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WOW long time no post.

First off; sorry I’ve abandoned this account for the last month or so. This is literally the first time I’ve logged into it in the last month because for a while just the thought of being on here was stressing me out so much. But like wow a massive thank you to those who has still followed, like/rb my stuff while I’ve been gone.

I’ve been having such a hard time trying to write and get inspired to write about Må lately, I don’t know if it was just general writers block or something else life wise was affecting me. But I just literally couldn’t write. Also I don’t think the drama and how messy the fandom has been lately helped. I’m so sorry I have left people waiting on their request and blurbs. I never wanted to start this and then not deliver what I promised.

But!!!

I think I’m slowly starting to get out of this funk, so if you can bare with me just a bit longer I think I’m going to be good to go again. I went to write up a blurb the other day and was so inspired it’s turned into a full story, so now I’m stuck on whether I should turn this blurb request into a full story or not (I don’t know if that’s fair to others who will only get 800 words for their request?? Let me know please.)

So I hope to see you all again soon, ready to write again!!

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15 with damia fluffy please.

Happy Birthday, Damiano!

15: “Maybe if you weren’t so drunk.” Warnings: Drinking, fluff. Probably bad writing bc I still have writers block sorry.

It was Damiano’s 23rd birthday, and you anxiously hoped the day would go how you’d planned it. You let him sleep through the morning, finally having him back home from tour and free from any obligations, so you decided to let him get some much-needed rest.

You stayed cuddled up by his side for hours that morning, dosing off slightly in his arms and just taking in his peaceful presence while he slept next to you. Getting up quickly and quietly to go make him coffee and breakfast before he could wake up.

Returning to the bedroom with a fresh cup of coffee in one hand and a plate with a pile of pancakes in the other. Birthday pancakes were a tradition with the two of you. Putting the plate and mug down on the bedside table before sitting in the bed next to him and placing soft kisses on his face.

“Wake up birthday boy!” You whispered playfully as you peppered kisses across his cheeks.

You kept him distracted throughout the afternoon, taking him out for lunch and spoiling him with shopping, while back at home friends were sneaking in and setting up for the party you had planned for that night.

“Should we head back home soon?” He asked, “Don’t we have dinner at 6?”

“Not yet!” You told him, knowing you still needed to keep him out a bit longer but your white lie of having dinner reservations threatened to ruin it. “I just want to get you one more thing!”

“You have spoiled me enough to last for my next 5 birthdays.” He laughed.

“And I want to spoil you some more.” You smiled at him. Taking his hand and entering the store.

You walked up to your front door with your hands full of shopping bags, using this as a way to make sure he was the one to open the door and walk in first. Upon doing so your friends called out ‘happy birthday’ as he did. Balloons were scattered around some stuck up on the walls, others simply on the floor. Streamers hung up, even a sign up reading happy birthday, all the typical party decorations.

Food was shared, along with the supply of drinks. Music played in the background as everyone talked and ate while celebrating Damiano. As the night went on everyone started to let loose once the alcohol entered their systems, causing a chaos of singing and dancing around the living.

You sat back and watched your boyfriend interact with his friends. Laughing as he watched Thomas moved to the beat of the music, well out of beat that was, you couldn’t understand how someone could be so out of time dancing around as he does. Victoria filmed everyone and everything and uploaded it to her Instagram story, you were sure all the short videos would be a blur of drunken bodies and music so loud it would make them inaudible anyway.

The night was slowly coming to an end, one by one friends started leaving, saying their goodbyes and final birthday wishes as they did. You watched Damiano as he said goodbye to Thomas, holding his beer in one hand, and his other holding the door for support in his now quite tipsy stature. He shut the door after another ‘goodbye’ and made his way back over to join you on the sofa.

“Have a good night, birthday boy?” You asked with a smile, taking the last sip of the rich red wine in your glass.

“Amazing!” He gleamed drunkenly. “You didn’t have to do all this you know.”

“I wanted to, I wanted to spend the day celebrating you.” You told him.

“I would have never guessed there was a surprise party waiting for me today.” He laughed.

“Yeah well, it was surprisingly easy to plan a party for Mr. ‘I hate parties’ believe it or not, and you seemed to have enjoyed it so maybe it's time to change that tattoo.” You laughed.

