⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ syp: fresh out of nursing school, all you wanted was to survive the night shift and come home to your handsome boyfriend. Then all of a sudden, Suguru let his best friend Gojo Satoru move into your spare bedroom, and suddenly your peaceful apartment became a lot more crowded.
tags/cw: sfw🖤
a/n: hi guys, i’m excited abt this one. if yall want to see this turn into an actual story go follow my wattpad: sxmera i promise there will be a lot of character and world building (at least more than i can do on tumblr.) Enjoy!!
Working the night shift in the ICU wasn’t for everyone, but somewhere between twelve-hour shifts, lukewarm coffee, and the quiet drive home as the rest of the city woke up, you’d found a routine you loved.
Most nights, you clocked in at 7:00 p.m. and didn’t leave until 7:00 a.m., returning home just as the sun peeked over the skyline. It was exhausting, but it was yours.
The best part was coming home to Suguru.
Your boyfriend rarely left for work before 10:00 a.m., which meant the two of you always managed to steal a few hours together before he headed into the office and you crawled into bed. Whether it was sharing breakfast, watching the morning news in comfortable silence, or simply existing in the same space, those quiet moments had become your favorite part of the day.
Suguru had worked his way to the top of a corporate firm through equal parts charm, intelligence, and relentless networking. Between his career and your position as a newly graduated ICU nurse, the two of you had somehow built a life neither of you expected to have so soon after college.
As the elevator climbed toward your shared penthouse, you leaned against the mirrored wall, already looking forward to kicking off your shoes and pretending the rest of the world didn’t exist for a few hours.
You had no idea how quickly that peaceful routine was about to change.
As you made your way down the familiar hallway toward your penthouse, a small smile tugged at your lips. No matter how draining your shift had been, the thought of seeing Suguru always made the exhaustion a little easier to bear.
The two of you had met sophomore year of college through a campus running club and had been inseparable ever since. Over the years, you’d learned almost everything there was to know about him—the way he absentmindedly hummed while cooking, how he always stole the blankets in his sleep, and that he somehow never forgot the little things that mattered to you.
There were only a few parts of his life he kept tucked away.
His best friend was one of them.
You knew the name Gojo Satoru. How could you not? He’d been practically legendary around campus. You’d seen the pictures, heard the stories, and knew he and Suguru met up whenever their schedules aligned. Somehow, despite dating Suguru for years, your paths had never crossed.
Whenever you asked about him, Suguru would just laugh.
“You wouldn’t like him,” he’d say. “He’s unbelievably annoying.”
You’d always laughed it off.
Sliding your key into the lock, you pushed the front door open.
“I’m home,” you called, toeing off your shoes.
“I told you she’d be back around now.”
Your brows knit together.
That wasn’t Suguru.
You looked up from where you were setting your bag down and froze.
Leaning casually against the kitchen island was a tall man with messy white hair, dark sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose, and a grin that looked entirely too pleased with itself.
“So,” he said, tilting his head as if he were inspecting you. “You’re the girlfriend.”
From the dining table, Suguru let out a quiet sigh.
“Welcome home.”
Your fingers tightened around the strap of your work bag as your gaze flickered between the two of them.
So… this is Gojo Satoru.
“And you’re the best friend?” you asked, a tired smile tugging at your lips.
He pointed to himself dramatically.
“The one and only.”
“It’s nice to finally meet you.”
Gojo blinked.
“…That’s it?”
You laughed softly.
“Were you expecting something else?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “A scream. Maybe you’d throw me out.”
“I’ve spent the last twelve hours in the ICU,” you said, slipping your shoes onto the rack by the door. “I don’t think I have the energy to throw anybody anywhere.”
His grin somehow widened.
“Oh, we’re gonna get along just fine.”
Across the room, Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I was hoping for the exact opposite.”
“Good morning, babe.”
You smiled softly as you walked over to Suguru, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his temple.
For a moment, everything felt normal.
