#songfic inspo

[storiesofsvu]

I Can See You is Barhoun coded.

I don’t make the rules. But this is correct.

[when-the-petals-fall]

Mine (Taylor's Version)

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

We look at each other, standing in front of one another; my body dressed in white and lace, yours in black cashmere. Our families sit in their seats, opposing sides soon to join into one; all eyes on us. The officiant stands to my left, his words fell deaf to my ears, my only focus is you and our story. My eyes glaze over, not with the welling of tears, but with remembrance.

You were in college, working part-time, waiting tables

Left a small town, never looked back

I was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin'

Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts 

Autumn, the cool breeze in the air caused the slowly dying leaves to sway in the wind. Chills ran up my spine, due to the chill, adjusting the wool fabric slung around my neck; I grab the handle of the door and pull. Stepping through the doorway, I’m met with the potent smell of coffee and cinnamon; a cafe became my savior that day. I stand in line for a few moments before ordering an Americano, opting to sit near the bay window I settle into the plush cushions of the couch. The shop has a small library in the corner, the edges of the book yellowing from the sunlight, which helps with the homey feelings that are present in the cafe. Slowly sipping away at my coffee, 2 hours pass before we meet.  You come around the bend of the counter, just exiting the back with a rag on your shoulder. Bending over slightly, you began to wipe up the stickiness off the tables; turning, you head towards mine. Our gazes meet, sapphire meets evergreen only for a moment. That singular moment would go on to change our lives for the rest of time, we just didn’t know it yet. Over the coming months, I would sit and drink in the cafe more and more, at some point, you would join me. We would learn about one another, venture out of the cafe, tell secrets to the other.

I say, "Can you believe it?"

As we're lyin' on the couch

The moment, I can see it

Yes, yes, I can see it now

We now were laid out on the sofa in our hotel, lace and cashmere long gone. A diamond now sat on my ring finger, and a metal band on yours. Sapphire meets evergreen once again, “can you believe it”, I ask. A smirk present on your lips, all you do is nod. Closing my eyes, my ear meets your heartbeat, and a memory dances across my mind.

Do you remember, we were sittin', there by the water?

You put your arm around me for the first time

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You are the best thing, that's ever been mine

Hot summer months were usually my least favorite, with you, I would spend all my Junes. The air was slightly damp and sticky, the sky painted in hues of pink, purple, and orange. In the darkening trees amongst us, a faint view of fireflies could be made out. Red and black flannel covered my shoulders, yours, our bodies next to each other as our breath evened out. The water underneath our feet, and wood beneath the rest of us. Swimming, it had been your idea, I stupidly went along with it. Now we sit in our underwear, wet skin drying in the humid air. Giggling at a horrid joke, an arm wraps around my shoulder. Lifting my head, our eyes met in a standoff, ever-so-slowly our lashes flutter to a close. Heads begin to tilt, bodies lean closer, lips brush, our first kiss.

Flash forward, and we're takin' on the world together

And there's a drawer of my things at your place

You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded

You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes

Ghosts and Ghouls lined the yards, pumpkins flooded the markets and lined doorsteps, October was among us. In a few days' time, children would come knocking on doors asking for treats, to which many would oblige. Currently, our bodies laid under a rather scratchy blanket, not that we much cared about. I was smothered in the softness of your hoodie, your chest was bare with your legs covered by sweats, our clothing mirroring one another. A movie plays in the background, neither paying attention to it. All my brain can compute at that moment is you, how your clothes lined my two middle drawers, how gently you held me, how my very soul was currently surrounded by you. Once again our gazes meet, smiling you ask, “What’s on your mind?”  For the first time, I express my concerns, doubts, and fears; my tearful eyes meet yours again, a fire burned inside the evergreen, your callous-filled hand grabbed my chin gently. Foreheads meet, your lips open in a mere whisper, “We’ll never be them”,  and for the time being, my frights were extinguished.

And we got bills to pay

We got nothin' figured out

When it was hard to take

Yes, yes

This is what I thought about

A pair of college students sat within the cafe, papers lined the table, not ones that would ever grace the sights of their professors, but the ones that were the bane of my young adult's existence, bills. With many of their days filled with classes and notes, and nights booked with studying and flashcards; money wasn’t easy to come by, even when the brief paychecks did meet the banks, it was hardly enough for the both of them. The two bodies on the couch talked in a hushed tone, trying to figure out ways to make this work, who and when one could work and take time off. Brief touches were exchanged throughout that night, the students weren’t worried in the slightest; they knew that worst comes to worst, they would persist.

Do you remember, we were sittin' there, by the water?

You put your arm around me, for the first time

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You are the best thing, that's ever been mine

We were down by the docks again, this time fully clothed. The air was only slightly chilly but would warm in the coming months. Our bodies danced upon the dew-filled grass, laughter chased away many of the fauna in the area. Your Impala, a gift from your late father, is only a few yards away, playing music. Our bodies entangled with one another, rough hands on my hips, soft ones on your chest; both hearts whispered the same word, mine. 

Do you remember all the city lights on the water?

You saw me start to believe, for the first time

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You are the best thing, that's ever been mine

Flower petals danced in the wind, the scent of grass graced the noses of the young couple. Late April welcomed many showers, the scent of rain never quite leaving, always lingering in the background. The footsteps of the pair could be heard brushing against the brick walkway, soon the soles of their shoes fell upon wooden planks. Stopping, they leaned against the ironwork of the rail. The reflections of the streetlights danced in the waves of the river beneath them; much to the delight of the female, the sounds of an acoustic guitar could faintly be heard. Her hair bounced with head movement, sapphires meet evergreen, a silent agreement takes place. A callous-filled hand met a much softer one, enveloping them completely, the male takes the lead. It starts with a slight sway, then a twirl, a dip, and ends with a kiss. Sapphires shined brighter than diamonds for the moment, her heart and mind start to fully believe; all thanks to evergreen.

Oh, oh, oh, oh

The smell of sea salt wafted in the air, the city of Corfu was quite a sight, the small Greek island was everything we could’ve asked for. I hardly ventured far into the city itself, opting to stay closer to the beachside. White linen danced in the wind, my body stalked up behind him. His top was bare in the hotel room, skin slightly tanner than normal, my hands gently brush his shoulder blades. Turing, his eyes met mine, lips always pulled into a smirk. “Hello wife,” he greets me, my faint footwork takes me inches closer. My bare arms now touch his chest, “hello to you too, husband.”

And I remember that fight, two-thirty a.m.

'Cause everything was slipping right out of our hands

I ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street

The air was humid and hot, Spring had officially sprung and was slowly turning into Summer. The walls of our townhouse had bared witness to the all-day-long fight, the arms of the clock ticked in the distance. Money had been tight as of late, with the school year coming to an end, final exams being passed out, many sleepless nights were had. Tensions were rapidly rising, emotions working overdrive, everything came to a boiling point. I needed air, I needed to get out, I needed something, anything; so I ran, out of the hallway, through the doorway, into the street. Tears lined my eyes, down my cheeks, my feet didn’t stop. They only stopped when a pair of hands wrapped around my shoulders. I could still hear my heart in my ears when the hand turned me around, evergreen burned greater than a wildfire that night. 

Braced myself for the goodbye,

'Cause that's all I've ever known

Then, you took me by surprise

You said, "I'll never leave you alone"

Closing my eyes, and holding my breath, I braced myself for which I knew the next words to leave his lips. Memories danced behind my lids, playing like an old tv show rerun. To my confusion, your arms wrapped around my waist, pulling my body ever closer to yours. My ears ring with the deafening silence, till your lips brush my temple; a faint whisper could be made out, “I’ll never leave you alone.”

You said, "I remember how we felt, sitting by the water.

And every time I look at you, it's like the first time.

