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vampyrixdarling · 8 days ago

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HI HI!!! i love ur writing omg, and if ur reading this then have a good day!

If this request is okay with you then may i request a (present) two time x singer!reader fluff hc? ive been having this idea for a while now lol😭 okay thats all thank you for reading!

— 「𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑯𝑶’𝑺 𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹」

Two Time x Reader (Gender Neutral)

warnings: Stalking (not yandere), mentions of blood, mentions of scars (this should not be a trigger warning). Aside from that it’s all fluff!! Or at least kind of. I tried.

Note: Hii!! Thank you so much! It always means so much when people compliment my writing! I’m a bit confused on what you meant by “present” though.. I’m ASSUMING you meant Forsaken?? If I’m wrong, please feel free to send me another request clarifying and I’ll fix it! To be honest this is not my best work, I’m sorry :(

Word count: 1,172.

❥ Be prepared to get really creeped out but also flattered at the same time. They’d obviously have a massive crush on you. And once they meet you, they’re unintentionally a very, very creepy fan.

❥ They would tend to distance themself from you when they realize they have a crush on you. They keep it to themselves and would rather die than ever tell anybody. I think it would be really hard for them to form any sort of romantic relationship due to guilt with Azure and the Spawn.

❥ They worship the ground you walk on. They’re not as dedicated to you as they are to the Spawn, thank god for that, but they’re devoted nonetheless. I think it would be fair to call them one of your biggest fans. When they fall, they fall hard. They also praise the Spawn for being considerate enough to let them meet you.

❥ I think some of the survivors would recognize you as well. Of course, they’re not over-the-top about it. They’d tell you how cool it is to meet you, and they’d give you tips on how to best survive the rounds this hellish place puts you through. Of course you didn’t believe them at first, why would you? But that timer on your watch was ticking down, and you had a feeling you wouldn’t like what happens when it turns to zero. You can’t help but notice somebody scrawny in the corner of the room, just staring at you. The eye contact is quite frankly really uncomfortable. Though somebody named Chance soon hints at what their deal is. They don’t mean any harm, they’re just… different.

❥ Two Time is not close with any survivors in particular. Most of them find Two Time unsettling, and usually don’t go out of their way to strike up a conversation with them. You’d be one of the few people to initiate conversation with them. And aside from their… interesting personality, they seem genuinely nice to talk to.

❥ Two Time would wait until you’re alone to approach you. With a smile that makes the hairs on your neck stand, they’d ask you a lot of questions, nodding each time you nervously conversed with them, and confirm or deny a rumour they asked you about. Of course, if you told them you weren’t comfortable, they’d back off immediately. You just hoped they didn’t take it to heart too much. You also don’t ask about how they know so much about you.

❥ They tend to stalk you. They don't know it's wrong and creepy, and they certainly wouldn't let you find out. They're like paparazzi in a way, except what they do isn't out of malice or the intention of humiliating you. They're just... curious. And a little obsessed. You never gave much thought as to why they always seemed to appear when you needed them the most during rounds: sneaking up behind the killer when you were sure all hope was lost and backstabbing them with that same unnerving grin that stretched across their face.

❥ Some nights they’d wake up from vivid nightmares that they swear felt real. The blood never comes off. No matter how hard they scrub their hands, they can still feel it. Crimson that felt so warm, yet so cold. They go to you whenever they get like this. They don’t like it when people watch them cry, but somehow it’s a little different with you. Their wide smile never fades as tears stream down their face, but it helps when you hold their hand and speak gently and softly to them — when you assure them that they’re okay, when you massage small circles on their palm, as well as the backside of their hand where a certain religious symbol resides. They never let anybody they’re not close with touch them, and that applies to you. So the fact that they allow you to just shows how close the two of you have become.

⤷ They’d find the sound of you singing to them to be calming. It redirects their mind elsewhere and allows for a much welcomed distraction. Your voice would be just above a whisper as you sang to them, and their shoulders would relax.

❥They aren’t sure how to handle affection, whether that be touch or words of affirmation. They don’t believe they’re worthy of it. But they can’t deny that it’s nice when you assure them that you really do mean what you say, and you wouldn’t say it at all if you didn’t. Their guilt makes them believe they don’t deserve anything good that happens to them, even if they did get a second life from it (though not really). They sacrificed the one person that truly loved them, and they’re never going to move on from that fully. But you’re there with them. You’re there no matter what. And that means more to them than you think.

❥ They like it when you trace their scars with your fingers, and they like it even more when you kiss them. Half of them are self-inflicted, and half of them came from god knows where. You assume from rough rounds. It makes them feel flustered and they don’t know what to do or say, so they tend to stay stiff while you try your best to make them feel relaxed. They don’t pull away though.

❥ They’d enjoy writing lyrics with you, though sometimes you need to reject their ideas because it sounds like it could be the next “I love you Jesus” by Trisha Paytas.

❥ They’d love to hear you practice your songs in front of them. They’d praise you, give you criticism, and overall just be grateful you’re performing for them at all. Write a love song about them? They’re head over heels. You once tried to teach Two Time how to sing. It didn’t go well. It’s safe to say that they will not be attending karaoke.

❥ They like writing down each and every interaction you two have. Journaling has become a hobby for them, they enjoy it a lot. It’s a nice coping mechanism and distraction from the hell you’re all in. It’s cute, honestly, if you can even read their handwriting.

❥ They have a bad habit of ‘accidentally’ sneaking up behind you when you’re writing lyrics or practicing your singing. They compliment you and you jump; you swear to god your heart almost exploded.

⤷ It’s also unnerving when you can practically feel their hot breath on the back of your neck. You scold them whenever they give you a fright, and they smile, claiming they truly did not mean to — however, your reaction was quite ‘cute.’

❥ They didn’t listen to music at all before. You were sort of the first artist they were actually introduced to. Sometimes when you two are alone in your cabin, you promise them that once you two get back home you’ll give them front row tickets to your next concert. Maybe even a VIP pass. This seems to give them something to look forward to.

#‧˚꒰🍷꒱༘‧— 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒚’𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.#forsaken x reader #two time x reader #forsaken two time x reader #romantic #fluff #headcanons

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vampyrixdarling · 9 days ago

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Discord server is in the making idk if it’ll release but it exists

#‧˚꒰🍷꒱༘‧— 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔.

