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✎ heaven's fury

- gojo satoru x reader

sometimes you forget that your husband has burdens as the strongest sorcerer alive. when he goes back home from a bad day and you're the first person he comes contact to, you're made aware of it once again

genre: angry!gojo, a bit of hurt with looots of comfort and fluff !! it’s self-indulgent too🤭

note: i knooow i said i'll post gojo angst next, but i forgot i have this in backburner too so... this hurt/comfort goes first :') based on an anon's request. loosely takes place after baby!

a part of gojo's love entries

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“Sukuna's vessel is a threat— he must be executed as soon as possible!”

“The more we put this off, the greater the risk he poses to society!”

“Gojo, you can't delay his sentence any longer—!”

Weak. All of them. They always make excuses. Trying to pin blame on someone else.

The jujutsu world he lives in… is wretched. Gojo Satoru thought he knew that well already, or at least knew enough to not get riled up over it.

Apparently not.

“Gojo-sensei? You look scary...”

Typically, he would mask his clear disdain with sharp-witted jibes, but he reached his limit this time. Especially since they had been pressuring him relentlessly to execute Itadori Yuji for at least five times a week, each week.

. . .

“Satoru, oh, you're home already!”

At the end of it all, he went home with the worst of moods. It served as a reminder—of his deep-seated contempt for weakness and how burdensome he found the task of protecting the insufferable to be.

“Satoru...?”

And it's because of their weakness that Suguru—

“Satoru, are you—?”

“Just fucking shut it!”

And that was when he saw you, standing before him with wide eyes, cradling your—his—precious baby in your arms, who was sound asleep.

“Huh…?”

Satoru immediately tensed up, realizing his mistake. And what hit him even harder was— is that a flicker of hurt he saw flashing across your face?

If so, then you quickly blinked it away because in the next instant, your face lit up with a warm smile— kind of forced, to his dismay. “Welcome home, Satoru.”

Something inside him churned, his heart started to ache, and there was a bitter taste in his mouth then.

There you were, as accepting as ever, and he cherished you for it.

But not tonight. Not for this. You didn't deserve any of his misplaced resentment.

Damn it. Damn it all!

In response, he offered you a subtle nod and headed to the bathroom, thinking a shower might help clear his foul mood away.

Contrary to what Satoru might think, you didn't really hold anything against him.

You were surprised, yes, because he was usually such a ball of energy even when he got back from intercity missions, but more than the hurt, you would understand if now, he was pissed some way or another.

Your husband is still a human. He is entitled to be upset on some days.

After ensuring your son was comfortably asleep in his cot, you returned to your bedroom to find Satoru already in bed, facing away from you. Hmph... now that you thought about it, this silence between you was unacceptable.

“Satoru.” You poked his side, but he didn't budge and still had his eyes shut. You arched an eyebrow. “Satoru? You can't be asleep.”

“…” No answer. Okay, let's try something else.

“Honey, talk to me? Hmm?” you decided to swallow the heat on your face as you addressed him more intimately. Mind you, you didn't usually call him that. He was the one in charge of pet names.

“…” This shithead. That's it.

“Satoru, my tummy hurts—”

“What?” In an instant, he flipped over, abruptly sitting up. “What hurts—”

Seizing the opportunity, you tugged him by the neck, and both of you tumbled onto the bed, with him landing on top of you. Satoru instinctively held himself up and cushioned the back of your head with his hand so you wouldn’t crash into the headboard—his blue eyes wildly flickering, searching for any sign of discomfort or harm.

“You good?” he made a face upon realizing your ruse.

“You won’t talk to me otherwise,” you noted with a hint of annoyance. But then your eyes softened into a concerned frown. “Satoru… what’s wrong?”

Once again, Satoru felt hollow. You were worried and it reached him. “It’s nothing,” he replied, looking away, trying to downplay his fury.

You pulled him close, his head against your chest, and though he was stiff and taken aback at first, he released a reluctant sigh and instinctively snuggled closer, finding comfort in your embrace.

“There, there…” you soothed with a smile, gently running your fingers through his hair. “Feel better now?”

He let out another sigh against you, returning the hug and nuzzling his face against your chest. His body heat enveloped you like a blanket.

And after a while...

“...’m sorry for yelling at you...” he muttered with such regret it made your eyes widen. “Didn’t mean it.”

The slight prickle in your heart dissipated at once, hearing his muffled voice.

“Mm-hmm, I know.”

“Really.”

“Mmm, really, really.”

He held you a little tighter, breathing in your scent, and you kept stroking his head. He looked so despondent it warmed your heart, and made you want to pet him. “Our baby loves being held like this too,” you giggled fondly. “You big baby… you’re just like him.”

Your husband let out a soft grunt against your chest, exhaling deeply.

“Whenever you’re ready, talk to me, yes?”

And so after several more pats on his head, Satoru finally told you everything, about how the higher-ups were relentlessly pressing him to put an end to Yuji, the new kid he recently enrolled to the jujutsu school.

“They're just some paranoid old fools—”

“Mm-hmm.”

“—stinky, cringey, looks depressed most of the time—”

“Heh— now that's just plain disrespect.”

“Yuji is just clueless and just has a lot to learn,” Satoru grumbled sullenly. “They didn't even teach him a thing and incapable to— how dare they? To keep him ignorant and then murder him?”

...oh.

And at that moment, you found clarity. Why he got so worked up, why he got irate this time whereas he was usually insensitive.

First, it was because of your tragic youth. No one protected Haibara from his unfortunate incident and was there for Geto when he needed it the most—which still haunted him to this day.

And secondly, because he himself is a father too. No one deserves their youth being taken away. That has been his moral compass, and the sense grows even stronger ever since the baby was born.

It made something inside you flutter.

“Satoru...” you breathed out, smiling, squeezing him affectionately. “You’re ... a kind person.”

“Huh?”

“You take it upon yourself to mentor those kids,” you mused. “Just look at Megumi and Yuta; they've turned out just fine.”

Truthfully, Satoru didn't consider himself as kind as you made him out to be. At times he felt like he was doing it because it was right, sometimes he thought it was for fun, and at other times, he simply didn't feel like seeing more deaths or wrong paths. And he was sure if you had asked Megumi whether he was a good teacher or not, the grumpy boy would only roll his eyes.

But then, just as he looked up at you, the prettiest smile blossomed on your face, and you said to him—

“And as your wife, I’m... proud of you.”

The way you sincerely told him that made his breath catch in his throat, and his heart pound a little faster.

The woman who has become his everything. This unabashed, pure love you show him.

“Sweets, I—” he suddenly rose, back to on top of you. But his voice faltered, remembering the way he coldly snapped at you earlier. “I...”

You looked up at him innocently. And he swallowed the shame because he had to tell you too.

Because you were so, so incredibly precious to him, and he wanted you to know that.

“…love you,” he mumbled, his beautiful eyes meeting yours with no hesitation. His cheeks were burning, tinted with a shade of pink—and you out of all people knew best that him being embarrassed meant as good as him not being horny—

But before you could point it out, he leaned down towards you, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. There was no trace of the man who was hungry for your body— it was just a long, chaste kiss that contained his feelings for you.

And when he pulled back, both of you were panting slightly, trying to catch your breath. Then, he pursed his lips, his eyes glittery—somehow reminding you of your baby's face just before he cried out for his milk.

“I wanna pay for my sin. Wanna cuddle you too.”

And so you let him. He held you close, his arm under your head and you traced lazy lines on his chest, feeling contented and somewhat giddy.

“You feel that bad, huh?” you chuckled, noticing his continued gloominess.

“I am,” he puffed out his cheeks before pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Because if anyone else dares to tell you off like that, I'll wreck them on the spot.”

“Hmm, how romantic. But come to think about it... you did look a little scary though...”

At that moment, he felt his heart drop, his eyes instantly rounded in alarm, looking at you with dismay.

“No, no, I'm not scary! Wifey, I'm your devoted and loving husband!”

Epilogue

Your morning started with your baby's cries. When you glanced over, Satoru was gone from your bed already. Curious, you made your way to the baby's room, and what you saw there caused you to raise an eyebrow.

"Satoru... what are you...?"

He turned to you with an expression so heartbroken as he rocked his wailing baby. "He keeps crying, I don't know why..."

However, your attention was drawn more to his disheveled appearance. Messy hair, slitted eyes as if he hadn't brushed off sleep, and most of all, the dark eyebags under his eyes.

"Uh, Satoru... give him to me."

When he did, your baby calmed down almost instantly, his sobs turning into light sniffles, and your husband could only scratch his head in confusion.

"Why...? When I tried to look at him, he cried even harder—"

"...no offense, but if I were a baby and someone who looks like a panda holds me up, I'd get scared and cry too."

Satoru let out a theatrical gasp, clutching his chest as he hovered over your baby—

"Nooo! Papa didn't mean to scare you—!"

...but to his horror, your baby turned away from him, hiding his face in your chest instead.