I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter.

She is the best thing that's ever been mine." 

My breathing evens out, heartbeat slows when your forehead kisses mine. Your mouth opens, “I remember how we felt sitting by the water, and every time I look at you; it’s like the first time. I fell in love with you, a careless man’s careful daughter. You are the best thing, that’s ever been mine.” Tears now lined both of our eyes, but now for a completely different reason than the minutes prior.

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You are the best thing, that's ever been mine

Autunum was once again gracing us with her chilly air. We once again sat upon the cushions of the cafe’s couch, starting our final year of school early that month. A small metal band was on my ring finger, a sapphire sat upon it. Envelopes and small pieces of paper sat on the wooden table, “save the date”  read the cards.

Do you believe it?

We're gonna make it now

And I can see it

[sleepdeprivedandinsane]

It is BLASPHEMY that no one has done a Harmione video edit to Find My Way Back by Eric Arjes so I guess I'm gonna have to write a songfic 🙄💅

For those who don't know the song 😌

[attytheidioticsimp]

GUYS GUYS GUYS IMAGINE IF SOMEONE WROTE A BOOK BASED OFF OF THE TWILY CHORUS AND SOME OF THE MOST NOTABLE AND ICONIC PARTS OF THE BOOK WAS THE COUPLE SCREAMING, FIGHTING, KISSING IN THE RAIN, CURSING THE OTHER'S NAME AT 2 AM AFTER AN ARGUMENT... IDK GUYS JUST A THOUGHT

[fairyysoup]

i can see you

♫︎ i can see you - taylor swift ♫︎

pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: The secret history of your long and arduous relationship with Steve Harrington.

aka: the 5 times you pined over each other, and the time you actually did something about it

words: 17.6k (we're NOT gonna talk about it lol)

cw: explicit, smut, piv sex, flirting, making out, heavy petting, slight exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), fingering, marking, biting, steve harrington has a big dick, themes of infidelity/cheating (sort of), skipping out on dates, bad dates, steve steal-your-girl harrington, almost-kisses, jealous!steve, jealous!reader, possessive behavior, smoking, alcohol consumption, allusions to marriage but it's never actually mentioned, canon compliant, reader and steve are the same age, 5+1 things, songfic, angst, fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, pining, mutual crush, slow burn one shot, mild twist ending, begins in season two (1984) and ends in the 90s, high school, scoops ahoy era, family video era, waiter!steve, steve harrington (the eras tour), vignette, one instance of billy hargrove slander, original characters created for plot, inspired by i can see you by taylor swift, other taylor song inspo throughout bc i'm insane like miss swift

a/n: hi and welcome to ✨rose's mental breakdown✨ yes this song will be my number one on spotify wrapped bc i listened to it on a loop for five days straight while writing this. idk. anyways this is So Much and i'm tired of looking at it so if there are any mistakes i apologize. anyways whoever can point out the most taylor song references aside from the obvious titular one gets a doubloon

ALL OF MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI

read here

[hyp-oh-critical]

Easy by graves, Duskus ft. joni payne

Listen on Soundcloud / Spotify

I wish it was easy But it's not easy Letting you go I hate what you did But I miss how you love

Another hour passes. A car drives by, its tires cycles over the wet pavement outside. The wind coming through the slight crack in the window pushed the navy blue curtains around. There was a dull stream of sunlight filtering through, but her eyes remained stagnant on the popcorn ceiling above her.

Her ears rang, a muffled voice trying to break through. She turns her head slowly to find the origin of the noise.

“You gotta get up dude, he was a douchebag so don’t waste another second thinking about him.”

The girl blinks, confused and also a little offended. Without much of a sound, she returns her gaze to the ceiling above her.

“It’s really not that hard to move on,” her friend’s bony grasp peeled her arm from within her the pocket of her hoodie, but she resisted.

“It really is,” her first words in the last forty-eight hours. Her voice was scratchy and low from all the crying previously. 

“It’s not easy to just let go of him. We spent three and a half years together, what makes you think...” her voice cracks, “What makes you think anything about that is easy to just get over?”

Fingers go slack at those words, she takes this chance to bring her sleeve up to wipe at the bottom of her eyes, “But sure, just let go yeah?” 

I got my vetements hoodie and my Vans onLooking like I ball, gotta play alongLooking like I might not make it homeI wish it was easyAnd everything that we went throughIs leaving my mindI don't need to be with youWhen I'm feeling alive…Why you calling me though?Why you calling me, don'tWhy you calling me, no, I'm not picking up the phone

A chorus of laughter echoed as she let her feet move about beneath her. The music was loud but her friends’ cheers were even louder. Her scuffed, blue Vans scraped against the cement floors of the garage, LED lights that lined the edges of the ceiling flickered to the beat of the song. 

The digital clock on the wall turned two, but that wasn’t stopping anyone. A familiar hand tugged on hers as her friend encouraged her to keep dancing, arms flailing and bodies moving out of sync but it was a good time. 

“See! There’s way more to life than just him, look at us!” 

With the slight buzz of alcohol in her system, her only response was throwing her head back in laughter, slight agreement but with little protest and for the first time in a few weeks, she could agree with her friend. 

Her ringing phone remained unnoticed. It stopped briefly, displaying three missed calls and two voicemails from a number that no longer mattered to her. At least not in this very moment…

It's not easy in this empty house without youI keep looking back at the feeling of being gladWhen I found youI read the note you left so I knowYou do not regret letting goAt least that's what you saidBut I don't believe youAnd everything that we went throughEverything we did wrongI got angels and demonsSwaying me but

Another hour passes. A car drives by, its tires cycles over the wet pavement outside. The wind coming through the slight crack in the window pushed the navy blue curtains around. There was a dull stream of sunlight followed through, but her eyes remained stagnant on the opened box in front of her on the carpet. 

Her ears rang, a muffled voice trying to break through. She turns her head slowly to find the origin of the noise coming from the ad playing in between songs on her phone. 

She returns her gaze to the box, a stack of letters and notes in varying colours called out. Her hand reaches to pull them out, revealing scattered photos of the two of them from events and vacation spots. 

For the next while, she remains in her spot on the floor by her bed, eyes blurred by tears as she went through each and every handwritten message he had given her over the time they spent together. 

Soft words and inside jokes. Confessions and I love you’s, the reminiscing feelings… 

She missed him. 

She missed his touches and the soft kisses exchanged behind closed doors. The way his arms wrapped around her waist during embraces and time spent in bed cuddled up as they caught up on television shows and movies. Friday nights were spent dancing in the living room as he put on his favourite songs, and Sunday mornings in the kitchen with breakfast on the stove and tea brewing in respective mugs. 

Now her Fridays felt like some sad attempt to numb the ache in her heart with cheap liquor and shitty music, Sunday mornings passed in the blink of an eye as she tried to recover for her Fridays.

The song switches, drawing her attention to her phone sitting on her nightstand. 

She missed him…

I'm not calling you, no I'm not calling you, no I'm not calling you so why'd my hand reach for the… 

Originally posted to my secondary blog in July 2020. Now rewritten and published as part of my Relocated Writes Series.

[ineffablesuffering]

There Must Be an Angel (Aziraphale x reader)

I'd like to thank @avocado-writing for the inspo for this fic. They recommended I add this song to my 80s playlist (because I totally forgot this song existed) and this fic was born! I think this is classed as a songfic? I'm not too sure, anyway enjoy! <3

Pairing: Aziraphale x Reader

Warnings: unorganised bookshelves

Word count: 948 (short and sweet, might write a part 2?)

Masterlist

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“Aziraphale?” you called as you walked through the door of the bookshop, the familiar comforting scent of dust, tea and incense filled your nostrils.

“Ah, Y/N! I was wondering when you would get here,” he said appearing from the back room. “How are you, my dear?” he asked, embracing you.