Then your eyes flickered back toward the unfamiliar face sitting across from you.
“So…” you started, looking between the two of them. “Why didn’t you tell me Gojo was coming over? I would’ve made sure I was home sooner. I feel bad keeping him waiting.”
You squeezed Suguru’s shoulder, making sure he knew you weren’t upset—just confused.
“Satoru is fine,” Suguru reassured you.
The man in question looked up at the sound of his name, his sharp blue eyes meeting yours. They were almost unsettling, not because they were intimidating, but because they felt like they noticed everything.
Too much, maybe.
“I promise I’m not waiting on anyone,” Gojo said casually, a small grin tugging at his lips.
Before you could respond, Suguru gently took your hand from his shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it, y/n. He’s just visiting for a bit.”
His words were meant to comfort you, but something about them made your brows furrow slightly.
Just visiting?
You glanced between him and Gojo, feeling like you had somehow walked into a conversation that started before you arrived.
Suguru gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Go get some rest, okay? You just got off a twelve-hour shift.”
“Go get some rest, okay? You just got off a twelve-hour shift.”
You opened your mouth to argue, but the exhaustion caught up with you before the words could.
“Okay…” you mumbled, forcing a small smile.
As you turned toward the hallway, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Suguru was hiding something.
Not necessarily something bad.
Just something he hadn’t told you yet.
You pushed the thought aside, blaming it on exhaustion. After all, you had just finished another twelve-hour shift, and your brain was probably looking for something to overanalyze.
Thankfully, you didn’t have another shift for the next two days.
You showered, changed into something comfortable, and settled into bed with a familiar show playing quietly in the background. It was the perfect way to unwind after a long night.
Everything was perfect.
Or at least, it should’ve been.
That small feeling in your chest still lingered.
You glanced over at the clock.
9:27 a.m.
Suguru should’ve already come in to say goodbye.
It was a small thing, something most people probably wouldn’t even notice, but it was part of your routine. Even on busy mornings, he always came to check on you before leaving—usually with a kiss, a reminder to get some rest, and some comments about how beautiful you look.
You paused your show.
Curiosity got the better of you.
You quietly stepped out of the bedroom and made your way back into the living room.
The sight in front of you made you stop.
Suguru and Gojo were sitting across from each other, their conversation much more serious than the playful energy from earlier.
Gojo had his usual relaxed posture, but his expression was different. Less teasing. More thoughtful.
Suguru noticed you first.
“Hey,” he said softly.
Your eyebrows lifted.
“Am I interrupting something?”
“No,” Suguru answered a little too quickly.
That alone made you suspicious.
You leaned against the doorway, crossing your arms.
“Okay… then why does it look like I walked in on a secret meeting?”
Gojo’s lips twitched, clearly amused.
“She’s observant.”
“Satoru.”
“What? She is.”
You looked between the two of them, waiting.
Finally, Suguru sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
“There was something I wanted to talk to you about.”
You already knew that sentence was never followed by anything simple.
“Satoru recently accepted a new position,” Suguru explained. “It’s a really good opportunity for him, but it’s farther away from where he’s currently living.”
You glanced over at Gojo.
“So you’re moving?”
“Eventually,” Gojo answered. “I’m trying to find a place closer to work, but the timing has been… less than ideal.”
Suguru nodded.
“He just needs somewhere to stay while he gets everything sorted out. Somewhere temporary until he’s back on his feet.”
Your eyes widened slightly.
“Stay?”
Suguru looked at you carefully.
“Here.”
For a moment, you didn’t say anything.
Because technically, there was a spare bedroom.
And technically, Gojo was Suguru’s best friend.
But this was your home. The place you came back to after exhausting nights at the hospital. The one space where your life was quiet, predictable, and yours.
And now Suguru was asking you to share it.
With Gojo Satoru.
Gojo noticed your hesitation and immediately raised his hands.
“Before you say anything, I promise I am a very respectful roommate.”
You looked at him.
“You’re saying that like I have a reason not to believe you.”