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vampyrixdarling · 9 days ago

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HI HI!!! If you’re taking requests I’m going to hold your hand while I say this,,

(Mic’s and drums AU) Elliot, Chance, and Shedletsky reacting to the reader making a song about them?? Like maybe a love song?? Bro the reader is not slick they are vaguely hinting at most but shippers are gonna connect the dots (and by extension, the survivors)

Anyways I love your au eating it bye bye waves

A/n: GIRL I WAS LITERALLY DAY DREAMING ABOUT THIS!? DID YOU READ MY MIND?? hehe I'm serving this in a silver platter because I DIDN'T REALIZE HOW U GUYS ATE THIS UP?? I don't know if it's a headcanon or a oneshot so I just made it a oneshot (seperate) with a little bonus headcanon at the end

Electric guitarist! Elliot

Adrenaline pumped through Elliot's veins as he strummed his electric guitar, the previous concert's performance still fresh in his mind as he fiddled with his electric guitar.

The band's studio is still full of life as they chirped about their previous performance; chance talking about how their fans were screaming for him, shedletsky boasting about how he reached a high note, noob just being... Well, noob. While Elliot, their lead electric guitarist was just strumming random tunes in his head.

Guest was scrolling through his phone at the couch, liking any content related to their songs/performance. Even though it was just an hour ago.

As he mindlessly scrolled, something caught his eyes. No not the usual edits of them, no not even clips of their songs. It was just a single slideshow about something.

"Are we guys gonna ignore how Psyche basically wrote a love song about Elliot??"

Guest stopped his mindless scrolling and cracked a smile. Noob saw this and peaked at his phone, "what'cha looking at?" Noob asked as they leaned in to watch his phone. Noob read the text and gasped audibly. "HOLY SHIT WAHHHH??" They screamed and checked the comments, "this has to be fake!" They exclaimed.

"Hey! Careful of my phone you ass, I just got that" Guest scolded noob but let them be.

Number1Psycheglazer: "NOOOO ELLIOT YOU SPOUSE STEALER 😔👹"

Elliot'sfingers😍: "THE SHIP HAS SAILED 🔥🔥 ELLSYCHE FOR THE WIN 🤑"

Jellyfishoftheyear🪼🫧: "OMG A NEW SONG FROM OUR LORD AND SAVIOR PSYCHE??"

The more Noob scrolled through the comments, the more that his eyes widened. While guest just tiredly let him as he drinks more bloxy cola. "ELLIE!" noob screeched as they ran to his spot— the stairs.

Elliot jumped at the sudden mention of his name, his concentration snapping when he saw noob running to him with a phone in hand.

"Noob? What's up? Why are you screaming" he asked as he looked around. The usual bustling chatter of his band mates stopped to either observe why Noob was screaming, or was just drinking boxy cola.

Noob shoves the phone in his face and screeches— again, "HOLY SHIT YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT" they said and handed the phone to Elliot, he grabbed it and read the text, while noob sat down next to him. "Are you guys gonna ignore how Psyche basically wrote a love song about Elliot?.." He read aloud slowly.

He let the words sink in his head while he listened to the song in the background, which was, as you might've guessed, Psyche's song, or your song.

"You mean to tell me, Psyche— the most popular singer in all of robloxia, wrote a LOVE SONG ABOUT ME??"

Elliot said, but screamed the last part, his tone painted as complete shock. He might as well have a heart attack from how much shock he felt as the words sunk in. Hell, from how shocked he was his electric guitar dropped to the floor.

The others heard this and it immediately piqued their interest. Their ears were basically their eyes from how much they were trying hard to eavesdrop.

While they eavesdrop, Elliot was trying so hard to calm his heart down, while also scrolling to read the comments. Noob shuffled close to him while reading the comments aloud— which didn't ease Elliot's nerves one bit.

"Th-this has to be fake, let's check their official account" he stuttered while typing your username in the search bar 'Psyche the lover'

His eyebrows furrowed as his face exploded from how flustered. But alas, his growing curiosity pushed him to stalk your account.

And to no one's surprise there it was— your official release of your new song "Eros" he gulped and tapped at your video.

"New song?? I hope you guys have a good feast from this, your parent Psyche has provided you food (I served this for *SPECIFICALLY* Ellsyche shippers 😉) xoxo"

Elliot's heart did not handle that well

"E-eh?? Ellie!?" Noob exclaimed as they watched him clutch his heart with a worried expression. While Elliot just fell onto his knees clutching his chest from the sheer cuteness of it all.

Chance passed by this while getting something from the kitchen and laughed at his misery, his glass of water spilling as he did. "Oh!- HAHa! your-" he let out a sharp gasp for air "I haven't seen you this flustered in a hundred years bro!" He snickered as he sat at the stair behind Elliot, watching him clutch his chest while Elliot glared at him.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" He asked as he drank his spilt water and set it down next to him. "Psyche released a song about him!" Noob exclaimed while showing him your post. Chance spat out his water and grabbed guest's phone with top speed.

"Ain't no way!" He exclaimed, and he waved the phone around and called for the rest of his band members "guys guess what!? Psyche— the love Lord that people kept talking about, made a love song about our dear Elliot!"

His disbelief was heard all throughout the studio. A moment of silence passed by the band, before it erupted into chaos— because of course it does. Because one, they considered themselves as a not-so-popular band, so a singer like Psyche making a song about one of them was a big deal for them.

A lot of them were cheering for Elliot, or was taunting him with kissing sounds.

"Yo! This is a sign to make a love song back! Don't leave the person hangin'!" Shedletsky snickered as he magically apeared behind Elliot while patting the guy at the back.

Elliot recovered from his flustered state and weakly reached up to Chance's glass of water and gulped it down and set it back down, "ey! That was my glass!-" "bro shut up! I just recovered! Can't you let the guy rest?!" He angerly exclaimed with a red face as he sat back down.

Oh love the way his face burned was absolutely Oscar worthy, the guy was literally trying to calm his heart down while the others just made it worse

Later that night he layed in bed while thinking about whether to make you a love song back, while your song was playing in the background.

A few days after that he commented underneath your video where you officially released "Eros" which said "do I have to make a love song back or??"

Safe to say you guy's shippers were ECSTATIC and the search for your ship name was blowing up in every platform

He watches and sometimes reposts Ellsyche content in his dump account he even made a playlist about it BUT YOU DIDN'T HEAR IT FROM ME

Rhythm guitarist! Chance

The VIP area in your concert was pumping with energy there were also known bands and singers that sat in their seats. They all conversed with eachother, since the concert wasn't starting yet.

As chance talked about something random to taph. The lights above them and the stadium turned off, and then the crowd exploded with screams. Chance might've had his ears cut off but, he was used to this.

Then smoke filled the stage, then the pink and orange lights glared at the stadium. His heart was pumped with adrenaline. But what they were waiting for was Psyche, the Taylor Swift of robloxia. So this was a big deal for everyone. Even for the Rhythm guitarist. He knew that you were popular because of how filled the stadium was.

Next with the glaring lights were the electric guitar echoing through the stage, then the crowd roared again, he couldn't lie he joined in too.

"I want your things in my room..."