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n3xii · 4 months

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why do you feel stuck?

this spread is designed to help you identify why you are feeling stuck right now, as well as what you can do to get yourself unstuck. take a deep breath and choose an envelope from below

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Pile one-

your current situation: 8 of wands

i honestly think taking action is the biggest hurdle for you, taking the first step and actually taking action may feel bigger than the task itself. perhaps you may have just overcome some hurdles or blockages that might have previously been in the way, and now that the path is clear, it feels impossible to go forward. i also feel that this represents the momentum it takes to get something going, you may feel that your energy ebs and flows, perhaps motivation and passion are fleeting emotions that you cannot rely on to take action. this makes you feel stuck as a consequence.

what do you need to let go of in order to move ahead: the hanged man

ok, i feel like you're waiting for an external force to thrust you into action, you've taken the passive stance towards your own goals because you find it difficult to actually start. you're waiting for something else outside of you to give you the momentum, this could be another person you're waiting on, a sign, the feeling of motivation. but spirit is communicating that this passiveness is something you need to let go of. stop waiting for something else to spring you into action, the first step has to be done by yourself

message from spirit: boundaries

i think establishing some borders between yourself and what you will and will not tolerate is something that can actually help you become unstuck. this can be boundaries with other people, as well as boundaries with yourself, such as what behaviors and treatments you will tolerate towards yourself. people forget that the relationships they have with themselves need boundaries too.

Pile Two-

your current situation- seven of swords

the message im getting with this is self sabotage, you're in a situation where you are trudging upon your own steps forward by looking back, looking to other people, and looking everywhere but in the direction you're going. i feel like you could be comparing yourself to others, even comparing yourself to your past self as well. there may be somehting you feel you need to tuck away to the back of your mind because you perceived it as bad or undesirable.

what do you need to release in order to move ahead: nine of swords

so far im getting that this is an issue occurring mostly on the mental plane which one of the denser energies in someone's aura. this means your thoughts and words need to be something that you become more aware of so you can identify what exactly you are thinking about on a daily basis. journal, get a mood tracker and write your daily thoughts and feelings. become familiar with what you are saturating your mind with. this card tells me that you need to release overthinking, obsessions, and memories. specifically you need to release the recurring thoughts you have, the fears and paranoia that you may have that are causing you to self sabotage.

message from spirit: attraction

you are a powerful person and manifester, you could be spending more of your energy attracting what you want if you wanted to. now can be spent thinking about what you want to attract into your life and what you want to repel from it. your energy is precious, dont fuck with it. instead of comparing yourself or saturating your mind with obsessive, negative thoughts, direct your mental energy towards something that is positive.

Pile three-

your current situation: the star

the star conveys healing, hope, optimism, and a balance between both the physical and spiritual world. you're in a place where you may feel stuck, but you are actually just healing and recovering from something. the star comes after the tower in the tarot, which indicates the healing process after something major has been unraveled, you may feel like you are behind, or that you should be already healed, but let your spirit and body take the time it needs. you are healing from something, mental or physical at this time

what you need to release in order to move ahead: six of pentacles

i feel like you may have this lingering sensation and feeling that you owe other people something, that you aren't keeping your end of a bargain. this could be you feeling the need to maintain balance in a relationship, friendship, work partnerships etc. you may feel that you aren't being fair or balanced in those relationships but that is actually something you need to release. nothing is expected of you at this time, release the sensation that you need to make up for or do something in return.

message from spirit: power + 4 of pentacles

conserve your power, and know that you are powerful. dont expend energy you dont have right now, just hold onto it knowing that you have it. im also getting that ancestral work may be important right now. as you are healing, tapping into your ancestors and your lineage may give you the extra support and power supply that you need to recover. ancestors play an important role in supporting, when channeled you can rely on them to give you the energy and the momentum to support you on your healing energy.

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halucynator · 8 months

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When are you going to post your next fanfic? I have been waiting ages. If you don't want to you can just say so so I can request other people. You aren't letting me request other people while taking your sweet time to write fanfics. Get your life together and start writing or be brave and say you won't write it. It won't kill you to lose a few followers. I know you aren't entitled to but if you don't want to write it just say so. I don't want to wait so long and not be able to request other people. I thought you'd be one of the people who would be consistent with your writing. Guess not. You were one of my faves but honestly now I don't like you anymore. Unfollowing you. Be consistent. Get your life together. Grow tf up. I'm requesting other people.

I never thought I'd have to be serious on this platform but I guess I do.

When I first got this "ask", I thought about ignoring it. Everyone gets hate. But I realise sometimes spreading awareness is more important.

It has come to my attention that people such as the anon above think writers are machines. They seem to think that they are entitled to the writers time and consideration. That is simply not true.

Writers have lives outside of Tumblr and I feel like these people seem to forget that. My uni starts in a couple of days which is the reason for my inconsistency. I need to get stuff prepared to leave my home. It's a very personal and important moment for me and my life. This might be the last time I see my friends and to me writing is just not a priority at the moment because writing takes time and consideration and a lot of thought is put into it so the reading experience is enjoyable for people.

Writing is a hobby for me. I do it for myself. Not other people. I do it when I want to. It's my time. My writing. My blog. It's my hobby. And I love getting requests, I really do! And I love everyone who likes my reading!

When I was young I never thought I'd actually be able to have a fanbase however small that might be. I never thought I'd actually have people that enjoy my writing. I'm grateful for Tumblr to be able to express myself. Writing and expressing yourself to the world is incredibly difficult for some people such as myself so building up the courage to go out into the world well aware of criticism and stuff is tough. And comments like these can easily break it down. Also, I don't know if the person who wrote this is aware but I have ADHD. So I end up making things take wayyyy more time than it should.

Now back to the "ask". I do understand what the anon is trying to say and I'm sure a few people might agree with it and it's fine. But I have three problems with it:

1) I did mention on my pinned posts that requests were closed until further notice and that if they do want to send requests I can't guarantee how long it will take me to write them down.

2) There are nicer ways to say it. If the anon really wanted me to write their request they could've been nicer about it. Messaged me about it or anything else. Because us writers have feelings and we get hurt as well. I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate anyone talking to you like this.

3) I have a life separate to Tumblr and you have no idea what I could be going through. I apologize for not mentioning that I will be off writing for a while. If you want, you can request other Tumblr accounts but I would appreciate it if you mention that you already send a similar request to said Tumblr. I hope you realise this is verbal abuse.

I was trying to figure out who wrote this post (naturally so I could block them and not tend to their request for being so rude as I have self respect) but I only found one Tumblr that unfollowed me on the day this post was written (quite recently actually) since the post mentions it and I only found one Tumblr that I used to be mutes with that unfollowed me (I will not reveal who it is). I refuse to believe that Tumblr wrote this post. Their Tumblr is amazing and I absolutely do not think they are capable of writing such disrespectful things to another Tumblr that always has tended to their request and tried to be as nice to them as possible (another Tumblr such as myself).

If it is that Tumblr who wrote this, I hope you know who you are. I'm terribly disappointed in you. I don't know the reason for that Tumblr unfollowing me anyway (maybe it was an accident or BC I'm inconsistent, either way idrc).

Thank you for reading this and thanks to all of my amazing mutes ❤️

Thanks to Tumblr for letting me have the opportunity to express myself, (usually) without any hate.

Please disregard any hate you get xx I love you 💖 have a good day!!

@psychedeliccc BC they wanted context 💕

#ramblings #i hate this #i hate it here #i cant do this #dissappointed #so disappointed #disgusting #like wtf #wow #wtf is this #entitled #vent post #tw vent #vent #verbal abuse #the disrespect #get over yourself #cant believe this #i hate everything

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pretty-idol-hell · 28 days

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Interesting update to Idol Land today, 4/17/2024. There were some things I expected, and some things I did not expect.

Gaaruru has been added to Idol Land as promised. You can also currently play an open promise with her and Amari doing Go Go! PriPara Live.

Prism Stone Shop has been updated as well...

A lot of old MRs are back! Some Gaaruru stuff! Some Shuka stuff for some reason! Some coords that were only in the premium shop before!

But nothing new?

You could argue that they are re-releasing old coords because the game has a lot of new players recently, from people who discovered the anime to people who turned to Idol Land after the arcade game shut down. I mean, you could argue that. But.

But I just think they are out of coords.

I also find it very strange that they did not re-release Gaaruru's SCR even though they released it before? Did they forget? Or is it coming next week? (Well, that's 3,200 yen I don't have to spend I guess...)

Pop over to the Gatcha to find that...

Gaaruru actually has a birthday gatcha!? I already made another post about this, but the PPR is actually her newest witch team PPR despite not being advertised and her actual birthday coord is an SR. Bizarre.

But also...

The original Evergold gatcha is back too?

Now. You could argue that these revival gatchas make more money than when they first came out because people regret missing out on them and feel more confident spending money now that we can recover our accounts. You could argue that.

But I just think they are out of coords.

Gaaruru gets a birthday promise too! She's the only character to get both a gatcha and a promise! But the promise just has the Gaaruru school coord everyone already has. Why they previewed that and not her actual birthday coord, I do not know...

But, I've saved the most exciting updates for last...

Double Pasharing was added! With two poses: Double heart, and violation ticket... I will make a separate post about this I think! But the new poses are selectable when you host a photo promise.

I believe this feature was teased from the very beginning so I'm confused as to why they waited so long to add it.