“Exactly,” he said, completely serious.
You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped.
Suguru smiled softly at the reaction.
“Only until he finds somewhere permanent. It won’t be forever.”
You looked at Suguru.
This was important to him.
And despite the uncertainty, despite the sudden change to the routine you loved so much, you trusted him.
“Okay.”
Both men looked at you.
“Okay?” Suguru repeated.
You nodded.
“Okay. He can stay.”
Gojo smiled.
“Wow. I’m touched. She likes me already.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Don’t make me regret it.”
Satoru was a good roommate.
A great one, even.
He moved in the following week and, much to your surprise, had been nothing but helpful. He kept the shared spaces clean, always replaced anything he used, and somehow managed to make the apartment feel a little less quiet without completely disrupting your routine.
You had expected chaos.
Instead, you got someone who reminded you to eat when you came home exhausted and occasionally left coffee waiting for you after your shifts.
Suguru, however, was a different story.
Not in a way that you could quite explain.
He still loved you. He still kissed you goodbye and held you close when you came home. But lately, it felt like he was carefully keeping a little bit of distance between you and Satoru.
Like he was trying to manage two separate parts of his life instead of letting them exist together.
You tried not to think too much about it.
You were probably just tired.
Your nap was interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing.
Groggily, you reached over and grabbed it, wiping the sleep from your eyes before answering.
“Hello?
A small yawn slipped through your words, your eyes watering from being pulled awake too quickly.
“Hello, babe? Can you hear me?”
Suguru’s voice came through the speaker, slightly frantic.
“Mhm,” you hummed, still half asleep.
“Can you bring me some files? I left them on the kitchen counter, and they’re really important. I need them by 4:30.”
You glanced over at your alarm clock.
1:17 p.m.
You sighed softly.
“Sure thing, babe. I’ll have them there before then.”
“Thank you. I love you.”
The call ended before you could even respond.
You stared at your phone for a second.
“Love you too,” you mumbled to the empty room.
You pushed yourself out of bed and headed toward your closet, trading your pajamas for something a little more presentable. You figured showing up to Suguru’s office looking like you’d just crawled out of a coma probably wasn’t the best impression.
Once you were ready, you grabbed the files from the kitchen counter and headed toward the door.
That’s when you noticed Satoru sitting comfortably on the couch, his attention focused on whatever was playing on his phone.
You smiled.
“Hi, Satoru.”
He looked up, and a grin immediately appeared on his face.
“Hello, sleeping beauty.”
He chuckled, setting his phone down.
“I’m guessing you’re headed somewhere?”
“I’m dropping these off to Suguru,” you said, lifting the files. “But I was going to stop by that café near his office on the way there.”
You hesitated for a moment before adding,
“Do you want to come with me?”
The question lingered in Satoru’s mind for a moment before a familiar, mischievous grin spread across his face.
“I’d love to accompany you.”
Before you could respond, he took the files from your hands and headed toward the door like the decision had already been made.
You laughed quietly, following after him.
“So what job did you accept that made you move all the way out here?”
Satoru glanced back at you, his expression softening slightly.
“A teaching job.”
You raised your eyebrows.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He smiled. “I used to work as a personal trainer at a gym near my old apartment, but teaching has always been something I’ve wanted to do.”
There was a confidence in the way he said it that made you smile.
“Aww,” you cooed. “What grade?”
“Freshmen in high school,” he answered proudly. “I’m also going to be the baseball coach.”
“That’s actually so exciting,” you said. “I’m sure you’ll do amazing.”
For a moment, he was quiet.
Then he laughed softly.
“How can you say that?”
You looked over at him.
“What?”
“Suguru keeps us at arm’s-length distance all the time.”
The comment caught you off guard.
You looked away, pretending to focus on the hallway ahead.
“I wouldn’t say that.”
Satoru hummed.
“But you noticed.”
You didn’t answer.
Because unfortunately, he wasn’t wrong.
