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[velvetblackjack]

*slams opens your door* I like your art and I look forward to them everytime!! ❤️ Thanks bye!

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Javier Peña & Joel Miller Headcanons (drabbles?)

another smutty edition. ohmygod this is filth.

warnings: rough sex/smut (oh boy. oral [both receiving], fingering, masturbation, cockwarming… & prolly more) so 18+ only content; stepdad!joel (againimsorry); dbf!joel; slapping, spanking, spitting; age gap; bratty!reader; smoking; petnames (sweetheart, angel, babygirl, baby) dubcon (coercion, intoxication, imbalanced power dynamic); like I said this is just pure filth—dead dove, do not eat.

Thank u guys for all the love on the last one !! I’ve got longer pieces coming soon, but in the meantime, enjoy this depravity based on yalls requests!! I’m going to hell!!

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-em<3

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Javi’s “boredom breaks” at work involved stealing you from behind your desk & coaxing you into giving him head from the passenger side of his Jeep Cherokee. Parked or driving, busy street or deserted parking lot, it was all the same to him—which meant onlookers, inevitably. Peña was indispensable at the embassy, so the voyeurs didn’t bother him, and he assured you that “nobody’s gonna recognize the receptionist by the back of her fuckin’ head.” In a dusty, empty side-street, Javier’s cock rhythmically prods the back of your throat. With one hand straddling the back of your neck, he grinds out a “fuck yeah, jus’ like that,” between deep pulls off his cigarette, ashing it out the open window with a quick flick of his fingernail.

“It’s fuckin’ hot, watching you take calls from all those corporate big-shots when I know you still got the taste of my cum on your tongue.”

Joel’s favourite position was doggy-style. Especially with both your hands pinned behind your back in his much larger, much stronger one; especially when your teasing had earned you some good-old-fashioned discipline. “Someone’s gotta fuck the brat outta you.” He’d pull out every time, even when you begged him not to, all so he could watch his hot seed spilling onto the red handprints branding your ass. But that always happened after he took in the swooping arch of your back, the way your skin yielded to his with every lazy slap he delivered to it—and, oh, your muffled sobs following his: “tell me—where’s that fuckin’ attitude get you?”

“S’right, sweetheart. Gets you on your knees, takin’ cock facedown like a lil’ slut.”

Sometimes, Javier just wanted to watch. “Show me, hermosa, how do you touch yourself when I’m away?” He’d relax in the armchair, an attentive audience member as he drank in the sight of you spread out on the bed, sliding a hand between your thighs. Those dark eyes never left yours, not even when he had to palm himself through his denim to relieve the aching desire building underneath. “Can tell you’ve been practicing for me.” & you’d finish with his name on your tongue, taking care to put every detail of your climax on display for him.

“You could be fuckin’ famous, y’know. I could film you just like that—my very own pornstar.”

One late-night in your father’s living room, you worked up the nerve to ask Joel to take your virginity so that it’d “be with someone who I like, who’ll take good care of me.” & he did such a good job, easing in oh-so-slowly, searching your eyes for any ounce of pain as he stretched you wide, wiiide open for him. “Fuck, maybe m’not the best person for this, sweetheart,” and it might’ve been true ‘cause his cock was almost too big to fit, squeezing in so, so tight between your fluttering walls. But eventually, it did, and then your dad’s best friend was rocking into you, muffling your soft cries of surprise, pain, pleasure, lust, abandon, and need in his palm.

“Sshh, sshh, s’alright, baby, s’alright. Jus’ focus on me, yeah? ‘Else your dad’s gonna find out I broke in his lil’ princess.”

Javi had never considered himself to be a jealous man. He was something of a sexual communist: cheating wasn’t cheating if it was just fucking, girlfriends were made to be shared, and only a self-denying idiot turned down any version of a threesome. But after that first time with you? That was all over. He’d have you straddling his lap on the brink of explosion, cunt dripping onto his bare thighs before finally lowering you onto every hard inch of himself—only to keep you still, his personal lil’ cockwarmer. “Tell me you’re mine, baby, tell me this pussy’s mine.” Saying the words wasn’t always enough for either of you to actually believe them, so Javi would fuck you—hard—until they were true, until he was certain that you belonged to him. Till he tore cries of worship from your lips and orgasms from your cunt.

“I know, querida, feels so good to surrender, don’t it?”

Stepdad!Joel picking you up from a party in his big ol’ truck with a couple of his drinking buddies tagging along. This time, he lets you sit in the front. “Ain’t she a stunner?” Blushing as the others mumble in agreement. Soon, Joel’s rough hand is crawling up your thigh. “We thought up a way you could thank us for the ride, angel.” Your cunt warms at the feel of his fingers slipping between your folds. It starts to pulse at the idea of being filled so full by 3 men at once, and it nearly aches at the thought of pleasing Joel. “You’re a big girl now, ain’t that right?” Parking the car, pulling you onto his lap, bunching your shirt up above your tits and exposing you to a car-full of leering eyes.

“N’ big girls take care of more’n just one cock at a time, sweetheart.”

It was obvious from the start that Peña, Murphy, and (especially) Carrillo didn’t abide by any kind of rule book in the field. It shocked you, nonetheless, the first time you watched Agent Peña put a bullet through a sicario‘s head. “We’re the good guys, sweetheart.” But it didn’t feel that way. For months, it didn’t feel that way, and you refused to be alone in a room with him. Not because he scared you, but because you were afraid of how his gratuitous violence had excited you. You managed to avoid him, until, one afternoon, he cornered you in the filing room—like a writhing tail caught in a mousetrap—his amused expression underpinned by a familiar kind of danger.

“You wanna pretend I’m the bad guy? S’fine, querida, I can live with that. But your pussy’s wet just thinkin’ about it, so at least have the decency to let me fuck you like one.”

When Joel ate you out, it was always as a reward. He liked doing it, of course, but he was an impatient man who worshipped the feel of a woman’s cunt wrapped around his cock (he’d cut blowjobs short for god’s sake, pulling you mid-gag off his length just to fuck you, instead). You memorized how pretty he looked with his head between your thighs, grey-speckled beard glistening with your very own slick. “F’you keep squirmin’ around like that, angel, m’gonna have to tie you up. Stay put.” Thighs hitched over his broad shoulders, voice hoarse from the never-ending moans his mouth and his fingers enticed from you over and over and over again. “Been such a good listener, baby,” and your fingers ran through his hair, streams of freshwater gushing between great, snow-flecked pines. But the best part came after: even his praise didn’t compare to the feel of his thumb against your chin, prying you open as he spat a wad of saliva onto your tongue.

“Open up for me, tha’s right. Y’see how good that pretty lil’ pussy tastes?”

Bonus fluff/angst:

He’d never meant to hurt you, of course. Javi wasn’t the greatest at the whole ~relationship~ thing, and even though you hadn’t defined whatever it was that, together, you shared, it still hurt like hell, finding out he was still screwing around. He hadn’t broken any promises, per se, but your crestfallen expression made him feel as though he’d committed a federal offence. “Baby, if I’da known…” and he’s kneeling down, (praying at the foot of your altar), gazing up at you with plea-filled, onyx black eyes before pressing his forehead to your abdomen, holding your hips between his hands as if you were sacred to him.

“I just… I need you like the fuckin’ air I breathe, hermosa. I hate myself for hurting you.”

You’d always had a bit of a school girl crush on dad’s best friend, Joel. Who could blame you? He was capable, funny, handsome—and oh, how you hated bringing friends over while he was in the house, too, ‘cause they giggled and flirted with him and it made you livid. This time, you actually had to step into the garage and light up a sneaky smoke just to find some fucking peace again. That’s where he found you, leaning defeatedly against the beer fridge; you frantically put the smoking tip out, cursing yourself for your carelessness. Joel raised his eyebrows at the cigarette before smiling in amusement. Then, he surprised you by pressing a big, warm, tender palm to your cheek.

“You’re always gonna be my favourite. You know that, right?”

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[sirenlulls]

get him back! → theburntchip

pairing , theburntchip x youtuber!reader

summary , where, in lieu of yours and chip’s reconnection, fans find out how it happened, and just why you ended things in the first place.

part one (bad idea, right?)

oh, i wanna get him back! 'cause then again, i really miss him, and it makes me real sad

🔴 Y/n L/n Talks On Breakup, Reconnection, The Launch Of Her Brand, & More! FULL POD EP.77 -Saving Grace

join premiere!

LIVE CHAT !

user: stop i’m actually gonna cry ☹️☹️☹️

user: I KNEW THOSE TWITTER B WORDS WERE WRONG I KNEW THEY DIDNT END BADLY

user: that’s so lala land of them

user: “if i ever complained, i’d be the nagging girlfriend” NO BABY 😭😭😭😭

user: never thought i’d say it but i’m glad they broke up bcs if they hadn’t done it then, it would’ve been MESSY messy

user: off topic but can we please talk about how pretty she is :(

user: “if he ever complained about you, i would’ve given him a belting” YES GRACE 👏👏👏

user: WHY DIDNT WE GET Y/N ON HERE SOONER OMGGGGGG I LOVE THIS DUO SM

user: Sending love from Brazil! XX 🇧🇷🇧🇷❤️❤️

user: stop that’s so sad ☹️

user: she’s so real for the anxiety thing

LIVE CHAT !

user: i feel like i’m watching a tv show

user: “i don’t want to lose this again” and when i start sobbing????

user: ok but is the dick game good

user: HE SWIPED UP ON A COSTA TOASTIE ☠️

user: nah he’s down BAD me too but like 😭

user: he def would’ve thrown a temper tantrum if she didn’t respond

user: grace booing is so real i wanted a kissing in the rain screaming ‘i love you’ confession

user: her smile when she said she’s happy now man they’re literally my parents ☹️

user: Love you both X ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

user: ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

user: the world is healing

user: NAH MAN SWEAR THATS CHIPS BOICE COMING IN NOW

LIVE CHAT !

user: i’m actually gonna cry i missed them sm ☹️😭

user: the camera switching to her looking at him with heart eyes after calling him a bellend is so funny GET HER ASS 👏

user: chip is the new an*rew t*te 🙏

user: oh how i missed him calling her lady and missus

user: he’s the leader of the sassy man epidemic oh lord

user: OMG I FORGOT WHEN SHE YSED TO GO ON COFFEE DATES WITH HIS MUM

user: leave my girl and her spotify playlists alone

user: this has literally made my year

user: just in time for y/n’s fall vids

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yourusername mum! mum! i made it! i’m on saving grace!!!!!! (and i figured i deserved at least one pic of chip from the launch x)

user that episode was the funniest thing ever i can’t even i nearly pissed myself when grace pretended to spank u with the paddle 😭😭😭

user mother ur so gorg i’m speechless

user you know the content is gonna slap when y/n l/n is there

user im so obsessed with u pls

user CAL AND CHIP AT THE FUNCTION SIR 👏🙇‍♀️

user best video in youtube history methinks

gkbarry_ loved having you on babe, even if the boss man gatecrashed 🫶❤️

yourusername he doesn’t like feeling left out smh

theburntchip oh alright then

max_balegde ICONIC!!!!!!

user MY ROMAN EMPIRE

user i hope you know that twt is in flames rn

user i gen teared up a bit when you talked about the breakup 🥹

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yourusername self representing by wearing @ ynapparel the past (and every) week 😩🤭 featuring the love of my life & chip ig…

theburntchip wow alright

theburntchip i thought you were a g 😔

yourusername oops sorry babe

theburntchip we’re over smh

yourusername oh no… what a shame ☹️ anyway… hot girl winter!!!!!!

theburntchip the fits are fire though 😮‍💨

yourusername as always x

user EATING SLAYING DEVOURING

user OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

user forever obsessed with u

user graduated from cuntingtion university with an phd in slaying

nellarose love you bae x

calfreezy chip looking dashing as per usual

theburntchip aye thank you brotha

nellarose AYYYY LOOKING SEXY 🔥🔥🔥🔥

yourusername ALL YOU BABY 💋💋💋

ynapparel looking good and dressed to kill 😉😇🩷

user face card NEVER declines

lissiemackintosh this barbie is my mother

user ur so real lissie

faithlouisak doll 🤩

alice_hez 😍🔥🖤

user WHATS THE SQUARE ROOT OF 64?????

user angel girl 🤍

centralcee 😮‍💨🔥🔥🔥🔥

user NAHHH HES BRAVE COMMENTING ON THE POST W HER BOYFRIEND

user CENCH GET OUTTA HERE MAN

user SIRENSIRENSIREN Y/N BABY RUN!!!!!

user OH??????

user wait am i missing smth why are we freaking out

user @ user cench has always been lowk flirting with y/n, like she interviewed him at some event last yr and he was being so flirty and obviously she was giving him blank wall back BUT when her and chip broke up he got even WORSE like man was always in her comments tryna chat her up and she entertained it a lil but now the bitch is back and he’s bold

user NAH MAN GTFO WE JUST GOT CHIP BACK IN THE PICTURE WE CANT HAVE U RUINING THAT

theburntchip just posted to their story

[myhairpintrigger]

helloo! im starting to rlly love your work so i wanted to try and request something

basically reader and aleksander were separated during the end of s1 and reader thought aleksander was like dead dead. aleksander then visits reader through the use of tether and reader eventually keeps getting bad flashbacks about her lover (aleksander) injured in the fold then tether aleksander's heart aches when he saw this. reader thought that aleksander was dead but eventually got to know he was alive maybe a stinkin fluff where they reunited

im so sorry if this doesn't make sense

hello my lovely anon! i really hope this is what you were (somewhat) looking for. if not, please feel free to let me know and i will happily write another piece for you. thank u so much for sending in your request, i love writing them and i especially loved writing this one.

warnings: no specific gendered terms, mentions of blood, otherwise nothing else

word count: 2.4k

Meet Me Halfway (aleksander morozova x reader)

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He came to you every single night. 

No, it wasn’t really him. Just the memory. 

His last moments were branded behind your eyes, and you doubted that they’d ever leave you alone. They even stayed with you when you woke, the lingering horror and fear making you shudder. 

You had seen it all. Every terrible second of your lover being dragged to his painful death by Volcra. 

You had been tucked securely under his arm, draped underneath the heavy fabric of his cloak. You could still remember the way your head had pounded, the ringing in your ears, the warm blood running down the side of your face. 

You had been pushed aside roughly by Mal at some point during the debacle in The Fold, and your head had hit against the railing on the sides of the transport vessel. 

Aleksander, your sweet Aleksander, had been holding you upright, even though his hand had just been impaled by Alina, and you clung to his side through it all. 

Through his pain, his arm around you didn’t falter even once, determined to keep you on your feet, and even when he fell to his knees, he was sweeping you downwards with care. 

Everything after that was still so blurry to you. One moment you were on your feet, fastened by grip to your Darkling’s side, the next you were falling over the edge of the vessel. 