Your voice echoed through the stadium like a siren luring a victim to the water— which wasn't far from you since you were strangely beautiful even if you had a mask on.

He looked star struck as he stared at your shadowed figure, the lights glaring at everyone but you, shining at every surface but you. The one that's performing on stage.

"I miss you all of the time" then the drums started to play with plummeted rage into the drummer.

He couldn't care less though, all he could see and hear was you.

"I'd stalk myself on the internet just to see what you'd find..." then that was the time that all the pink and orange lights went to you like gravity, the mix of the light made it into a perfect ombre effect that made you look like a forbidden beauty that no one could rival.

The crowds roared and cheered, they all waved their lightsticks around as they sang with you— more like screamed but hey, this was a concert, you're supposed to sing and scream.

Your mask captured the light as you froze in your pose.

"I miss you all of the time..." You sang with longing in your voice. Then you changed your pose to walk over at the edge of the stadium.

You broke your seriousness and greeted everyone "HELLO MY DEVOTEES!" you screamed into the mic, the fans in return screamed as some of them were going crazy. "OMG MY LORD AND SAVIOR PSYCHE JUST ONE CHANCE" one person screamed in the background, you could guess who that was. It was surprising how they could scream so high with the music playing in the background.

You just giggled at all the attention and glanced at the VIP section, and Chance swore to all the Gods above that you were looking at him.

"This is for that one gambler with a hat and headphones underneath!!" You screamed as you suppressed a giggle. And chance swore that he had a heart attack right then and there.

And your devotees did not help

"OMG CHANCE??"

"CHASYHCE FOR THE WIN BABY!!"

"ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT ME??"

except for the last part.

And then the electric guitar went crazy, the drums though, was quiet for a moment. And then you walked right in front of him, you guy's eyes meeting as you knelt before him.

Then like a damn sailor he was he just stared with wide eyes and love struck gaze. His mind was racing and his words were stuck in their mouth. The other band members stared with eyes bulging from their eye sockets. Because they knew... You were talking about him, and now that you were kneeling in front of him, with the stage the only thing that separates you guys from kissing. Yeah, they were gonna tease chance about this, especially his expression right now. "He looks like a fish gasping for air" Elliot mused. They didn't hear him though, his only focus was you.

"I'd slit my own throat just to see if you'd mourn me!!" You sang and abruptly stood up. Chance's brain snaps back to reality, his breaths uneasy as he tries to gain his composure.

Safe to say, he was Eros in that position— a God helpless to the beauty of a singer that managed to capture his heart.

The other band members couldn't contain their shit eating grin after that.

After the concert when all of the VIP's were escorted to the VIP area where they could meet the singer. Chance did not make eye contact, not even once. He was too flustered to do so.

The edits were flooding after that, your and his fans were over the moon, hell! That incident didn't even die down! It was the reason why their songs blew up. More specifically, their love songs.

One time their fans caught him reposting a chasyche edit and his fans WERE NOT LETTING IT DIE DOWN heck, one fan even printed it and brought it up to a meet and greet to get it signed.

He added a little heart at the end of his sign because as much as he hates (loves) to admit it, he has a little crush on you

He was giggling and kicking their feet after that concert, genuinely cannot get over it and could not sleep for days because of how frequently they replayed it in his head.

Lead singer! Shedletsky

His scowl couldn't be contained underneath his usual shit eating grin, he couldn't, not when his rival was on the stage while fans screamed for him— 1x4. He was just watching from backstage, his jaw tightening before he snapped his gaze somewhere else. His band members.

Who, in question was practicing for their band competition. All of them wrapped in a serious blanket, even chance was strumming like his life depended on it.

This was the annual band competition in robloxia, a competition that was secretly wrapped in blood and fury in both bands, the bands that took every competition seriously, even an eating competition. surv1v0rs and k11l3rs.

Then the cheering stopped, weirdly enough. And it was replaced by unusual silence. Which made him snap from his seriousness and sneak a peak to the stage.

The commenter was in the center with a shit eating grin— Spectre, the one that organized the band competition in the first place.

"I know you guys are pumped right!?" They all screamed in response, he chuckled at this, "I know you guys are waiting for our dear lovable band surv1v0rs, but I forgot to tell you guys an additional singer."

The crowd murmured, confused by the sudden insert of a singer, Spectre just chuckled darkly "oh I'm sure you guys would absolutely love them. You guys all know them... Our lovable beauty of robloxia...."

"Psyche!" Then the crowd roared with excitement, and Shedletsky audible gasped— if you were singing then would that mean?

He looked around, and just as he did, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He snapped his head behind him and he saw them. Psyche, the one that's gonna perform. The psyche, he couldn't breathe at all, and even with a mask he could still see how absolutely breath taking.

"O-oh? The beauty guru? What brings you here?" He was stumbling with his words at first but gained his composure afterwards. His cocky smirk returning.

You giggled at this and tilted your head up see him, and damn he might've fallen in your arms if it wasn't for the wall he was leaning into.

"Oh nothing I just wanted to see you before I perform" you teasingly dragged your words, a playful touch to the suggestive words you laced it with. He gulped down an unknown build up of saliva and forced himself to be cocky, to hold his image up, to keep himself sane. Because he doesn't he might've worshipped you then and there.

"What a privilege do I have, hmm?" He smirked and leaned into you. You just chuckled "I'm glad you realized" you giggled.

Unfortunately, the conversation was cut short. For Spectre just had to announce your soon to be arival.

"GIVE IT UP FOR PSYCHE EVERYONE!"

Spectre screamed, and so did the fans. His eyes twitched at this, the moment was cut short because of a damn concert that you had to attend.

"Well I'll take my leave then..." You said while walking slowly (almost seductively) to the entrance. But not before glancing at him with a cocky smirk. "Shedletsky..."

After you turned away he clutched his chest. It took all his bird brain not to fall to his for you right then and there, and how dare you giggle after you say that??

The stage was set for you. And he couldn't even practice because of how enticed he was of you.

Electric guitars and drums filled his ears as he stared at you. He wasn't even behind the curtains anymore, he was outside, but hidden from plain view because of the equipment blocking the sight of him.

As you sang, he watched you like a sailor doomed to drown from your songs, he had a dreamy glaze in his eyes that even the most oblivious person could see how he fell in love with you.

Then suddenly the musicals quieted down, all the lights were on you. And you had your head down, your mic close to your mouth.

You suddenly turned to him, not to the crowd, no, to him, and did that rockstar glide to him, the crowd gasped, and he too got taken aback that he took a step back.

You were just a few feet away from him, your eyes staring straight at him

"All I wanted was youuuuuu!!!" You sang at the top of your lungs while dropping to your knees. The crowd roared at this.