“Still hate parties, but love the ones you throw.” He said cheekily as he stood back up, his body swaying slightly with each drunken step. He changed the song that was still playing and walked back into your direction, the slower softer tune beginning to fill the room.

He stopped in front of you and held his hand out in front of you. Raising a brow you looked at him for a second before taking his hand and standing up.

“I didn’t get a chance to dance with you tonight.” He said

“That’s fine, you were busy with everyone else.” You told him.

“Well, I’m making up for it.” He grabbed you gently and pulled you closer to him, resting his arms on your waist, as yours made their way up to the back of his neck as the two of you slowly started swaying along to the music.

“I love you.” He spoke softly. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his as you looked deeply into the pools of chocolate brown. “Thank you for tonight, for the whole day!”

“You’re very welcome.” You smiled and lent up to kiss him. His right hand moved up and over your body before resting gently on your cheek as the kiss broke. His thumb smoothing back and forth over your skin, his eyes getting lost in yours as he opened his mouth to speak.

“You’re too good for me.” He whispered. You left out a small laugh.

“That’s not true at all.” You said with a shake of your head.

“You are.” He protested. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.” He lent down and connected his lips to yours again. “What would you do if I said we should get married.” Your brows raised in slight shock at his question.

“Is this a proposal?” You asked, not taking him too seriously in his drunken state, but still curious as to where this was going.

“I dunno, maybe. It could be, yeah- what do you say?”

“Maybe if you weren’t so drunk.” You laughed.

“I’m serious.” He said with a slight whine.

“Ask me tomorrow when you’re sober, birthday boy.” You said kissing him once more.

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[tillyouscreamandcry]

Please dont feel stressed or pressured to get fics and blurbs out to us, especially if you aren’t feeling it or are experiencing writers block. You work is amazing and we can wait! Take care of you!

Thank you 🥺😭😭💘

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Hi when will the next blurb be out.

Hey.

Sadly I’m not sure. I’m struggling so hard with writers block right now. I’ve started like 3 different blurbs but I’m just so stuck with continuing them and coming up with ideas to finish them. I’m trying but I also don’t want to force them and for them to be horrible. So I’m not sure right now. I’d like to hope for the weekend like I had planned, but I’m not promising that it will be. Sorry 😢

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21 you are fwb with damia and one of you catches feelings. You can choose if it’s happy or sad ending.

21: “Well… I never thought we’d end up here.” Warnings: Smut, not overly descriptive but still NSFW (also my first time writing it so go easy sorry if it sucks lmaooo)

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It had been a common occurrence between you and Damiano, starting after a drunken night out with your mutual friend group and had become almost routine for the last 3 months. You really did think it was just a stupid one night stand, both laughing it off the next morning as a drunken antic, never to happen again as you didn’t want to make it awkward between you or your friends in any way. But that quickly went out the window when it happened again, and again, and again, calling upon one another to help relieve your respective stresses of the day.

Which leads us here, now, with his mouth on you as he plants hot wet kiss across your jaw and down your neck as you let out a breathy moan, trying not to be too loud as it was 1 am and your apartment walls were, unfortunately, thinner than you’d liked them to be. Nothing was ultimately the matter when he had texted you earlier, he was simply bored and wondered what you were doing, so you invited him over and as always after some casual conversation, his lips were on yours.

Letting out yet another moan as his hands moved up your body pulling your shirt up with them, you broke away from him momentarily and you removed the fabric from your body, quickly doing the same to him before pulling him back down close to you again.

“Someone is eager tonight.” He said in between kisses.

“And that’s a bad thing?” You questioned, arching your back off your mattress so his hand could work away at the clasp of your bra, finally undoing it he pull the lacy fabric off of you, quickly to discard it to the floor followed very soon by both sets of pants and underwear.

“Never a bad thing.” He smirked before finally thrusting into you, more moans leaving your lips as he did, your arms moving around him, your nails began scratching up his back as he started moving at a steady pace.