Something must have sent the two of you hurtling over the side, and you assumed it was the lanky tracker boy. 

You remember everything too clearly after that. 

The searing pain all over your body, the scream of agony that seemed so far away yet you recognized it as your own. You leaned weakly against the ship, not able to get to your feet. 

The struggle between Mal and Aleksander seemed so listless to you. You remember the hope that was so close to your reach. The hope that you and your lover would leave The Fold alive. There was no way Mal could overpower Aleksander, not even on his best day in his best shape. Not even with his gun.

And he didn’t. 

No, the Volcra that came to engulf your Darkling did that for him. 

You screamed in horror and tried to scramble to your feet, but Mal pushed you down with his boot. 

It was overkill, really. You were no fighter. You knew that, Mal knew that. You were only a Healer. 

You heard someone call for Mal up above you two, and you shielded your face as the tracker above you raised his foot again, but the blow never came. 

“Get up.” He commanded. 

“I can’t.” You whispered, hot tears running down your dirt and blood smudged face. You looked past Mal to where Aleksander had been scooped up by the creatures of The Fold and you let out a sob. 

“Try. You don’t get to stay here and die an easy death. You will rot for treason for standing with The Darkling.” Mal spat. 

His words rang painfully in your head and you leaned your head downwards and cried, all your pain, physical and emotional, feeling amplified. 

When you didn’t get up, Mal grew impatient and leaned down and lifted you up. You kicked and you screamed and you tried to wriggle out of the scrawny boy’s grip, but it was unwavering. You slapped at his chest weakly and stared at the footprints in the sand that belonged to Aleksander.

“Put me down! Put me down this instant!” You sobbed and continued to struggle. 

As soon as the two of you were back up with everyone else, he dropped you gingerly to the ground and you landed against the wooden floors with a hard thud. 

You made yourself as small as possible and backed up against the wall, sobbing into your knees, the last few moments replaying over and over again in your mind. 

And they never ever stopped 

Ever. 

You had woke screaming almost every night since, the same burning tears streaming down your face as the ones from the night you lost him. 

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Tonight was no different. 

He knew it wasn’t. 

He had visited you every single night since he’d limped out of The Fold, followed by nichevo'ya. He called out for you often, tried to touch you often, but never was able to catch your attention. It pained him more than being torn into by volcra. More than anything he’d ever felt, really.

He sat by your side every night as you whined and cried in your sleep, until eventually it became too much and you would sit straight up and sob. He never liked to see you cry, and ever since the first time he saw the sight of tears running down your cheeks, he vowed to end whatever and whoever put you in such a state. 

But what could he do when it was himself that was giving you such terrible nightmares? 

He sat by your side tonight, as he usually did, watching over you like some kind of Guardian Angel. 

Or Guardian Devil perhaps. The irony of calling himself an angel almost made him laugh. 

You whispered in your sleep, little “no”s and whimpers of his name. The sound of you quietly calling for him, completely broken, made it feel as if his heart was being twisted roughly. 

He knew you were in hiding. He didn’t know where. If he did, he would’ve found you already. Brought you to him, already. Held you already. All he knew is that you clearly were on the run, somewhere in the middle of the forest, holed up in an abandoned little shack. You’d been here for four nights now. He had visited you for each one. 

He was pulled out of his silent thoughts when you sat straight up and grasped your blanket in your hands, a choked sound escaping your lips before you laid your head in your hands and sobbed. 

He knew what you were feeling. He felt it every single day, every single night. It was like emptiness, but it was all consuming and almost tangible. It was sorrow like he’d never known. Sorrow that ran deeper than that of which pushed him to create The Fold in the first place. 

He loved you so much. Just as you loved him the same. 

Seeing your shoulders shake in painful sobs had The Darkling reaching for you, out from the darkness that surrounded you. You had made a makeshift bed on the floor with your blankets and your coat, and you were bundled in them tightly. Aleksander knew too well just how much you hated the cold. He reached out towards you, his hand gently resting on your arm in comfort. He didn’t even hardly notice how you were completely tangible under his touch until you jumped and scrambled away from the hand on your arm. 

You let out a scream, unable to see in the dark, and you sprang to your feet and yanked down the sheet in the broken window that was keeping the moonlight (and to some extent the cold) out. 

The silver light of the moon fell upon him as he rose to his feet in shock. 

Your face mirrored the same shock as his and you let out a heartbroken wail. 

“No! You are dead!” You cried and backed yourself up against the rough wooden wall behind you, “Stop! Go away! I can’t keep seeing you this way!” You said between cries and hit the side of your head as if you were losing your sanity. 

Once he realized that you were seeing him, he slowly walked towards you, his chin trembling just a bit as he mouthed your name. 

“You can see me?” He asked softly and continued to approach you, despite the way you were shaking and crying like a frightened child. 

“Please, leave me alone. You torment me, night after night, I can hardly remember a sweet memory of you. All I see is your death. Please get out of my head.” You begged desperately. 

Sadness seemed to swirl around you in the air, and Aleksander could swear it was palpable as he got close enough to you to touch. He reached his hand out shakily and brushed his fingertips against your tear-slick cheek. 

With an anguished cry, you reached up and clutched his hand in both of yours, holding it against your face. Your desperation for his touch triggered his own for yours, and he reached up with his other hand and held the other side of your face. 

“Oh, my dearest love, I am here. See me as I am. I am no trick of your mind, I am no illusion. I am here. It is me, your Aleksander.” He whispered and brushed both of his thumbs across your wet cheekbones. 

You cried harder and shook your head, leaning completely into his touch.

“My Aleksander died. He died months ago in The Fold. I saw it with my own eyes, you aren’t real.” You protested, but made to move to push him away. 

“Nonsense, my love. I cannot be killed by something I created. The Fold only strengthened me. See me now and know that I am real. Know that I live and breathe.” He whispered and leaned forward until your foreheads touched. 

You gasped when his forehead laid against yours and you lifted one trembling hand up to lay against his face, tracing your thumb over his inky black scars. 

“How?” Was the only word you could manage before he was pulling his hands away from your face to wrap both of his arms around your waist, pulling you completely against him.

“Don’t worry about the semantics of it all right now. I am here and I am alive.” He assured you and you left your hand against his face and wrapped your other arm around his neck, clinging to him as if letting go meant losing him for good. 

“How did you find me?” You asked, pressing your face against the hollow of his throat. 

The warmth of his skin felt like heaven against your cold cheeks and you nuzzled your face into his neck further. 

“I didn’t. Not really. I’m not physically here, my love. I found you through a tether. I have watched you cry, night after night, wishing I could touch you. Do you know how much that has pained me? I never liked to see you cry.” He whispered and pressed kisses to the top of your head. 

Though you had stopped crying, Aleksander could still feel the wetness of your cheeks against his neck and he held you even tighter, keeping you pressed completely against himself. 

“I’ve tried to touch you. Every single night. Tried to get you to see me. But until tonight, you never have seen me, never felt my touches. I’m not sure what changed.” He admitted. 

You didn’t say anything back, you simply leaned in his arms like deadweight and sniffled, trying to regain your breath fully after such intense sobbing. 

“Hurt no longer, my little Healer. I am here, you are not alone.” He murmured, trying to soothe you. 

Whether you believed he was really there or not didn’t matter to him. He’d find you. He would come to you. He would no longer watch you cry at night, he would vindicate your nightmares, banish them from your mind. He would stop at nothing to have you back with him at his side again. 

Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he pulled back just enough to see your face. 

“Aleksander.” You breathed. 

He reached up with one hand to affectionately stroke the side of your face and you leaned into his touch like a content kitten. 

“Yes, my love?”

“Come to me. Please come to me. Saints. I’ll even come to you if I have to.“

He breathed out in desperation and he leaned down to lay his forehead against your own, gently. 

“Tell me where you are. Tell me where to find you, and I will. I will find you.”

You stayed near him for a second more in the moonlight before you pulled yourself away from him and walked hurriedly over to your bag. You sat on the floor and waved him over to you and he came willingly, sinking to his knees at your side. You pulled a map out of your bag and unfolded it and laid it out over the wooden floor. You pointed at a place on the map and tapped it a few times. 

His eyes searched the map for a moment before he realized where you were in relation to him. You were so close. Just through the forest behind his makeshift sanctuary, down the side of the mountain. He reached up to grab your chin and he turned your head just a bit and grabbed your hand gently and moved your finger across the map just a few inches, showing you where he was.

“I will meet you halfway. Come to me, my love.” He whispered and you looked up at him with wide eyes. 

He gave you a little nod, confirming his location and you shot to your feet and pulled your boots on clumsily. Your heart raced with anticipation, and you turned back around to speak, but Aleksander was gone. 

You didn’t know if he was real, you weren’t even sure that you hadn’t completely gone crazy. But it was a chance you had to take. 

You didn’t bother taking anything with you when you burst out the door of the small shack you had taken shelter in. You looked around for a second before you darted out and ran at full speed down the side of the mountain.

You dashed through trees and jumped over little bits of nature in your way. You should have been tired and breathless, but the possibility of seeing Aleksander alive kept you running forward at full speed. You hoped desperately that you were still going in the right direction, and you kept going like that for nearly half an hour until you reached a clearing. 

It was faint and barely visible in the darkness of the night, but you could see a cloaked figure running towards you in the distance. You let out a cry as you sprinted forward. Tears fell freely from your eyes as every emotion you had ever felt bubbled up into your chest as you grew closer, and closer, and closer. 

Until the two of you collided.

[pttwice]

could u write abt little!nayeon having a bad day and wanting to nurse from momo for the first time?? thank u sm, you’ve always written great things and i’m always happy when u answer my requests!! <33

hi anon! absolutely :) this is my first time writing a nursing story, and i'm very excited but also a little nervous. i hope i did it justice!

(just a warning that there is nursing in this story, as per the request!)

comfort

|| little!nayeon, cg!momo ||

"Nayeon, you have a meeting with..."

"Nayeon, don't forget about the ad campaign you have to shoot for..."

"Nayeon, can you write this thank you letter to..."

“Nayeon, remember you have to speak to the…”

"Nayeon..."

"Nayeon!"

The whole week had been full of 'Nayeon this' and 'Nayeon that', so it wasn't surprising when Momo had been calling her from the kitchen of their apartment for the past five minutes that she didn't respond.

It was Friday, and for a typical person working a 9 to 5 job, it would mean the start of the weekend. Unfortunately for an idol, a typical weekend only came every few weeks if they were lucky.

Nayeon was currently dealing with a long stretch of days off here and there due to their comeback as well as modeling for different brands, doing interviews, and being a mentor for upcoming groups who had yet to debut.

Nayeon was also currently standing in the entryway to her and Momo's apartment. She had one shoe off and the other just untied.

She stared down at her feet and although it was usually the easiest task in the world, taking her shoes off felt like she was being forced to run a marathon in an hour. She heard someone calling for her, but she hadn’t quite processed that it was Momo even though they lived together.

“Nayeon, are you going to stand in the doorway forever?” Momo came out from the kitchen with a pair of chopsticks in one hand and a dish towel in the other. She took in the sight of the oldest, frozen in place and staring at her feet. “Unnie… are you okay?”

‘Unnie’. She was called that at least a hundred times a day but hearing it from Momo… she knew it was serious. Momo only ever called her ‘unnie’ in their apartment whenever she had seriously messed up, or she looked like she had an awful day. Seeing the current state she was in, Nayeon assumed that Momo was thinking the latter.

Nayeon finally tore her eyes away from her feet and looked up at Momo. The second Momo’s brows knitted together in that look of concern that Nayeon rarely ever saw, she broke down. She didn’t even bother trying to take her other shoe off when she threw herself to the ground.

Thankfully, Nayeon still had her heavy winter jacket on to cushion the fall. She landed with a dull thud and immediately started to wail. Everything she had to do on her schedule over the past few weeks finally caught up with her as sobs quickly wracked her body.

Momo’s eyes widened as she went back into the kitchen. She quickly set the chopsticks and dish towel down before she rushed back into the entryway of their apartment. She crouched down beside the oldest and reached her hand out, just barely hovering over Nayeon’s back.

“Unnie, can I touch you?” Momo asked as softly as she could, trying not to upset the poor girl any more than she was. Nayeon just gave her a wordless nod, more sobs escaping her as Momo gently started to stroke her back.

They stayed that way for a few seconds before Momo noticed that Nayeon had started sweating. “Can I take this jacket off you, unnie? You’re starting to sweat, and I don’t want you to overheat.” Nayeon nodded again but didn’t move. She was definitely overheating, but any movement now felt like it would take ages to make.

Momo started with Nayeon’s untied shoe and slipped it off. She placed it beside the one that was already off and worked to get Nayeon’s jacket off. After a few tugs and some gentle pushing and pulling, she was free from the offending material.

Nayeon didn’t want to stay on the floor, but she really didn’t want to move by herself. She knew it would be too much to do, so she just held her arms out in front of her, whining in between her sobs.

“What else do you need me to do, unnie?” Momo put Nayeon’s jacket in the closet before she crouched back down.

“No unnie.” Nayeon sobbed out. She put her arms out in front of her, hoping that Momo would get the message that she was feeling way too small to do anything by herself right now.

Momo’s eyes widened in realization as Nayeon put her arms out. She gently picked her up and set her down in her lap. “You’re okay, bunny. It’s okay. Mama’s here.” Momo rubbed a soothing hand up and down Nayeon’s back.

At least half an hour had passed before Momo stood up with Nayeon still in her arms. Nayeon’s crying had died down a little and her breathing started going back to normal. Momo walked into the kitchen and got two bowls out. Thankfully, Nayeon had come home right in time to eat dinner.

Although it took almost an hour, Momo managed to feed her baby a full bowl of ramen and some sweet potato for dessert. They moved to the couch after dinner and Momo turned an episode of Bear in the Big Blue House on.

Momo glanced into the kitchen and shook her head, deciding that dishes could wait until tomorrow. Taking care of her baby was more important. “Feeling better, sweet girl?”

Nayeon looked up at Momo, her eyes halfway open. She was more than exhausted from her schedules and from breaking down a few hours ago. At least her mama’s arms were warm and safe.

“Do you want to keep watching your show, or are you ready to bedtime?” Momo pressed a gentle kiss to the side of Nayeon’s head and smiled when she pointed to the TV. Of course. Even if she was fully asleep, Nayeon would never refuse to finish at least one episode of her favorite show before bedtime.

Momo was getting tired herself as she watched the show. Although her schedules had been slightly less hectic, everything was starting to catch up with her. Thankfully, she and Nayeon had the entire day off tomorrow. That meant sleeping in and taking care of each other, one of Momo’s favorite things to do.

//

Just as Momo’s eyes started to close, she felt a light tug on the hem of her shirt. She looked down to see Nayeon staring up at her, a small pout on her lips. “What’s up, bunny?”