You gladly returned his embrace “I’m good thank you, how are you?”

“Much better now that you’re here,” he smiled “Shall we get started?”

You had agreed to help Aziraphale organise his books after Jim/Gabriel (you never were sure what to call him) had attempted to sort them in his own unique way. It had been driving him up the wall as he could never find what he was looking for. You were more than happy to help out a friend in need, besides, you enjoyed his company. You nodded and let him show you where he wanted you to start.

“It’s been so frustrating trying to find anything since,” he stopped and sighed “I’m not even going to mention it because it just annoys me. If you want to start here with whatever this is, I’ll start over there,” he pointed to a bookshelf on the other side of the room.

“Sure!” you said cheerfully, “you don’t mind if I listen to some music while I work, do you? Helps me concentrate.”

“Not at all my dear,” he said with a smile, “whatever helps you.” He gave your shoulder a pat before walking off to where he would be working.

You smiled at him as he walked off, pulling your headphones out of your bag and connecting them to your phone. You selected a playlist and got started. The shelves were a disaster zone but at least they were all of the same genre otherwise it would have taken all day to fix whatever was going on. You began by gently taking off all the books from the shelves and placing them on a table nearby before deciding that it would be best to alphabetise by author. Getting stuck in, you bopped along to the music playing on your headphones, singing quietly to yourself every so often. The time passed rather quickly and soon you were on to a new section.

You decided to take the section next to the one where you had started and repeated the process. Taking books of the shelf, placing them on a table and reorganising them. You changed your playlist to an 80’s one and continued to sing along quietly. The smooth sounds of Eurythmics played through your ears. You smiled and continued to work. “I walk into an empty room, and suddenly my heart goes boom, it’s an orchestra of angels and they’re playing with my heart,” you sang.

Aziraphale stopped in the middle of putting a book back on the shelf a few aisles away. He could hear you singing softly to yourself almost as if you didn’t think anyone could hear you. You weren’t singing loudly but it was definitely loud enough for him to hear. He tilted his head slightly, not recognising the song but the fact that you were singing about angels definitely caught his attention. He peaked out from the bookshelf that he was organising and walked around to where you were working.

“I must be hallucinating watching angels celebrating,” you continued to sing.

He stopped when he reached you and stood and watched as you continued to sing softly, not noticing he was standing there. He watched with a soft smile on his lips, you seemed so content organising and singing. You continued to place book by book back on the shelf in an organised manner and he just watched. You started to sing what he assumed to be a different song.

“I hear your voice, it’s like an angel sighing, I have no choice, I hear your voice feels like flying,” you sang.

Aziraphale leans slightly against the bookshelf just watching you. His eyes danced across your figure as you worked, he felt like he could watch you all day. You turned around ready to start on a new set of shelves and jump at the sight of Aziraphale watching you.

“Jesus Christ!” you said, getting a fright “I didn’t hear you come up behind me, is everything okay?” you laughed taking off your headphones.

Aziraphale chuckled, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just heard you singing, you’ve got a lovely voice.”

You blushed and bashfully dropped your gaze to the ground. You hadn’t realised that you were singing loud enough for him to hear you. “Thanks,” you mumbled. Aziraphale stepped closer to you, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him.

“There’s no need to be shy my dear,” he smiles moving his hand from your chin to brush a finger across your cheek, almost appreciating the blush. “It was quite beautiful. Almost angelic.” You stood there, gaping at him. You didn’t know what to say or how to react. “What were you singing darling?” he asked softly, snapping you out of your trance.

“Oh! Um what song?” you asked

“The last two just there.”

“Ah, so that was There Must Be an Angel and then the second one was called Like a Prayer.”  

“Hmm, I see,” he started “fitting do you not think?” Again, you were at a loss for words. What is going on? You thought to yourself. Aziraphale smiled at you, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Tea?” he asked. You didn’t say a word as you found yourself staring at him as he walked away.

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

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My SydCarmy fics MASTERLIST

🐻 Slowburn >>> They win a Michelin Star and Carmy confesses his love for Sydney.

🐻 Larrabe >>> Syd moves to her own place, they win a Michelin star and “celebrate”. Luca and Claire also make an appearance here.

🐻 Pasta >>> Carmy & Syd cook together, then eat each other and then there’s this invisible string they discover has always linked them in a sense. Mikey is also mentioned here.

🐻 Heart >>> Carmy goes to therapy to get in touch with his true feelings and Syd tries to deny hers, which explains her ❤️ tattoo.

🐻 Hint >>> Claire reflects on her breakup with Carmy.

🐻 Sunset >>> Carmy must make a choice. Are actions ultimately more important than words?

🐻 Pillow >>> Syd and Carmy open their X files. Not what you think. Now part of a collection alongside "Chef Talk".

🐻 Après >>> Carmy hits rock bottom. Love is an act of mirroring.

🐻 Chef>>> Sydney realizes that Carmy has an uncanny resemblance to a celebrity who features in a steamy CK ad. Claire makes a brief cameo here because "maybe" she always falls for the wrong guy. Now part of a collection alongside "Pillow Talk".

🐻 Madame >>> Sydcarmy is written in the starts but they need a little nudge. Love is in the air but they're fire!

🐻 Stella >>> Stella Bear, the heiress, is here. Now part of a collection alongside "Madame Stardust".

🐻 Shark >>> They get married in secret and honeymoon in Barbados where she starts calling him "Bear".

🐻 Ponte >>> They renew their vows in Italy on their 1st Anniversary. Now part of a collection alongside "Shark Hole".

🐻 Focus>>> Sydney finds out Carmy has been drawing Sistine Chapel-level sketches of her.

🐻 Dreams >>> They have wet dreams about each other simultaneously.

🐻 Tucson >>> Carmy goes to rehab because he almost checks himself out of life permanently and learns to use his words, Syd grows too fond of this new Carmy.

🐻 She's not you >>> Claire was great and scared the shit out of Carmy, but she was no Sydney Adamu.

🐻 Beggin' >>> It's a pseudo-songfic, an experiment, a blurb, a rarity, a little cannoli with mortadella mousse and pistachios that links Carmy, Syd, Donna, and others to this song that I love because I feel it just fits.

🐻 Chococookies >>> Auntie Syd and Uncle Carmy babysit little Bianca and Carmy also babysits Syd when she has a severe case of baby blues 🍪🍪🍪

🐻 Sydney’s secret >>> Carmy holds on to one of Sydney’s most personal items and loses his mind, but turns out Syd had a different take on his “madness”.

🐻 Mother of Victory >>> Donna had to die. Austenianly, of course. Now part of a collection alongside "Chococookies".

Remember to Reblog and recommend if you like it and comments are always welcome on AO3 because more often than not I get inspo from them, seeing as I have the best Sydcarmy readers out there!

XOXO

[dailyclarkegriffin]

Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week 2023!

Hey Clarke Kru! It's been a while since Daily Clarke Griffin has had an event, don't you think? Well, it's time to change that! We're bringing Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week back for its third year! As always, the event will run from October 24th to October 30th. (We start on Eliza's birthday and end the day before Halloween, it's the perfect time to celebrate Clarke, not to mention it's her birth month too!)

As we've done before, a list of prompts have been selected for each day to give you some inspiration for what you create for the week! Like we have said in the past, this event is hosted for all types of content creators, whether you make gifs or graphics or moodboards or videos or fic, we try to pick out themes we think will work for everyone. Check them out below!

Prompts:

Day 1: Favorite Look — For our first day we'd love to see your favorite Clarke outfit/look! Do you love her classic season one outfit? Maybe you like the black and blue outfits of season two! Or maybe give a nod to her temporary outfits like the Ark flashback or one of her dresses? Maybe you think her short hair could use some more appreciation, or you could even make a compilation of all her different hairstyles throughout the years!