Perhaps it was the only thing they had partially developed laying around that they could add.

Also, at long last...

Like many other games, you can now connect Idol Land to your Apple, Google, or LINE account to recover it! So, no more creating a password every 30 days! (Although I probably still will just to be extra safe!)

I will update and reblog my pinned post about this!

And, finally...

When starting up Idol Land today, I noticed it asked me for the first time if I wanted to receive notifications. So, after all this time, the Idol Land app will finally send notifications.

These two features above are very basic and should have been available Day 1.

To think they did not consider if people are reminded about the app and able to recover their accounts, they might want to play more.

*sigh*

#idol land pripara #all these quality of life improvements #when it's already dead

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itsahotminuteinbetween · 9 months

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Heey, back again with Chapter 6 :) Nothing too major goin on here, really. Nothing actually important happens until later. @itsberrydreemurstuff, @bibooby, and @laegume, I saved you all seats. (Also, @andyssilly, thought I might tag you in case you don't see this.)

Uh, before I start our little performance, I have a few lil things I'd like to say reaaal quick. The first is thaaaat... *brp bada brp brp brp boooo (that was a trumpet noise if you couldn't tell)* I have a tag for the fic now! I tagged all the chapters under the title "Where the Stars Don't Shine", so if you type it into my lil thing, it should come up! I'll probably pin a post with a the chapters linked eventually, I just keep forgetting to do it. And the second thing is slightly less important, but thought I might put it here anyways. Guys, I post polls sometimes that help me make decisions on things regarding the chapters. Nothing major, of course, just small tidbits and whatnot, but I'd really appreciate it if more people could vote on those. It's cool though, I don't mind.

Anyways, that's all for now, I guess! Soooo...

On with the show!

Word Count: 1,514

The day thankfully passes by without much issue, though truthfully you were in a daze for most of it. All you remember is the lights being unusually bright (you thought nothing of it) and a puppet show. Sun hadn’t spoken to you since your wake-up, which was a bit of a relief.

Cleaning had been a bit slower on your end. You think Sun had mentioned it at some point, though you could be mistaken. You know for a fact that he told you not to bring your pills to work on account of the kids getting access to them after you took one to ease the sharp throbbing in your head that had not let up after your nap. Strangely, you felt worse afterwards. You were sorely tempted to put in your earbuds, if only to block out that awful buzzing. You refrained, however; you really didn’t need Sun chastising you for the third time today.

You said good night, getting no response, and left. You don’t remember getting home, but you do remember trying to find something to eat in your nearly bare pantry. You found some eggs and semi-decent bread, made french toast, and passed out.

The pounding is not evaded today, either. Your head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, and it takes effort to keep your eyes open. You splash some water on your face as a temporary fix, drink a bit of cough medicine to fight back your sore throat, and head to work.

You head straight for the desk, not bothering to say good morning to the animatronic in charge this time. Your bag hits the floor with a hard thunk, and you open it. You hope you thought to pack a lunch earlier, though you seriously doubt it with your frazzled state.

Evidently, the source of the noise is actually a brick. You’re not even sure how you managed it, but it does explain why it felt so heavy to lug around. You assume it’s Moon’s work and think little else of it, placing it off to the side before Sun spots it and accuses you of vandalism or burglary or something.

From the things you actually packed, most are your typical. Laptop, two books instead of one, earbuds, keys, your phone, and a second set of clothes. No lunch, though you weren’t expecting that one. You do find a granola bar instead, and tuck it in your pocket for safekeeping. Maybe you could eat it on the break you never used.

You interest yourself in the books you brought. You’d already read (book) from cover to cover a dozen times over, but one more couldn’t hurt. The other was one of your additions for the children, and something you were hoping Moon would approve of as well. You hadn’t seen a copy of Brambly Hedge anywhere, but you’d love’d it when you were growing up. They’d liked the Peter Rabbit copy you’d put in, so with any luck, this one would garner a similar reaction.

You remind yourself to bring something for your coworker some other time. Moon may be a prick, but he seemed to get pretty bored when the children fell asleep. Perhaps something to keep him occupied would help, and maybe even get him off your back when the lights cut. What kind of books would he like, though? He’d stolen one of your Sherlock Holmes novels in your first month of work, and you’d caught him peeking over your shoulder on several different occasions when you’d brought your gothic horrors and dystopians, which also tended to mysteriously disappear. You couldn’t just walk up to him and ask, though. Asking either of them for something hardly ever went well.

You brush off the thought and remind yourself to actually request some funding for an idea you’d gotten some time back. The Daycare, action packed and entertaining as it was, didn’t really have much reading material outside of little kiddie books featuring corporate’s mascots, and while you weren’t opposed to donating your old children’s books, some newer ones would probably be more appealing. You’d noticed that Moon also seemed to enjoy the greater variety. He tended to gravitate towards classics and fables for naptime, though you made sure to only plant a few at a time do as not to arouse suspicion. You were pretty sure they thought it was the higher-ups’ doing, and you weren’t going to be the one to correct them.

You whip around, scanning the Daycare for any sign of the animatronic before taking off with the book in hand, shelving it among the other books you’d brought. You walk back to the desk, feeling almost proud of yourself, until a voice pipes up behind you. “Friieeend, what are you dooing?”

For the record, despite what the security cameras captured, you did not screech and trip over nothing.

You flip over and jump back up onto your feet, hastily responding to fend off any conclusion he’d make about this. “Who’s doing something? Me? No, I’m not doing anything, nothing at all.”

Yeah, that didn’t sound suspicious at aaaall, nice going.

Sun’s faceplate turns, static grin growing wider with each click. “Reeeally now? Because it seems to me like you were trying to sneak something from the shelf.”

Great. Now he thinks you’re a thief.

You shake your head frantically, crossing your arms to further prove a point. “No, no I’m not, promise.” Yeah, that’ll help, Y/N, way to seem like a criminal.

His face reverts to its normal position, and you think you’re in the clear (until) he speaks up again. “Glad to be wrong then! Still, I think I’d rather be safe than sorry. You wouldn’t mind if I checked, would you?”

This smug little- You shoot him a strained smile and a thumbs-up that does not display your panic in any way. “Nnnnnnope, go right ahead!”

His own smile stretches. He stoops down to your height and surveys the shelf, default smile forming an unreadable expression that you’re not sure you want to uncover the meaning of. He speaks after a few moments. “This wasn’t here earlier.” He taps the spine of the newly added Brambly Hedge on the shelf for emphasis.

You swallow, arms locked at your sides. You question whether you’d prefer him accusing you of thievery or stupidity.

He pulls it out and flips through the pages, gaze snapping back to you quizzically.

“How did it get here?” He muses out loud, putting you on the spot with a look that makes you freeze.

Your brain races to find an acceptable response other than the actual truth, and lying will only get you in more trouble.

You pause. Moon can’t know.

“Is Moon listening?” you probe.

He pauses, rays doing a half-spin before he responds, “Not at the moment.”

You seriously doubt that, but it’ll have to do.

You’re so screwed.

You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, rushing what you want to say at speeds that leave your lungs gasping as you stumble over your words. “I noticed the older kidsandsometimesMoon get bored so I thought I could bring some booksforthemfromhome but I haven’t asked management forper-permissionyetIwasgonnadothatintoday’sreportsorryandthekidsreallylikedperterrabbitsoithoughtmaybethey’dlikethisonetoopleasedon’ttellmoonormanagementIcan’tlosethisjob.”

Your eyes are tightly screwed shut by the end of your tirade, hands clenched into fists. You peek an eye open to find Sun not in front of you, but on the other side of the room.

Yep, you are so dead when naptime rolls around.

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Sun was at a sort of standstill with this new information. You were the one responsible for those books mysteriously piling up on their shelves, out of your own pocket, and you hadn’t thought to ask management?

He hadn’t been lying when he told you Moon was absent: his brother was never active when Sun was out, preferring to stay offline unless called upon.

He should tell Moon. This was probably something he’d want to know, something that could possibly get you fired.

He paused. Would it get you fired? On one hand, you were required to report everything, including any changes you requested. On the other, you were the one paying for said changes, which meant the company didn’t have to do it themselves. If anything, they’d probably just issue you off with a warning and make you pay for everything.

Besides, while the Daycare was practically perfect in his humble opinion, he did have to admit he appreciated the new additions, and he wasn’t going to refuse the benefits, even if they were from you.

Sun had a feeling his brother wouldn’t agree.

Another lightbulb flickered on in his head. You’d bought the books. He wondered what else you’d brought under the guise of management.

He sighed, conflicted. You were right, the kids did like Peter Rabbit, along with every other book you’d brought in.

He supposed he could keep this little revelation to himself. Not for you, he reasoned, but for the kids. And speaking of the kids, a handful of them were already entering through the doors now, signaling the start of the day.

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Aaaaand that's a wrap! Hope that was up to standard :) Y/N seems to be getting a little worse, hehehe...and I suuure hope Moon doesn't find out about all this, that would make for an interesting confrontation...But yeah, the Assistant's basically been funding most of the stuff for the Daycare at this point. They buy groceries when Management forgets to, restocks for emergency supplies and cleaning stuff, and buys new things for the kids sometimes.