Nayeon silently shifted her gaze to Momo’s chest then back up to meet her mama’s eyes. Momo tilted her head in confusion and looked down at her shirt. “Is mama’s shirt uncomfy to lay on?”

Nayeon let out a frustrated huff and shook her head. “Wan’ mama.”

“Mama’s right here, bunny.” Momo spoke softly, her eyebrows furrowing when Nayeon shook her head again. She waited a few more seconds to see if her baby would give her any more hints, but Nayeon just kept staring up at her.

After about a minute of staring, Nayeon’s eyes drifted back down to her mama’s chest. She let out another small whine and tugged on her mama’s shirt a little harder this time.

It took a few seconds, but once Momo finally pieced it together, she wasn’t sure what to say. “Do you want to… nurse?” Nayeon shyly nodded and rubbed her cheek against the soft fabric of her mama’s shirt. Now that her mama said it out loud, she suddenly felt embarrassed about it.

Nayeon had never asked to nurse before. She and Momo had spoken about it once or twice ages ago, but she had never really shown any deep interest in nursing. Momo looked down at her baby and blinked a few times before she nodded.

“Okay. Mama can do that. You don’t have to be embarrassed about anything, bunny.” Momo gave her baby a reassuring smile and kissed her forehead.

It wasn’t scary, but it sure was new as Momo lifted her shirt over her head. She unclipped her bra and set it down on the couch alongside her shirt. Nayeon looked down at Momo’s chest again, her cheeks a little pink. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to nurse from her mama, but it’s what her body wanted.

Momo took a deep breath before she adjusted herself and Nayeon in her lap, so they were sitting more comfortably. Bear in the Big Blue House played softly in the background as Momo carefully cupped the back of Nayeon’s head, leading her towards her nipple. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, hoping that this would make her baby feel better and not more uncomfortable.

Almost instinctively though, Nayeon latched on and let out a relaxed sigh. She started to gently suckle, resting her head on her mama’s chest. Momo laid her head back against the couch and let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. It was a new sensation, but it felt… calming. The quiet sound of her baby suckling combined with the very gentle tug of her lips against her nipple were close to making her fall asleep herself.

Momo looked down at Nayeon gently latched onto her and smiled. She had never felt as connected with Nayeon before now, and it made her heart warm. She ducked her head down slightly to place a kiss on the crown of her baby’s head before she rubbed her back, her other hand still supporting Nayeon’s head.

After just a few minutes, Nayeon’s gentle suckling slowed down significantly. Momo pulled her eyes away from the TV and let out a soft chuckle. Nayeon was on the verge of sleep, her eyes closed and lips barely moving.

Momo carefully and slowly unlatched Nayeon from her chest, much to her baby’s dismay. Momo stood up with a now slightly fussy and very sleepy Nayeon in her arms as they made their way to her room. She sat Nayeon down on her bed, going over to Nayeon’s room to grab her pajamas, her bunny stuffy, and a pacifier.

Before Nayeon could fully wake up and start to get fussy again, Momo quickly changed her baby into a pull-up and a pair of soft pajamas. She changed into her own pajamas and slipped into her bed beside Nayeon.

“Wan’ mama.” Nayeon pouted and reached her hands out to tug on Momo’s pajama top.

Momo smiled and kissed her baby’s forehead, gently slipping a pacifier between her lips. “I know, sweet girl. You can have mama in the morning, but it’s bedtime now.”

Without much more complaint, Nayeon cuddled into her mama’s side. She had her bunny tucked safely under her arm and her mama’s arm draped over her waist. As Momo fell asleep with a small smile on her face, she knew that she and Nayeon’s bond was that much stronger now.

[hiperacid2]

A letter from one's aching heart.

╰┈➤ nanami kento x reader ･ﾟﾟ･｡ wc: ~600

╰┈➤ post shibuya 2018 incident, spoilers for the recent s2 ep (18), gender neutral!reader, angst, mostly hurt/small amounts of comfort, grief, unedited . ･ﾟﾟ･｡posted on ao3!! ･ﾟﾟ･｡ @bitchcraftinc ੈ♡˳

"I've lived and I've loved, I've drank bitter and cold coffee, and I've drunk it warm and sweet too. Lately the world lost its color, and with it the respite of love went away. Maybe it's still there, in the way I still cook, make coffee, load the laundry, buy takeout, and more; everything for two. I keep forgetting I'm going to wake up in an empty, cold bed, that my towels won't ever be warm again when I get out of the shower; sometimes I speak waiting for a response, but what answers me is the silence of a hollow house. I keep saying 'I'm home!' with a smile every once in a while, but then again, hollowness is all I get back. Sometimes I wonder if things could be different, if we could have had an eternity of warm embraces and late sunday mornings. Wondering is futile, you taught me that, what matters is the present, the now. There's days where I buy myself a flower bouquet and put it in your favorite vase, the one that I think is boring and dull, and other days I treat myself to a dinner date, always pouring something for you too; I hope you're enjoying that. Don't worry about me, I'm doing good, it seems I was prepared to live without you, it's so hard, but I'm doing good. Though I loathe the day your clothes stop having your smell, I keep spraying your cologne in your pillow, hoping that the smell brands itself in my brain. I've had no luck yet, maybe if I try harder I will achieve it. I hope you forgive me, but I made one of your ties my lucky charm that I tied to my bag, and I had to cut it in half, with the rest I made a bracelet which I use almost every day, hoping to have a piece of you with me always, at least physically. Maybe I will adopt that little kitten, the one you insisted I should stop feeding. His mama vanished, and he's doing relatively good by itself. But I have all this love inside me that is for you, overflowing and drowning me; it seems to like the charm made out of your tie because they always play with it when I put my bag down. Even when you're not around you still are a magnet of strays. …I am making this longer than I planned, maybe I will write you another letter next week, or when I feel ready. I hope you don't mind the ink a little smudged because I'm crying. With love, always and forever, until we meet in another life, Kento."

You carefully folded the letter, chest full of sobs and tears completely clouding your vision. Nestling the pen you just used against your chest carefully, it's weight heavy in your hands, is Nanami's favorite.

After calming down enough to move, you take the folded paper and move it next to the plain cream vase that now holds half wilted flowers, leaving it there, with the pen over it as a weight.

Grabbing your bag as you take a tissue from beside the door, you put on your shoes. The keys on the door jingle, a solitary keychain with now no pair dances. Closing the door, your next destination is the pet store, the kitten is going to need a lot of new things… absentmindedly you wonder what name would suit them as the sounds of the city engulf you.

╰┈➤ a/n: this has been rotting in my docs since SEPTEMBER !! i'm so happy to finally release it here into the wild, it's not much but im thinking about grief and him allllllll the time. thank u for reading!! ♡

reblogs are greatly appreciated

[forbebeandjam]

omg can't wait for audrey's!!!!! thank youuuuuu (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

Fear | Audrey Lane x Fem Reader | Fluff

Summary: a small misunderstanding leads you and your girlfriend, Audrey to end up on bad terms. Three months later, you realize how much you love each other.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: a bit angst. Brain tumor mention.

A/N: sorry if it’s a bit unrealistic. I know it’s not my best work. I’m not a medic or doctor… enjoyyyy •u•

~🫧♥︎🫧~

You and Audrey had been working nonstop on a new K-pop choreography. Being a part of the Jam Republic dance crew has been a milestone in your career. You went from being a small and heavily criticized TikTok dancer who covered K-pop dance to a successful choreographer.

Having Nick reach out to you to be part of this project was perfect as he had also contacted your girlfriend, Audrey. You couldn't believe that you and Audrey got to dance together and spend time together as well.

However your schedules were packed and after the show, there were some things you two couldn't do together. She was booked doing the brand new show Street Dance Girls Fighter 2 and you were booked creating new choreographies and interviews.

One day you finally got to see her but you were too tired. She seemed to be really excited to hang out with you and you were just thinking of going home.

"What if we take a walk? and then we can go camping," she suggested but you shook your head.

"Sorry, Audrey. I'm drained and I just want to lay down," you said bluntly. One thing about you is that you could be very oblivious to others' feelings when you weren't feeling well... not to mention minor anger issues that almost caused you major trouble with Mannequeen.

"Well, what if we just go for some ice cream? Or maybe something to eat?" She said once again with her bubbly voice trying to get you out of bed and spend quality time together. It's Audrey. She was always bubbly and you lived for her but at this moment, tiredness hit you like a truck.

"Jeez, I said no. I'll just be in my room," you said in an aggravated tone leaving her behind on the couch.

You took painkillers for your headache and as you lay on your bed you heard soft sobs making your heart clench at the sounds. You know you fucked up. You promised to never make her cry and you just did. As you tried to get up to apologize, you felt your body collapse on the floor and you were unable to get up. Your vision immediately became dark.

-

You woke up and saw a bright light. You definitely weren't home. Your house was green and the lights were almost always dimmed. This room was too blue.

Your eyes tried to adjust and you groaned. You felt someone grip your hand tightly but the voice was almost unrecognizable as your ears also tried adjusting to the noise.

"Audrey..." was the first thing that escaped your lips. You called her name. You wanted to apologize and when your vision finally cleared up, you saw her sitting on the side of the hospital bed holding your hand and asking if you were okay. Her eyes were red and teary as well as her nose as she let out sniffles.

You felt your heart clench at her sight. You made her cry twice. You never meant for any of this to happen. As you tried to get up your poising headache pulled you back to the bed.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby. Please forgive me," you said as a tear escaped your eye. Her head shook repeatedly.

"Don't apologize. I didn't realize you felt this bad and I should've known. I should've made you rest and taken care of you," she said as she lowered her head.

"Audrey, it's okay. I'm okay, see?" You said as you kissed her hand.

"You're not. Sorry to tell you this ma'am but you have a brain tumor. You need surgery and treatment as well as absolute rest for around three months. We need to do this now or you might not make it another month," the doctor said. You didn't protest. You knew it would be best if you wanted to keep living the life that you have. You wanted to be with Audrey.

"Audrey?" You said when you saw how she was holding in her sobs and cries. She turned to look at you with red eyes and you began to cry as well.

"I love you. I love you so much and I will be with you forever," you said.

"Don't... it sounds like you're saying goodbye," she said.

"I know you have to catch a flight. You have to go back home. Go work on your projects, baby. And come back to me in three months," you said and she started to shake her head.

"I can't leave you. Who will take care of you? Who is going to make sure you're okay? I want to make sure you wake up and you can see me and..." you moved your hand on her cheek and she stopped talking. She shut her eyes tightly and pressed her lips on your hand.

"I will be okay, baby. I have to go now but never forget that I love you so much," you kissed her one last time before the nurse took you away.

-

(Three months later)

It was finally the day. The day Audrey would come back and you could be together again. This time you promised you would never let her go and would never make her cry.

You heard the doorbell and rushed to the door. You fixed my clothes and hair before taking a deep breath and finally took ahold of the doorknob. You twisted it and there she was. A big smile and a beautiful gold light radiating from her. Her eyes seemed to be teary and her smile was shaking.

She immediately dropped her bags and ran to you. She grabbed your face a kissed you tenderly. It was a long-awaited kiss. Three months felt like an eternity without her. How could someone live without that gorgeous smile? It's a smile you would die for.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," she said as she buried her face down your neck. Her sobs began to fill your ears and your tears began to roll down your face.

"I missed you too," you said as you kissed her head.

"How about we get out of here? I have a surprise for you," you said and she looked at you with a confused expression.

"But you need to rest more. What if-" Audrey started but you stopped her by shaking your head.

"I'm okay. We aren't doing anything that might be straining. Let's go," you said as you put on your shoes and jacket and walked out of the door with her. She was too quiet for your liking but you didn't say anything as you saw her fidgeting with her hands in the car. You knew she was nervous.

After around thirty minutes you arrived at a camping site and got out of the car to open her door. A small smile was painted on her lips.

"You didn't forget about the camping date?" She asked.

"I could never forget about your favorite thing. Your pink curly hair, the sweet perfume you use, the way you move when you dance. It's all engraved in my head. Let's set up and watch a movie," you said as you walked to get our things from the trunk.

A few hours later you had everything set up and ate dinner. The sun was starting to slowly set creating a beautiful orange and pink hue in the sky. Audrey was silently sitting on a chair looking at the sky as she took small sips of her tea. Your biggest fears began to fill your head like poison.

'Does she not love me anymore? Is there someone else? Did she find someone that treats her better?'

"Audrey, come here," you said and she turned to you. She stood up and placed her mug on the chair. As she walked to you, you immediately cupped her face with your warm hands and planted a kiss on her lips.

"Whatever is on your mind, tell me," you said as you broke the kiss.

"It's just all surreal. I thought I was going to lose you and not being able to contact you due to work was killing me and now that I'm here, I just feel like I should've been here all along," she said.

You immediately connected your forehead to hers. You wanted her to forget about everything and anything that happened in the past.

"Baby, you're here now and I couldn't ask for more. You're all I need and I just want to be with you. Enjoy the moment, my sweet girl," you said and kissed her forehead.

That seemed to make all of her worries melt away. Her mind was clear and her heart warm. She smiled brightly for the first time and a small tear escaped her eye. You kissed it dry and she let out a small giggle that melted your heart.

Setting up for bed was quick and soon you realized that you had forgotten her sleeping bag back home. You scratched your head and chuckled nervously.

"Sorry, babe. I forgot your sleeping bag," you said.

"It's okay. We can sleep in the same one," she said as she got situated. She looked up at you and you nodded. You got inside the bag and spooned her, sharing the warmth of your body as a movie played on your iPad.

Suddenly, she turned to face you, completely ignoring the movie. You were lost in her eyes and you shared a moment of silence.

She reached to peck your lips and you finally saw her purest smile.

"I don't know how I managed to be with you for so long. I'll never leave you again. Promise you'll never scare me like that again," she said as she buried her face in your chest.

"I'm sorry baby, I'll never do it again..."

There was a small pause and you pulled back from the hug.

"We fit perfectly in this sleeping bag don't you think?" You asked.

"Yes. We are perfect," she said before snuggling close to you.

“I love you,” You kissed her forehead and you both drifted into a deep slumber.

Thank you for reading!!🩷

[pinkishpearls]

bobo 🧸

christopher sturniolo x fem!reader

fluff | minimal/fluffy angst 💐

The past week for Chris has been horrible. From multiple meetings to his clothing brand’s website temporarily shutting down due to technical difficulties. Nothing had been going right for him this week, and the constant travel didn’t make him feel better either. He’d been complaining to me about how hard it’s been the past few days over the phone and how he couldn’t wait to come back and see me, I couldn’t wait too see him to.