Day 2: Favorite Underrated Friendship — We've done favorite friendship/dynamic, but what about a pairing that you think deserved more love? Maybe you wished we got a lot more out of the Clarke and Wells relationship. Maybe it's another one of the delinquents like Miller or Harper. Or what about Clarke and Roan? There's tons of duos to choose from, tell us your fave underrated relationship!

Day 3: Color — For this day we want to challenge all of your beautiful creative minds by channeling color! Whether that be one single color that makes you think of Clarke or a whole plethora of colors by making a rainbow edit! You could even use a color palette generator for some inspo if you want! Anything goes!

Day 4: Lyrics & Poetry — We love seeing things like this in the fandom and we want to see some more! Find a quote of some sort, whether it comes from a song or a poem or even somewhere else, and let it inspire you into creating something beautiful to celebrate Clarke! This could be in the form of gifs, moodboards, fanart, even a songfic! Whatever you want to create, we want to see!

Day 5: Bi Pride — It's not Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week without bi pride day! As always, we'd love to see all the bi love whether it's with a bi flag inspired gifset, a moodboard with cute bi aesthetics, maybe you could even use some lyrics from your fave bi musician as inspo! (Gentle reminder that this day is about bi positivity, we're here to celebrate Clarke's role as a bi leading character!)

Day 6: Halloween — The holiday is right around the corner and we'd love to see some fun and spooky ideas! You could do something orange and black themed, you can make an AU edit like Clarke as a witch or a werewolf! Maybe a manip of what you think Clarke would dress up as. You could also do some spooky horror-inspired editing if that's your thing. Even a Halloween drabble if you feel like writing instead. We hope you have fun with this one!

Day 7: Free Day — As always, we're going to end the week by giving you free rein to do whatever you like for the final day! If you have an extra idea or something you've been meaning to post, now's the chance to do it! It can be funny or shippy or completely AU or even just another compilation of your favorite Clarke moments! It's the last day so we want to see what you love to make!

There it is! Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week 2023 is officially happening! When the event begins please tag all your creations with #cgaw23 so we can reblog them here on the main blog for all our followers to see. We hope everyone interested in the event is able to participate, and we'd love it if you reblogged this post to spread the word! See you soon, friends! 💗💜💙

[chokchokk]

𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎? | ateez

an ateez as songs!mini-series and open collaboration

𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : Written in words, heard through sounds, heartbeats, heavy breathing— it was never meant to be history, just the fleeting songs of your summer one-nights.

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 : undecided, smut, suggestive

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : summer romances/flings!ateez, songfics, different tropes, please refer to each part for more specific warnings

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 : on-going, open collaboration

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 : hello bbies and babes! this is a challenge for me to keep myself as short as possible (1k to 3k words max) and an invitation for anyone to add something to it! it's all based on songs i enjoy and use as inspo anyways, so writing songfics on them shouldn’t be too difficult but maybe not writing more will. LMAO

anyhow, i hope you enjoy the series and maybe i can enjoy it with you, too!!! xoxo

about the collab:

in general, the setting is "summer romance" and/or "summer fling" which touches on the idea of “it will be just one night”/“it all happened in one night”, but LMAO i don't have a strict concept of what this mini-series should be !!! use a song as base, or inspiration for the story and just have your fun with it, that's all i ask for <33

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titles are links!

PARK SEONGHWA

" 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 " 2 minutes, 14 seconds: yellow — pity party (girls club) written in 1.2k words by: me

JUNG WOOYOUNG

" 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎-𝚊𝚗𝚍-𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 " 3 minutes, 44 seconds: bonnie & clyde — dean written in 3.2k words by: me

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[maknaeswrld]

They Don’t Know About Us | k.sm

glimpses of moments between lovers who can’t share their relationship with the world

wc: 1.4k

genre: secret relationship

cw: fem!idol reader; fluff; ‘angst’; secret relationship (but friends know); rooftops; the mildest mentions of making out; ‘mom’ is Readers group leader; originally a songfic which is why the flow may be weird; kind of all over the place honestly lol; lemme know if I missed anything :)

song inspo: They Don’t Know About Us - One Direction

“Is this going to end terribly? Dating isn’t exactly encouraged in our industry.” Y/n whispered. Seungmin smirked and pressed his forehead against yours.

“What people don’t know, won’t kill them, right?”

You giggled. “We’re gonna be in deep shit if they find out.”

“We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.” He pulled you into him and nudged his face into your neck.

You wrapped your arms around him and played with his hair.

“I love you.” You whispered, he stiffened in your arms and the breath knocked out of you as you waited for his response.

Seungmin propped his chin up on your chest, his eyes searching yours.

“Really?” He asked, seeming more shocked than upset.

You bit your lip but nodded. He grinned and kissed you. “I love you too, Y/l/n Y/n.”

“Promise?” You giggled in between kisses.

“Forever and always.” Seungmin whispered back.

“Didn’t know you were the cheesy romantic type, Kim Seungmin.” You grin and pull him down for another kiss. As things start getting more heated, an intruder clears their throat, making their presence known.

“First of all, you two are disgustingly cute, secondly, y’all are way too young to be talking forever, and last but not least, mom says breakfast is ready.” Noel, one of your members of your group, voices from the doorway, Eve right behind her, pretending to gag before rushing off to the kitchen.

You threw a pillow at her and told her you’d come down in a second.

“We’re gonna prove them all wrong one day.” Seungmin states as he gets up and places a kiss on your head before putting his shirt on and making his way out of your room to let you get dressed.

~•~

You, Seungmin, and both of your groups had been planning this specific evening for weeks. It was the Summer Solstice, which meant it was the longest day of the year and with that comes the most daylight of the entire summer.

It was a bit of a tradition to spend the solstice out enjoying the day, attending the festivals, but this was the first year your groups were being allowed to celebrate without a bunch of managers and bodyguards watching your every move. You still had a few, but not nearly as many as typical.

Yours and Seungmin’s groups were both signed under JYP Entertainment, so you were often seen all together, having been trainees around the same time and working on a lot of the same projects. The groups had merged and all become one friend group fairly early on, so it didn’t surprise anyone when your leaders had asked to spend the solstice all together.

You and Seungmin were in charge of packing up food and drinks to survive a whole day, which left sleepy Seungmin wrapping his arms around your waist and his face nuzzling into your neck as you made everyone’s lunches.

“We should tell them.” He mumbled against your skin.

“Tell who what?” You knew exactly who he was referring to and what about, but you also knew it was too early for this conversation and avoiding it sounded like a good option.

“Everyone. About us. The company, the public, I want the whole fucking world to know you’re my girl. Our friends know, and I’m thankful for that, but I don’t want anyone else thinking they have a chance with my girl.”

One thing you learned early on in your relationship is that a tired Seungmin is a truthful one. You smiled sadly, remembering how you’ve brought this same topic up but he’s always been too scared of the company’s reaction.

“We’ll talk about this when I’m not the only thing keeping you from taking a nap on the kitchen floor.”

~•~

You giggled as Seungmin grabbed your hand and pulled you into him after spinning you out. He grabbed your waist and grinned as his eyes met yours and your chests pressed together.

“Hi.” You whisper.

“Hi.” He whispers back.

The two of you had been taking a stroll on a mostly empty street when a sudden downpour of summer rain drenched you both. You ran down the street, laughing as you went, your clothes completely soaked through and your hair in wet strands.

Coming to a stop, you look around and notice the storm drove the few people littering the area away.

“It’s just you and me out here now.” Seungmin smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Then that means there’s no witnesses and I can do this.” you lift yourself onto your tippy toes and kiss him hard.