#sorry to bother #don't mind me #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf moon x reader #Moondrop x reader #Sundrop x reader #fnaf moon x y/n #fnaf sun x y/n #Where the Stars Don't Shine

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Just wondering, what’s ur agenda look like rn? Like what kinda stuff r u workin on

IMPORTANT !!

°ɷ° Alright, everyone, here is some extra information about myself. I'm preparing for one of the world's most difficult exams, which will take place in 2025. I've been on Tumblr since the middle of February, and you guys have been really supportive.

°ɷ° I make an effort to post ffs in response to my requests, but I can't do it all at once. My busy schedule and my studies prevent me from finding time to post my own fan fiction.

°ɷ° Oh yes, I usually don't find yaoi characters x reader, so I want to fix that issue. Right now, I'm working on JINX, soon gonna post it (others are still being conceptualised).

°ɷ° Please continue to support me even though I might have to shut Tumblr soon because of my examinations. You all inspire me to write and have contributed to my pastime development. My requests may occasionally be closed, but they are promptly reopened.

°ɷ° Find my writings here

°ɷ° Moreover I also want to mention, apart from jjk, I have watched Demon Slayer, One piece, Chainsawman, Naruto, Attack on Titan, Tokyo revengers, Blue lock, MHA, spy x family. I'd love to post their fics as well. So please be patient until then if you like any of them, and don't forget to request a fic with any of those characters. Aside from those stated in my pinned post, I write everything, so don't be hesitant about telling me what you want. Remember to read my rules before requesting.

°ɷ° I'm hoping that in 2025, my exam go well and I can start posting every day.

°ɷ° Oh, how could I forget. I need to confess something. This is the account of my pookie @smashhed <3 I adore him, and he helps me with all of my writing—editing and other stuff. I am truly grateful for a hooman such as him. HE IS MY BIGGEST SUPPORTER

#notice #this is important #important #asks #anime #jjk #csm #mha #demon slayer #tokyo revengers #aot #one piece #naruto #blue lock #spy x family #daddy k!nk

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bullet-prooflove · 2 months

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Thursday ‘Kings & Queens’ Radio Prompt List

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

Been two years since he left me

The way you smile, the way you walk

He's only here for one thing But (so am I)

I'll show you how a real queen behaves,

I wish that when you walked in, I could hide it

Baby, I wanna drink you in like oxygen

A black leather jacket, A bad reputation, Insatiable habits

I throw my phone into a lake And watch it sink to a better place, down at the bottom

But queens are free to go wherever they like

You can either lead, follow or get out the way

I wish that when we touched, there wasn't lightnin'

I swear on my life that I've been a good girl Tonight, I don't wanna be her

She say I make her wet

Good to know that you got free That town I know was keeping you down on your knees

These bruises make for better conversation

He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe

And I'm stumbling drunk, getting in a car

That girl know what she want, she make me take it off when she see me

They say he likes a good time

I think my life might be better if I lived in Colorado

You say you wish our hearts had better timin'

Sometimes I wish that I could see you one more day

My mind is a place that I can't escape your ghost

I know too well how, it feels when you fall

Once I start breathin' fire, you can't tame me

Yeah, I said, "If you kiss me I might let it happen"

I don't want my best dressed day in a casket

She came with you and then left with me

Please don't fix a thing, whatever you do

And I'll admit, it would be nice To meet some guy who's not my type

'Cause it's 3am

And I'm calling everybody that I know

I've walked through hell, and I've battled the storms

Days pass by and my eyes stay dry, and I think that I'm okay

Darling, I just left the bar

It's good to let you in again

'Cause one of us is always holdin' somebody else

Cause maybe there I'd like myself Work on my mental health

We would pop champagne and raise a toast

I lost my chance when you met him

So take me to the Heavens now

Make a fuckin' move it would make my fuckin' day

And the both of us are gettin' good at foolin' ourselves

Wishing you were around but now it's too late

No damsel in distress, don't need to save me

She's in Queens with the man of her dreams

Sit around and get high, sippin' some white wine out the bottle

They say that the time will heal it, the pain will go away

Yeah, I'm a wreck since you've been gone

Can't live without me, you wanna, but you can't,

One more rainy day without you

Disobey me, then baby, it's off with your head

ten years, is that what it's been?

Tell me, how am I supposed to move on?

But it's an empty dream That shit's not meant for me

But everything, it reminds me of you and it comes in waves

And meet some young ex-wife We'd start a brand new life

I choose the devil I know Over the heaven I don't

These days I'm becoming everything that I hate

Leaving you makes me wanna cry

I would love to fix it all for you

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writing-for-life · 5 months

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Thank you for an amazing 2023!

About metas, fics and sparkly things…

This won’t be short, but you wouldn’t expect that from me, would you? 🤣

I’ve been on Tumblr for just a bit over a year because I needed to get off my family’s back after my three decades long Sandman brain-rot got worse again due to the Netflix series. I hovered around a handful of followers for months until things exploded (I still don’t know why tbh, I think it was one particular meta that kicked things off a bit), and I somehow ended up with hundreds of followers, which might not be much to some, but it’s a lot for me.

So to all of you I’d like to say: Thank you for being here. I don’t always manage to stay on top of things because my notifs are a mess and I lose track, plus I have a rather busy life and can often only write in batches and then queue, but each of you is appreciated, even if I accidentally forget to get back to you or if we aren’t mutuals.

I’ve made such lovely connections over the last year—my interest in The Sandman definitely does not align with the main focus that shan’t be named, and I’m glad that you folks are out there. You probably know who you are.

Now to the obligatory “your posts wrapped” thing—and I’m only doing it because I need to make a point (of course I do 🤣).

News and art

My by far most successful posts have been casting/shooting news and pretty pictures (two examples are linked). And I’m grateful for all the reblogs and likes of those, but apart from curating them, they’re not really me. They’re someone else’s work.

Meta analysis

Then you have my metas, which make up the bulk of the other posts that are doing quite well (you can find all of them in my pinned post).

Even if it wasn’t my most “successful” one (what does that even mean?), this one meant the most to me:

I love writing metas, whether they cover literary concepts, psychology, music or art because I’m a permanently brain-frazzled multi-hyphenate who has to talk about everything that won’t leave her alone.

I also love when you’re sending me asks btw. For the latter, I hope they pick up again in 2024 because they really nosedived since I switched off anonymous asks (which I won’t change, soz) after some people just thought it’s good sport to be an arse about my not being here to pray at the altar of the ship. I guess we have briefly covered the ugly side of Tumblr, too, then.

Writing

But what I'm most proud of when I think of all the things I've done in 2023 is my fiction and poetry. And that's both a happy and slightly sad thing to address.

My 31 Haikus for Sandtober started as a bit of fun, but they’ve developed a life of their own, and people seemingly liked them. The post also contains a bit of my fan-art:

I still intend to turn them into a hardcover at some point, but I won’t be able to create all the artwork myself, so if you’re a fan-artist and want to know what I’m thinking of, please get in touch (I’ll still talk about this in more detail at some point though).

The other thing I’m incredibly proud of is “The Light of Stars”.

I started it as a NaNoWriMo project in 2022 (I always use NaNo to do something that is less stressful than my professional writing projects), wrote it in a bit more than a month—and then did nothing with near 80,000 words until June 2023.

And then I thought “Fuck it,” and published it on Ao3. It’s a canon x OC fic, and this is where it gets a bit sad. Because for most of us writers, these are never the posts that get most engagement (the ratio is really something like 100 : 1 — 500 for a shitpost, 5 for an average writing post).

On Ao3, it gradually picked up because I published chapter after chapter, and I think I can say that it’s done fairly well over there in terms of engagement for an OC fic, and above all how people engage with it. Because it’s a bit deeper despite being romance, it deals with heavy topics like grief, and I’m so glad to have touched a few people’s hearts with it, and that it was meaningful to them. So much so that you all convinced me to write a sequel.

But here’s the thing: The general engagement with writing, especially non-explicit, non-ship, non-readerY/N on Tumblr is very, very low.

Writers who write canon x OC are still struggling to be heard through the noise (it’s not just me, I’ve had many conversations about this, so I’ll just say: I’ll speak for many of us). There are basically hardly any events for us to participate in (most of us only ever do so if we shift to canon one-shots, poetry or metas. If we don’t: Again, no one cares), and fandom often actively chooses to ignore us because “all OCs are self-inserts, ew.” Which is patently not true, and I could go on a long rant now why many canon x canon fics are very obvious self-inserts, which I won’t.

But even if all OCs were self-inserts, even if all characters were—so what? All writing is to a degree based on self-insertion because it comes from our brains—it’s not a bad thing. But apparently, it becomes a bad thing if the character is an OC, heaven knows why.

So if I had one wish (I’m allowed one, right?) for 2024, it would be that people engage more with OC fics and include them more in community events. That fandom, which prides itself in community, includes writers who don’t write for (the main) ship/s a bit more, especially if they don’t write smut (which I personally even do professionally, but I don’t want to have to do it in fanfic just to get engagement). I’m not holding my breath because I know that’s not where fandom’s oft single-minded focus lies, but a girl can dream, right?