-

I lay on my bed mindlessly scrolling on my phone, hoping the time would just go a tad bit quicker in order for Chris to come home. Scrolling on Pinterest unfazed, I get pulled back into reality with a notification from Chris, a cheesy smile then plastering across my face.

chris 🧡:

Coming home rn. I miss u ily

You:

can’t wait to see u 2 ugh i’m so excited !! i love u tooooo

I sigh a sigh of relief, I’ve been missing Chris so much and he was finally coming home now. I couldn’t wait to greet him and cuddle him again, one week was enough for sleepless nights. But I knew that Chris was going to complain about how restless his week was, but I didn’t mind that. So I sat up and patted my hair into place before sitting cross legged on the bed, preparing for what I was going to say.

The door handle turns before opening and revealing the blue eyed brunette figure. “Hi, Chris!” I smile, and run up to him as he rolls his suitcases away from him before he holds his arms out for a hug. He plasters you a sad smile, and you heart breaks little. “You’re alright.” I coo before engulfing him in a warm, tight hug. “Missed you so much.” he mumbles into my shoulder, his cold arms wrapping around my body making me wince. “Oh baby.” I break away from the hug, “Your cold, let’s go have a shower, hm?” I ask and he nods his head in return. “It was so cold outside.” he whines before I grab his hand and lead him into the bathroom.

-

“Feeling better now, Chris?” I ask as I lay my phone down on my nightstand, “Yeah, thanks.” he says dryly, and I only feel the tiniest bit concerned. “Anything wrong?” I question and I can see Chris fight the emotions that threaten to spill out. He’s had a rough week, and even though he was fine now, it’s always ok to express your emotions. “I- I’m fine. Let’s just go to bed, please?” he pleads and with a sigh, you comply. “Fine.” you huff, turning the sheets over you as you were already laying underneath them. “I’m gonna get Bobo really quick.” he says before making his way to his suitcase were Bobo was supposedly stored.

Bobo was Chris’s childhood monkey stuffed animal, he’d had him since he was 3 and he was the only stuffed animal that survived the tragic house fire that burnt down Chris’s family home a few years back. Chris cherished it, and although he didn’t sleep with it every night like how Matt does with Mr Winkleton or how Nick does with Richie, he brung it with him as he says “When I sleep with Bobo when your not here, it feels like your right next to me. I don’t know, I find comfort in Bobo like I find comfort in you, I guess.”

I over hear Chris struggle with his suitcase zip, seeming as he might’ve overpacked or not’ve folded his clothes, but I mind it knowing that he’d sort it out. Or I thought, before I hear a soft gasp escape Chris’s mouth. I jolt up immediately, “What, Chris?” I inquired before a horrified gasp escapes my lips. “Bobo!” I gulped and I glance to see Chris, his eyes glossy and his lips trembling, my heart shatters at the view. Bobo’s arm and left part of his body were torn off, my heart throbbed as I saw Chris start to sob “Bobo! He-he got c-caught in the zipper of my suitcase a-and I tried to get him out but- Oh God! He got stuck more and more and it’s all my fault!” he cries before burying his face into his hands, muffling the tragic sounds falling out his mouth. The rip didn’t seem too bad, and it looked like something I could mend with my little sewing kit I had stuffed underneath my bed, but right now all I could focus on was Chris. This must’ve been Chris’s breaking point, as he doesn’t stop sobbing. “It’s ok Chris! Your alright!” I coo as I bring my hand to rub along his shaking back. “Let’s get in bed, hm?” I quaked before Chris and I lift off the floor and onto my bed.

-

His head was buried into the crook of my neck, he’d stop crying by now and was now fast asleep. His mouth was slightly agape and his hair was all scruffy, but I thought he looked beautiful like this, I wish I could savour this moment. I couldn’t fall asleep, my eyes were fixed on Chris, but I decided to move them around, examining the room. I looked sadly at Bobo who was still laying on the ground, his arm detached as he lay there, his dark marble eyes looking up into nothing. Slipping out of bed, I reach for Bobo, being careful not to tear anymore of the fragile fabric, before reaching down and equipping my sewing kit. I smile sheepishly, knowing I was going to please Chris, he was going to be so happy when he wakes up.

- in the morning ☀️

I open my eyelids, followed by a morning groan escaping my lips. The sun seeps through the gaps of my blinds, and my eyes squint, readjusting to the lighting. “Baby!” Chris beamed as soon as he saw my eyes open, “Bobo!” he rejoiced, bringing Bobo to my face and swinging him around. I sweetly smile at Chris and he smiles back, his pupils big and full of love. “I love you.” he says, placing a kiss to my forehead, then my nose, then my cheeks, and then, my lips.

“I love you too, idiot!” I giggled, before he places his lips back on mine.

[bbiemochi]

hello!! >_< if it’s ok, can I req shu + rei with a shy gf that collects antiques like old dolls and teacups… Thank u !! <33

𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚎 | shu & rei

[an]: oh my god i love you. FINALLY SOMEONE WITH REI ON MY REQUESTS SOBBING. sorry i just love that loser too much, a concerning attachment i know. overall, tysm for requesting, bb! <3

summary: from vintage dolls, to antique clocks, you just seemed to love collecting these things. and your boyfriend adores it

pairing: shu & rei x shy!fem!reader! [ separate ! ]

genre: fluff, a bit steamy/intimate in rei’s part (°▽°)

SHU ITSUKI

and that was one last cup

steadily, you landed down softly on the floor after putting one last vintage cup inside of your cabinet filled with antique items that you had just collected. the teacup that you recently just put had been part of an old collection that you bought from an old shop nearby run down by a sweet old lady who had the same passion as you, collecting old stuff from the past and displaying them afterwards upon finding. some items you took are from france, england, other foreign countries that you had never been to. the teacup wasn’t that expensive anyways, you only spent around 2,000 yen on it. wasn’t much of a big deal.

now with these type of classics just hanging by your cabinet you organized yourself, you had never been more happier just by looking at them. they had been gently cleaned and fixed, then you carefully place them inside this cabinet your mother gave to you. the cabinet’s door had a clear glass in front in order to view the antiques, nicely. there were even fragile dolls inside of it, you made sure they were placed the furthest behind in order for them not to fall easily first. the vintage clocks were your most favorite, how they chime so nicely unlike today’s loud and noisy clocks. they were placed right next to the cabinet, hanging so gracefully on the wall. it wasn’t really helpful, despite still being able to run still. it was 3 hours short than your average hours, and you couldn’t really call it reliable when checking the time whenever you’re in a hurry. but they were the most favored one towards you.

everything placed here in this very corner, was your prime collection. the best one you could ever had in your room. probably even your comfort area to be in. just looking at them calms you down. you knew so much about the past, and sometimes it saddens you of how your era today wasn’t as much beautiful as it was like before. but still, you hold a love to these antique figures.

although, you weren’t the only one loving these precious items.

“magnificent! it looks like you brought home a new darling!”

you were startled by the sudden words spoke from behind your back. jumping, you almost hit your head on the cabinet, however, good thing you managed to hold on a nearby arm chair. you slowed down your breath, calming your heating face down. “s-shu…you scared me…” you whispered, taking measured breaths.

shu itsuki. the leader of arts, and a member of valkyrie along with kagehira mika. you see…this man right here is your boyfriend. surprisingly yes, the shu itsuki is your significant other. no coincidences. who knew someone like him could find his other half? you both started dating once you guys knew that your interests were similar. he fell for your love for vintages, and you fell for his passion for making the cutest doll dresses. you weren’t sure if what this thing you did was normal, but hey—he was also very charming you won’t lie.

as always, shu looked upon your stunned figure and sighed. “why be afraid? it’s just me, calm down,” he says, before taking a look at your cabinet once more—admiring the brand new teacup displayed inside along with the others. he gently hands you over mademoiselle and after you grabbed his doll, shu went back to focus on your new item, his eyes sparkled, and his mouth had a wide grin. he seemed to be delighted as you are when the male notices the design. “ah! just look at the texture and the exquisite decoration of that teacup! truly a magnificent type of vintage item indeed!”

“you may bring it out if you want to, i’ll allow it.”

“non! you must’ve just recently cleaned it, so, i’ll just admire this whole collection of beauties in front of me!” he replies, and you laugh. after seconds had passed, your boyfriend was quick to go back to your attention. “oh yes, i almost completely forgot—about vintage items, come here, i found something on my way back,” you tilted your head, although you proceeded to follow shu towards the study table that was close to the side of your collection of antiques. shu steadily takes mademoiselle back to his arms and placed her down on a safe shelf you set up just for the doll in order for her to be safe whenever shu comes to visit your room.

as he sat down on the table, you observed as his hand reached for something inside of his pocket. it was wrapped in a small plastic aligning, and after the plastic was brought down it comes next with a second wrap, which was white paper adorned with brown blushes on the sides, looking like coffee spilled on that paper a long time ago and dried up. it even smelled like coffee from afar. inside both wraps was a box, with a soft velvet touch from the fingertips. “i found it from a jewelry store i visited real quick just to search for jewels that i can use for mademoiselle’s new outfit despite my legs being worn out. the prize was surprisingly low, however the stores lady says it was a jewel from a long time ago…which somehow fascinated me..” shu then opens a box, revealing a ring with a huge emerald jewel sitting on top. your eyes sparkled, and you sighed, satisfactorily—a smile on your face.

“wow…h-how much did you pay for it?” you questioned. “around 4,000 yen. for a ring like this, it’s actually pretty low.”

“4-4k yen? for something as gorgeous as this??” you asked again, looking closely at the ring as you stood by his side—not minding the lamp light close to your face. shu nods in return, “mhm. good thing i had enough money to buy both the needed jewels and this ring. wait—why are you just standing there?? sit down so you can take a better look.”

“huh? o-oh no i’m fine! honest…! besides, your legs are tired, right?” you responded, waving both hands as his direction to reassure you were just ok. “you should have the seat. i’ve been sitting around all the day anyways.” you added. shu frowns, “no that’s not the—ugh…” shu pushes his thumb and forefinger between his forehead, letting out a huge sigh while you looked at him, perplexed. creating space between the both of you, shu pushes the chair back, creating an area for you to move in.

“come here,” he calls, patting on his lap. your face burns up, feeling a rushing heat all over your cheeks. “h-huh?”

“i don’t want any buts or excuses. come on don’t waste my time,” your boyfriend says before you could let out another word. it took you a bit long to walk over close to his side, and because of this shu suddenly pulls you by the arm, and sat you down gently on his lap. the blush on your face increases, and all you could react was silence with a tint of a sheepish expression on. shu grabs back the ring, and this time focused it over your view. you were immediately distracted back to looking back on the jewelry.

it was more clearer from the lamp’s light, and your eyes glittered. it was vintage, somewhat similar to rings back at the 1800’s—just how you and shu loved it. since it was old, the gold was a little rusted with iron scratches, but it was fine. it still looked as beautiful as it was today. “it’s so pretty…” you whispered, shu’s hand brushes your hair back from your ear. “it truly is…” he responds. out of nowhere, the ring that shu was showing was now being slid over your finger, shooting through perfectly at your right size. you gasped, now looking at your hand. shu watches as your face lights up with amazement…then smiles, softly.

“as beautiful as a doll…” you heard him say. “no…more beautiful than a doll.” the next thing you knew was your head being turned back, and your lips was on his. the kiss was…loving. it was more loving than the average kisses you and shu exchange from time to time. it seemed like he put more passion into this one. over 20 seconds passes and shu let go of your lips—pressing his forehead to yours.

“s-shu..”

“you’re divine,” his eyes were staring deeply into yours. “the most elegant person i know.”

REI SAKUMA

it was usual for you two to visit the antique store at these days.

you never heard your boyfriend once complain about why you take a look around this store all the time whenever he’s free from his daily idol schedule or resting in his coffin while the twins tell him about stuff he needed to know. in fact, he actually enjoys looking around with you. as long as he’s with you, he’s having fun.

as your eyes sparkled in every section of vintage collection you went, rei never fails to smile at each expression you wore when your eyes stared right at the item laid down on the shelves. and when you decided to look at the prize tag, you would either smile widely or your expression falls. he likes both, since in both ways you still looked adorable. from cups, dolls, an old clock, watch, jewelry—anything, you’d take them that fits your budget. or from time to time rei would help pay for them.

you love collecting old stuff from the victorian era or even in the golden times. whatever fits your taste, you’ll take them and bring it back home. rei loves it. he likes it when you hold your hands in his whenever you two would walk around every aisle of the store. he’ll look for an object, show it towards you, and you’ll look deep into it first before adding it over your basket. it depends on the price.

“how about this one, little miss?”

“h-how did you find this??”

“a vampire’s eyes are sharp,” he’d say. and you’d laugh it off. if you did he’ll kiss you on the cheek and watch as your face blooms into a soft red. not like you had any complaints with it either.

this particular day, rei had a day off after a long concert yesterday with his unit undead. he was tired, the male was said to be resting in that coffin the whole day—and the twins were the last seen individuals to be with him in undead’s rehearsal room. you however, had a choice to visit his rehearsal room to show him a new item you bought in the same antique shop you two scrolled down the entire time. it was a music box from the 1700’s. you had been saving for it for almost months (rei had already took notice of this), and you had been the most happiest person to know that you already bought it, first.

walking down the hall, adonis had told you that rei was resting in his coffin at the rehearsal area. says he likes to stay there for a while during his day off. so here you are, music box delivered inside a plastic, covered in old newspapers in hand, and a wide smile over your face. you were excited to show rei this…just crossing your fingers that he’ll like it…

once you had made it to undead’s rehearsal room, you gently tapped your knuckles into the door—knocking. “rei? are you there?” you called. you knocked again, thrice this time. when no answer was echoed back—you gently turned the door knob, and pushed the entrance to reveal a large coffin laying down on the room’s floor. you walked in the dark, and closed the door behind. hinata and yuta weren’t here, that’s odd…did they somehow went out for a while?

walking towards the coffin, you kneeled down—quietly and steadily placing the music box on the side first before knocking on the coffin. rei was probably asleep, poor guy…he was so tired from yesterday, huh? “rei…? are you in there?” you knocked. when the coffin’s lid begins to move, you backed away a little so you won’t be hit (like that one time when you met rei for the first time).

the coffin’s lid was now pushed off, creating an entrance completely. you watched as your boyfriend raised up from the inside—his hair was messy and eyes were still shut tight. he was wearing the undead practice attire which made you bewildered since you thought today was supposed to be his day off. “nn…y/n…?” he calls, voice raspy. you scooted close to his side. “i’m here,” you replied. pushing his hair back, when rei saw that it was just you, a smile creeps into his face—a soft one. “ah, princess. so it’s you, what are you doing here?”

“i should be asking you that actually,” you laughed. rei sighs, leaning down back to his coffin cushion. “it’s been a long day. my back hurts from yesterday and all i wanna do is just sleep and dream.”

“r-rei it’s only 11 in the morning.”