His lips press against yours as he deepens the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in closer to him. You loosely drape your arms over his shoulders and tangle your hands into his wet hair.

Finally pulling away for air, he presses his forehead against yours. “I love you so much, Y/n/n.”

“I love you more, Minnie.”

“Impossible.” He gives you a shiteating grin as he kisses your nose. “Last one to the dorms is a rotten egg.”

And with that, he took off at a full sprint down the street.

“You totally cheated!” You shout as you immediately follow suit, laughing as you chase after him.

~•~

A long day of non-stop practice, feeling like you just couldn’t get any of your parts or dances right, as well as anything else that could go wrong going wrong, lead to you wrapped up in a blanket laying down on the roof of the dorms, blankly staring at the neverending sky above you.

You distantly acknowledge the sound of traffic below you, and you could hear voices coming from the cracked door of the rooftop entry, but the door was so far you couldn’t hear the conversation and thought absolutely nothing of it until someone made their way up the wobbly stairs to your safe space.

“I already told you I just wanna be left alone for a while, I need some time to think.” You mumbled, not even looking up. You didn’t have to, you’d already told everyone that tried to come talk to you to shove off at least twice.

“Well that’s no way to welcome a guest of this household. What would thy mother say?” The comforting voice of your boyfriend sounded in the quiet air.

You sat up quickly to take in his appearance, he looked like shit.

Gasping, you shot up off the ground and made your way to him, gently pulling him into a hug trying not to let your tears flow.

“What happened to you, Min?” You asked softly against his chest.

He gingerly wrapped his arms around you and held you tighter, kissing the top of your head.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

You had established early on in the relationship, when you were practically still friends with benefits, that you didn’t want to keep things from each other, and that the phrase could effectively end pretty much any argument or feud as it forces the two of you to just sit down and communicate.

You both spent the rest of the night curled up on the rooftop in a shared blanket, telling each other about your shitty days and promising to be there for each other next time, and that tomorrow would be better.

You both ended up falling asleep up there and got to wake up to a gorgeous sunrise over the cityscape.

As the sky painted from dark blue to a light orange, the two of you made your way inside and decided to make breakfast for your members before heading over to the boys dorms for the day.

Your girls were glad to see you both in better spirits than the previous evening.

“You two behave, you hear me. I don’t wanna be bailing anyone out today.” Your leader warned as she munched on some bacon.

“Yes ma’am.” Seungmin bowed before he put an arm around you and the two of you make your great escape.

The walk to the boys dorms from yours isn’t a long one, and you and Seungmin were in high spirits by the time they finally came into view.

Wandering in, Seungmin finally dropped his arm to grab drinks from the fridge.

“Aren’t you two chipper this morning,” Minho groans from his spot on the couch.

“Oh yeah. Full on balls of sunshine.” Seungmin winked at you as he passes you a drink, you grin as you clink yours against his, ready for a great day with some of your friends and the love of your life.

[when-the-petals-fall]

Self Dysmorphia-McKenna Grace

Cherry lip, apocalypse The world ends at her perfect hips Sweetest smile on the internet How could I compete with that?

I stare into my floor-length mirror, watery eyes meet mine. Taking glances at every feature of my face, cherry red lips mocking me. Smiling, I wipe away my tears, a sigh leaves my mouth where my crooked teeth lay. The body-con dress I wear accentuates my nonexistent hips, my heels adding a measly 2.5 inches to my height. Hearing my mother call me from downstairs, I leave the comfort of my room and mentally prepare myself for the party we’re going to.

God perfected And I'm defective They say beauty's just subjective Guess I never got the message Call it Instagram depression

My aunt stands next to my mother and me, going on and on about her daughter Daisy, who she says is “God's perfect creation”. Daisy stands in a group with a few others, her hair lays in neat waves down her back, perfect teeth with no red lipstick marks, and a Marilyn Monroe body. A ding sounds from my purse that hangs loosely from my shoulder, grabbing my phone out of it and excusing myself from the conversation, I head towards the bathroom. Opening the notification, I see it’s an Instagram DM. Deciding against my better judgment, I open the DM only to find it’s a reply to my story saying “you’re built like a fucking plank”. An angry huff leaves my lips as my eyes begin to water slightly. Another ping rings from my phone, indicating another notification, this time it’s a post notification from Daisy. Checking out what she posted, I see it’s the exact same photo I posted on my story, except I’m cropped out of this one. Shaking my head, I put my phone away and clean myself up. After spending five minutes in the bathroom I leave looking like nothing ever happened.

Don't be critical I'm so miserable I compare myself to all this physical All things digital Pretty on a screen I wish that was me

They always say to never compare yourself to what others post. Have they ever considered that it’s a lot harder than it looks? Everything we do nowadays revolves around the internet, for better or worse. My generation was raised on the internet, how the hell are we supposed to ignore all the “perfect” bodies and people and lifestyles? How are we supposed to ignore the models and actors and singers? Everywhere I look I see things and people that I wish I looked like.

I got self dysmorphia (dysmorphia) A constant reminder I was made wrong (made wrong) I got a full, me phobia This party'd be better with me Me gone (me gone, me gone)

Opening my closet, I’m met with a wide variety of clothes. Baggy to fitting, black to hot pink, cotton to lace. Skimming through the clothes I settled on the classics, sweatpants, and hoodie, baggy enough to hide my body and make sure I don’t stand out. After putting on my outfit I grab a pair of slightly heeled boots to give me some additional height. Giving myself a once over, I decide that it’s “good enough” and will have to do. Coming home from school today was difficult, to say the least, mainly because I got invited to a party tonight. Unlike most girls my age, I rather sit in my room watching movies or reading than go out and get dolled up to spend a good 2-3 hours of my life wasting away in somebody’s kitchen while drinking some shitty spiked punch. Letting my bag fall to the floor with a loud thump, I go over to my still-open closet. Looking through all of my dresses, I land on one I’ve never worn before. A green sweetheart neckline dress with poofy sleeves and layered bottom to “make” curves. Putting on the dress and some delicate jewelry, I leave only to arrive at the house full of other teenagers with a much higher social status and much better looking than me. I spent the rest of the night wallowing away in the corner drinking disgusting “punch”.

Dirty mirror, on the wall Who's the fairest of them all? It's not me, but I could find A billion girls to fit that type And I'm just typecast as the friend I'll make you laugh but not the prettiest I keep trying to work on me But you can't photograph a personality

Standing under the fluorescent lights of the bathroom, I stare at my reflection in the dirty mirror. It’s finally Spring, so my mother is making us deep clean the house again, and this year I got stuck with the bathroom. Half of my hair has already fallen out of the bun, my gym clothes are sticking to my body due to the sweat running down it. I’m still waiting on a guy named Nathan to call me back, unlikely to happen though because I’m always just the girl space friend never the girlfriend. People only ever talk and hang out with me to get close to my friends, I’m just the “funny” one. I decided to start therapy soon, maybe that’s the right way to go, I don’t know. All I know is my personality deserves a better-looking body than mine.

Song Inspiration: Self Dysmorphia by Mckenna Grace

[anothermansjeans]

idk how you feel about songfics but i’m obsessed w tswift’s dbatc rn and i’m just thinking about spencer reid having a secret relationship that he leaves bc he’s afraid his so will be killed by an unsub but his so is like a local singer and garcias a huge fan and is like omg this song is so beautiful and sad happy ending or angst ending doesn’t matter i just think that song encompasses how i would feel if i loved and lost reid sorry for rambling anywayyy

i am a woman on a mission and ik you just requested this but as soon as i saw it i got immediate inspo

i also have a hotch x reader fic called death by a thousand cuts BUT i had to do this one as well 🫶 also i’m so sorry if it’s shit i’m so tired lmaoooo

I Can’t Pretend It’s Okay When It’s Not

spencer reid x fem!reader

When Penelope gushed about a local musician she absolutely adores playing at the cafe she visits frequently and forced the entirety of the BAU team to tag along, she forgot to mention what Spencer would deem the most important piece of information— her name.