His hands clutched at his chest, unfortunately for his heart, he couldn't handle it and dropped to his knees. The rest of the band members had to haul his ass back to the backstage.

He literally had to get 7 bloxy colas and 10 glasses of water to regain back his strength because you were THAT pretty he literally could just worship you (even though he was a god already)

You guy's shippers absolutely clipped the fuck out of you two that even companies asked you two to advertise for a valentines event

He wrote a love song about you in return because DAYUM he couldn't get his heart to calm down

Amount of sleep? 8 hours, best sleep that he had because he dreamed about you guys collaborating, bonus points: you guys were singing love songs.

One time he got caught commenting under a ship edit of you two, yes he replied to all the flabbergasted fans, yes he pretended to be your situationship and yes you played along

A/n: hehe here's your dinner ;p I've been in a creative spring rn so I'm gonna pump you guys full with mic's and drums rivalry au 🤑 I headcanon (which is basically canon in this au) that Psyche (you) CANNOT for the life of them be subtle like they would flirt at you like an old married couple then be shy as hell when it's reciprocated (they're a hypocrite)

#‧˚꒰🍷꒱༘‧— 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔.#fic reblogs #faves #YOU DID NOT DISAPPOINT BRO #THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED #OH MY GOD THIS IS #SO PEAK #I am actually like giggling and kicking my feet bro

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vampyrixdarling · 10 days ago

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Hehe a mic's and drums rivalry au! Coming up! But with the addition of a new singer? Who could it be?

Forsaken band au! X singer! Reader

When you first started all you had was a mic bedazzled from top to bottom and a dream, and now, you had your personal team and a fan base! You were beyond happy!

Your dream first started when you were sixteen; two bands formed near your house that always echoed music through the neighborhood, although some people weren't happy about the noise— you were just glad that the silence was replaced by music.

You used to always visit both of the bands, surv1v0rs and k11l3rs. You don't know why their bands were named like that but you don't judge. The first band had 10 members and the other had 6 members, although they were supposed to be 9 but the other three were children.

You were their (both bands) first fan, maybe even their biggest fan. You were there when they first formed their band and when they were losing hope.

So, safe to say both bands cherished you deeply, you may even argue that they developed an admiration (romantic feelings) to you! They can't help it though, you were just too sweet and welcoming!

You would sometimes stick stickers onto their equipment because quote "your equipments are so dull! Spice things up will you!" Then proceeded to stick cat-themed stickers onto their mic's, electric guitars, drums, heck even speakers! Although they won't admit it, they (still) kept those stickers.

When there was a rare chance that both bands were in the same vicinity they would rip eachother's throats and send death threats. Both bands hate eachother so much, and you don't know why, you just hope they don't find out that you both support their bands.

Why? Well... You heard them mention that if you support either of their bands they would dislike you, you don't know why they hate eachother so much, but that's definitely a bump in your guy's friendship if they find out.

But then you unexpectedly had to move to another country, you were very sad and devastated when you broke the news to them when they were getting ready for a band competition. They all cried, yes all even 1x4, you were surprised but you were flattered that they considered you as a friend, despite her being a literal humanization of hatred.

You promised that you would communicate with them, but through time came the destruction of separation, you guys distanced more and more until they couldn't remember/had a blurry memory of you. While you still remembered them and supported them from a distance.

While building your future, you encountered many ups and downs, until finally, you were a very recognized singer. You were called Psyche. The singer that could be a pop singer to a rock star in a matter of seconds, a loved figure that rivaled both of your beloved bands.

To describe what kind of songs you make; you were a mix of Paramore and pinkpanthress at the same time. That's why rock fans and modern jazz love you, a delicious mix of both, call it... A fruit salad of sorts.

You were a masked singer too, so that fueled your Popularity to the max, because there's nothing better than a mysterious singer right?

So in the end both bands didn't find out that the most popular pop singer, Psyche, was their former friend. You still continued to support them though, even though it pains you that they didn't remember you.

And with popularity comes with fans right? Since you're a really popular singer then your fans are crazy right? Well... Not really, not to an extent. They were either like sombr's fans or like miku's fans. They were either silly, or hard core to the point that they watched all your interviews, but their obsession wouldn't go far from that, they knew not to make their obsession a weapon.

You were also a perfect mix of silly and serious, that's why fans adore you so much, calling you their "comfort artist" and you would take pride in that.

You would call your fans "devotees" so exemptions

Remember the bands that you were a fan (die hard follower) of? Yeah you were definitely not as subtle as you like to imagine so your devotees definitely know your obsession because of the amount of times you mentioned it in interviews.

So that opted for the devotees of yours and the fans of both bands to ship you with them. Heck! You got fanarts of yourself and some of the members! You don't mind though, they were very in the eyes (you get why their fans are absolutely crazy for them)

You're sure that these shipping got shared to them because you got your own song from both bands!? When you found out you were literally screaming at the top of your lungs like a damn fan girl. So you were definitely not normal.

When the song got released best believe that your devotees pumped out more fanarts of you guys, even though your interactions were one sided; which consists of you fangirling about them to your own official account, and them minding their own business and acknowledging you from time to time, maybe even joking about you. (It's not as one sided as you think, you're just oblivious as a rock)

Both bands definitely know you, I mean how could they not? You were literally known for being the sweetest singer (which reminds them of someone, they don't know who though) and your fambase was known for being envied by many people because of how welcoming and non-toxic they are. So when they found out that you were a fan of them, a rockstar band? They were amused and skeptical, but they entertained your obsession of them.

Sometimes you get lost in your fan of them and sometimes forget that you were childhood friends of them.

There were also developed songs for each of them, even though they don't know it/don't recall the memories of you. Each of the songs representing them as a Greek god/goddess. Your fans speculate that it was them you were singing about, but they don't recall you mentioning about you guys being childhood friends, so for now it was a theory.

All of the members in both bands also speculate that but since they don't have proof/don't remember all of those scenarios that was mentioned in your songs they just brushed it off.

What they don't know is that, as you make more songs inspired by them, the more you long for the burried friendship. And it hurts knowing that they forgot about you. So all you could do is reach for their (love) friendship to them in hopes of getting a fraction of what they gave to you.

A/n: MWAHAHAHAH cliffhanger 🤑 more should be coming me thinks 😼

#‧˚꒰🍷꒱༘‧— 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔.#fic reblogs #FAVES #Mmmm eating this au UPPP #THIS IS SO PEAK WHAATATTT #omg eating and leaving no crumbs #Ty for the food #I’m not sharing #GHELP #I’M OBSESSED WITH THIS #I cannot wait to be met with more omg omg omg #no I am NOT normal about this Ty

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vampyrixdarling · 11 days ago

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Hear me out.. you write.. Elliot x pizza mascot reader where we smell manky cuz of the sweaty costume and the fact we smell like greasy pizza thx 🥰

That’s very specific Bea

Anyways here’s how it’d go:

Elliot fires you and bans you from the restaurant entirely. Hope this helps!