“still, can’t an old vampire be tired?” he says, and you sweatdropped. the room was cold, but the atmosphere between you and rei was warm. it was always warm. that’s why you love him as much he loves you. realizing what you came here for, you instantly grabbed the plastic bag and brought it up to sit on your lap. “ah! i-i almost forgot, rei i finally bought the music box i’ve always wanted…!” you said, and rei’s attention was fully focused on you. removing the newspaper wraps around the item, you showed rei the exquisite design of the music box held in your hand. it wasn’t that big, it was as almost the size of your palms. your boyfriend’s eyes shined. “ooohh. that looks beautiful indeed, marvelous i can see.”

“right?? the fact that this was from the victorian era is even more of a blessing…!” you excitedly say. rei smiles…seeing you with a face like that brings peace in him. god he was so in love with you. he could just..

“rei? you good?”

“huh??” rei was cut away from his thoughts to go further below. “ah, what was it you said again, princess?” he questions. you gulped, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “i said if you wanna roll the music box…?” the male looks over the said box in hand, and chuckles. phew, at least his thoughts were saved. “why of course…it would be a pleasure,” he replies before his fingers twirled the music box around. once it was twirled, the two of you sat in silence while the music began to play—echoing inside of the room. the melody shallowing inside of the area was so beautiful…you could hardly gaze away from the music box on your hands.

such a calm and slow tune…now rei wasn’t focused on the music…but at you. your e/c pupils were so adorable and they looked so joyful at the moment they stared down on the antique. rei can see the sparkle in your eyes. he always sees them when you look at vintages. it was your passion after all, why wouldn’t you? he just…couldn’t help it. his heart was beating…stupid heart. then out of nowhere he finds himself laying his head on your shoulder. you winced, your eyes view now exiting from the music box. and the music still continued to play.

your face burns and your hand slowly lays on top of rei’s raven hair. “r-rei?? what’s wrong?” you asked. he didn’t reply. his sigh caused you to flinch—hot breath fanning over your neck. oh uh…was he…? after a few seconds, the next thing you knew when he brushes your back hair away was his lips sucking over your neck, and you dropped the music box—both hands now on his shoulders. the tune still went onwards, and as it played slowly, you sealed your eyes shut. rei continued to suck onto your neck, feeling like he was leaving the deepest marks. and after each suck you could feel him kiss the area before moving to the next one. it was intense, you were blushing like crazy, your eyes reads small signs of lust. it was evident that rei was holding back.

you were gasping heavily. each kiss he placed over your neck you gripped onto his shoulders more tightly. “r-rei…ah..!” a bite. not too hard, he hates the taste of blood after all. you felt weak, body almost laying down on the floor. when the neck kisses and sucks stopped, you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. however…the next action just feeds to your satisfactorily needs.

the cold air hits your bare back, and you let out a huge gasp when you feel his hands brush over them, making you more vulnerable and weak than before. he was…he was good at this. you let out a small sigh…just where was this going to head? “i like your back…it’s so smooth…” he whispers into your ear. you hiccuped. “oh? what’s that face? earlier you were so cute while looking at that music box,” the music box, you completely forgot about it. his hands continued to slide all over your back, giving you goosebumps and shiver all over.

your body stutters, and when rei (accidentally) pulls the hook of your bra…you moaned.

rei stops and then looks back at your face. your hands were now covering your mouth, face now really red that it was visible in the dark and body still shaking. even rei was surprised. “that…was hot.” he says, and you couldn’t help but stammer. “i only pulled the hook then you made that noise? kuku, who knew?”

“y-you did that on purpose did you..?!” you yelled, sheepishly. the ravenette chuckles. “would you not believe me when i said i didn’t?” he spoke, finger circling your back, you covered your mouth as a sign exits. “s-stop…this is making me feel weird.”

“hm? how strang—

“sakuma-senpai! we’re back from the—whoopsies! they’re busy, sorry! we’ll come back again later after you’re done bye!”

the calls from the two twin idols was a huge surprise for you and your boyfriend. you swore to god you were close to fainting at that very moment from embarrassment. now your face was steaming completely and you couldn’t help but hide your face on rei’s neck. the music finally stopped by the time you did. “i-i hate you,” you murmured.

“didn’t i tell those two kids to knock before entering? ugh…” rei says, removing his hands away from your back, quickly. well that atmosphere was ruined. either was your mood. maybe you should ask rei for a make-out session sometimes. you’d be too shy, but hey, it’s the worth the shot, right?

a/n: i love rei

requests: closed :((

[zozo-01]

"round and round on a horse like a carousel."

Here we are!! We finally got this massive fic out and done! I've always wanted to write a fic with Sam and Gavin, anddd my official bodycount is now up to two (thousand)!!! Special shout out to my lovely 'zo keeper' @gingerbreadmonsters who is enjoying some perfectly desrved R&R on the other side of the world!!! Thank you for letting me play with your theory and shoving Sam and Darlin' into it!!!

 CW: Angst, Multiple Major Character Death (most of it is shown but only one is described), Grieving Characters, (they are not handling the grieving process well), Hopelessness and Despair all around, Ambiguous Ending, Manipulation, Slight Coercion, Follows Ginger's "Echo is Gavin" Theory, Multiverse (kind of), Poor Sam is going t h r o u g h it, Echo doesn't care, Despite everything Echo does care for Sam, Mentions of Alexis invoking Sam to kill Darlin', You need to read 'have and hold' and 'reeling' to understand what is going on

click here for the ao3 link!!!

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“Well you’re as handsome as the day I met you.”

He didn’t know what he let out, if it was a chuckle or sob. To be quite honest, he couldn’t hear anything except for the voice of the raspy shifter in bed. He needed to hear them, for what limited time they had left together. If he can’t go on with eternity with them, then at least let him burn their voice, their magical laugh, in his head. For the nights (or days he suppose) when everything is too much and he feels like he’ll burst, the memory of their voice will bring him back. Calm the angry threads that are barely bursting from the seams.

Although, one could argue that the memory of them in any capacity would shatter him more than what trivial and worldly matter will plague him.

“And you’re just as beautiful, Darlin’.”

Darlin’s hoarse chuckle led to a series of coughs. Realistically, Sam knows that their lungs aren’t what they used to be, but every cough had his core pulsating with the need to heal them. Not that healing magic would do them any good.

Another moment of silence passed, the clock ticking becoming louder. 

“I’m sorry, Sammy.”

He shook his head and repeated the same phrase once again. “It ain’t your fault.”

With a stubborn glint, one that had weakened with time, Darlin’ replied, “But I don’t want to leave you!” Their eyes were watery and their voice strained with pain in their chest. Part of him was scared that they were wasting precious energy trying to stay strong for him. Leave it to them to not rest in their final moments.

(Wait a minute, was that crack in the corner always there?) He wiped their tears, feeling his own build up, not that he’ll ever let himself cry when they needed more comfort than himself. He’ll have all the time to be selfish later. “I understand, you didn’t wanna be turned, I get it more than anyone else.”

But his words weren’t enough to change their mind. He’s long accepted that fact yet he continues. “We both knew this day was going to come. And listen to me,” he kneeled on the ground and held their hands, “I had the time of my life with you. You’ve made me the happiest man I could be, and to this day I still think I don’t deserve it. But I am the luckiest man ever to call you my mate.” He kissed their temple. “I love you, Darlin’.”

They gave a weak smile. “I love you too, my Nashira.” Their breathing slowed and they relaxed on the bed. “I’m tired, baby…” Their voice drifted off and Sam accepted the worst.

“Sleep, my love, you deserve to rest.” He kissed their forehead for the last time and watched them take their last breath. 

(Seriously, the hospital was brand new, why were there cracks in the ceiling?) Now that he was confident they were gone, he clutched onto this body, sobbing into their shoulder and mumbling about how they deserve peace in the afterlife. 

But it wasn’t fair.

Why couldn’t he have been made human so he could at least join them soon? A selfish part of his wishes that Darlin’ was turned into a vampire so they could be immortal and happy. Whatever the case, why must he lose his love when everyone else can have theirs? Why must he have a bad ending after being dealt a bad life and bad death? 

His mother always warned him to always be careful of what he wished for, but right now, he’d suffer any and all consequences just to meet them again. 

(Ok this is getting concerning now, because now the entire ceiling is gone-)

“What a shame. Another iteration, another failed attempt.”

Sam had wondered if a foreign voice could sound so familiar. It was cold and distant, like a scientist viewing the results of an experiment. But it had a sense of sorrow, a type of exasperation. Whoever this ‘scientist’ was wanted his experiment to work, but something told Sam that he was used to failure. In a weird sense, it sounded like a mixture of every voice he heard in his life. A strange concoction of dialects and accents and tones that left him unsure who to pin the owner of this voice. 

(There was one person that came to his head, but he shook that thought immediately. The voice in his head was too cruel to be him.)

There were other voices in his brain too. The ones that belonged to one of the few friends his mate made in their youth. (They’d always called it their Starboy era.) 

An incubus that they had met in one of the many clubs they adored and his partner that he worshipped over anything else.

“You’re my sky, deviant. The space between my stars… In a lifetime of sensing the emotions of others, I never imagined I could feel like this... This much… And I am so grateful for it, and for you.”

Who the fuck was that-

Gone was the bed where his Darlin’ passed in their sleep, the world had cracked and broke around him, only for them to be replaced with a clear sarcophagus and an eternal night sky.

Inside was the body of the Freelancer that was once adored by his incubus friend. 

(Wait a minute, didn’t he see them last week?)

Before he can think any further, from the neverending nothing, a body emerged. It was an incubus, that much Sam could tell from his aura, but instead of the pink colouring that most incubi had, this one was all black. The tips of his horns were a midnight shade, without any of the stars that make the night sky beautiful. His eyes were devoid of any light, and he had the feeling that something ripped the light from his eyes and used it to paint the stars. 

There was something else that was off with him. Sam couldn’t keep his eyes off the outline of the not-so-incubus incubus, puzzled by the glitching effect that surrounded him. The false sex demon (or at least, he thinks it’s a fake) was outlined with a pink and white hue, not like the usual red and blue glitches he’s seen before. He was causing disturbances in the otherwise stunning galaxy themed room. It was clear that this… Whatever this being was, he didn’t belong here. Sam had an inkling that this irregularity hadn’t come to give his condolences for his mate’s death.

(He could never understand how the term incubus, a term referring to creatures of light and fun and sex could also refer to a dark and twisted nightmare.)

(He was about to find out soon.)

The demon smiled, leaning his arms against the sarcophagus and chuckled, “Hello Nashira.”

Sam bared his fangs at the stranger, distrust filling his body. “You don’t get to fuckin’ call me that.” There were only two people who could call him that. One of them was dead. And the other was about to become dead inside. (Shh. Don't tell Sam that, this is our secret.)

The demon pouted, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Oh? You don’t remember me, Samuel? We go all the way back.” He gave a sly smile that Sam found all too familiar. “Your mate loves- oh, excuse my language, I had forgotten, loved having me around.”

Sam growled, “Don’t you fuckin’ talk like that around me.” He glanced at the dead or sleeping freelancer in the sarcophagus. “Or else you’ll be seein’ my mate and that partner of yours real fuckin’ soon.” Sure it was a low blow, but this incubi impersonator struck first and Sam’s never been known to hold back any punches, especially when it comes to his mate. In his anger, he even forgot the contradiction presented by the body in the sarcophagus. 

(Came. He meant when it came with his mate. No one tells you how hard it is to change the tenses in his words, let alone his mind.)

The impersonator raised an eyebrow, his eyes becoming darker, but that smile remained on his face. “Samuel, Samuel, Samuel. It’s adorable that you think a vampire can overpower a demon, but I shall let you feed your own delusions.” 

The demon paused for a minute. “You know, you and I used to get along so well,” he sighed. “Though I can’t blame you. It’s been years since we last saw each other, after all.”

“As if I’d befriend a prick like you,” Sam scoffed. Ok, maybe pissing off a demon isn’t a good idea, even when he considers his own immortality, but man oh fucking man, this demon’s a dipshit asshole and he wants to knock him down a peg.

The demon barked out a laugh, and Sam wonders where he’s heard that before. “Alright, then I’ll just have to remind you, Nashira. How about a trip down our memory lane?” 

It was a deal. With the way his voice sounded, it seemed like the impersonator made countless deals in his lifetime. The tone came to him naturally, he definitely has used it before. (Sam wonders if he was one of this creature’s past deals). Everything in him was screaming at him to turn away from this devil’s ploy, but his morbid curiosity craved the apple the demon was offering. 

“Alright, I’ll bite.” …The pun was honestly unintentional, but by God, if this demon is going to make a comment about it, he’s going to-

The smirk from the demon said it all. “You vampires sure love to bite things don’t you. Am I the next thing on your ‘to-be-bitten list’?”

“Shut up, demon, and get on with your story,” he grumbled, fully knowing he walked into that himself.

“Alright, alright, I’ll get off your case, Nashira,” he said, the sly smirk faded into a small smile, his eyes giving away that he was reminiscing on a memory. “I brought them, your darlin’, home one night. They had decided to get absolutely inebriated, so I had to carry them.” He walked around the sarcophagus and in front of Sam. “You chastised them for going above their limit, and they insisted that they were absolutely fine and it didn’t matter because I was there.” 

He went silent for a moment, a fond smile on his face. “They were always so stubborn…” His voice was quiet yet filled with adoration. Why was he talking about Dar-

The demon shook his head, breaking his trance and continued. “After you put them to bed, we caught up and I told you to be careful with their heart, that you were their ‘Nashira’. And you promised that-”

“That I’d burn the world and kill anyone in their way to make sure they’d never suffer another day again…” Shock filled his body, mouth hanging open and eyes embedded onto the demon. “How did you know?”

There was no way. His darlin’ was asleep and now permanently so, so they couldn’t have somehow told this stranger. And there was only one other person in the room that night. So it has to be him. But it’s impossible, there’s no way. The demon in front of him was far more cruel than the one he shared that sentiment with. Although… The body was similar to him, bar for the glitches and black colouring… And his voice was eerily similar, easily discernible from the cacophony of voices when the demon opened his mouth… And even that fucking bite joke is so him…

So then…

“Gavin? Is that you?”

There was a wistful smile on the stranger's face, almost happy by Sam’s attempt at discerning his identity. He let out a hollow chuckle, eyes glistening for a quick moment. “Ah, it’s been a while since someone has called me by that name, I almost forgot what it sounded like coming from another person’s mouth.” 

Sam stared, aghast. Surely it couldn’t be possible.

The shadow-man continued. “I only hear that name within the fleeting memories I torment myself with, willing to endure the pain so I can hear my name with their voice, just as it should be.”