At first, when they walked into the coffee shop already a couple songs in due to the team's later arrival (much to Penelope’s dismay), Spencer wasn’t completely aware of the angelic voice completing beautiful melodies. His main focus being on getting coffee into his system asap, while he was up at the counter, he tuned it out almost completely— again, almost. The moment he heard her speak was a completely different story.

“Um, so this is a new song…” the woman on the small five inch high stage started, “I actually wrote it a couple weeks ago after a very… difficult time in my life… a time I’m still actually going through, but I hope you guys have it in your heart to give it a listen with open minds. This is Death by a Thousand Cuts.”

Spencer slowly walked back over to the team, eyes wide and fixed on the woman he believes is the love of his life. The only problem being he has no right to call her his anymore.

Soft strumming of the guitar began, with low my’s being sung, and he heard a soft gasp come from his left. “Oh, this is gonna hurt,” Penelope said, one hand placed on her chest while the other hugged around her body.

“Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts

Flashbacks waking me up

I get drunk, but it's not enough

'Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby

I look through the windows of this love

Even though we boarded them up

Chandelier's still flickering here

'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not

It's death by a thousand cuts”

Not even a minute in and Spencer feels as though he’s been stabbed through the heart. It’s difficult hearing it from her perspective. When he made the decision to end what they had, it was out of protection— it was so that she wouldn’t have to deal with the burdens of his job.

“I dress to kill my time

I take the long way home

I ask the traffic lights if it'll be all right

They say, "I don't know"

And what once was ours is no one's now

I see you everywhere

The only thing we share

Is this small town”

“You said it was a great love

One for the ages

But if the story's over

Why am I still writing pages?”

Spencer thinks back to their love story, back to when it began and the blissful moments, the rendezvous’, and the unasked questions about why they only ever had real dates inside and why no one on the team or anyone with any semblance of importance in Spencer’s life knew of them.

He thinks back to how happy she was, and how she was content with just being with him. How when her eyes lit up the first time he said he loved her, but also the dim the second he ended things.

He thinks about the nightmares he thought were over. How instead of Maeve being the victim it was now her. How if it wasn’t for those nightmares, the onslaught of “what-if’s” wouldn’t plague his mind. How if he had a less dangerous job, a job that didn’t take every ounce of life or happiness out of him, he would and could still be with her.

And as he thinks of these things, he suddenly becomes aware of the blazing eyes that had locked with his, and a tiny gasp is heard from the microphone before she starts playing with more vigor.

“My heart, my hips, my body, my love

Trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch

Gave up on me like I was a bad drug

Now I'm searching for signs in a haunted club

Our songs, our films, united we stand

Our country, guess it was a lawless land

Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

Paper cut stings from our paper thin plans”

It hurt. So much. And it was clear it wasn’t only him because each word she sang was aimed to puncture him. The tears brimming in her eyes were also evident. To anyone else, her words are curated from past

memories from someone who hurt her, but to Spencer, it was a message. A message that every single part of their relationship was taken into account while writing this song. A message that everything they’ve ever said or done had been tainted with the memory of him leaving her with no explanation.

“My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust

Trying to find a part of me you didn't take up

Gave you too much but it wasn't enough

But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts”

He watches as she screws her eyes shut, and the sharpness of her words becomes duller as she sings on. He knew he fucked up the moment he walked out of her apartment the night he ended it, but he has never regretted it more than now. He misses her. He misses smiles, the laughter, the unconditional love that radiates from her. He would do anything to get that back.

He doesn’t realize he’s standing there, staring at her in awe mixed with sadness until applause is heard throughout the cafe and Penelope lets out a small “so sad and and beautiful,” while wiping under her eyes. He also doesn’t realize that after she announces a small break that he was walking up to her in a daze, the entire team behind him eyes wide with shock.

He also doesn't realize the first words he speaks to her are what they both longed to hear between the two for weeks.

“I miss you so much.”

She’s shocked to say the least. She’s completely speechless to the point where he begins to speak again due to the lack of words on her side.

“I’m an idiot— I’m, I’m so stupid. You’d think with an IQ of 187 I would be able to not make decisions like leaving the one woman I love the most in the world. Y/N, I swear I thought I was keeping you safe because with me and my job, that’s not always a guarantee, but listening to you and what you’re going through, I can’t— I know it wasn’t the right thing to do—”

“Spencer,” she finally cut him off, placing her hand on his arm and shifting her eyes to the people behind him who had been standing with him. “Later, okay? You can tell me everything later when we aren’t surrounded by a bunch of people.” The look in her eyes was genuine, but there was still hurt swimming in them. He wanted to say something, anything to ease it, but before he could open his mouth she grabbed the acoustic guitar and gave him a small smile. “And I miss you too,” she said before walking back up on the small platform and adjusting her mic.

While introducing her next song, Spencer slowly made his way back to the group who were going to ask the inevitable questions, but that didn’t stop the small smile from making its way to his lips, and he thought that maybe, just maybe, they won’t have to pretend to be okay anymore.

[aliusworld]

Parasite

Angel Devil x Reader

aliusworld's songfic event- inspo: MANNEQUIN album (Deco*27)

[Description: "Hey, if you love me, please notice, let me dream— Why can't you understand? I hate you!", "I loved the bad parts too, everything was fine.", & "I was stupid to believe I was all you need."] 

What’s to come: You and the Angel Devil are in quite the parasitic relationship, literally. Like physically.

[1989 words]

•••|•••|•••|•••|•••

You lay in bed next to Angel, he hasn't moved an inch since coming back to your place. You suppose that he's just tired, but the two of you haven't had a single good interaction together in what felt like weeks. You wanted to cry out and say something... but at the same time, you didn't want to break the silence the two of you were in.

You shouldn't always have to be the person who starts the conversation, but at the same time you knew nothing would happen if you didn't make the first move. Angel meant everything to you and you wanted a real relationship with him, but right now it feels like you were mothering him. Mothering or smothering him, you couldn't tell if he cared or not.

You take a deep breath in before you start talking, "Are you okay, Angel?"

No response.

"Angel?" You turn over, looking down on him, "Why aren't you talking to me? Did I do something wrong?" His eyes turn towards you before getting up.

"No, you didn't do anything." He sighed out, pulling a pillow over his head, "Now leave me alone."

"Well you can't keep ignoring me! We live together for fucks sake!" You whine, letting a curse word slip your mouth, "If you hate me so much you can leave! I let you live here for absolutely nothing, the least you can do is humor me every now and again. Is that really too much to ask for?"

"I live here because we're partners and Makima is forcing me to." Angel groans out, flipping around, stomach first on the bed. The pillow over his head now under his face.

"I just don't understand why you wont talk to me... I'm sorry, I know you're an introvert but you could at least-"

"Yada yada... whatever, I don't have empathy. I'm a devil, not a human. I thought you would've understood this by now."

"Well I guess it's my fault for thinking you cared about me!"

"Yeah, it kind of is!"

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm quite literally doing nothing. Humans and their emotions... how annoying." He complained under his breath, sitting up to face you, "But whatever. It's fine. I've lived long enough, and it sounds like you have a lot of pent up emotion. So go ahead I guess."

"Ugh! If you really insist." You ball your hand into a fist and put it in your lap, "I feed you, I wash your clothes, I pay the rent, you sleep in my bed, you leave crumbs everywhere, and you use up all the hot water!"

"Is that it? I kind of expected more."