“I just have a feeling,” you admitted.
A small smile tugged at his lips.
“You know, I don’t think Suguru does it because he doesn’t trust you.”
You looked at him.
“He has his reasons for keeping me away.”
There was something almost amused in his tone.
“He knows me pretty well.”
You tilted your head.
“What does that mean?”
Satoru stopped walking for a moment, turning to face you.
“Relax, Angel.”
The nickname made you pause.
“I just mean Suguru knows I’m a lot.”
You laughed.
“That, I believe.”
He grinned.
“But I think he also knows I notice things.”
Your smile faded slightly.
“Like what?”
Satoru looked at you for a moment before answering.
“Like how you look exhausted after your shifts but still ask everyone else if they’re okay first.”
You blinked.
“Like how you pretend you aren’t bothered when Suguru keeps things from you.”
Your expression shifted.
He noticed.
Of course he noticed.
“And like how you’ve spent years hearing about me but never actually meeting me.”
The elevator doors opened, and he stepped inside.
“I don’t think that’s an accident.”
You followed him, quieter now.
Because maybe he was right.
Maybe Suguru wasn’t hiding something bad.
But maybe he was hiding something at all.
And for the first time, you wondered why.
The rest of the way to Suguru’s office was surprisingly easy.
You expected Satoru to be overwhelming, but he wasn’t.
He asked about your job, listened when you talked about nursing, and somehow managed to turn a simple walk into a conversation that felt effortless. Maybe Suguru had been slightly dramatic when he warned you about him.
Or maybe you were starting to understand why the two of them had been friends for so long.
By the time you reached Suguru’s office, you found yourself a little less hesitant than before.
The familiar building greeted you as you walked inside, the polished floors and quiet atmosphere a complete contrast to the chaos of your apartment.
You made your way toward Suguru’s office, files in hand, with Satoru casually following beside you.
The moment you stepped inside, Suguru looked up from his desk.
His expression softened immediately when he saw you.
“Hey.”
You smiled.
“Hi. I brought your files.”
“Thank you,” he said, taking them from you before giving a kiss on the cheek. “I appreciate it.”
Before you could respond, his eyes shifted toward the person standing behind you.
Satoru.
And just like that, Suguru’s expression changed.
Not surprised.
Not confused.
Annoyed.
“Satoru.”
The white-haired man smiled innocently.
“What?”
“You came with her.”
“I was invited.”
“She was being nice”
“Still counts.”
You looked between them, trying not to laugh.
“You two always like this?”
“Yes,” Suguru answered immediately.
“No,” Satoru said at the same time.
You laughed softly.
Suguru sighed, already looking tired.
Because he knew.
He knew exactly what Satoru was doing.
The second Gojo Satoru decided he liked someone, he made it his personal mission to get a reaction out of them. He was charming, persistent, and impossible to ignore.
And unfortunately for Suguru…
You were exactly the type of person Satoru would find interesting.
“How was your day?” Suguru asked you, purposely redirecting the conversation.
“Good,” you answered. “Long, but good.”
“See?” Satoru interrupted. “She’s nice.”
You glanced at him.
“Thank you… I think?”
“You should hear Suguru talk about you.”
Your eyes moved to Suguru.
“Satoru.”
“What?” he said, grinning. “It’s true.”
Suguru gave him a look that clearly said stop talking.
this is gonna be a long ish post because I have to explain ... so many things. so stick with me because i am still in disbelief.
ive had difficulty keeping my faith in shifting. im not going to lie to you. even now im doubting myself if i even did just now. but i know deep in my fucking heart , i just shifted
for the past few days , ive been trying to get myself to shift by lucid dreaming. i kept telling myself , " i am awake now , i am going to check later if i still am " just a bit before i go to sleep. that , and a good half an hour or an hour long of subliminals until i sleep
last night , i told myself i was going to shift. that's it. did i fully believe in that statement ? fuck no . half of myself was just saying that out of habit at that point .