He paused, mockingly bowing in front of the vampire. “So thank you, Samuel, for reminding me of that accursed name, but you are mistaken, my Nashira.” He cruelly smirked, eyes becoming blacker than black, whatever sliver of light that remained had gone, leaving the bitter and powerful entity. “The Gavin you knew is dead within the stadium walls, along with my deviant and your mate, all those years ago in the Inversion.”

A friend, wearing a stranger’s face. Familiarity and foreignness mixing together in an uncomfortable manner. 

“These days, I go by Echo.”

(Ok, that’s impossible. He can clearly picture his Darlin’ charging through the crowd in the aftermath in their gorgeous wolf form, and he remembers watching them like they were an angel sent from above. There was no way, no fucking way, that they could have died.)

(They weren’t even in the wards during that god forsaken day.)

Gav- Echo stood straighter, like he was proud of the person he’s become. Sam still couldn’t believe it. The incubus he knew was sweet and kind, with a heart of the purest gold that’s ever been mined. He was the type of man who’d carry old ladies’ purses while they cross the street, or make funny faces at the baby in the stroller. 

He loves unconditionally, becoming immortal not by the magic flowing through his veins, but by the magic he leaves behind in the hearts of the people he interacted with.

But this person… This echo of the demon he knew… He was the furthest from what he remembered of him. 

Echo chuckled at the puzzled thoughts that shone in Sam’s eyes. “This still is my favourite part, reminding you of our mission and updating you on how close I am to finishing it.”

Sam furrowed his eyebrows. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about? What mission? I didn’t agree to shit. And that still doesn’t explain what the hell happen to you Gavin! I saw you last week with your partner at the hospital! So how are they in that glass coffin!”

Echo snarled at his old name and raised his voice. “I told you, I go by Echo now.” He caressed the clear sarcophagus in a gentle way, like a lover caresses their partner’s cheek. “Gavin died when they did,” he whispered, like it was a secret between the two men. 

Sam understood it, recognized that pain. Part of him died with Darlin’ and now he might hurl any time someone not them calls him ‘Samuel’. It was their name to use and now it’ll have no use.

He furrowed his eyes, taken aback by Echo’s statement. But they were alive, he spoke to them last week. Despite their equal old age to his mate, them and their Gavin (the nice one, not this monstrosity in front of him), would constantly come by the hospital to see how Darlin’ was doing. It was nice, the support they, the clan and the pack provided was vital for him to keep his sanity.

Despite every logical sense making it seem like Echo is lying, the pain in his voice, the despair in his eyes, it was too real. The flinch his body did when he called him ‘Gavin’ was way too specific for it to be a simple mimicry of other grieving lovers. Whatever this version of the Gavin he cared for was, he’d experience the loss of his Deviant.

Either that or Echo should be given an Oscar for his performance tonight.  

Perplexed by this paradox, he opened his mouth to ask. Surely he deserves some answers as to what’s going on in this fever dream. “But they’re alive… I saw them breathin’.” He dared to step closer, a small part of him wanting to comfort Echo over their shared pain. 

A bittersweet smile graced his face, and yet again, it was too raw and real for anyone to fake. “They won’t be alive for much longer, Nashira.” With a wave of his hand, the starry night scene that they’d been in had morphed into a house.

This was Gavin’s and Freelancer’s house.

Sam looked over to the couch to see the human and incubus sitting there, laughing at the TV in front of them. Of course they were watching ‘Pingu’. He still couldn’t fathom why on earth either of them adore that show, but you can bet that their nights had consisted of curling up in their Cinnamoroll pajamas and laughing at the absurdity of the penguins on the screen. It was cute and wholesome and the exact domesticity that both of them deserved, so he never said anything. He can appreciate cuddles and a show to laugh at, even if he didn’t agree with the entertainment itself. Besides, it was nice to see the tradition be continued all these years later.

“I don’t even know why I loved that penguin show, but it’s just too damn loveable to not be obsessed with it,” Echo mused, walking towards the older version of his freelancer. “Admittedly, the pajamas were also my idea. I know, I know, seems out of character for me, but I digress. I do look damn good in a Keroppi onesie.” He chuckled and knelt before the older freelancer, caressing their cheek, even though Sam had a feeling the freelancer couldn’t feel his touch. His iconic glitches had calmed, and he became more grounded in reality.

Sam wondered if the freelancer calmed Echo’s rage, the same way Darlin’ did for him.

He felt a bubble of smugness burst through him, happy at the thought that for the first time during this fever dream, he got a leg up on Echo. “See? Told you they’re still alive, so you can cut the horse shit and tell me what the fuck is goin’ on here.”

A beat passed and Freelancer fell onto the ground, clutching their heart in deep agony.

Any and all pride that Sam felt a few seconds ago gave way to dread, forgetting that once again that darker incubus had been right again. He rushed forward, instincts taking over to try to heal his friend, only to be stopped when Echo put a hand on his shoulder.

“There’s no use, Nashira, they’re already gone.” His face had a hardened look, like he’d watch this scene happen over and over, but his voice had a resigned sadness in it. That despite expecting this result, he wished it would end differently. 

Wish carefully, listener. Actions have consequences. And wishes granted have a cost.

He tried to plead, struggling against the demon’s grip, “I can help! It ain’t fair that he loses his partner too! Send me back and let me save them-”

“Do you think I haven’t tried that?!” Echo responded with a question that Sam was sure rhetorical. His voice kept a steady tone, but it didn’t do much to hide the rage from his voice. “I have tried every single variation, every single possibility, changed every single variable but it leads to the same fucking outcome. Your mate dies and my deviant follows them to the River.” He pulled the vampire up on his feet and whisked them both back to the starry room that they began this conversation in. “How dare you be so arrogant that you think you can change this? If anyone can save them both, it will be me.” He seethed every word, and Sam could finally see the total toll it had taken on Echo.

That still didn’t explain what he had gone through, and Sam wanted to understand. Whether or not he could comprehend it was up to how well Echo explained everything to him. 

Echo sighed, rage leaving his face and replacing it with apathy. “Apologies Samuel, I know you don’t remember anything. But can you blame me for losing my shit when you’re being, and I’m putting this gently, a goddamned idiot.” He looked back at the sarcophagus, affectionately rubbing it once again. 

(Come to think of it, the way Echo rubs the coffin reminds him of the window cleaners on the skyscrapers he’s seen. He can even picture the cloth in Echo’s hand, methodically wiping it clean. Huh, no wonder why the sarcophagus is all sparkly and shiny.)

Sam had taken offence of the insult, but he remembered the ache in his voice a moment prior. He could see the gears turning in Echo’s head, a restless mind coming up with another plan to achieve his ultimate desire. 

An unconscious part of him wanted to help the former incubus (the jury is still at the stands) succeed in his goal. Was it because despite evidence to the contrary, Echo looked and spoke and moved like his best friend? Or was it in his nature to heal people, lend a helping hand to those who needed it? 

(Was it because his Darlin’ would have jumped at the opportunity to help a ‘friend’ out and he needed to keep their soul tethered to the mortal world for a little while longer?)

(But maybe he’s always been a selfish man, and this was his way to get his Darlin’ back permanently.)

Apple firmly in his hand, he weighed the consequences of taking the fated bite. His mind screamed that indebting his soul to the devil is a terrible idea. But he needed to get some answers, to understand the clusterfuck chain of events that leads him to this very moment. A deal with a devil never killed anybody, especially if he knows that the devil was once an angel. 

“You mentioned earlier that we been through this before?” Sam recalled.

Echo nodded thoughtfully, choosing his next words carefully. “Are you sure, Samuel? You don’t understand what you’re asking to learn.”

“More than anythin’ in my life,” he confidently answered, stamping out any fear or uncertainty from his voice. His mate would’ve been disappointed in him. They hadn’t gone to law school just to see their mate agree to a contract without seeing the terms.

“If you’re gonna sign your ass away, at least do it with consent and knowledge, Sammy.”

God, he missed their voice. He wanted to hear it again like a dark forest craves the sun.

The far-too-demonic incubus narrowed his eyes at the vampire, his scowl growing deeper. His cold voice spoke, “Well fine, I’ll make that decision for you.” He stalked closer to Sam, the once pink and white glitches surrounding his body becoming more intense. The distortions seemed to respond to Echo’s emotions, and by the looks of it, he had a fury that rivaled the most spiteful Gods. 

Had his teeth become sharper? His horns larger? Sam didn’t have time to answer these questions because faster than he could perceive, Echo stopped within striking distance of the vampire, snarling in disgust and rage. 

“Absolutely no.”

Sam opened his mouth to retort, “Hold on, ain’t you the one who just said that we been through this before?” If there was anything he hated more than a two faced, back-stabbing, lying bitch ass, it’s a motherfucker who goes back on his word. 

Echo pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering an ‘I don’t have time for this’ under his breath. “Look, I get it. You want to save your mate, really I do. But learning the grander plan at play would only bring you more pain.” He placed both his hands on Sam’s shoulders and gave them a comforting squeeze. “We can do this without you having to bear the weight of this knowledge. Let this be my burden to carry.”

Fuck that shit. Sam had never been the type to let someone else solve his problems, especially when it comes to his mate, and no dimension-breaking asshole imitation of his mate’s best friend is going to change that. 

“Gav- Echo,” he said hesitantly, “I wanna help you save both of our partners, and me knowin’ will just help your cause.” Sam felt the urge to get on his knees and beg, just so he can understand what the fuck is going on. “Please, I need to know.”

He let go of Sam’s shoulder and takes a step back. Echo’s face conformed into a cold fury, a far cry from the comforting tone he used a second prior. “I tried to make this as painless as possible for you, Nashira,” he spat out, with an effort to remain as calm as he could. But with every word Echo said, his composure wavered, a strained frustration creeping into his voice. “Yet you clearly, want to make things harder for yourself.” 

Sam watched as Echo’s glitches threatened to rip apart the reality they presided in. Tears appeared in the night sky and the stars were falling on the “ground” they stood on, crashing and exploding into a brilliant white light. For each star that descended from this makeshift heaven, Sam could hear Gavin’s voice from a life from long ago.

“I can be both a good man and a very bad incubus all at once.”

“You can let yourself feel everything right now, and I’ll weather this storm with you. Just like you did for me.”

“Now, there’s an idea. You know I’m a sucker for a callback.”

(Sam also noted that the sarcophagus carrying Freelancer’s body had vanished. Where to? He hadn’t the faintest clue, but something told him that even in death, Echo didn’t want his deviant to see him in this rageful state.)

His pondering was cut off with Echo’s booming and well, for lack of a better term, echoing voice. “Do you have any idea how it feels to carry millennia worth of memories that no one but I understand? How it kills me to know everything about you and your mate and Damien and Lasko and Huxley and them, but knowing all you will only exist in my life for a fraction of the time I’ve spent observing this world?”

A moment of silence passed.

Everything stopped.

Sam half expected for Echo to evaporate into non-existence. (What that meant he had no idea, but he didn’t have time to contemplate existentialism right now.) 

Instead, Echo composed himself. He waved a hand and every fallen star rose back into the sky and the reality-breaking tears stitched themselves back. “If you wish to become a stubborn, unnecessary martyr, then be my guest. But don’t you dare regret this decision later on.”

Sam couldn’t get a word in before Echo spoke once again. The room went dark again, but before he could panic about the sudden blindness, Echo spoke directly into his mind, a cacophony of every voice Sam has ever heard blanding into one harmonious tune. 

"Wish carefully, Nashira. Actions have consequences. And wishes granted have a cost."

(Glad to know Echo keeps the talks-a-lot-incubus tradition alive.)

On an unrelated note, Sam’s eyes felt heavy, like he hadn’t slept for eons. Sure he’s not known for his impeccable sleep schedule, but he’s never one to turn down the chance at some shut eye. Besides he’s had a hard life, let him lay down… And get some sleep… Maybe dream of them if he’s lucky.

(When has Samuel Collins ever been lucky?)

…

You know how when you fall asleep on a bus? Or on the train? (Or the tube as the British call it.) You don’t know when you fall asleep, and you know for a damn fact that you shouldn’t be sleeping in public where anyone can just… You’re sleeping on a train, you can fill in the rest.

That was what Sam experienced. Should he be sleeping in front of an omnipotent being that’s only one step away from a God? Absolutely no, but he did it anyway. Though on the bright side, at least he’s been blessed with a dream. 

But it's not them. 

“Samuel, I promise there’s a way to bring them back! But you have to believe me!”

“How Gavin!? How the fuck am I supposed believe when you say you’re gonna bring them back? I saw that shade fuckin’ drain ‘em! I saw the life fade from their eyes! You’re either delusional for thinkin’ you can save both of’ our partners, or your bein’ cruel for no goddamn reason.”

“Well you better believe me, because I can. But… It means watching them die over and over again until we get it right. Can you do that? Can you fall in love with them, only to know that you will only be guaranteed eternal happiness once?”

“...You do it everyday with your freelancer, don’t you? Why shouldn’t this be any different?”

“I’m not asking for me. Are you able to handle that kind of pain?”

“Lord knows I’d endure a thousand hells for them. I’ll do it in a heartbeat.”

“Alright, my dear Nashira, just remember…

…Actions have consequences. And wishes granted have a cost."

Oh right. He agreed to a deal. There was no point in wondering if he was making a deal with the devil because he bit the damned fruit long before he could even remember it.

A snapping sound slowly drags him back to consciousness, and a harsh reminder from Echo brings him back all the way. 

(Come to think of it, Sam didn’t even think he fell asleep. He just disassociated so hard that he felt his soul leave his body and relieve that past memory. Or maybe it wasn’t all in his head? Great, add time travel to the weird shit that’s happened so far.)

“Wake up, Sam,” he says with a harsh tone. If Echo had the same mannerisms, and everything tonight (or today?) proved that to be true, then Echo calling Sam ‘Sam’ and not some nickname or ‘Samuel’ or ‘Nashira’ meant that he’s pissed. Not in a ‘Freelancer not giving him affection for more than five minutes’ kind of way, but in a more ‘watching some professor antagonize Damien for being a fire elemental’ way.

Sam just hoped that perhaps Echo will have more mercy on him than the scarred professor.

(Emotionally scarred. She wasn’t worth having to deal with all the paperwork from D.U.M.P.)

“So you finally remember everything?” He may have posed it as a question, but the mocking undertone was a clear indication that he already knew that answer. It was silent for a moment, only to be broken when Echo clasped his hands together. “Well it’s always wonderful to speak to you, Nashira, but we have partners to revive, which if we’re being honest, would have been done quite earlier if someone would keep his reckless wolf alive.” 

What… No, he can’t…

Again? He had to go through that again? How on Earth did Echo expect him to go through the same love story for the thousandth time? If the definition of insanity is to do the same thing over and over and over again, then he has long gone past the deep end. He didn’t even know what possessed him to agree to this fucking deal those lifetimes ago. God damn it, he should have never bit the apple. Bringing people back? From the dead? The closest anyone has gotten to that is a vampire’s turning, but he knew his Darlin’ would rather die than give up their wolf. So he has to find a way to keep them immortal without turning them.