And with that, I want to get to my proudest accomplishments of them all:

Being the curator queen of the sparkle realms:

Being one (arguably the main) instigator of the maddest crack ship that has ever graced (?) the face of the earth, spawned the most unhinged discussion (much truth in it though 🤣) and even NSFW fanart. I promise I’ll write that fic about Murphy and his Cool Hat:

Have a lovely 2024!

#2023 wrapped #the sandman #sandman #sandman meta #sandman fanfiction #sandman fanart #sparkle content #sparklecontent #murphy and his cool hat

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I've been meaning to make a pinned post for a while now, so...

HI!! Welcome to my blog!!! :D

I'm Camms/Sunny, I go by He/they, and I'm not giving my age srry (but im a minor).

I'm matching PFPs with my beloved @buttercup-flower-x (my love my boyfriend my world my everything yesyes wahoo!!!) and my child @kqth320 (trust me totally)!!!!! 🎀🎀🎀

My obsessions are Spike Chunsoft games (read: Danganronpa and Rain Code), Persona 5, Outer Wilds, Scott Pilgrim (a bit.), Project Sekai, Vocaloids in general (if u come up to me just to tell me vocaloid fans who got into it through proseka are fake fans uh. Dont 😶), a lot of extremely niche media (The Orbital Children or An Untitled Story for example), A Hat In Time AND THIS MFING EMOJI 🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀!!!!!!! I have a thousand OCs, and even more AUs!! :3

I draw (traditional+digital) Ocs and Fanart, I code, I sing, I write, and some other stuff ^^

You can find me on AO3 @/Jellyfish_Grave where I post some AU stuff (and sometimes even some OCs. Rn it's mainly just OCs but I have something that's cooking in the oven :3).

I'm also on instagram but I'm completely innactive. Might add my username once I start posting on there again.

Classic DNI applies, but there really isn't any point saying so. Oh and DNI if you're a fandom purist. Like you only want perfect healthy stuff be created for fandoms. I'm too lazy to explain my arguments, so I'll just block you if you don't respect that! Just be nice, and don't start shipping discourse ty ❤

Anyone is welcome to DM me, but I will block you if you make me uncomfy or if you actively hate one of my favs. Nothing against you ^^

I will be horny on main at times. It's rare so I generally don't wanna make an alt just for that, but be warned. I might consider making a tag just for it so people can block it but yeah.

Blog tags are:

#Camma the drawer (art tag)

#Camma rambles (where i ramble abt shit)

#camms lore??? (Vent tag) (I will not get offended if u block it. I created it so u can block it. Just don't reblog these ^^)

#Cam Ocs (for any oc related content)

#camma fics tag (self explanatory! Posts with links to my fics.)

My sideblogs are these!!

@daigo-rikuto (my p5 protagonist's blog)

@paler-entries (hasnt been updated in a while, unreality blog)

@sanananananananan (one of my p5 oc's blogs. Very empty. Bleh)

Some ships you can expect on this blog (so if they trigger you, you can leave and be on your way safely o7): Akeshu (P5, Goro Akechi×protagonist); Timebuddies (Outer Wilds, Gabbro×Player Character); Scollace (SPVTW, Scott Pilgrim×Wallace Wells); Komahina (Sdr2, Hajime Hinata×Nagito Komaeda); Makoyuma (MDA:RC, Yuma Kokohead×Makoto Kagutsuchi), and some more I'm probably forgetting. I'm generally a multishipper but those are my main ones!

All of my OCs will be tagged with their full name (except the few that don't have family names, in which case the tag sample will be [story they're from] [name]).

Don't scroll too far into my danganronpa art, I was a cringe kid back then. Cringe as in had unlimited access to internet so that did not turn out well. Please don't harass me over like 2 year old posts thx

#pinned post time!!!#camma rambles #and i think....thats everything!!#if ur a mutual of mine u probably already know this but you can ask for a “dont look!!” tag so you can avoid seeing specific posts of mine #- on your dash. just ask!!

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orphanbasement · 4 days

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pinned post

^ my kin list put on that Weezer album cover

Lucius / Vega, but preferably Lucius - 18+ - he/him - transgender man. Your sleepiest mutual. I am described by a friend to be strange with bug-like tendencies. I have been assigned as having every fetish under the sun by my friends as well, and only some are accurate. Primarily into Fate, Fear & Hunger and Fire Emblem. Ostensibly a roleplayer and vaguely a hobbyist artist.

Posts made by me are tagged as *#posts from the orphanbasement", which I did not realise at the time of making it made me sound self-important. Like I'm THE orphanbasement. Deeply personal posts are tagged simply as "#personal"

I inconsistently tag NSFW and flat out do not tag spoilers. Please ask me if you need anything triggering tagged, but bear in mind I might forget. Things are tagged like "#insects" or "#drug use" - no word censorship nor "#tw insects" kinda stuff.

Say hi if you read this :D (not actually mandatory)

"vega sweetie being in pain all the time isn't normal" - Dave

"saw vega say clump and immediately pictured him spitting out a hairball like a sopping wet cat" - Store

"u can accuse vega of anything n have a 65% chance of just being right, 25% chance of the possibility existing, a 5% chance he's considered it and a 5% chance of just being wrong" - Phi

"anyway. Did not drink on my birthday last night because of Barnyard which really epitomises Vega" - Vega

"I want to pause in appreciation of the most Vega sentence imaginable" - Churl after I fucked up my neck dancing to Hannah Montana

"As far as we know, Vega could be on top of a corpse right now" - Leo

"one day ur gonna send a screenie and it’s just gonna be kirei with cat ears getting backshots in a maid outfit" - Store

"i feel like Vega is starting to sound like Kirei" - Tofu

"there is only so long I can tolerate your grubby minion antics" - Dave

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sailoropal · 7 months

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My Pinned Bio / Summary

Hallo // This pinned bio makes it easier to explain myself, this blog, and what content will likely be spammed with it. As well as reaching out to other fans also thriving here, heh.

I must quickly clarify I do interact with 18+ content, so please, minors DNI and everyone else, proceed with caution; however, this post is SFW, hah!

About Me:

I go by Fae or Spec (She/They).

I am 24 years old - ENFP and queer [not a shock considering my sailor moon core]

A recent postgrad burnout woman who has resigned from the stressful 9 - 5 STEM grad job I had to now work as a disability student support worker. There's a lot more flexibility in this role that allows me to have passions and personality outside my Degrees and Academics, haha!

Regarding birth charts and for the sake of astrology I am Taurus Sun, Capricorn Moon, and Sagittarius Rising.

I have ASD - Like many women, I was late diagnosed due to many in my community dismissing my observational signs as "quirks" and "A wee bit away with the fae". I masked a lot in my life, but I realize it is essential for my mental health to unmask where possible.

My first language is Gàidhlig; later in my life, I learned English when I wanted to move from the Scottish isles, where I grew up. So, if you have a DnD/OC character influenced by Celtic Myth/Gaelic culture, I am happy to give advice and commentary.

Anime/Shows:

Attack on Titan, Avatar-The Last Airbender, Aggretsuko, Anohana, Bleach, Berserk, Chainsaw Man, Devilman Crybaby, Digimon, Dororo, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Made in Abyss, My Hero Academia, Naruto, One Piece, Pokémon, Sailor Moon, Shiki, Yu-gi-oh!, Yu Yu Hakusho, Lovely Complex, My Love Story!!, Wonder Egg Priority, Romantic Killer, Toradora, RWBY, ROTTMNT, Adventure Time, Bee and Puppycat, and a TON of K-dramas/C-dramas/J-dramas - atm I am watching a K-drama called The Glory and my most absolute fave is Strong Girl Bong-Soon.

I am starting the likes of Jujutsu Kaisen, Demon Slayer, and I am open to more recommendations!

Video Games:

Animal Crossing, Bloodborne, Baldur's Gate 3, Fire Emblem, Bravely Default, Cult of the Lamb, Dark Souls, Diablo, Hades, Stardew Valley, Rune Factory, Monster Hunter, Minecraft, Resident Evil, Street Fighter, Mortal Kombat, The Sims, Style Savvy DS series (Dress-up Games are my weakness), Pokémon, Super Princess Peach (also looking forward to the switch release!)

Okay, I am also obsessed with Dating Horror Games:

John Doe, Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack, DachaBo!, Frost Bite, My Dear Hatchet Man, House Hunted.

(I know Your Boyfriend is a popular one - the game is fun, but I am not a fan of the creator.)

I intend to play the likes of Touch Starved, Courtin' Cowboys, Snaggemon, Trapped with Jester, and more, heh. :^

Books:

I read a lot of Fanfiction alongside actual works by Elizabeth Lim, Sue Lynn Tan, Sarah J Maas, Judy Lin - Anything that is literally Chinese Mythic Based Plot, and Fae Smut, if I gotta be honest with you PFFT. I am on Booktok a ton, so recommendations are appreciated while I organise my Kindle.

Roleplay/Writing:

I have been roleplaying/writing since about 15/16, so I have a few years of writing experience creating OCs and writing out RP Ideas. I went on an extended hiatus as I finished university and took time off to deal with my mental health as I settled into a new routine. I am currently not outright seeking RP partners as I slowly find the time to write again, but I am open to people reaching out to discuss their OCs and RP ideas!