His moans filled the air as he felt you scratching at him, this was definitely not going to be first, nor the last time he’d with have to keep his back covered or try to explain the red marks that stood out against the contrast of his tattoos, but he didn’t care. Just as you didn’t care to cover or explain the love bites he’d become accustomed to leaving on your neck, collarbones or anywhere else he pleased. You both didn’t mind having these marks from each other on you.

“Dami, faster.” You said almost short of breath. “Harder.”

The way he made you feel was so much different than any former partner or fling could ever make you feel. The way he would worship your body, taking pride in making sure you got off before himself, sometimes pleasing you without even expecting anything in return- which was a surprise as you’d been with far too many guys who expected you to pleasure them but never offering the same in return.

His touch felt like fire on your body as he would squeeze slightly at your neck, hold your hips or simply just run his hands up and down your curves. The way he’d bite at your lips, neck, nipples and thighs leaving you feeling so much pleasure from the pain.

The same could easily be said for him. The way your body fit so well into him drove him mad. The way your eyes would roll back while you were moaning his name underneath him was a sight he’d wish he would be able to see for the rest of his life, partly in an egotistical way because he loved the fact that it was him that was able to do that to you and no one else.

Speaking of your eyes, the way you would look up at him so innocently through your lashes when going down on him would forever be burnt into his memory. The way your lips felt around him, the feeling of your silky smooth hair that he’d thread his fingers through and pull on. You truly send him over the edge in a way no one else could.

“God I’m so close.” He grunted out, his body was now coated in a thin layer of sweat, yours matching his.

“Fuck, me too. Keep going, don’t stop!” You told him, your legs wrapped around his waist holding him closer and driving him deeper.

Fireworks. That’s the best way you could describe it. He always made you feel like fireworks were going off all over your body as he made you cum. Legs shaking, eyes tightening shut before opening with heavy eyelids. Mouth parted, calling out his name before biting down on your lip, but that all stopped when he opened his mouth.

“Fuck, I love you.” He muttered as he came. Your eyes widened after hearing what had slipped out.

It felt like time had stopped. Not sure what to say or how to react to that. Did he mean it? Was it just said in the heat of the moment? Do you even bother to bring it up? The sound of his lighter flicking and the smell of his cigarette snapped you out of your thoughts.

You sat up, holding the sheet to your chest, feeling awkward at the thought of him seeing you naked now. You looked over your shoulder at him, eyes shut as he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and blew the smoke out soon after.

“So, umm…” you started, unsure of what to say or how to act.

“I know.” He said, inhaling the last of his cigarette before putting it out in a mug that he’d use as an ashtray every time he’d come over. It had a permanent spot on your right bedside table at this point. “It slipped out. Heat of the moment.”

You nodded your head slightly, eyebrows furrowing together as you watched him. He finally made eye contact with you, his deep brown eyes connected with yours.

“Did, um, did you mean it or?” God this felt awkward. Not at all how you’d expect this night to end.

His face looked emotionless. Not sure if that was because he was trying to hide what he was feeling or because he truly didn’t actually feel anything, and if that was the case you felt like an idiot for bringing it up when you should have just ignored it.

“How would you feel if I say I meant it?” He asked, his usual confident, boastful self now looking bashful, a side of him he wouldn’t normally show anyone.

You moved closer to him, your hand taking his, eyes locking again, and a small smile appearing on your lips.

“I’d say I feel the same.”

“Really?” He asked shocked by your confession now.

“Yeah…” Your heart was beating against your chest finally telling him that. The love that you had felt after the first month of hooking up with him, but suppressed as feelings weren’t part of the deal when you two had started this. “I love you, Dami.”

He pulled you against him, his lips meeting yours. Now, this kiss was different. Not rushed, not desperate, not like any kiss you had shared in the last 3 months. You could feel the love and the passion behind this as his hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing back and forth against your cheek.

“Well… I never thought we’d end up here.” You laughed. “God how many movies and books have been made about this very situation. Acquaintances turned friends with benefits, turned lovers. How very cliché of us .”

“Yeah well, I’m glad ours took this turn.” He told you with a smile. “There isn’t anyone I’d rather be a living, breathing cliché with more than you.”

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So the blurbs are mean to be between 800-1000 words. This new one is 3k. Help ahhaha. I’m gonna have to cut so much out and I’m sad about it.