Cool. No pressure. When you boil it down to a simple sentence, it seems doable. 

That was before he had to watch them die a thousand times, and having to prepare himself from watching them die a thousand more.

He remembers it all now. The doomed timelines, the sinking and permanent dread that accompanied him around their death, the constant beratement from Echo whenever he failed. Given that he’s still here, talking to Echo and not enjoying immortal bliss with Darlin’ goes to show how much he has failed.

How dare Samuel Collins be so arrogant as to think as he could reverse an event so vital to the timelines he has the privilege of residing in. Does he not know his misery keeps his world spinning?

(Of course he knows why he agreed to all of this. Echo… Gavin’s voice held so much conviction, so much belief, that this plan could work. To call it a plan is giving it more credit than it deserves. It’s more of a hypothesis. However, theory can only be made fact if there is evidence behind it. At this point, it’s proving to be more fictitious everyday.)

In a meek voice, not out of fear but hesitation, Sam spoke for what seems to be the first time in a while.

“No.”

Echo halted. No, scratch that, the entire room just stopped. 

Before the stars and little clouds in the sky moved, twirling and twinkling in the false night sky.

The room seemed to forget how to breathe. Sam had to remind himself that despite his undead status, he wasn’t allowed the luxury of forgetting.

Echo scoffed, once then twice. Then he started cackling, bending over and clutching his stomach in a failed attempt to control this burst of joy. Or perhaps the absurdity of the entire situation has finally caught up to him. 

The ground cracked underneath the demon’s feet as he stomped around the room-dimension thing. “Of course, of course! I should have known that this would happen!” He muttered to himself. “Every single time we meet like this, you try to bail out because of your bullshit morals. Morals, that mind you, you only have because of them.” The stars heated up as his glare intensified. “Need I remind you how you treated Fred’s progeny?”

Sam was still living with the guilt of how he treated them and how they're relationship fell apart. 

If only he met Darlin' earlier-

“That's exactly it!” He yelled and the room shook with his fury. Did Echo just read his mind? “You’ve always based your decisions on what they would want you to do.” He scoffed, the temperature dropping as ice laced his voice. “Not that it ever stopped you before.”

Sam didn’t know if the chill down his spine came from the cold of the room or the cold hard truth his deranged friend was speaking. He was right. Sam will whine and cry about morals and standards and questions and thoughts of ‘what would Darlin’ do’, but it didn’t matter. In the end, he’d continue on with Echo’s mad experiment to save them. (Save them both.)

Bite the apple from the snake, suffer the consequences of the sin, go back to the Garden of Eden and do it all over again.

(Does that make his darlin’ the Adam in this story? Convincing him that eternal damnation wasn’t worth the pain of immortality? It wasn’t that Darlin’ didn’t wouldn’t agree with the plan. His Darlin’ was as selfless and kind as the Saints he was forced to pray towards. Death was nothing to them if it meant they could be the cause of that salvation that saves their friends. No, they’d disagree with the plan because they couldn’t bear seeing their beloved in constant, perpetual and unavoidable pain.)

(Or maybe their mercy  makes them Jesu’? A martyr destined to die over and over and over for the sins of those who have ruined them? If that’s the case, then he’s Judas, the fool who damned Jesus with a kiss.)

The demon rolled his eyes back in the dramatic fashion that he was known for. With a wicked smile and a faux concern dripping from his voice, he taunted the vampire, “Come on, Sam, we both know what you want.” Any and all anger was gone, replaced with the smug satisfaction of a man (or interdimensional magical being) who knows he’s been right in every scenario. Why, of course he is. Echo has had this same argument a thousand times over.

And he’s won every single time. 

(What can he say, he’s had a lot of practice.)

“Do I need to remind you of the times where you were the one who killed your precious mate?” He asked to continue to poke and infuriate the vampire.

Of course he didn’t need to. There have been timelines where Alexis had invoked him to kill his wolf out of petty revenge. (Let it be said that the actions of these Alexises are not indicative of the Alexis you are familiar with.) He remembers the taste of their blood when he killed them. It wasn’t of fear or disgust, it was of acceptance and peace. Like he was making love to them in their bed and not violating their body. They had always said, “If I wanted anyone to kill me, I want it to be you, since you’ll make sure I’d be loved in my final moments.” 

He wished they had hated him instead. The wild fire, the raging blizzard, within their blood hurt more than any acid in this or any world. 

Echo, satisfied with the memories that were returning to Sam, put the final nail to the coffin carrying Sam’s flimsy convictions. “You don’t want all of that pain and suffering they had to endure to go to waste, don’t you? So I ask you again, Nashira, don’t you want to have them again?”

The most infuriating part was that he was right, so fucking right. This is what Sam wants.

He wants to drag his Darlin’ from the river by the hair he loved to pull when kissing them and hold them close and keep them safe and alive for all of eternity. Wants to gently place them down on their bed and play with his hair and tell them that nothing will hurt them. His arms were the shield they desperately needed after a lifetime of fighting. To make up for all the pain he has caused them in multiple timelines and create the most perfect future possible for them, just for them. Helping Echo with his own predicament is an added benefit.

The sunk cost fallacy is a phenomenon where a person is reluctant to abandon a strategy because they’ve invested everything ounce of themselves to see it succeed. Echo and Sam were becoming too familiar with the ocean floor.

Quiet resignation and deep laughter filled the room, with the demon wiping his nonexistent tears from his eyes. “It’s always fun to break you, Nashira, but we have work to do. And this time,” his eyes darkened and the stars flickered out, leaving the two men visible, “I expect results.”

Sam nodded and an apple appeared in front of him. When he takes another bite, the cycle of pain will continue, and it will end with him. And he will end it.

He has to.

If not for his happiness, than for the happiness of the twisted demon he once called a friend. 

–

Now that the cycle restarted and Sam was sent back to the beginning, Echo remained in the room. Alone and perfectly still, like water that hasn’t been agitated.

The false memories always work. He gave himself a pat on the back for coming up with that idea after the first few cycles, when Sam was becoming resistant. 

The ‘multiple timelines’ that Sam had experienced were really just simulations that Echo created to cycle through in order to find the perfect solution. Each one contained a different ‘what if’ to reveal more information about how this world works. 

What if Alexis was a petty and jealous ex?

What if David turned on Darlin’ and let Quinn take them? 

What if they had a normal life and died of old age?

They all had a different purpose, but none of them were real enough to have any lasting consequences, but lovely Sam didn’t need to know that.

In truth, while Echo can make all the alternate universes or lifelike dreams he wants, he can only reset the prime universe, the one we know and love, only once. So he had to make absolutely, one hundred percent sure that he can manipulate the right factors to create his desired outcome. And he finally thinks he did it. After years of self-isolation and watching his friend be tortured, he finally broke the crystal.

(Whoever gets that joke has quite good taste in TV shows.)

Echo looked up at the black void and smiled. “Are you seeing this?! You said I could never and I fucking did!” Silence was his only response but he didn’t mind.

It took him much too long to learn about the secrets of turning humans into concubines, but better late than never. Considering that Darlin’ is a shifter, a human that is closer to a demon than a freelancer, it only makes sense to make them his first and successful attempt. (Mark his words, he will succeed.)

From his pocket, he held a photo in his hands. It was taken in front of the local cowboy club in Dahlia and the incubus and shifter were smiling. Happiness coursed through their veins and unbeknownst to neither, more was on the way. Echo studied how lively and youthful Darlin’ looked back then. Before Quinn had forced them to let go of themselves and the carefree nature that made them loveable. While he thanks Sam for bringing that side out of them, he was going to make sure they stay like that.

Permanently. 

He took a deep breath and braced himself. Once he saves them, he can save his beloved deviant.

He was going to see his beloved deviant again.

And he will make sure they all live happily ever after.  (But do you know what they say about those who try to alter destiny? The fates will not take kindly to anyone to change their plans and will do anything to get back on the right track. Certain events can never change, lest the universe unravels on itself. But Echo would relish that type of destruction, wouldn’t he.)

[lqfiles]

ANON WHO BROUGHT UP LUCAS THANK U I WAS ITCHING TO TALK AB HIM BUT I WAS SOOO SCARED BC i didn’t know if it was a safe space free of lumis or not…

my ig feels kinda curated to show me content of him there’s so much of his stans there compared to tiktok and the specific posts im getting is like “dreamies winning for smoothie!! …lucas in the back🥺💔” OR “dejun introducing lucas for his stage🥺🥺” SHUUTTT UPPPPP

it’s especially aggravating when there are situations in the industry that were far less impactful than his allegations the ones i’m thinking of specifically is soojin ex gidle as well as chuu have not promoted on music shows BUT WITHIN LIKE TWO MONTHS OF HIM COMING BACK HE GETS TO HAVE HIS SOLO DEBUT AND PERFORM??? and don’t even get me started on seunghan. what the fuck do you mean ot6 siren gtfo

i gave up on editing and was making shitposts on my tiktok praying for the downfall of sm ent because it seems they have a 7 member group curse DIEEE!!! (respectfully..! i lov u lee donghyuck i hope u can be free from the sm shackles in due time)

HSDJDKSKS don’t worry this is never a safe space for him and his fan i rlly do not like that guy and you’ll never catch me praising him.. anyways i got some stuff to say too but it will probably be the only time i’ll speak on it here because i don’t like giving that man attention 😶‍🌫️

bro i’m not surprised that you’re getting that stuff because when i tell you 99% of nctzens on insta are all lucas fans it actually shocked me 😭😭 i remember once commenting smth like “we don’t want him back” and i got sent death threats like OVER DOZEN???? MR CANT FIND THE BEAT?? 😭😭😭 tiktok is really 50/50 with a side that’s here for him and another side that doesn’t like him. the only platform i know where it’s mostly people disliking him is twitter but even then he got a pretty large following on there that is LOUD and ANNOYING

and you’re so right about that ITS SO CRAZY TO ME how SM just wouldn’t let go off him like they were so adamant on keeping him in the company for some reason and have been soft launching him for a good year trying to get the public to ease a bit, (the amount of concerts he’s attended to make his presence known.. you’re not slick SM) and i just don’t get what value he has to that company. he doesn’t bring the talent like he literally invented the term dozen because he dozen do anything right, he doesn’t bring the visuals, you can argue that he brings fans because he got a very huge SEA and latin (?) fan population that is veryyyy loud but even then the number of haters is much bigger, china literally hates him and korea barely tolerates him.

they didn’t hesitate to put seunghan on hiatus and are literally erasing him from the group in real time with the ot6 siren ver it’s crazyyy, all because he got his privacy invaded and did acceptable teen things? they kicked that SNSD member out for starting her own clothing brand and i’m sure they blacklisted her too, jaejoong got blacklisted too, soojin and chuu got kicked out, but the guy who has literal criminal allegations (that he basically admitted to himself) gets a whole pity sob documentary as well as rebranding as a soloist? chris lee is the biggest dick rider ever for this and it will never make sense to me😭

i honestly don’t like talking about him or mentioning him because 1. any type of publicity can be good publicity to him 2. arguing with his fans is useless and tiring because they will NOT change their mind 3. his face and existence annoys me so yeah i don’t like mentioning him because what’s the point hate-watching his content like that’s still publicity for him

but yeah if i find out any of his fans follow me i’ll literally block, even if you dont follow me and i find you’re his fan i block 💀 NOT A SAFE SPACE FOR LUMIS PLEASE LEAVE BEFORE I HAVE TO BLOCK U MYSELF 😭🙏🏽

[atlasscrumpit]

hiii !!! <33 well, i was wondering if i could request a yandere!marc and/or jake fic where maybe reader is a shy age regressor and the boys are her caregivers, pls?

hope ur doing great and thank u sm!!! i love ur blog and ur fics ofccc <33

You wrapped your arms around your body as you sobbed and rocked back and forth.

"No, no, no please." You whispered over and over as you cried.

Suddenly the door opened and you looked up in fear.

"Please, please don't." You cried out as the mna knelt down.

"Shh, it's okay. There's no need to be afraid." He said as you looked up at his face.

"I'm scared." You whispered as he sat on the floor and crossed his legs.

"I know, I know you're afraid. All of this is brand new, you don't know what will happen. But, I'm here to assure you that you won't be hurt. I saw what those awful men were doing to you and I couldn't walk away. Who were they?" He asked as you sniffled and wiped away from of your tears.

"My father's friends." You whispered as he nodded.

"What they were doing isn't right, people who care about you don't hurt you." He said as you began to cry more and nodded.

"Can I come closer?"

--

That's how it all started.

A better life.

It was a year after Moon knight had rescued you and now you lived with him.

Safe and sound.

You woke up next to Marc and stared at him.

You'd had nightmares all night, you were surprised he didn't wake up.

"Marc." You whispered gently resting your hand on his shoulder.

He slowly woke up and looked at you.

"Good morning, baby." He said as you cuddled into him.

"Everything okay?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around you.

"I had bad dreams." You whispered as Marc nodded.

He knew by the tone of your voice that you'd regressed.

"I'm sorry, baby. It's okay, you're safe with me, my sweet girl." He whispered, kissing your forehead as you nodded.

"We'll have an easy day today, pancakes for breakfast, watch some movies, do some colouring." Marc whispered making you smile a little.

"I like that idea." You whispered making him chuckle softly.

"Good girl."

[johnsbleu]

Wait omg could u write a little snippet it of like when reader was prego and she was having those hormone lash outs and john trying to be understanding but so confused one minute shes crying the next shes mad

ask and you shall receive.

under the cut is something i just whipped up real quick. might not be exactly what you wanted but i wrote it with the amount of time i had. if i had more time, i probably wouldn't have stopped until it was 10k lmao

This is not the current timeline. It's from when she was pregnant with Ronan. John's POV, 2.3k words

“Okay, you got your list?”

Y/N holds it up and smiles, tilting her head back, “Thank you for going.”

I look out the window and see the rain coming down in thick windy sheets, “No reason you need to get all wet.”

“I can think--” she puts her head down and laughs, “Never mind. I shouldn’t finish that sentence.”

“Well, I think you should.” I say, and she looks at me. I give her a quick kiss, “I’ll be back. I love you. Call me if you need anything.”

She nods her head and salutes, “You got it, Wick.”

I take one last look at her before I pull the hood up on my coat and run out to the car.

__

I got more than what she wanted, but with it raining so much, I know that neither of us will want to leave the house. It’s the perfect weather to just lounge around and watch movies, plus it’s a little on the cooler side, so there’s currently a crock-pot in the kitchen full of chili. We’re going to have a date night in and watch a movie and each some chili. I can’t wait. I love my wife’s chili recipe too.

“I’m back,” I say, looking up to see Y/N coming into the kitchen, “I got everything on your list, and then some. I got…the Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and whipped cream cheese.”