#‧˚꒰🍷꒱༘‧— 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔.#k0yfsh

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vampyrixdarling · 11 days ago

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You guys hear that? It's the sound of my original writing plans flying away because I got an AU idea. Mmmmm I love ADHD.

Oh well, this AU should be pretty cool and I hope you'll like it! This isn't a series I'm gonna be solely focusing on like the Eyes series. If yall wanna see more from this AU sooner rather than later, send in an ask.

To Die is to Live

Yandere!Monster!Forsaken x Reader; Yandere!Monster!Block Tales x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors

Note: This is an AU heavily based on/directly inspired by Homicipher. @allimili 's CRK x Homicipher AU was also an inspiration (your work is so peak btw, never change). It's also gonna get really dark since it's basically a Homicipher AU of Forsaken and Block Tales.

Furthermore, I wanna say that this MC is akin to another alternate version of the Eyes MC. Teehee.

I love experimenting with my writing :D

And don't worry, I'll still fufill requests. I just wanted to write this. Enjoy!

--☆☆☆☆☆--

You didn't know how you got here.

Your memories felt like a jumbled mess, as if your head had been plucked off your body, shaken around like a maraca, and then placed back on your neck with no cares in the world.

Bruises litered your body, and you tasted something metallic in your mouth, as if you had bit your cheek. But you didn't feel any injuries inside your mouth, so you ignored it after spitting out what looked like normal saliva.

You rubbed your eyes, before your vision cleared a bit and you processed... uh.

You could only describe this place as... a mess. Mold stained the walls, cobwebs nestled in each corner, and stains covered the tile floor. This place felt like what you could only describe as a giant indoor mall as you scanned the area, wondering where you were and what was going on.

You searched in your brain, desperate for any hint of knowledge you weild to help you piece together where you were.

Then you recall the rumors online about an alternate world that can trap others within it if they enter a damaged room with no windows when it rains. You never really believed in them despite all the warnings older folk online gave you about them.

But... what if you got there?

You remember someone attacking you and you desperately fighting them off, before stumbling into a random room in the abandoned mall- soon to be torn down- to try to hide after you...

...

You don't remember what you did to that person. You can guess they beat you pretty badly, though, and you fled to avoid them killing you or worse, judging from all your wounds and how you've never been someone super strong.

You just stand up, looking for any exit and trying to recall all the information you knew about this place.

A lot of people, around your age at least, called the Other World a copy of the Backrooms. But this place, while giant, wasn't infinite. And there had to be a clear way out.

Of course, no one who went in came out according to the stories, but you could always change that.

You opened the only door and peered out, seeing no signs of life as you stared out into what looked like a giant abandoned mall. Like an alternate, larger, and more warped version of what you walked into to get here. But there were other things too, and made this place feel like a giant mashpit of so many different abandoned and damaged places.

You just walked out and wandered around, regretting that all you had on you was a black raincoat and your usual clothes. You didn't even have an umbrella.

You had no weapons in case there was anything dangerous here. And you were injured and had no clue how to fight. If there were any monsters like this was the Backrooms, you're as good as dead.

And being dead doesn't work well with your goal to go home.

Your feet pad across the dusty and dirty ground, and you look around for anything that seems familiar.

Maybe if you found the exit to the mall, that'd be the exit to this world. Maybe then you'd get home.

You weren't sure. You just hoped. And what more could you do?

You looked around as you went, trying to see anything that caught your attention. You noted what looked like green buds with leaves that you occasionally found nestled in an upper corner, but they didn't seem to special so you didn't pay them too much mind.

You did think you saw one close back into a bud when you looked at it, and you swore there was an eye at its center. You just looked away, not wanting to fuck around with the ominous plant things.

Though, after that, you tried to stay out in the open less. Hanging out near the walls and searching more intently for a weapon while hoping nothing showed up to attack you.

Unfortunately, you weren't that lucky.

A thumping sound approaching made you flinch and duck into an abandoned store-like area while peaking out slightly through the window to see whatever is wandering past.

Whatever it was, it looked like a fucked up human. It wore a hardhat that covered the entirely of its upper face, but you saw blood leaking down from the inside of the hat and staining the gray skin on his face. He seemed to be wearing a gray hoodie of sorts, but the blood that stained it made you uncomfortable.

He seemed to be looking around for something (you had no idea if he could see with no visible eyes) and you noted the hammer he held in one of his hands.

You just stayed still, hoping he would leave as you panicked over the fact there were monsters here. You just stayed quiet, not even daring to breathe.

Then his head turned to look over in your direction, then angled to stare directly at you. You didn't move, didn't breathe. Just stared at where his eyes would be while silently praying to whatever god was out there.

Your prayers were ignored.

Immediately, the creature moved, approaching the glass as it stared down at you, before raising its hammer.

You screamed, turned around, and ran through the store, hearing the shattering of glass behind you as you narrowly avoided the shards from hitting you, weaving through bare clothing racks and through aisles as you desperately sped away.

From the thumps you heard, it was following you. You just fled into the backrooms of the store and scurried into a box the moment you got space between you and the monster.

As you hoped your violent shaking wouldn't disturb the box to not give your location away, you felt tears stinging your eyes as you heard the thumps of the monster get closer happened, some unintelligible noises you didn't understand that sounded like it came from between two different beings, before the thumps faded away.

You didn't dare exit the box. Especially when you heard thumps again, these ones sounding different than the original monster's. Then you heard them pause, and the sound of boxes being opened nearby you.

Your breathing hitched as you quickly tried to bury yourself more in the box and hoped the monster would stay away.

Then some thumps got uncomfortably close, and the box you were in opened.

You stared up at this new monster, and screamed again.

--☆☆☆--

Whatever it was, it was definitely not human. Sure, this one had normal skin and was wearing glasses, but from the spider-like mandibles jutting out from the corners of its lips and the pupil-less and iris-less eyes with two smaller eyes above it, you knew this was a monster.

Its hands- with short claws on the end of each finger- rested on the sides of the box, keeping it open, as the monster stared down at you. Its mouth was open very slightly and you could see the fact it seemed to have stubble and was wearing... a burger-like hat. It also seemed to be wearing a blue sweater of sorts.

Then, another pair of near identical arms- separate from the ones holding the box open- reach into the box and pull your panicking and struggling form out. He held you out in front of him and only winced when you punched him in the head. He didn't seem too mad, though.

He just sighed and used his other pair of arms to pin your own to your sides. You squirmed, hoping he wouldn't eat you before,

"hxd xtjh? hxd dwqjavnm?"