Also since it’s Christmas and new year’s over the next two weeks, instead of posting Saturday/Sunday like I normally do. This new blurb will be posted this Wednesday ( 22nd). I will be away on holiday for New Years too so there might not be anything until the 8th if that’s the case, but we’ll see.

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I requested the Thomas blurb. I’ve been having a bad weekend and I love it. It’s made me so happy! Thank you so so much!

Awww. I’m so sorry your weekend has been bad but I’m glad I’ve made you happy. You’re welcome 🥰

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Wait the thom fic.. is that actually how you play mammamia?

Yes! It’s the tab I used to learn the opening riff haha! So if you play guitar, go forth and learn it as well!

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Number one with Thomas as your bf. Something cute and playful please.

1: “I dare you to say that again.” Warnings: Just a bunch of fluff.

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You watched as your boyfriend stood there in front of you, mouth slightly open in, eyes widened in shock to what you said to him just seconds ago.

“What?” Thomas gasped loudly.

“You heard me.” You smirked up at him from your spot on the couch.

“No, no seriously, what?” He urged you.

“Are you sure you want me to repeat myself? I wouldn’t want to embarrass you.” You teased. You were having way too much fun with this.

“I dare you to say that again.” He said with a serious look on his face. Still not believing what you had told him.

“What I said was..” you placed your hand on your chest as you dramatically cleared your throat “I’m clearly a better guitarist than you are.” You said nonchalantly with a smile across your face. He just stared back at you blankly for a moment before walking off to the bedroom, returning a few seconds later with one of his electric guitars in hand.

“Okay then, prove it.” He said as he sat next to you, handing you the instrument. “Play me something, Piccola.” You took the guitar from him before holding it on your lap, position your fingers on the fretboard.

“You sure? Again, I don’t want to embarrass you, mister world-famous rock guitarist.” You teased.

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t.” He teased back.

“Okay fine, it’s just your career I’m about to end here, then I’ll be Måneskin’s new guitarist, finally bringing another girl into the band.” He playfully rolled his eyes at that.

Thomas handed you the pick, you took it from him holding it in between the fingers of your right hand. You pressed your fingers of your left hand onto the strings, holding them down as you began to strum. The opening riff of Deep Purples ‘Smoke on the Water’ started to fill the room, albeit as a painfully slow and slightly out of tune version of ‘Smoke of the Water.’ He had taught you to play this back when you had first started dating, as it was a simple beginners riff that anyone could learn to play.

You moved your fingers up and down the neck of the guitar, moving your head back and forth to look between the hand that was plucking and the hand that was moving fret to fret. Your tongue slightly poking out between your lips, as it’s somehow helped you concentrate better. Once you had repeated it a few times over you stopped and smiled up at your boyfriend.

“Wow, yeah, my career is done for.” He said sarcastically with a laugh.

“Excuse you, I nailed that!” You gasped. “You better watch out because pretty soon you’re going to be the opening act for me and my band.” You told him.

“Oh, and who is your band?” He questioned.

“We are called Chiaro di luna, it’s Italian for moonlight.” You said with the biggest smirk on your face.

“Oh my god, give me that.” Thomas laughed as he took the guitar off of you, positioning it in his lap now as he started to play. His fingers plucked away at the strings, no need for the tiny piece of plastic to help him. His other hands quickly and effortlessly moved up and down the neck of the guitar, his eyes shut and head bobbing away slightly to the music he was playing. His head turned to face you and his eyes opened. His brown eyes looked into yours as he continued to play.

“Show off!” You mumbled as you crossed your arms pretending to sulk. He laughed and brought his attention back to the instrument, eyes now looking down at the strings.

A small smirk grew across your face as you moved closer to him, and while he wasn’t paying attention started placing small kisses across his jaw, slowly moving down his neck. You kept doing so until you heard him play the wrong chord resulting in an out of tune twang to vibrate out of the guitar.

“Cheater!” He said turning to look at you “That is not fair at all.”

“Aww did I distract you? So sorry about that.” You said as you grabbed the guitar for him again. “Can you actually teach me something? Show me how to play mammamia.” You asked excitedly.

“Why, so you can take my spot?” He questioned with a brow raised.

“Duh! Exactly!” You told him.