going through youtube , i couldn't find a good subliminal so i just left it at that. listening to no subliminals , sleeping without affirmations .
i've always theorized that the realities mix in in our dreams . it's a very portal to every single reality our mind is aware of. i was proven right
the dream itself was forgotten to me — almost , actually . as i was writing this , i suddenly remembered that i dreamt i was watching TikTok with my s/o . he was jealous over me laughing with someone else so he asked me what i was watching . anyways , back to the post .
however , i remember that someone came up to me telling me that they could help me. for the first time , i realized i was dreaming and that i needed to shift
i found myself in a bed somewhere and closed my eyes. i unconsciously adapted the pose i woke up in this reality as well — on my back , looking to my right . then i just told myself —
" okay , i'm shifting "
the way my entire body started vibrating ? i usually don't feel explicit fucking sensations in my dreams . if i did , i would have remembered because ive been dreaming every night recently .
my entire body wouldn't stop vibrating . i felt , in a way , that the world around me was actually disappearing and replacing . i had my eyes ' closed ' in the ' dream ' so i felt and even heard everything changed .
it took me a while but when i almost forcefully opened my eyes , i was at a room i don't recognize . it's not any of the realities i was going to . so , i closed my eyes with the knowledge that i still fucking shifted
closing my eyes again , i kept feeling that massive tingling sensation running through my entire body . it was so long until i felt myself change realities again
it felt almost like a waiting room. i remember long ago , i wanted my waiting room to be in the ocean. so i looked outside and started affirming —
i am ...
i'm dating ...
i live in ...
etc. , etc.
the thing is , as i started affirming , i could see and hear myself in that reality. my s/o , the place i lived in. everything.
when i closed my eyes again , i felt the vibrations come again . the bad part , i had let myself hear what was going on in this reality . my phone notification , the wind hitting hard against my window , everything until i moved awake
the sensations came back to me slowly and i woke up
did i reach the actual place i was shifting to ? clearly , not
did that entire shift make me believe again ?
fucking , yes
don't rant to me or something that i made a post called " shifting for the first time " and you claim it to be ' mini-shifting ' . i may not have went to my desired reality , but i sure as well fucking went somewhere that wasn't this hell hole. a so called mini-shift , is a shift
it will never not differ from dreams ive had for the past few weeks , now . i felt everything , i was conscious i was in a dream , and that everything was within my reach
i am shifting again . it was like a glimpse of what could have been . the being that helped me in my dream definitely made my first shift more complicated but i'm still grateful for them
i feel insane because now i have to fix myself up for class . it's fine for me now , though
i'm shifting again tonight , so what's the harm in staying for one more day here ?
ngl i forgot to post this earlier so now i'm out of class and i'm still thinking abt it ,,,, if that bitch comes back to invade my dream i'm forcing them to make the process easier
a/n: hello guys! this story is 8,900 words, which is seriously an accomplishment for me lol. please comment and give feedback and let me know if you guys want another part to this or just leave it as a one shot. anyways enjoy!
c/w: This story contains explicit sexual content (including oral f!receiving, PIV sex, and rough but consensual smut), monster/vampire x reader dynamics, possessive and emotionally intense interactions, and themes of longing, isolation, and found connection. Reader discretion is advised.
In a world where even breathing the wrong way could get you killed, love wasn’t just dangerous. It was a death sentence. You’d long since resigned yourself to loneliness, convinced you’d never bring a child into this broken world, and so you kept your heart barricaded, your body to yourself.
Until you met him.
The man who came banging on your door before dawn, bloodied and gasping, like a half-dead thing clawing for salvation. He was ragged, his eyes wild and desperate as they met yours, his hair slick with blood and sweat, sticking to his brow. He looked less like a monster and more like a lost boy, and against every survival instinct screaming in your head, you let him in.
You should have turned him away. You should have slammed the door shut. But when he collapsed against your floorboards, trembling, begging, “Please, don’t leave me out there,” you couldn’t say no.