You froze at the weird noises that emerged from his mouth, staring at him in confusion.

"...what?"

He stared at you, before speaking again.

"mxwc dwmnabcjwm. hxd bljanm. r fxwc qdac hxd. hxd bjon."

You stared at him blankly, trying to process whatever he was saying.

"hxd dwmnabcjwm vn? wx?"

You just slowly nodded, not understanding a word.

"...r cnjlq." He suddenly said, before using one of his extra limbs to point at himself, "vn." Then he pointed at you, "hxd."

Was he trying to teach you the language? Was he... friendly?

He repeated the words again and gave you an expectant look.

You hesitantly repeated the words, and he nodded and said them with the motions as if he was trying to get it into your head.

...

You decided to call him Mr. Spider, especially considering how his legs were what you could describe as four spider legs.

And god, you were relieved he wasn't eating you. But he wasn't putting you down either.

You hesitate, before motioning him to set you down. He gives you a confused look before... sitting?

You raise an eyebrow and try to pry yourself away, and he seems to finally process you don't want to be held onto and lets you go.

You back away as he stands up, looming over you. God, he's huge.

But as you start to walk away, he follows. His spidery feet tap against the ground as he easily keeps up with you.

You stare at him, face scrunched up in confusion.

"hxdan bljanm. r yaxcnlc. r oxuuxf jwm yaxcnlc." He casually tells you, staying close.

...you aren't fighting the giant spider man unarmed and when he's twice your size. You don't have a deathwish.

Though, Mr. Spider seemed to want to protect you, and you were not going to complain at all about having a giant man spider thing protecting you if anything else here was super dangerous.

...

"hxd" probably meant "you" and "vn" meant either "me" or "I". You weren't sure. All you knew is apparently this world has a whole different language compared to anything you heard.

And how Mr. Spider seemed more than willing to help teach you some of the language when you didn't understand.

You glance up at him, and he looks back at you with lidded eyes. You point at the shattered window, giving him a confused look.

"frwmxf." He notes, squinting a bit, "kaxtnw frwmxf."

...you're guessing "frwmxf" means window. No clue what "kaztnw" means, though.

As you and he went along, you continued pointing at things so he'd state what they are in his language so you'd understand it better.

It honestly was pretty helpful having a surprisingly friendly monster teaching you the language bit by bit. You didn't expect there to be friendly monsters here... at all. But at least there was Mr. Spider.

...

Loud stomps suddenly echoed through the halls, and you flinch and look around as Mr. Spider's eyes widen. Quickly, he grabs onto you and drags you close to him, and you see...

...

Oh god.

You stare up at whatever just crept out of the darkness. It's huge, looming over Mr. Spider and completely dwarfing you. It's skin was practically a neon red, with giant and demon-like horns sticking out of his forehead. A red hood and cape that matches it's skin color hangs off its body, and it seems to be emitting a glitch or fire effect of sorts, with visible and external ribs and an uncomfortably wide smile.

Black symbols are inscribed on its chest that you can't understand.

It stares directly at you and Mr. Spider, before making an excited noise and darting closer.

You flinch as it crouches down, it's demon-like tail seeming to wag as it speaks. It's black hands press against the walls, similarly-colored claws digging into the concrete, and you realize this thing is very, very powerful.

"mjm! mjm! hxd vjmn oarnwm?" It asks, it's voice loud and echoing, "mxnb oarnwm fjwc cx yujh? r fjwc cx yujh!"

You shake as it leans in close, intently staring at you. Mr. Spider shields you with his arms, before talking back at the new monster so quickly you can't even hear the words said.

A rapid conversation between the two happens, before the monster makes a happy noise and darts off, before making sounds like it's... counting?

Then Mr. Spider suddenly lifts you up and looks around, before placing you up in a gap in the ceiling and motioning you back into the dusty and dark space.

You have no idea what's happening as you creep back, barely able to see what's going on below you as Mr. Spider suddenly runs out of the room.

It's all quiet for a moment, your mind reeling as you try to process what just happened.

Then the red monster bursts back into the room, loudly giggling and toss around and open everything on the floor, as if... searching for something.

...does it think you're playing Hide and Seek with it?

As you see it throw aside a box and rip it open, you realize that if Mr. Spider didn't hide you up here, you'd probably be dead or injured enough you'd wish you were dead.

You shrink back slightly as the monster looks around before running out of the room, giggling.

...it acts a lot like a giant child. Hm...

You'll call it "Red Child".

You hear more sounds, more crashing and thuds, and eventually, you see Red Child excitedly scamper back into the room, and Mr. Spider follows after him, looking a little winded if not... slightly injured.

Red Child resumes searching for you, before Mr. Spider approaches your hiding space and gently pulls you out.

"oxdwm cqnv." He tells Red Child, who immediately perks up and bounds over.

"(You) qrmn fnuu! yujh jpjrw!" He says, trying to grab you. You flinch, and Mr. Spider thankfully pulls you away.

"fjrc. cqnhan fnjt. kn pnwcun. cqnh qdac njbh." Mr. Spider instructs, as Red Child seems disappointed for a moment before nodding and holding you like you were a misbehaving cat.

You sweat slightly as you stare at this giant, demonic monster child, who opens their mouth and shows rows of razor-sharp teeth. "r urtn hxd. (You) oarnwm."

You just frantically nod, not wanting to die.

"mjm! mjm! ljw fn tnny cqnv?" Red Child asks Mr. Spider, shaking you slightly. "cqnh odw! cqnh ldcn! r urtn!"

Mr. Spider just nods. "hnb."

Okay, judging from the nod that is clearly a version of "yes"...

Red Child makes a series of happy noises, shaking you a bit as they excitedly talk. "oarnwm! oarnwm! (You) bcjh qnan! fn yujh!"

...you're so screwed, aren't you?

--☆☆☆--

Being practically carried throughout the Other World by Red Child, who was fucking huge, while Mr. Spider stayed close was a fucking fever dream. And being brought to what you could only describe as someone who took a large closet and set some things up to make what you figured were makeshift beds with other things scattered about.

Being dropped into what was a mess of random clothes, towels, and even some blankets and pillows stunned you too.

Red Child giggles and begins to point around at thing. He starts with where you're sitting, which is the much larger one of the piles of clothes and other things.

"vh knm." Then he points at the smaller pile (which is still pretty big), "mjm knm."

"mjm"... he uses that word to refer to Mr. Spider. You wonder what it means.

Though, "knm" probably means "bed".

Red Child looks around, before his smile twitches, looking like he wants to frown and... can't.

"mjm!" He calls over to Mr. Spider, who looks up from where he was grabbing some things. "oarnwm mxnbw'c qjen (bed)! fn wnnm (bed) oxa oarnwm!"

What does "oarnwm" mean? It clearly refers to you, though. You're so confused.