''And the worst part is... is that I love you. I think you're the prettiest person- thing that I've ever seen! And I want you to know that. That if you don't like me back, just tell me so I don't just wander into a big dark hole of nothingness! But you don't do anything, you do nothing!! I hate you!'' but you didn't actually say that out loud. "Yeah. That's it. If I said anything else I might have to kill you!"

"So now you're really treating me like a devil, huh?"

"That's not what I meant and you know it! Well maybe you don't..? It was more of a sarcastic comment, I guess." You sigh out, rubbing the crook of your eyes with your left hand.

"Well... if that's all you needed to let out, then I think that..." Angel didn't finish his sentence before he fell over sideways, eyes growing duller than they usually were.

"A-Angel??! Are you alright?" You gasp out, sweating as you lunge over to see what happened.

Earlier during the day, you and Angel had an encounter with a large devil. You couldn't quite recall the same of it since the paperwork wasn't something you had to deal with, but what you did remember was the damage it caused. It landed devastating blows to everyone that was sent out in the mission, including you and Angel. However, you remember specifically not seeing Angel during your check up at the hospital.

Could it be that he was injured and never got any healing done?

"I guess it was strange that your face was paler than usual.." You bite your lip as you shift your body to take a good full look at him. "I'm really sorry for this." You unbutton the cardigan and lift up the plain white shirt he was wearing underneath he was wearing to reveal a bloody, bandaged torso. You gasp at what you saw beneath you. "Shit, you're bleeding all over the place! And you thought you could get away with it? Are you fucking kidding me?? Over my newly washed bed sheets, c'mon man!" You sigh as you pull the bedsheets away from him.

"Stay here, don't move. Not like you can anyway..." You mumble the last bit to yourself as you get up to grab the spare medkit you had laying around somewhere in your apartment. Finding it inside one of the cupboards above your stove, you quickly lay down the materials next to his body. "Okay, this is going to burn. Bare with me now..."

You wince for Angel as you dab his wounds with an alcohol infused cotton ball. You watched as his body twitched from the pain. You repeatedly apologize under your breath as you continue to clean his wounds, wiping away the blood in the process. No matter what you did, however, the blood just wouldn't stop spilling out of his body. As a devil hunter, you've grown used to the site of blood, but this time, the blood that came out of the Angel Devil made you feel nauseous.

That's when it hit you.

Devil.

Angel's a devil! You had this conversation with him only a few minutes ago, how could you have forgotten? Grabbing one of the sharp objects from the medical supplies you spread out across the bed, you hesitantly sliced the palm of your hand and brought it towards Angel's mouth. The metal scent of your blood carried through the air, and as it got closer, Angel's lips began to spread apart. You watch as your blood slowly drips down from your hand into Angel's mouth.

After he ingests your blood, his once dull eyes become slightly more colorful. Still, his body didn't move an inch. He continues to feed from your blood as you stare at his stomach, watching the skin around the gash magically patch itself back together. Once you couldn't see a single bruise, you pull your hand back to you.

"Wait" Angel says weakly, his hand desperately trying to reach you, "I still need more."

"What do you mean 'more'? You aren't bleeding anymore." You question, your non-bloodied hand rummaging through the sheets to find the bandages you misplaced.

"Just because I'm not bleeding externally doesn't mean that I'm not still bleeding internally. I still need more... my insides feel like they're going to burst." Angel fakes a cry, his hand reaching your clothed arm. You flinch at his touch before simmering down, you didn't want to lose your lifespan after all.

"I- I guess that's a good point." You agree, pulling out your hand above his mouth again, using your other to squeeze out more of your blood into his mouth.

Angel nonchalantly sticks out his tongue, yearning for when he could taste your blood would land on his taste buds. You don't think you've ever seen him enjoy something so much besides maybe ice cream. He closed his eyes in bliss and you swear you saw his mouth twitch into a smile for a split second.

You stayed there for a few more minutes until Angel said he had enough.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay now." You say as Angel gets up from his comfortable position, "But you shouldn't ever try to hide something like that again! It really scared me when you fell over and died for a second! And also I guess I'm sorry for shouting at you while you were down."

"It's fine." Angel murmurs, rubbing his eyes, "Whenever I'm hurt, I'll come to you."

"Ahaha..." You laugh softly, watching as Angel leaves the room to, "Wait- what??"

After that day, Angel has been a lot closer to you. In fact, he hasn't left your side while on patrol, ever. And when the two of you are in battle, he always does his best to protect you. When the two of you are apart from each other, it's usually him in the face of danger. Which is incredibly strange because he would have never done that before. Maybe he's finally grown to like you.

Just like he said, whenever he's hurt, he would directly contact you. Never to the hospital like you. Always begging for another taste of your blood, it became almost a daily habit. Not to mention, he's picky. He's picky with your blood..? He wants it straight from the source, every time you tried to bottle it he would whine and complain about you 'contaminating' it.

Now your arms, and legs, are covered in scars from many different blades. Which you have grown insecure about, but Angel kept assuring you no one would care. As you grew more and more insecure, Angel got a lot more confident towards you. Even going as far as to try and gnaw on your skin every so often. Which you quickly pull away from before you lose any more years of your life.

Lately, you have been feeling light headed. Probably due to the fact that Angel's been taking your blood every day for the past month and a half. You don't seem to ever want to get out of bed, and you feel like all you've been doing is rotting away. You've used up all your vacation days with Public Safety, but you still didn't budge.

Sooner or later you'd be terminated, but your body still wouldn't move. Angel came to visit you everyday until one day he stopped showing up. And without him, you felt like you had nothing to live for. So deeper down into your depression you went. You assumed that you had gotten terminated and that Makima set him up with a new partner.

Days would pass before all the cuts on your body had fully healed, and days had gone by before you weren't sore anymore. You had to get out of bed now. You hadn't paid your rent in months, you'd definitely be evicted soon, and without a home you'd be nothing.

You put on the cleanest thing you could find and went outside. Has the sun gotten brighter?

On your stroll to the supermarket, you had an unfamiliar encounter with another devil. You hadn't seen one in such a long time, you honestly forgot what to do in the heat of the moment. Millions of thoughts ran in your head: you had no weapon, maybe you could use the purse you were using? The contracts you had... you hadn't used them in a long time, and you didn't have much to give anymore...

Before you could make a viable move, a large part of a building was swung your way. You covered your head, but you didn't feel anything. You looked above you to see your protector... an angel.

"Ouch..." He winced, the large greatsword he was placed creating a wedge between you and the large debris. He held out a gloved hand with a blank expression on his face. "Aki is going to take care of everything. And you owe me."

You smile as you take his hand. Running out from the fight zone, you hand intertwined with his, you felt happy for the first time in a while.

"So- ah, what do you want from me as repayment?"

"Your blood."

"...again?"

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A/n: haven’t been very active I’m sorry! I’m still trying to finish teh MANNEQUIN event before anything else sobs.. trying my very best!

I'm really quite sorry for being so innactive. I've been working on this other fic that's really long, like something that isn't a oneshot so.... yeah LOL i don't think that this fic is anything good. but its better than my other idea for this which was like really gruesome. basically reader is keeping angel trappped in their home and like feeding him their blood, its a little fucked up and i didn't really want to write it LOL but the idea was!!! a thing ! please let me know if you liked it or not,, requests are still open even though i'm on a hiatus technically

Masterlist

[bibeebuneee]

☆》 strawberries and cigarettes (always tastes like you) 《☆

fluff (?) ☆ kissing ☆ smoker kei ☆ 3rd year/graduated kei

inspo : strawberries and cigarettes <> troye sivan (my king), but it's not a songfic or word for word related, it's just mostly the title

part ii , alternate ending coming soon

ㅤThe first time your lips met was the night after graduation. You knew you didn’t have much time, you had already packed your stuff, all your clothes neatly tucked away in a box, ready to be loaded to a moving truck. You would be gone the next day, you gathered up the courage to finally kiss him, the boy you had loved since the day you met. You were too afraid to even get close to him, let alone confess your feelings.