I am such a recluse who will binge fanart, headcanons, and fanfics - I love listening to people talk about their OCs, Fanfics, AUs, and the works. If you share my hyperfixations, don't hesitate to infodump! I might get distracted and forget to respond- but I WILL respond.

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antisocialxconstruct · 1 year

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#maybe I gotta post that little snippet later 🤔

post it post it post it 👀

LOL well if you're gonna twist my arm about it......

It starts very abruptly because I had intended to drop it into a larger piece but that larger piece isn't coming together so for now.... 1k of angst-tinged tenderness 😔

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Just as Ilya’s attention drifts down the hall and they turn away he reaches out, hand trailing down their forearm to linger around their wrist, and when they turn back to face him he throws his other arm around their shoulders and draws them in close. He can feel the ripple of tension that passes through them, for no more than the length of a heartbeat, before their body settles into the embrace.

“You didn’t have to do any of this,” he says, breathing the words into the warmth of their throat as he rests his head against their shoulder.

“You keep saying that,” they point out, lacing their fingers together at the small of his back. “Like it wasn’t the only choice that made any sense.”

None of this makes any sense, Maksim thinks, but he doesn’t argue as the moment stretches quietly into another second. Another. When he lifts his head away he can still feel the air stretched tight between them. A tether–or something more active. A magnetic pull as Ilya’s eyes lock with his, two opposing forces drawn back together into something natural and inevitable.

Then that moment bursts like a soap bubble as Ilya lets out the unmistakable snort of a poorly stifled laugh.

Maksim doesn’t lean any further back but he does narrow his eyes. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing, sorry,” Ilya replies quickly. “I just remembered the last time I asked if you were about to kiss me and you nearly decked me for it.”

Maksim holds their gaze for another beat. Then he leans in, places a light kiss along their jaw, another against the soft skin just below their ear, and in his gentlest, most confidential tone, he tells them, “I still might if you’re going to make this weird.”

Ilya’s hands unclasp just to wander up the curve of his back and rest against his shoulders. Their grip is light but he can’t ignore the way they’re holding him in place, the fact that if he tried to step away it would be easy for them to stop him. Even without seeing it he can hear the grin plainly in their voice as they respond, “if you think threats are going to make me behave better then there’s been a serious miscommunication between us.” Maksim pulls back again, just enough to properly take in the pleased little smirk that they flash him to punctuate the comment.

There’s a shift then, something in the stream of his thoughts abruptly changing direction, catching on a hook in the midst of the natural current. It registers as an invitation- no. A challenge, like Ilya is daring him to…

He’s got the collar of their jacket in both fists before he can think about it and he shoves, just hard enough for them to hit the wall with a startled huff that turns into a muffled exclamation against his lips as he kisses them–deep, insistent bordering on aggressive. But there’s an underlying note of desperation to it that Maksim can feel in his own gut, a need for something he can’t name but is suddenly convinced, on some fundamental level, that he could finally have. Something Ilya could give him, that he could find in them–in the way they relax into the kiss just as quickly as they relaxed into the hug, the way they invited this and then surrendered to it so easily. He can feel their hands balled up in the fabric of his shirt and now they are holding him fast, telling him stay here, stay. There’s a stability, a realness to being held that he had allowed himself to forget. A feeling of certainty in being this close to another person, feeling the rise and fall of their breath and the warmth of their skin. Of course he would stay, he would dissolve into this moment, fall into Ilya’s orbit like a captured moon, let himself be pinned through the chest and held in place forever-

Then the rational part of his brain finally catches up only to bring the rest of it to a stuttering halt as it cries out you can’t, you can’t have this, you can’t want this. He breaks away with a sharp inhale, a breathless silence hanging between them as he leans back into Ilya’s arms still wrapped around him. They let their head tip back to thump softly against the wall, seemingly unaware of his sudden discomfort as they study him with an expression that’s difficult to read. Eyes a little wide, skin darkened by a subtle flush across their cheeks and the wry twist of a smile just barely tugging at the corner of their lips again. Maksim’s chest constricts with growing unease and he lets his gaze fall, grasping for something to settle on other than their eyes.

As they so often are, Ilya is the one to find the nerve to break that silence, though they still sound a little stunned. “Sure, that’s one way to shut me up I guess.”

“Sorry,” Maksim utters, and the contrition feels wrong on his tongue, feels like someone else speaking for him. He doesn’t want to apologize. There are so many things that he does want but he’s pushing them all back down below the surface where they’re quiet. Where it’s safe.

“I’m… not complaining.” There's a note of surprise in their tone… at hearing themself say it? Or just at the fact that Maksim needed to hear it? It doesn't matter, he doesn’t want to know what they’re thinking. He wills his hands to loosen, to let Ilya go, and is at once both relieved and disappointed when they take it as a signal to do the same and allow him to step away. It's for the best, he tells himself. Because what he wants won't be good enough, it won't be enough, it never is, and he can't bear the thought of facing that frustration and disappointment again. Not from Ilya, not after all this. Best to never let it come to that.

#ghost city #maksim girard #ilya kasharin #Maksim has some Trauma™ around being ace and not having his boundaries respected in the past #and his solution has mostly been to repress any impulse toward physical affection for fear of '''sending the wrong signals'''#so he's initially unsettled by the intensity of his feelings for Ilya bc another ~miscommunication~ like that could ruin everything :(#it never occurs to him to just ask otherwise he'd know Ilya's also ace LOL #rom fiction

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thesunandmoons-blog · 2 years

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30 days.

darlin and david lore no ships rlly

zozo-01 quinn fucking with david by sending him photos of darlin’s injured body and soundbites of them screaming in pain

i think this is absolutely the best thing i’ve ever posted on this account, if i’m being completely honest. i saw a post from a mutual and i knew i needed to write a story based around it!! pls enjoy :D

tags : @zozo-01 @gavinsdeviant

cw/tw : kidnapping, hurt/comfort, abuse, blood, humiliation, self-care issues, just very angsty and not happy, but there is a good ending

Word count : 4,521

Fandom : redacted asmr

Pair : sam/darlin, but the relationship is not the main aspect of the story

if you wanna read on ao3!!

It had been weeks since Darlin’ had been taken.

Nobody could remember exactly how long, always estimating between 3 to 4 weeks, but Sam knew exactly how long. It was 3 weeks and 4 days. He couldn’t forget that, not when they’d done this for him.

Quinn was in their apartment, Darlin’ with their back against the wall, drifting in and out of consciousness. Sam stood between the wolf and vampire, bearing his fangs at Quinn, damn well knowing it wasn’t going to be enough to make him back off.

It had been a quick fight between Quinn and Sam, if you could even call it a fight. As hard as Sam had been trying, he’d been too weak, in the moment, to truly beat a vamp turned by old blood. Darlin’ could only sit there, arms draped on the floor as they were slumped against the wall.

They swallowed a thick lump that had formed in their throat, head lolling back at they were finally able to look at Quinn, him locking eyes with them. Sam was bloodied on the floor, laying on his stomach as his cheek was pressed against the cold floor, also covered in his blood.

“Ju-,” they coughed, spitting out the blood that was in their mouth onto the floor, continuing their sentence by saying, “Just take me. Leave him alone- he’s got nothing to do with this, Quinn.” Again, Darlin’ goes into a coughing fit, and Sam’s eyes were pinned onto them.

He was trying to reach his hand out to them- anything. There was no way they’d just said that. His Darlin’. They never gave into anything like that.

But this was different. Now Sam was getting the short end of the stick, so short that it might as well have not been there at all.

Briskly walking towards them, promply stepping on Sam’s hand, Quinn now stood in front of Darlin’, holding his hand out for them. “As much as I would love for you to put up more of a fight, my little puppy, this will have to do.” He bent over at the hips, hooking an arm behind their back and another behind their knees.

That was the last moment Sam had seen them before he had started drifting in and out of consciousness. Thank the gods that David had asked Sam to text him when they made it back to Darlin’s place, and thank the gods that he hadn’t had the chance to send that message. The consistent buzzing on his phone for the last 10 minutes meant that David was probably on his way, along with back up.

But that didn’t matter. Darlin’ was long gone. And the worst part?

It was voluntary.

David and Asher had found Sam on the floor of Darlin’s apartment. The place reeked of blood- Quinn, Sam, and Darlin’s blood, but mainly the latter two.

It had almost taken a full 24 hours of Sam sleeping, after the healing magic that was poured into him, to recover enough to form coherent sentences to David, explaining everything that had happened. How he was about to text, but Quinn had been waiting for Darlin’. They’d been ambushed, and he couldn’t get the text message through fast enough. How Darlin’ sacrificed themself for his sake, which sent him into a flurry of tears everytime he mentioned it.

Sam wasn’t usually one to have crying fits, especially not in front of people that weren’t Vincent or Darlin’, but this had to be an exception. Guilt had built itself a nest in his stomach, and it was eating him alive.

They had to find Darlin’. There was to question about it.