"fnuu pnc oarnwm (bed). oxxm orabc." Mr. Spider says, picking up what looks like... uh... a bucket?

"dwmnabcxxm!" Red Child chirps out, "(you) cjtn oarnwm?"

"(You) fjwc (me) cjtn oarnwm?"

"(Yes)! cjtn oarnwm! oarnwm ldarxdb! bnn?" Red Child pokes your cheek, accidentally scraping your cheek slightly with his claw. You don't mention it, just staring blankly ahead. Then Red Child leans in close, tilting his head, "(you) fjwc px?"

You nod slightly, hesitant.

"bnn! oarnwm fjxc px!"

Mr. Spider stares at you, his expression calm, before he nods. Then he approaches you and picks you up, and you squirm a bit as you get carried out, Red Child waving at you until you're brought out and set down on the ground.

Are they... trying to keep you as a pet or something? They were talking about a bed for... you?

You glance up at Mr. Spider, who stares down at you before motioning you to follow him. He starts walking, and you stay still until he's a good bit away, and you book it.

So what if he's friendly? If he's trying to keep you as a pet with Red Child, that's a hell no from you.

You speed through the place, hoping your shoes are enough to muffle the sound of you running as you try your best to lose Mr. Spider as you hear him make a sound of confusion and follow after.

And somehow, you manage to do it.

You collapse on the ground, wheezing and shaking as sweat oozes off your brow and tears sting your eyes. But as the thuds fade away, you figure you're safe.

You sit there, processing everything for a long moment before you hear what sounds like digitized laughter.

"Q4Q4Q4Q4Q4Q4!" You look around in a panic, as the voice continues, "U0U. H0DAN VXA3 BL4A3M CQ4W K1AM."

Your eyes then lock with what looks like some kinda fucked up plant nestled in a corner of the wall, this one unfurled with an eye in the center staring right at you as a venus flytrap-like mouth talks.

"H0DA3 BV4UU. C1WH. URCCU3." You think it... snickers? "QXF 4A3 (you) WXC M3JM?"

"...better than you, you bitchless creepy ass plant." You mutter back, grimacing.

"FQ4C?"

"..." You just stand up and back away from the plant.

"(Y0u) BLJANM? P0XM. K3 BLJA3M." The plant tells you, "L4WC FJ1C CX F4CLQ (y0u) MR3. XA L0V3 C0 (me) BX 1 L4W T1UU (you)."

You just flip it off and run for dear life, ignoring the plant's cackles as you go.

Great, sentient plants. What's next? Headless horseman clone?

As you slow down, shaking and wheezing as you cower in an abandoned bathroom, you flinch as you hear a voice. A different and unfamilar voice.

"yvccf."

You look around, and notice something... glowing in the stalls. Something yellow.

You look around frantically and see a crowbar laying on the floor. You immediately grab it, and hold it in front of you with shaking hands as you approach the stall. You shove it open and look around, holding the crowbar above you as you're ready to swing it and...

...

You don't see anything directly in front of you...

"cffb ufne."

You flinch at the voice again and look all around, looking down and seeing the source of the yellow glow. It's a blue jack-o-lantern emitting a yellow glow, with black antlers, that seem to curl into each other like thorn vines, sticking out of it.

Then it talks.

"yvccf."

You scream and drop the crowbar.

--☆☆☆--

Somehow, despite the language barrier, you were convinced to carry around the pumpkin.

You aren't sure how. It's just when you picked up the crowbar and tried to run the pumpkin started talking loudly and quickly until you picked it up and it calmed down.

And now, you're taking it some place as it sort of teaches you the language.

"(Left)." It instructs you, and you go that way, "(forward)."

You now know "left", "right", "forward", "go back", and "no" in this language due to the instructions you kept getting. You just hoped wherever you were going wasn't a death trap.

...at least you still had the crowbar with you.

As you approached a hallway with a blank front door at the end of it, you hesitated as the pumpkin instructed you to go forward.

In the end though, you go forward and open the door with shaky hands, and you hold your breath.

The room you walk into almost bears a resemblance to a living room, with furniture that looked like it used to be display, and a table littered with...

...

Bones. And a headless, giant, robed body sat nearby.

You freeze as the body stands up suddenly, white arms outstretched towards you as you shove the pumpkin into its hands and back up, fumbling with the door in a panic.

"kyreb pfl, bzeu jkirexvi." The pumpkin tells you as it is placed upon the stump of the body's neck. It uses a hand to hold the pumpkin in place as it walks across the room.

A lump on the couch moves, and a large, humanoid shape sits up. Losely draped on its body is a black cloak of sorts, and you see dozens of yellow and white wings sticking out of its body. Its skin is feathery and yellow, and there's messy brown hair on its head.

It turns to look at you, and you don't see its eyes. But it seems to smile as it lets out a laugh-like sound.

"yr! nyf kyzj tlkv jkirexvi?" It says, and it sits up as it seems to stare at you.

You hate how sweaty your palms are as you try to open the door, too scared to turn your back out of fear one of them will attack.

"ufek befn. kyvp yvcg (me)." The pumpkin man says (you're just gonna call him Mr. Pumpkin), and you see him now holding what looks like a needle. "z evvu yvcg kyivruzex evvucv."

"z xfk zk." A new voice says, as another door in this room opens and...

...that monster wearing the hard hat walks in.

It freezes when it notices you, and you two stare with locked eyes (ignoring his lack of eyes) for too long.

You manage to open the door and stumble out.

"nrzk!" The winged one suddenly says, and quickly gets up. Before you know it, you're picked up and carried back into the room by the winged man. "nyp (you) ileezex? pfliv xfeer xvk vrkve flk kyviv."

You quake as the winged man looks at the one in the hard hat, who's helping Mr. Pumpkin stitch the pumpkin on. "nyrk uzu (you) uf kf jtriv kyvd jf sru?"

The one in the hard hat hums, before speaking. "z jrn kyvd svyzeu (window). z kizvu kf xirs kyvd kf drbv jliv kyvp uzuek uzv, jf z sifbv kyv nzeufn. kyvp jtivrdvu reu ire. kyvp jtriv vrjp."

You squirm as you're unceremoniously dumped on the couch, and the winged man (you're calling him Mr. Bird since he looks like a weird bird) looms over you, smiling as it sounds weirdly cheerful. "ufek sv jtrivu, tlkv! ef fev nzcc vrk (you). (You) jrwv."

Tears drip out of your eyes as Mr. Bird pets you on the head. "grk, grk. ef tipzex, (you) jrwv."

Why does this keep happening to you..?