ㅤHe was also always surrounded by girls. You could never win, competing against prettier, smarter, more popular, and more interesting girls. He never looked at you, never paid attention to you, despite you being in his ‘friend group’ and being one of the managers of the volleyball club he was in. He would never love you back. You were too scared, but so was he. He was too scared that you would find out how much of a terrible person he is, too much guilt about being so rude to you. You were a little too close to Yamaguchi for his own liking. He thought you and Yamaguchi had something special, he didn’t want to ruin it for you, and for his own best friend, so he stayed quiet, ignoring his own feelings, but he failed to notice he’s ignoring you too.

ㅤThat night was cold. It was just you, him, Yamaguchi and those two other idiots, Hinata and Kageyama, who were fighting, ruining his last night with you, in Tsukishima’s eyes. Yamaguchi was busy consoling the tangerine haired boy who was almost lunging at the Kageyama. Your eyes were nailed to his lips, you watch as he blew another smoke ring. And he knew all this, he knew where your eyes were at. He knew what you’re thinking in this moment. If only he wasn’t doubting his own thoughts right now

ㅤ“Kei..” you called. Your heart bouncing around the cage of your ribs. Your mind going rampant, thoughts about his sweet lips on yours, but your eyes seemed to be moving in slow motion. “W- what?” he hoped you didn’t catch that little stutter, his head hesitated to turn towards you, his eyes focused on how yours glimmered at his pink lips. Although those three other dumbasses were there, they were too occupied with whatever the hell they were arguing about, really felt like you two were the only people on earth. The moon shining a blue-ish spotlight from above, you two were the main focus in this play called life.

ㅤYour head slowly moved up to his face, but eyes still on his lips. Thankfully, you didn’t realize how nervous he is. Your eyes caught up to where his were. You let out a small nervous chuckle, your hands shaky and sweaty. “Can I say something? If you want to listen.. that is… if you don’t, that’s fine, I can keep it to myself, y’know it’s not important or anything so-“ your rambling was quickly cut off by Tsukishima’s response. “What do you need to say?” his words was surprisingly gentle. He just couldn’t give put the usual crude and cold respond he always has. He moved his head down so he could hear better, the three boys behind them annoying him, but he was weirdly glad, glad that they were too into whatever shit they were, so they can’t hear your little secret that you’re about to tell him. Him and only him.

ㅤ“Oh.. I uhm..” your mind went blank, all you could think of was how close your face was with his. His eyes new stared at your quivering lips, honestly you were about to tear up. God knows what came over him, but the sensual tension was all too much. He had to kiss you. he just had to.

ㅤHis instinct got the best of him. The hissing of his cigarette being put out on the grass brought you back to your senses. But before you could react, he closed the small distance between the two of you. His eyes shut in victory. He did it! He finally did the thing that’s been haunting him for the past 2 years of his life! But you? You jolted in shock. You were about to confess your feelings towards him, but he beat you to it. You had no choice other than to kiss him back. You pushed out your face towards him, and closed your eyes from delight. You could smell the sharp smoke of his cigarette he was smoking, and the lingering taste of a strawberry bubble gum he was chewing to calm down his nerves sitting next to you, clearly, it didn’t work, so he chose to smoke instead. His hand travelled up across your back to the back of your head. Your heart was beating even faster. You didn’t want this to end so soon. Neither did he. So he pushed even further, pushing you down to the grass. His hand serving as a pillow to protect your head.

ㅤThe two of you were too deep in the moment to realize that none of the other boys were still arguing. All three of them had their eyes on you two. Yamaguchi snickered and giggled. His hand tight on Hinata to keep his mouth shut, while Kageyama had such an unnatural shocked face.

ㅤYou opened your mouth, inviting Tsukishima to let his tongue explore your mouth, counting your teeth and feeling your warm wet muscle. But before he could do so, you were interrupted by the loud ringing of your phone. Tsukishima pulled away from you, getting up from on top of you. Pulling out another loosie out of his pocket and lighting it up, smoking it to hide the embarrassment and the prominent flush on his face.

ㅤPicking up your device you answered the call. “Uh.. hello? Mom? ‘Sup? Heh..” awkwardly, you started the conversation, your adrenaline still high. “Sup?.. What’s up!? Is that a way you talk to your mother!?” your face contorted in horror as you realized what was about to happen. “Listen, the only thing that’s ‘up’ is your time! This is 2 hours past your curfew! We are moving tomorrow, you need sleep! I will not wake you up if you oversleep, I swear to God [Y/N], I will leave you if you don’t wake up early in the morning!..” the loud yelling from the phone could be heard by all 4 boys.

ㅤ“You should probably go home…” Yamaguchi whispered. “3 steps ahead of you, Dashi. Thank you guys, for all the memories. We should meet up again once in a while, just like this” you smiled sweetly at the boys, your hands scramble around, gathering your stuff. “I can get you home” Tsukishima opened. He stood up, his knees still weak from that kiss earlier. Walking up to his bike in front of you. “Yes, mom. Yea I’ll- Yes, I’m going home right now, I am on my way. Yes mom, I get it, my-“ you looked at Tsukishima. He smiled at you, for the first time ever. Not smiling while laughing at you, or smiling while taunting you, but smiling at you. For you, maybe. “Friend.” His smile wore off a bit. Why was he offended? The first ever romantic thing that happened between you was 3 minutes ago. He’s not you boyfriend. And he’s sure you’ll find someone else in your new home, someone who would actually be an at least half better of a boyfriend for you than him. His mouth closed around the orange bud once more, blowing smoke into the stars. “Yea okay, mom. Okay, sorry. Love you.” you crawled up to the back seat of his bicycle. Waving goodbye to your other friends, your right hand grabbed Tsukishima by the shirt around his waist, as a support while he cycles away to your home.

ㅤ“Thank you, Kei. I think you know how I feel about you now. I was about to admit it to you, but I was scared as fuck” you giggled. Taking the cigarette between his middle and ring finger, he looked down at his bike. And there it was again. His smile. His row of teeth that are still perfect despite him being a rare smoker. “I should’ve told you sooner.. You were always so mean to me I was scared that you hate me. Never do that to another person ever again” you half joked. You feel like he’d forget about you. You’ll be away from him for so long he probably won’t even remember your face, let alone the kiss you shared. But instead, he.. laughed? He’s laughing? And it wasn’t one you’ve heard before. Again, just like the smile from before, it wasn’t condescending or mean or taunting, it was genuine. “Why would I talk to another person, when I have you?” he choked out, still laughing. Scared your family could hear him, you covered his mouth with the palm of your hand. Although today you wished you kissed him quiet instead.

ㅤ“Shut up!” you whined, stomping your feet like a child. Uncovering his mouth, you discover a pretty smile he gave. Why did he always hide that such perfect smile behind scowls? “I think I might miss you the most” you really can’t help but give him a smile the widest you could stretch. His hand got a hold of your wrist. You never realize how huge he is compared to you. Tsukishima’s smile got even wider, even prettier, but a tint of sadness dusted his eyes, you can see how soft he felt about you through them. “I think miss you already”.

a/n : this is so HORRIBLE i apologize hekp also i have a tsukki playlist that doesnt make sense at all but ill drop it if ud like

[drxmrr]

W.I.P's!!

Here's a list of things I want to write/ am currently working on!

"And I'm right where you left me..." angst, possibly Akito x reader idk i don't have a specific character in mind (leave ideas please!)

i think i might do a songfic series? idk i get a lot of inspo from songs

"I remember it all too well" Step 3 Qiu Lin x reader angst

That's all for now! I'll try to keep this updated with new ideas!