Y/N hums loudly and reaches for it as I watch her in curiosity, “I’ve been thinking about this lately. Baby girl wants some spicy food. I love Cheetos, so I thought it would be good to try this.”

I watch as she opens the cream cheese, which she specified had to be whipped, not regular, then she scoops some of it up with a Cheeto. She takes a bites and chews a few times before scooping up some more. She scrunches her face up and looks at me, still chewing.

“Well?”

“Um, not really that great. I mean, it’s good, but it’s not as great as I thought it would be.” she says, scooping up more, “I’ll still eat it though.”

I laugh as I reach in and get a few more things out that she wanted. I set the ice cream down on the counter and smile proudly, but her face falls which makes my stomach sink.

“This is the kind you always get, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” she says in a soft and quiet voice, “But it’s not the…it’s fine.”

I furrow my brow when I see her tearing up, “Baby, talk to me.”

“It’s not the kind I wanted,” she says, absentmindedly playing with the wrapper, and I stand there staring for a moment in pure confusion.

She is absolutely not the type of person to cry over the wrong ice cream. She’s the type to eat it anyway since it was bought. This isn’t the first time I’ve accidentally bought the wrong thing, but she’s never made a fuss about it.

“It’s the chocolate and peanut butter kind that you like,” I say, walking over to stand next to her, “You just wrote ice cream, so I thought--”

“Oh, right, it’s my fault! You had one job and it was to get the ice cream I wanted!” she says, then she puts her head down and cries harder, “Sorry! I’m not mad! I’m just…I’m a little sad. I didn’t want this kind.”

I place my hand on her back, “I can go back and exchange it. That’s no big deal.”

“No, it’s okay,” she says, despite the fact that she’s fully sobbing now.

She’s sobbing. Over ice cream. Surely there’s something else going on.

I don't know what to do so I just stand there like an idiot for a minute.

“I just really wanted that one brand we talked about, you know, the one that we tried.”

I furrow my brow as I look around, then it clicks, “Are you talking about when we went grocery shopping and they had samples?”

“Yeah!”

“Baby, that was over a month ago,” I say, but it just makes her cry harder. I immediately dig through the bag for the receipt and grab the carton of ice cream, “I’ll fix this. I’ll go get it for you right now.”

She shakes her head, “No, it’s okay. Really. I’m just being a baby.”

“No, you want what you want. I’ll be right back.” I kiss the top of her head and grab my keys off the table before quickly rushing back out to the car.

What my baby wants, she’s going to get.

I’m not even halfway down the street when I hear my phone ringing in my pocket. I dig it out and hold it to my ear.

“Everything okay?”

“You don’t have to go, John. It’s fine. I was just having a moment. I’m sorry.” she sniffles and laughs a little, “I’m sorry.”

I laugh, “It’s okay. I’m literally down the street from the grocery store. It’ll take me 10 minutes. I’ll be back before you know it. I’ll make sure to get the kind you want. What flavor?”

“Same flavor,” she says, and I start to laugh, “Just a different brand.”

“Okay, my love. I’ll be right back.”

I hear the smile in her voice when she says goodbye to me.

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Despite the whole ice cream debacle a few days ago, things have been good. Y/N found a piece of fabric with a color she really liked for the baby’s room, so we ran into the hardware store to get it color matched. The problem was that they don’t do that at our tiny shop in Mill Neck. We were instructed to head to the big hardware store in Oyster Bay instead, which turned out to be good because I actually needed some new bolts for a few things. With a baby in the house soon, I want to make sure not a single thing falls off the walls. All of the furniture will be anchored to the wall in her room as well.

I’m not taking any chances.

“Excuse me,” a woman says, and I look over my shoulder at her, “Do you know where I can find water pumps?”

I shake my head, “No, I’m sorry. I’m not sure where that would be. I…I don’t work here.”

She laughs, touching my bicep, “I am so sorry. I just saw the dark blue shirt and assumed. I’m so sorry.”

“No problem,” I laugh, then I look up at the hanging signs above us that say what’s in each aisle, “If I had to guess, I would say bathroom stuff would be a few aisles down.”

“Okay, thank you.” she says, then she walks away.

I turn back to continue looking through the bolts, searching the size I need.

“What was that about?” Y/N asks, and I look over at her.

“Oh, she just wanted to know where water pumps would be.”

Y/N scoffs, “Water pumps. Sure.”

“Yeah, you know those pumps you put in your basement to get out water. I assume her basement flooded with all the rain we’ve had.”

“Yeah,” she says, then she scoffs again and looks at me, “I just knew this was going to happen.”

I furrow my brow and turn to face her, “What? They can’t do the paint here either? I guess we can go to Jimmy. I’m sure he knows someone who--”

“I just knew that once I got a belly and you would immediately not be interested in me anymore. I just knew you’d start to look at other women. You probably want a divorce."

I shake my head because I am confused. I’m standing here with boxes of bolts and screws in my hands, staring at my wife, so beyond confused. I just went on a 15 minute rant this morning about how beautiful she is, and I certainly didn’t go easy on her this morning when we were intimate. She’s sexy! She’s the sexiest she’s ever been, which is saying a lot because I’m fairly positive she’s the sexiest woman on this planet and that’s not a lie. I’m insanely attracted to her. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself before and I really can’t now.

“What are you talking about?” I tilt her chin up and look into her bloodshot eyes, “Honey, I am not looking at anyone but you.”

"Yeah, for now."

I tilt her chin up again, "You were there this morning. I know you know how crazy I am about you. I love you more than anything in this world, Y/N. You know this."

Y/N sniffles and closes her eyes as tears run down her cheeks, “I’m crazy.”

“You’re not crazy,” I say, bringing her into my arms, “You’re…”

She leans back and looks at me, narrowing her eyes, “I’m what?”

Her emotions have been all over the place. I’m not an idiot. I know what’s going on. Sure, when she freaked out about the ice cream the other day, I was confused at first, but then it all clicked into place. She’s hormonal and going through a lot right now. She cried over a laundry soap commercial on TV the other day, she got furious when they got our order wrong at lunch, which I will admit made me mad too since I reiterated many times that she didn’t want shrimp--she’s allergic and pregnant. She’s feeling everything on a much more intense level. I honestly feel bad. My wife always has such a cool demeanor and she’s always just relaxed and hanging out, but this past week has been rough!

“You’re feeling a lot of things right now and you’re not sure what to do with all those emotions.” I say as gently as I can since I don’t want to upset her, “Your body is going through a lot of changes right now.”

“I’m crazy, John.”

I laugh, “You’re not crazy, peach. You’re pregnant and feeling all of these emotions at once. It’s normal.”

I assume it’s normal. I don’t really know. I remember Tess was very emotional when she was pregnant.

Y/N stands back and exhales sharply, looking up at me, “I’m not gonna scare you away, am I?”

“Hell no,” I say, and she instantly smiles, “You could never scare me away. Not sure how thrilled you’ll be, but you’re stuck with me, peach. Forever.”

“Forever? Ugh, how horrid,” she jokes, then she wraps her arms around my waist, “I promise I’m getting better.”

I laugh, “You’re only six months pregnant. We have a few more months to go, so don’t make any promises.”

“Hey!” she playfully whacks my arm, “I’m trying! Give me a break. By the way, you did this to me!”

I laugh when she gestures to her belly, “Oh, I know. I actually like the little attitude you’ve been giving lately. Well, when it’s directed elsewhere. Not when it’s directed at me.”

“I’m trying not to direct it towards you, I hope you know that.”

Nodding my head, I smile, “I do.”

Y/N smiles, then it quickly fades, “I have to pee. Right this minute!”

I watch as she waddles a little and I grab the things I need before walking up to stand in line. I look around after a few minutes and see her coming back over to me with a huge smile on her face despite her red eyes. She links her arm around mine and tilts her head back to kiss me when I lean down. We walk up when it’s our turn, and the cashier glances at Y/N and furrows her brow a little when she sees her bloodshot eyes.

“Oh,” Y/N laughs, moving back a little to smooth her sweater over her growing belly, “Pregnancy hormones. I’m crying over everything. I cried over a laundry commercial the other day. The one with the little teddy bear. The little girl lost it but her dad found him, and he was all dirty, so he…took it and washed him and gave him…back.  I can’t even talk about it without getting choked up, oh my god!”

I look at her when she puts her head down, and I wrap my arm around her shoulder to pull her close. The cashier laughs and tells Y/N she’s not alone and that she was very emotional with her first baby too.

After I pay for our things, I take the bag and wrap my arm around Y/N’s shoulder as we walk out to the car. I smile when she watches me opening the car door for her, helping her in, then I rush back to the driver’s side.

“John, I’m serious,” she says, and I look at her, “I’m not always this crazy.”

“First of all,” I turn to her and take her hands, “You’re not crazy. Do you think that because you’re showing different emotions I’m going to think you’re crazy?”

She nods, “Yeah. I mean, I know that I’m pregnant but one minute I’m crying, then the next I’m mad about something like…you didn’t fold the towels right--which by the way, were folded right. I’m just--”

“Don’t say it!” I warn her, and she slouches. “Stop talking about my wife like that.”

“You’re not a mind reader and I need to realize that. I need to be more vocal with my wants and needs,” she says as I reach for her hand, “Especially during this time. I can’t get mad at you for not doing something when I didn’t even tell you in the first place. I really am sorry.”

I reach over and touch her chin, “I love you. I love all of your moods and emotions. I love seeing my sweet wife cry over a laundry soap commercial. I love this side of you.”

“It’s a freaking mess.” she says, laughing tearfully, “But thank you for loving me. It won’t last forever.”

“And even if it did, I would still love you anyway,” I cup her face and lean over to kiss her, “When I said I would love you forever, I meant that.”

She smiles as she rests her head back, “Forever is a really long time.”

“With you, it’s not long enough.”

I hold her gaze for a few moments before we both start to laugh. I absolutely meant it but I will admit it was a bit corny. She loved it though and she knows I meant it. I start the car and reach over to pat her thigh and she smiles at me, leaning over to kiss me.

“I kinda want some ice cream now.”

Looking over at her, I start to smile when I see the smirk on her face, “Tell me exactly what brand and flavor.”

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

AAAA i also went to see AOTV today!!! What did u think of it ? (Love your vibe btw 💕💕)

i LOVED IT!!! where to begin??? it exceeded my expectations (and typical to me i didn't have insane specific ones anyway but).

i cried within the first ten minutes, so hit in the chest by the last 1d performance bts footage... the boys looking at him like shit louis is having a hard time fuck error what do we do. hélène being his tour mom, just the exact same way they interact still to this day was just so !!! and ofc the family history, the way it was put into perspective by them. the way they talk about dealing with it all, moving on... but the grandpa....... and we know how louis struggled to find his voice after 1d but this just showed it in such detail and with nuance, and how the blow after blow was literally every fucking year. and he doesn't feel sorry for himself as much as is warranted, as always, and it again shows how strong he is and how his family and friends recognize that. bc he is and always has been this person who makes other ppl's lives better, whether it's helping his mom/being her best friend, protecting his sisters, taking his friends and band mates along for the full ride of tour life..... so i'm just always so fucking happy to see he is surrounded by ppl who return the favor and make him happy. the band and oli and everyone. they're just great. and how he describes his role in 1d as well. "if i can't sing, then what can i do for this band?" and obvs the doc didn't mention this, but thanks to his writing credits he completely changed the course of the band. but before that, even, he formed the entire dynamic 1d had. which he now shows with his solo career. he's down to earth, accessible (as far as a celeb musician can be), and he has a firm hand in what his image and the music he puts out are. and that's how he attracted the part of the 1d fanbase that came for the personality and good times.

i am always impressed by louis, and none of this is a huge shock or surprise or brand new information, but i still managed to be fucking impressed yk?! the power

and the experience of being there in the cinema with two of my closest mutuals i love to fuck around with @bluewinnerangel @swimmingleo like reacting with lil shrieks trying not to bother the others and nudging each other every time something remotely moldy or even simply funny happened. quietly sobbing in unison. melting off our chairs by the end. yeah 10/10 would do again in a heartbeat when is the next doc coming out

[da-proti-toku-grem]

*violently jumping up N down at an alarming speed N almost crashes into the ceiling* MACAAAA I HAVE AN IDEA!! X33, soo since the Jance! lazy morning fic was mildly successful (was fr sobbing into my plushies at everyone’s reblogs,urs N Jay’s *defiantly* made me cry the most tho/pos😭🫶💕)..what if I brought back the magical girl! AU N started writing lil one shots or drabbels 4 it :3 ?? U were one of the first blogs I showed the AU 2 N seeing how excited U were 4 the Damon! magical girl moodboard 2 come out reminded me that this AU was just another idea that never got its happy ending buttt maybe I could finally give it the treatment it deserves if my motivation doesn’t f4 off half way through 🥲🥲☠️ (the amount of ideas I’ve had 4 this AU would be the as long as a 30 chapter fic atp :’33) I’ll probably send ya a few snippets here N there + be the first 2 know when they get released N since my brand is mostly fluff,crake + the occasional smut that’s probably what most fics will be genre rise *BUT* angst is smh I definitely wanna explore with how much potential there is 4 it in an AU like this ☺️☺️,this is probably gonna be another long ask since I can’t pretty carried away rambling about this sorta thing but that’s all rlly,luv ya Maca N have some Nace photos 4 the road! <33333

I'd LOVE to read the magical girls AU if you write it!!!!! Tbh I don't really know much about magical girls in general, but just with all the little stories you wrote with each moodboard it seemed like it would be so interesting to read :3

Honestly whether you decide to write it as different one shots inside the same universe or make it a multi-chapter fic, I think it will be nice either way. I'd love to see how the little stories come together <3

Oh and thank you for the Nachos they're highly appreciated ☺💗

[tojisun]

LAST ONE SORRY BUT WHAT THE FUCKKDJDJD

THIS ONE AS A FINISHER? NO YEA BC IT FINISHED ME FR

MY GOD HE IS SO LANA CODED!!! WHEN LANA SINGS ABOUT DADDY ISSUES AND OLD MEN, SHE MEANS HIM IM SURE‼️‼️

liked, bookmarked, and downloaded because i need this. i need him. how do i laser brand this onto my forehead rn???

im like shaking heaving sobbing. he makes me soooooooooo smooth brained i cant explain it but im using my nonexistent telepathic abilities in hopes u get my vibe

like AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH the way he did that slow walk, arms spread out???? so fuckin cunty slutty. served!!! HOW MANY LETTERS IN DEVOURED? ATE

me waiting for capn john mf price to come home bc the kids miss him:

thank u so much ani for these edits my goddd got me gigglin out loud. my mushy brain cant wait to rewatch all these hhhhhnnnnn MWAH MWAH MWAH I LOVE U SO MUCH ‼️‼️‼️‼️