#‧˚꒰🍷꒱༘‧— 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔.#OH MY GOD #on the edge of my seat rn #I cannot wait for the next part #THIS IS SO PEAK #the beef with griefer is insane LMFAO

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vampyrixdarling · 12 days ago

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``The Want to be Wanted.``

Chance x Reader (Forsaken)

Cw: Mentions and usage of: Cigarettes, Alcohol. Not proof read.

The night had been long. It was filled with loud activities, risky bets, money, alcohol.

Things that were commonplace for a casino.

Chance had you by his side the entire night. You were his quote-unquote lucky charm. Though you're pretty sure he was only saying that because you were a nice piece of eye candy for him to flaunt around the casino.

What is a crown without its jewels, after all?

He'd have you seated on his lap while making irresponsible bets that he somehow never ended up being punished for, leaving kisses along your neck and rubbing their thumb over your hip.

It was honestly quite boring, but you couldn't deny that the attention was nice.

Feeling wanted was nice.

Of course, he'd make it up to you by buying you drinks and complimenting you the entire time. About how nice you looked that night, or how good you smelt.

Cheap, basic compliments like that; but compliments nonetheless.

Compliments that, despite your best efforts, replayed in your mind over and over.

But all good things have to come to an end eventually.

The two of you would call it a night, and Chance would bring you to his expensive car parked outside, and he'd hold the passenger door open for you, like the gentleman he was.

As Chance drove, you'd look out the window to see all the city lights filling up the streets. You'd see all of the people who have yet to retire for the night.

Chance was rambling on about a jackpot he won earlier that night. You already knew about it, of course. After all, you were with him the entire time. Yet you continued to listen despite this.

You always listened.

Nobody else really did.

And eventually, you'd reach the apartment complex he had booked for the night. It was a different one from last week, though no less expensive.

Chance could never really sit still, after all. They were constantly chasing after that thrill. Asking things like, what kind of complimentary wine will be served this time?

Or, will there be white bedsheets or black?

Small things like that. Things that made him seem like even more of a gambling addict than he already was.

He'd know the answer to these questions if he simply checked the website a little more thoroughly. But why would he do that when he could just leave it up to fate, right?

The lobby was empty. It was late, after all. Chance took this as a sign to wrap his arm around your waist and walk you towards the elevator. Not like he wouldn't have done the same thing anyway if there were people.

"So, fun night, right?" He muses, that signature grin brandishing his face as you approach some random suite. You say nothing. You just want to lie down.

"I'll take that as a no," he notes, sliding the apartment keycard along the sensor. The inside looks nice. Everything Chance owns is always like that.

Refined, minimalistic, expensive.

Chance starts to take off his coat, but you don't help him. You only wander off to the balcony. To the first moment of solitude you've been offered this entire day.

Solitude isn't really what you're after, though.

The entire city stirs beneath you. Cars speeding down the street, apartment lights serving as your substitute for stars.

It's something you have to get used to. How everything is constantly in motion.

How it can never seem to sit still.

And eventually, after staring at the view from the balcony and being lost in thought, Chance reunites with you once more.

And once again, your thoughts have circled back to him. The one person who probably could not care less about you.

Not really.

Not in the way you'd want.

He pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his suit. It's an exclusive, nameless brand that's probably worth more than your entire life's savings.

Another reminder of just how little your life is worth in comparison to his. For some reason, this night just seemed full of them.

Chance lights one cigarette and brings it up to his lips. You watch silently as he breathes it in, and eventually breathes it out.

It's sort of mesmerizing; how pretty he is.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer." He grins at his own joke, because of course he does. "But seriously. What's up with you? You've been acting off all night."

You say nothing. You're not even sure what you'd say, anyway.

The only sounds that remain are the sounds of cars driving by and the sound of Chance's breathing as he continues to smoke.

If he were feeling a little more generous that night, perhaps he would have allowed you to remain silent.

But he'd long since become bored of your little silent treatment. Even the most patient of people grow tired of waiting after all.

He leans over you, smoke swirling around the two of you like a veil. Chance smells of alcohol and expensive cologne. The apartment smells like antiseptic.

An unfamiliar mixture of scents.

A mixture that just so happens to set off all of your nerves in a way that makes you feel like something is wrong.

You can't see their expression under the sunglasses, but even if you could, you doubt you'd be able to decipher it.

Is there something wrong?

"Come on now, use your words. Tell me what's on your mind," Chance says, his thumb brushing along your bottom lip.

He looks at you with that small, charming smile. The one he's constantly wearing. Though this one, you admit, is slightly softer.

It manages to make you fold. Instantly.

"Why do you even keep me around? You... have no need for me..." you mumble.

The atmosphere gets more suffocating with those words, and Chance's movements seem to still, if only for a moment.

Then he sighs. He removes the cigarette from his lips and flicks it out over a nearby ashtray.

"Of course I don't need you."

His hold on your chin tightens. An act of desperation, perhaps?

"But I want you," he exhales, the words sounding breathless on his lips.

"I want you so badly."

"And more than that... I want you... to want me too."

Chance never thought he'd admit those words.

After all, Chance had everything he could ever need.

He had money. Connections. Luxuries.

And yet,

you remained all he could ever want.

That's why he did all that he did, after all.

He bought you anything you even vaguely looked at. He kept you near him always. He'd hold open doors for you, pull out chairs for you.

All so that, maybe, you'd want him, like he wanted you.

He wanted you to want him.

He really,

truly,

did.

And so, when Chance felt your hand slowly trailing upwards, before resting on his shoulder, he could not help but lean into you more.

You were careful, and perhaps even a bit reluctant in your actions, yet not unwilling.

Never unwilling.

"I want you."

Those were the words Chance heard from you.

A quiet exclamation. Almost a whisper, that threatened to be whisked away by the night breeze.

But he heard it anyway.

Of course he did.

And then he'd shift, once more, closer to you. Closer to your lips

And you'd do the same, until you two met.

A careful interaction, being tread lightly by both of you.

This kiss was different from the others.

Not as demanding. Not as bold.

Just there. Simply being. As it is.

"I think I love you," he'd murmur, never quite breaking the kiss and simply mumbling the words into your mouth.

"You're not sure?"

He'd pull back at that, shaking his head slightly.

"No. I am sure... I love you."

And before you could say anything else, his lips were back on yours. His tongue swiped your bottom lip, before shoving its way into your mouth.

He still tasted like the smoke from his cigarette. It was bitter. But it tasted like him.

It tasted right.

"I love you, too," you'd say in-between kisses.

The words left you effortlessly.

You've been meaning to say them for a long time, after all.

Been meaning to kiss him like this.

Like you meant it.

And you did mean it.

As did he.

And you wanted it.

As did he.

#‧˚꒰🍷꒱༘‧— 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔.#THIS IS SO GOOD #WE’RE SO BACK #oh my god I’m eating this and leaving no crumbs #fic reblogs

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