“Okay fine. E4, A6, E4, A6, A7 then back to A6. Three A7s. Then for bar three, we go down to D6, A7, D6, A7, then a D7 before finally finishing with D6 and three more D6’s at the end.” He said casually with a slight shrug. You looked at him, eyebrows knitted together, utter confusion across your face.

“Was.. was that even English?” You asked, literally not understanding a single thing that he just told you. “E4? E4 what? Where is E4 on his thing?” Looking down at the neck examining it for small numbers or letters.

“And here you are trying to take over my spot in my band and you can’t even understand some tab. Aw, Piccola, what are we going to do with you.” He leaned forward and kissed you as you pouted at him. “It’s okay, I’ll still consider letting Chiaro di luna open for us on tour one night.” He smirked.

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[tillyouscreamandcry]

Not you writing a blurb with Dami pretending to tattoo his chest then like 3 days later he has a new chest tattoo

So glad I could help manifest this 🥰

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hi! Previous anon here!, that asked about a happy ending. I was talking about the angst break up where reader is at a party and runs into damiano.

I’ll add it onto my list and I’ll see what I can come up with! ☺️

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Hi, if you have time, can you write an alternative ending to that angst you wrote with damiano cause I hate sad endings. If you want to though, no pressure!

Sorry I’m just seeing this. What Dami angst are you talking about as I have a few? I’m not going to promise that I will but I miiiiiight do a continuation of a blurb if people are interested in that.

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Loved the new blurb with Kat Von Damiano and his tattoo gun that we all have a love/hate relationship with 😂😂

KAT VON DAMIANO HDJFKFOLSMF BYE 😂😂😂

Look I can’t judge the man too much over his tattoo gun because I own a stick n poke kit and tattoo myself hahaha. So I understand his chaotic self tattoo energy there. But thank you, glad you liked it 🥰

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#14 with whichever member or members you think it would apply to most! The prompt made me giggle and I could imagine saying it to any one of them! 😂

14: “I really can’t leave you alone for 5 minutes can I?” Warnings: Damiano being, well, Damiano lol. Fluff.

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You opened the door to your apartment and walked back inside, you had quickly run out to grab a few things for your date night tonight. You and Damiano decided to stay in tonight and make a meal together instead of going out as you’d normally do. You made your way over to the kitchen with the bags of groceries and placed them on the counter, ready to unpack them when you heard a noise. Stopping what you were doing and holding completely still so you could focus on the sound and where it was coming from.

A high pitched buzz was ever so slightly echoing from your bedroom. Your brows knitted together as you were confused about what was happening in there, so you left the kitchen and walked down the hall to the bedroom door. It was shut but the closer you were to it definitely confirmed that the sound was coming from behind the piece of wood. You moved your hand to the door handle and opened it. Your eyes are widened at the sight before you.

“I really can’t leave you alone for 5 minutes can I?” You called from the doorway over to Damiano, who was sitting on the bed with his godforsaken tattoo gun in hand, adding yet another new piece of ink to his collection.

That thing had been the bane of your existence since he bought it. All the random tattoos he had done to himself out of pure boredom or just because he thought it was funny. He had even managed to talk poor Thomas into letting him do it to him too, and you aren’t even going to get into the countless times he tried to talk you into it, but as always your answer was always a firm ‘no’.

“You went out, I got bored.” He told you before dipping the needle of the gun into the ink and tracing over the stencil on his leg.

“I was gone for 5 minutes, 10 max, you could have turned the tv on like a normal person!” You told him with a slight laugh at the situation happening in front of you. “What are you even tattooing onto yourself now?” You went to walk closer to see but he raise a hand stopping you.

“No, you can’t look until it’s done.” He told you sternly. You stopped just short of the bed, not being able to see what was being tattooed.

“Aren’t you sick of giving yourself home done tattoos yet?”

“Nope.” He replied simply, all of his focus going towards the, well, whatever it was he was doing on his leg. You rolled your eyes and shook your head at his response.

“Well Kat Von D I’m starting dinner and would love it if you joined me.” You sang out as you walked out of the room.