***

Over the past 25 days, there had been a few close calls when it came to finding Darlin’. It was almost like their scent had been spread around random areas of Dahlia, trying to offput and turn the Shaw Pack and Solaire Clan around. As much as everybody hates Quinn, he was damn smart and knew exactly what he was doing.

Over the past 25 days, many messages, photos and voice clippings, had been sent to David’s phone by multiple random numbers. In the beginning, it would catch him by surprise, seeing a random phone number text him, and upon opening the message the feeling of dread and horror overcoming his senses.

Over the past 25 days, Darlin’ had been beaten, bitten, spit on, anything you can think of, Quinn had done it. Not only had he done it, but he’d photographed it or recorded it and sent it to the Alpha of the esteemed Shaw Pack.

The videos always had a defiant Darlin’ in them, that low growl or a snarl coming from them before being kicked and beaten back into submission to him. No proof from Quinn had shown that Darlin’ was giving up anytime soon, until that video.

That one specific video that really fucked David up-

“Hey, mutt, smile for the camera! Go ahead, say hello to those pathetic, wet dogs you call family. C’mon, you can do it!” Darlin’s head had lifted, eyes squinting under the flash of the phone’s camera. “Good puppy! See, now it’s not too difficult to follow some fucking instructions, hm? Oh, little wolf, my soulmate who just wasn’t meant to be.” They’d only whimpered in response, that alone showing David how much Quinn had torn them down. How much he’d managed to tear them apart, leaving them on the concrete piece by piece. Even if he did continue to kick and beat them, he wouldn’t need to. The video had ended right after that.

Not only could David tell how emotionally and mentally ripped apart they were, but he could see it too. Physically. From what he could see, they were covered in many new bruises, bites, cuts, and... cigarette burns. David had known that Darlin’ used to smoke up until they’d met Sam, but the thought of who threw them into that habit had never crossed his mind.

Darlin’ had truly given up.

***

It was day 30, and nobody was letting up the search for Darlin’. There had been look outs and searched day and night, team members taking shifts and switching out for breaks. Even the smallest leads they would trail on. Anything that smelled remotely like Darlin’ or Quinn was followed until the trail was lost.

All trails had been lost at this point.

They all knew Quinn was fucking with them- taking Darlin’s scent and spreading it wherever he could to throw them off.

There was one fatal mistake that Quinn had made though. His ego was getting the best of him, but he’d been oblivious to that.

With his huge ego telling him he was unstoppable, he called David.

David doesn’t think he’s ever picked up the phone at 11:36pm faster in his entire fucking life. Any random numbered phone call and text message was at least answered or read, just to be safe, and he was damn glad that he picked up this call.

“Oh, hello Alpha! It’s so sickening to know you’re still desperately searching for my little wolf. My. Wolf.” As much as David was listening to Quinn’s voice, he was listening to the background, trying to pull out any kind of information from background noise as possible. Leaves rustling. Crunching tree branches under Quinn’s feet.

He was leaving a forest, or some heavily wooded area.

“Just thought I would give you a curtesy call- celebrating a whole month back together with my little mutt! They’ve finally learned their place again, and let me tell you how great it feels to finally have my property back in my hands. Thanks for roughing them up all those years just so I could tear it all down. Bye bye now! Talk to you soon, puppy.” With venom dripping from his words, Quinn hung up the call.

David immediately was calling anybody he could think of in the pack, including Sam. He finally had some kind of lead and idea of where Darlin’ would be.

***

Quinn, having just fed on Darlin’, and also being around them every minute of every day, was covered in their scent. Whether that was good or bad, he loved it. He loved all of it. As he walked through the forest, ending his phone call with David, he didn’t realize that he had left a perfectly distinguishable scent trail straight back to the cabin where Darlin’ was being kept.

He didn’t have a worry in this world- he’d been doing this at least a few times a week. Quinn would get tired of Darlin’, chewing on them and using them how he pleased, and would leave. Would go to try and find another way to fulfill his ‘needs’. Whether that meant more blood ‘cause Darlin’ wasn’t regenerating it fast enough, or that meant something else, he would go to outside sources to obtain it.

He would drain anyone to get his fill.

***

Anybody David could round up was shifted and sprinting through that forest.

Asher, Milo, Christian, Arden, anybody.

Sam.

The vampire was adamant on finding his Darlin’. His mate. Nothing had mattered to him more in those 30 days than finding them. He will find them and he will find them alive.

He will also be ripping Quinn apart with his bare fucking hands.

As skilled as the noses of the wolves were, nothing would beat Sam’s sense of smell to find Darlin’. Sure, all wolves out on the search had used an item of theirs to get an idea of their scent, but Sam didn’t need that. He knew what they smelled like- he couldn’t ever forget something like that.

With a howl in the distance, Sam stopped his paces, turning to look directly at David, whom he had been searching with. Because Sam wouldn’t have the ability to howl as a call-to-action to the rest of the pack, David had decided it would be best if they went together, just in case.

Long strides and even faster steps quickly closed the distance between all wolves and the howler- Asher. Asher had picked up on a scent, circling one of the random, old oaks.

David, this smells like them. It smells like they were almost wiped onto the tree- I don’t know how to describe it. It just smells exactly like that t-shirt Sam gave us.

He’d given a knowing nod to Asher, looking at the rest of the wolves, but Sam wasn’t sure what was happening. He wasn’t a part of this telepathic link connection thing that Darlin’ had told him about before.

It wasn’t long before everybody split into 3 groups, David shifting back to his human form. “Sam,” David put his hands on Sam’s shoulders, continuing, “we have a trail. And it’s not going cold this time, I promise you.”

Sam lead David and Asher, who were currently shifted, along the scented trail. The closer they were getting to the cabin, the stronger Darlin’ scent became along the trees. However, the only thing about this scent was that it was becoming mixed with something else. Something metallic, iron like- it clicked. Blood. Darlin’s blood. Lots of it, especially when the cabin came into view.

The vampire had assumed that David and Asher were using their telepathic link again as they looked at each other, likely sending out some kind of message to the rest of the pack who’d been spread out around the cabin, hiding within the thick forest.

The old, wooden cabin had been incredibly well hidden- if not for the background noise on the phone call that Quinn had graced David with, they would have had no chance of finding this place. It was, quite literally, in the middle of nowhere.

Everybody had been on the tips of their toes, the still air being thick with tension. For now, there had been no sign of Quinn, no sign of any of his little cohorts, and no sign of general movement. Everybody was slowly closing in on the cabin, sniffing and sensing for any other life besides Darlin’.

They needed to make this quick- if Quinn wasn’t there, there was no telling when he would be back. He could already be on his way for all they know, but they couldn’t think about that right now. All any of them could think of was getting Darlin’ out of there.

With a short, sputtering breath exhaled through his nose, Sam motioned for David to continue, not sensing any immediate threat around them. Sam had noticed the rest of the pack, obviously besides David and Asher, surrounding the cabin, backs facing it to keep some kind of look out. With how thick the surrounding forest was, they would need as many eyes on lookout as possible- and knowing this was Quinn’s doing? They could probably use even more help.

Noting Sam’s signal, David shifted back, readjusting his shirt as he slowly closed in to the front door of the cabin. Asher was right behind him, and Sam followed the two wolves. David pressed his ear against the door, but there wasn’t any sound from inside that would indicate that anybody was inside.

A quiet jiggle of the doorknob, which could have been the loudest thing Sam’s heard in a while, besides his own heartbeat in his ears, had David now pushing open the door slowly. The creaking of the door was subtle, but loud enough for a small figure in the corner to flinch.

Darlin’.

***

They looked limp. David thought they were unconscious, or dead, until they’d flinched. David’s eyes flooded with relief, even though they looked... worse for wear.

Darlin’ was, and this is not an exaggeration, coated and caked in their own blood, almost from head to toe. Their eyes were glossy with tears, but had a hollowness to them, like there was no more life in them. Darlin’s clothes had been ripped to shreds- it almost looked as if they weren’t even wearing clothes at this point. The exposure showed the new markings they’d received over the last 30 days. It was horrific. They were totally exposed, hands cuffed in front of them, but chained to the wall. Even their ankles had been cuffed up and chained to the wall. Darlin’ really had no chance of getting out of that.

There was a laundry list of physical differences that David could list upon seeing them initially: Eyes were faded of any light or hope, they were coated in blood, they were covered in new bite marks, cuts, bruises, cigarette burn marks, they’d looked like they lost a bit of weight (probably from not being fed properly, and being fed on too much), paler than normal, ratted up hair (also caked in blood and dirt), chapped lips, and the list could go on. You name it, it would probably be on there.

Darlin’s eyes held an initial panic when seeing David walk through the door cautiously, his hands up, palms forward. “Tanker? Can you hear me? It’s... it’s David.” His voice was as tough as it had always been, but the crack in his voice showed everything he’d felt in that past month.

Their eyes were still glossed over, David immediately recognizing the shine that treaded down their cheeks now. Darlin’s entire form trembled, folded into itself as small as they could get. Their head was tucked down to their chest as far as they could get it, using their hands to shield David away. “N....no..” Darlin’s voice was raw, quiet, and held so much bottled up emotion.