10 minutes later you were standing by the stove, a glass of wine in one hand, spoon in the other as you stirred the contents of the pan. You heard footsteps behind you so you turned to see your boyfriend standing there with a cheeky grin on his face. You turned down the heat of the stove and placed the spoon down.

“Show me what you did.” You said as if he was a child that had done something bad, which to be fair, this could easily be compared to that in your opinion.

“I love you.” He told you.

“Oh god it’s bad isn’t it?” You placed your wine glass down on the counter before walking towards him, preparing for the worst.

You looked down at his leg, spotting the new art down on his ankle. Looking closer you saw it was a simple heart with your initials in the centre. It wasn’t terribly done like you had expected, the heart was obviously a freehanded one tho as it wasn’t perfectly symmetrical, but you actually thought that made it more meaningful. It was his drawing of a heart, not some generic google image. A smile slowly started to appear on your lips as you looked at it.

“Did you think that if you dedicated a tattoo to me I wouldn’t be as mad that you did it yourself?”

“Maybe, something like that.” He laughed “but also I just love you and hate leaving you, so now I have you with me wherever I go.” You smiled at that. This man has a way with words, even if he was just trying to butter you up and not make you mad over his continuous self tattooing. You leaned closer to him, pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss.

“I love you. I love it.” You told him.

“I’m glad.” He smiled “Now here’s the real one I did.” He said as he started to lift his shirt. Your eyes widened, almost threatening to pop out of your head.

“Damiano, I swear to god!”

“I’m joking.” he laughed dropping the hem of his shirt down before pulling you into a hug.

Hours later, you both sat on the couch in each other’s arms, some movie played away on the tv, you had lost interest in it tho as you found yourself looking down at Damiano’s new tattoo.

“I have an idea.” You spoke up.

“Hmm, what’s that?” He asked, eyes still on the screen.

“Tattoo me.” You told him, causing him to quickly turn and look at you.

“What?!”

“You heard me.” You sat up out of his arms sitting cross-legged and facing him. “Give me a tattoo.”

“How much wine have you drunk?” He questioned you, completely taken back by what you are asking him.

“Come on you have been begging me to let you do it since you got the damn thing.” You told him.

“Yeah but that’s partly because I knew you’d never actually say yes.” He said back, still in shock of what you asked.

“Well, that backfired for you then because I’m saying yes. Do it!” You grinned.

You laid there with your eyes squeezed shut, teeth biting down into your lip as you felt the needle burn over your skin.

“One more line.” He told you “aaand you’re done.” You felt him wipe over the area on your ribs that he had been working on, cleaning off the excess ink.

Sitting up you looked down at your side see the small heart with his initials inside it. Matching the one he gave himself earlier. You smiled happily down at it. It wasn’t bad, luckily for you, he had been doing them on himself enough that he had a pretty steady hand now.

“I love it.” You told him.

“I can’t believe you actually let me do that on you.”

“Matching couples tattoos are normally bad luck aren’t they?” You asked him.

“Well yeah, kind of. I mean people do it and then break up after, leading them to regret the tattoo.”

“Cool can’t wait until we break up in like two weeks now.” You joked. He rolled his eyes and laughed.

“I’d never allow it. Sorry. You’re marked as mine now.” He told you with a kiss.

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Vic and promt two please GIVE ME ALL THE ANGST

2: “When did you stop loving me?" Warnings: Angst.

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“When did you stop loving me?" You asked, heartbreaking as the words left your mouth. Her saying ‘I don’t love you anymore’ echoed in your head.

Victoria didn’t know what to say, because she wasn’t really sure. Could it have been when she was on tour? Possibly somewhere between Los Angeles and New York when she realised, or maybe it was before that when she was in Paris? No matter where it was tho, it hurt her that she did. She looked at her girlfriend who was sitting across from her, well potential ex-girlfriend now she guessed.

It had been a rough last few days for the pair. Both had been in bad moods caused by the bickering that had been happening between them which, in turn, lead to bigger arguments and fights, that then lead to Victoria’s confession moments ago of her falling out of love with you.

“I know the last day or two hasn’t been good between us, but I just don’t understand how that could have made you hate me?” You questioned.

“I don’t hate you.” She answered immediately “I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

“So you just don’t love me anymore then.” You said lowering your head, focusing on the floorboards. “I’d prefer you to hate me over not loving me.” You whispered

“Look, I shouldn’t have said that. It just slipped out, we have been fighting and I didn’t necessarily mean it.”

“You can’t tell me you stopped loving me Vic and then backtrack and say you don’t mean it.” You told her, looking back over to the other side of the room where she stood. “You either love me or you don’t, there’s no ‘necessarily’ about it.”

“I… I don’t know.” The blonde ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. “You’re right the last few days haven’t been good, and I hate fighting with you but everything lately just leads to that, and it sucks and I can’t stand it but clearly there is an issue with us.”

“Then let’s talk, let’s figure this out because I do love you, and I can say that confidently and honestly. I love you, Vic, so much. I don’t want to give up on us.” You told her making your way over to her. You stopped a few feet in front of her and watched her.

She bit her lip as her eyes met yours. You could see she was exhausted, her baby blue eyes were normally so full of light and life, but now they looked almost lifeless. You figured it was from how much travelling she had been doing but you also knew it’s because she had hardly slept the night before.

You woke up earlier hours of the morning when you felt her get up from beside you, vaguely making out her body as she walked across the bedroom in the dark over to the door. At first, you just thought she was getting herself a drink or going to the bathroom, but you realised that wasn’t the case as you lay there for almost an hour waiting for her to come back.

Wondering what had happened to her, you quietly got up and tiptoed over to the bedroom door, opening it quietly and looking out. Your eyes landed on the top of her head as she laid on the couch, her phone in hand which she must have fallen asleep holding onto, and chili cuddled up in her arms.

You slowly and quietly walked over towards her, doing your best to not make a sound and wake her. You looked down at her as she slept, her mouth parted slightly, your shirt was covering her body. You always loved how she looked in your clothes. You reached across and grabbed the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch and unfolded it before covering her with it.

Taking her phone out of her hand and placing it down on the table, and just as you went to walk off it buzzed. You wouldn’t have normally cared to look but you were curious as to who could be trying to contact her at this time of night. You looked down at the screen and saw it was her sister, your eyes quickly scanning over the message.

‘Maybe you should call it quits then.’

You remember being confused at that when hopping back into bed, but in retrospect, it now made sense. Calling it quits with you, on your relationship. And now with her saying she no longer loved you, you knew that this is where it was going to end up.

“I think we need some time apart.” She finally spoke, making you focus back on the situation at hand.

“For how long?” You asked. You didn’t want any time apart. You had enough of that when she left you to go on tour, and now that she was finally back she wanted to create more distance between you.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged.

“A day? A week?…Forever?” You asked her, silently hoping it was none of those options.

“We just aren’t good for each other right now.”

“That’s not an answer Vic!” You said frustratedly. “You can’t tell me you fell out of love with me, that there are issues with us and then just walk out the door when I want to fix whatever is causing this. When I’m trying to figure out and understand why you are feeling this way.” You felt like crying. Like crawling into bed and crying your eyes out under the covers. “If I did something I’m sorry. I love you.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” She told you “I think that being apart so much lately has just made me realise things. It’s made me see things differently. I’ll always have love for you, you’ll always have a place in my heart but, but I don’t want to keep stringing you along if I’m not feeling the same way anymore.” She grabbed your hand and held it tightly in hers. “You deserve to be happy with someone who loves you as much as you love them, and I’m sorry I can’t give you that.” An uncomfortable silence filled the room.

“We aren’t taking a break, are we? This is ending, isn’t it?” You asked.

“Yeah, yeah I think it is.” She told you.

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[tillyouscreamandcry]

no omfg whoever is requesting these angsty blurbs needs to stop ASAP !!!!!! my poor heart 💔

Get some tissues then because majority of the blurb requests are for angst.

But honestly I feel you because it kills me writing it too sometimes 😂

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Vic and promt two please GIVE ME ALL THE ANGST

2: “When did you stop loving me?" Warnings: Angst.

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“When did you stop loving me?" You asked, heartbreaking as the words left your mouth. Her saying ‘I don’t love you anymore’ echoed in your head.