David stopped in his place, about half way in the cabin between Darlin’ and the front door. Asher had quietly followed behind, hands by his sides as he made himself visible to Darlin’. A quiet creak in the floorboard had Darlin’s eyes looking his direction. Their eyes went wide, looking more than terrified, as they saw not Asher, but the figure looming behind him in the darkess.

Sam.

Darlin’s entire figure no longer trembled, but fully shook. Their chest was heaving as they clawed at their neck, feeling like they were suffocating. They were pushing their bare feet into the dirty concrete, trying to force themself back into the wall they were chained up to. Darlin’s head was shaking side to side, tears now rapidly falling down their cheeks as their reality hit them. Everybody had gone there to save them, but it had really been too late.

They didn’t want to be saved anymore. They didn’t want to continue putting the pack at risk, the Solaire clan at risk-

Sam at risk.

Darlin’ had continuously thought about the last moment they’d seen Sam before letting Quinn take them. His bloodied and bruised body, unmoving on the floor in front of them. In their home. Their shared safe space that couldn’t be trusted anymore.

David had turned back to look at Asher, the beta giving him a knowing nod, as if they’d just had a full conversation. Asher turned on his heel, placing a gentle hand on Sam’s unmoving shoulder. “Listen, buddy, we’ve gotta get you outta here, just for a couple of minutes. David’s got this covered, but I think all of us being in here is overwhelming them.” Sam’s lips were pressed thin, and all he could do was nod. Sam could trust the alpha with everything in his soul- he knew David would do anything to protect Darlin’, but that didn’t mean he wanted to take even his eyes off of them now. He never wanted to let them go, not again.

Now seeing that the other 2 men had left the cabin, and it was only David, Darlin’s sobs and trembles lessened, but didn’t fully stop. The alpha wolf was taking small, slow steps towards them, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat as he made his approach. His hands were still perched up, slowly lowering and holding them out for Darlin’ to examine before he made any attempt to physically touch them.

“Tanker, we’re here. We’re taking you home. I know you’re... definitely terrified right now, but it’s going to be okay. We’ve been looking for you and we’ve finally found you. You aren’t being taken away from us again. Ever again.” His words were stiff, tight with tension and anger, but not directed at them, of course not.

Darlin’s gaze was at the floor. The shock that was plastered on David’s face after seeing and hearing what they said next was incredible-

The corners of their lips slightly turned up and they said, “No... I-I’m gonna stay.” Darlin’ coughed from the amount they were speaking, many words not leaving their mouth since they’d been taken. “I can’t risk your lives, not again. Especially not Sam’s life.. He’s my mate, David. I can’t do that again.”

David was appalled. He was... totally speechless. His head just shook rapidly, kneeling down onto the ground, hands gently grasping Darlin’s shoulders. “Tanker, it wasn’t a question. I’m not leaving you here. You’re my family- you’re everyone’s family here! We care about you and love you more than you could understand and we are getting you out of here.” David was starting to lose his cool- Darlin’s little speech really threw him for a loop. That was definitely not what he was expecting.

“I can’t promise I’ll go down easy if you’re trying to get me outta here, David.”

***

It was an understatement to say that David, Sam, and the rest of the Shaw pack didn’t pull Darlin’ out of there easily. There was kicking and screaming, all sheer determination from Darlin’ to be put down and left alone. Left there in that dirty cabin where Quinn would eventually kill them, and all of their issues would just disappear.

The exhaustion that poured from Darlin’ was immeasurable. They’d fought with David for a good 15 minutes before they’d given up fighting with him, knowing they wouldn’t win this. They’d gone practically limp in David’s arms, unchained from the wall and being carried out quickly to David’s truck.

Group A, as they’d called themselves, consisting of David, Asher, and Sam were now rushing themselves back to David’s truck, Darlin’s whimpering form curled up in David’s arms. Every movement, bump, or shift made Darlin’s body ache, groans and half-assed snarls leaving their mouth, followed by quiet apologies from David.

Asher was following behind the three of them in his wolf form, per David’s request, just in case anything came through the connective link. As soon as David had gently sat Darlin’ down in his back seat, Asher barked at him, eyes thin and trying to get David to shift.

Sam was in the back seat with them, Darlin’s weak figure leaned up against him. Their eyes were lidded, looking like cresent moons, and their breathing was slow. The violet bags that were stamped underneath his eyes were proof how much he’d worried about them. His hands were very gently holding their shoulders, just trying to keep them propped up. There was an initial stiffness in Darlin’s body when Sam touched them, even though he’d asked permission first. However, their body had eventually relaxed back into him, head lolling onto his shoulder as their eyes shut fully.

Sam’s eyes peered over their figure outside of the truck’s door, watching as Asher and David sprinted off in their shifted forms. He could only assume Quinn had returned, or something had happened with one of the other members. He wanted to go with- wanted to rip that leech’s head off himself- but there was nothing he wanted more than to be with his partner in that moment. His Darlin’. His mate.

***

Darlin’ had been home for 2 weeks now.

Quinn had been dead for 2 weeks now, curtesy of the hands of David Shaw.

As much as David had insisted that Darlin’ stay in his guest bedroom, they refused, not wanting to take the pity offer (it definitely wasn’t a pity offer, but there was a heavy guilt looming over Darlin’s mind).

Darlin’ stayed at their apartment, allowing Sam to stay there as long as he wanted as well. He’d easily taken up that offer, not ever wanting his Darlin’ out of his sight again. Sam knew that wasn’t always going to be possible, but he was going to try his hardest to keep them safe.

The first week had been hell. Darlin’ wasn’t sleeping, wasn’t eating, wasn’t drinking water- hell they weren’t doing anything. They’d just lay in bed, unmoving. Sam didn’t know what to do- he didn’t know how to take care of them. They’d ignored any water or food he’d brought to them, didn’t answer his questions, didn’t respond when he’d try to start up conversations. Hell, they were barely looking at him.

It had been during that second week that they’d finally started getting themself out of bed again. They’d started drinking small amounts of water, making small talk with Sam, responding to text messages again. Darlin’ was making as much of an effort as they could to integrate themself back into normal life, including all of the bad habits they carried around with them.

Smoking was something Darlin’ had stopped after meeting Sam. They’d fallen off the old habit, and had only indulged when they were incredibly stressed out, but this was different. They’d gone back to smoking a handful everyday, Sam even catching them trying to put the cigarettes out on their own skin after smoking.

It’s what I deserve. I put all of you through hell, the least I deserve is to feel that same kind of pain.

Sam couldn’t believe the shit they were still putting themself through. The cigarettes, not drinking or eating enough, still not sleeping? If they’d kept this up they’d be dead before the end of the week.

The vampire was trying his best to get some kind of sustenance into his mate, and his pleading eyes only fueled the guilt that nested in their stomach. Darlin’ was slowly trying to get back into eating and drinking water again- they didn’t want to upset Sam more than he already was.

They could tell how exhausted he was. His eyes were constantly bloodshot, constant eyebags, and he was always fretting over them, the little things. Darlin’ knew his intentions meant well, but they hated feeling as if they were made of glass and everybody had to tiptoe around them to make sure they were okay.

The first pack meeting that Darlin’ had attended with Sam after being returned home was tense. The air was thick and heavy, and the silence that loomed over the den was deafening. The two of them walked in, hand in hand, taking seats in the back. Darlin’ would normally just prop themself up against a wall next to Sam, but they knew they wouldn’t last that long on their feet without their knees giving out.

Asher and David slowly made their ways over to Darlin’ and Sam after the meeting had wrapped up, just wanting to do a general check-in. David’s keen eyesight was quick to notice the new circular burns on Darlin’s arms, his eyes peeking over to Sam. Asher tried keeping the conversation light hearted, knowing that David would be tense, moreso than usual, now that Darlin’ was back. Both of them had been a little more than surprised to see Darlin’ showing up to the pack meetings again, honestly thinking that they’d completely skip out from now on.

That wasn’t brought up, though. The guilt of this entire situation was so obviously glinting in Darlin’s eyes, and the last thing anybody wanted or needed to do was make that worse.

***

5 Weeks had passed since Darlin’ was brought back home, and Quinn was sent to hell.

It was a long, hard road back to recovery, and it would still take many months for Darlin’ to become the closest version of themself that they had been before Quinn had taken them.

The cuts, bruises, bites, and markings would slowly fade overtime, half of them disappearing from their skin and the other half calling their skin home for the rest of their life.

Sam’s purple bags had slowly lessened in vibrancy, turning back to that usual paled color under his eyes.

Darlin’s general physical health was slowly upping in condition again. Sam had made sure to keep the both of them on a feeding schedule, making sure they were both getting in the nutrients they needed to survive. Darlin’ moreso, but Sam was working himself to the bone to make sure they were okay, and his mate wouldn’t stop talking his damn ear off until he finally started taking care of himself again.

Things were slowly falling back into the normal groove again. It felt nice- not living in that same flood of fear that they’d been living in for the past few months. Quinn was dead. They didn’t have to be afraid anymore.

Things hadn’t been okay for so, so long. But they would be. Things would be okay again.

#redacted asmr #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted fanfic #redactedverse #i tried so hard #i know the ending sucks but this is probably the best thing ive ever written

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