Victoria didn’t know what to say, because she wasn’t really sure. Could it have been when she was on tour? Possibly somewhere between Los Angeles and New York when she realised, or maybe it was before that when she was in Paris? No matter where it was tho, it hurt her that she did. She looked at her girlfriend who was sitting across from her, well potential ex-girlfriend now she guessed.

It had been a rough last few days for the pair. Both had been in bad moods caused by the bickering that had been happening between them which, in turn, lead to bigger arguments and fights, that then lead to Victoria’s confession moments ago of her falling out of love with you.

“I know the last day or two hasn’t been good between us, but I just don’t understand how that could have made you hate me?” You questioned.

“I don’t hate you.” She answered immediately “I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

“So you just don’t love me anymore then.” You said lowering your head, focusing on the floorboards. “I’d prefer you to hate me over not loving me.” You whispered

“Look, I shouldn’t have said that. It just slipped out, we have been fighting and I didn’t necessarily mean it.”

“You can’t tell me you stopped loving me Vic and then backtrack and say you don’t mean it.” You told her, looking back over to the other side of the room where she stood. “You either love me or you don’t, there’s no ‘necessarily’ about it.”

“I… I don’t know.” The blonde ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. “You’re right the last few days haven’t been good, and I hate fighting with you but everything lately just leads to that, and it sucks and I can’t stand it but clearly there is an issue with us.”

“Then let’s talk, let’s figure this out because I do love you, and I can say that confidently and honestly. I love you, Vic, so much. I don’t want to give up on us.” You told her making your way over to her. You stopped a few feet in front of her and watched her.

She bit her lip as her eyes met yours. You could see she was exhausted, her baby blue eyes were normally so full of light and life, but now they looked almost lifeless. You figured it was from how much travelling she had been doing but you also knew it’s because she had hardly slept the night before.

You woke up earlier hours of the morning when you felt her get up from beside you, vaguely making out her body as she walked across the bedroom in the dark over to the door. At first, you just thought she was getting herself a drink or going to the bathroom, but you realised that wasn’t the case as you lay there for almost an hour waiting for her to come back.

Wondering what had happened to her, you quietly got up and tiptoed over to the bedroom door, opening it quietly and looking out. Your eyes landed on the top of her head as she laid on the couch, her phone in hand which she must have fallen asleep holding onto, and chili cuddled up in her arms.

You slowly and quietly walked over towards her, doing your best to not make a sound and wake her. You looked down at her as she slept, her mouth parted slightly, your shirt was covering her body. You always loved how she looked in your clothes. You reached across and grabbed the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch and unfolded it before covering her with it.

Taking her phone out of her hand and placing it down on the table, and just as you went to walk off it buzzed. You wouldn’t have normally cared to look but you were curious as to who could be trying to contact her at this time of night. You looked down at the screen and saw it was her sister, your eyes quickly scanning over the message.

‘Maybe you should call it quits then.’

You remember being confused at that when hopping back into bed, but in retrospect, it now made sense. Calling it quits with you, on your relationship. And now with her saying she no longer loved you, you knew that this is where it was going to end up.

“I think we need some time apart.” She finally spoke, making you focus back on the situation at hand.

“For how long?” You asked. You didn’t want any time apart. You had enough of that when she left you to go on tour, and now that she was finally back she wanted to create more distance between you.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged.

“A day? A week?…Forever?” You asked her, silently hoping it was none of those options.

“We just aren’t good for each other right now.”

“That’s not an answer Vic!” You said frustratedly. “You can’t tell me you fell out of love with me, that there are issues with us and then just walk out the door when I want to fix whatever is causing this. When I’m trying to figure out and understand why you are feeling this way.” You felt like crying. Like crawling into bed and crying your eyes out under the covers. “If I did something I’m sorry. I love you.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” She told you “I think that being apart so much lately has just made me realise things. It’s made me see things differently. I’ll always have love for you, you’ll always have a place in my heart but, but I don’t want to keep stringing you along if I’m not feeling the same way anymore.” She grabbed your hand and held it tightly in hers. “You deserve to be happy with someone who loves you as much as you love them, and I’m sorry I can’t give you that.” An uncomfortable silence filled the room.

“We aren’t taking a break, are we? This is ending, isn’t it?” You asked.

“Yeah, yeah I think it is.” She told you.

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