You told yourself it was pity. But it wasn’t. It was the way his eyes met yours, not just pleading for help, but pulling something raw and aching from deep inside you. It was the way his bloodied hands shook when you cleaned him, the way he flinched from your touch but leaned into it a second later.
He seemed so helpless in that moment, wounded, shivering against your touch, but he wouldn’t fully surrender. His body leaned into you, but it was as though his heart remained barricaded, locked tight behind walls built from pain and shadows. You could feel it in the way his muscles tensed when you touched him, the way his eyes flickered with something deeper, darker. Something monstrous. Something dangerous. But instead of recoiling, you found yourself wanting to see it. You wanted him to open up, to let you into the darkness he was trying so hard to contain.
You knew this decision could get you killed. But in that moment, you didn’t care. Because for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt something sharp and alive stirring beneath the numbness. Something that made your blood sing and your breath catch. And when his eyes met yours, desperate and hollow, you realized that maybe, just maybe, he was feeling it too.
“Do you need a place to stay, sir?” Your voice wavered, the words barely a whisper. He intimidated you, towering over you, raw and bloodied, but for some reason, you wanted him to stay.
“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t wanna be a burden to ya.” His voice had a thick southern drawl, the kind that melted like honey and curled low in your belly.
Your eyes softened instinctively, betraying your better judgment. “Don’t worry, you won’t be a burden,” you said quickly, voice hushed as if you were telling a secret meant only for him. “I actually get lonely here by myself.”
His lips twitched, the hint of a crooked smile almost disarming. “Lonely?” His voice dipped lower, rough and intimate. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here by yourself?”
You couldn’t help the way your thighs pressed together, a subtle reaction to his words. “Well…I’m sure a handsome guy like you has a wife worried sick about you,” you murmured, your attempt to change the subject coming out softer, almost shy.
“Mm, I ain’t married, sweetheart,” he drawled, his voice dropping a note darker. His eyes swept over you slowly, the weight of his gaze almost physical, tightening the air between you. It wasn’t just a look, it was a silent promise of things he hadn’t said yet, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to run or lean into it.
For a long moment, the room held its breath. His hand twitched as if he were going to reach for you, but it hovered there, close enough that you could feel the ghost of his touch. His lips parted slightly, his voice dropping to a low, hoarse whisper. “But I’ll admit…I’ve been looking for something, someone, who makes me feel alive again.” His eyes caught yours then, dark and unreadable, and for the briefest moment, you could swear there was something ancient in his gaze. Something wild and hollow, as if he’d spent lifetimes searching for a connection he couldn’t name.
You couldn’t speak at first. His words—the weight of them, the ancient cadence in his voice stole the air from your lungs. But slowly, carefully, you found your voice.
“Who…who are you?”
“My name’s Remmick, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips curving faintly. Then his voice dropped lower, more intimate, and his eyes gleamed with a deep, unnatural red. “And I’m a vampire.”
Your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes widened, shock flaring bright, but still, you didn’t step back. You stayed quiet, watching him. He hadn’t hurt you. Not yet. And that terrifying, forbidden curiosity pulsed stronger in your veins than the fear.
“A vampire, huh?” you murmured softly, trying for levity though your voice trembled. “Are you…are you going to eat me now, Remmick?” You said it with a shaky laugh, as though humor might diffuse the tension.
His smile deepened, dark and hungry, his voice rougher than before. “Only if you want me to, sweetheart.” He stepped closer, closing the space between you, until you could feel the faint chill of his breath against your skin. Your heart was pounding so loud it echoed in your ears, each beat thudding like a warning, but you couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. All you could do was stand there, wondering, fearing, what he was planning to do to you.
Then, he bent down, his lips ghosting a kiss to your forehead, so gentle it made your breath hitch. Another kiss followed at your cheek, then the corner of your mouth, each one lingering just a moment too long.
His lips hovered near your skin as he murmured into your jawline, voice low and rough. “I’m a monster, and you’re hated by this world just for existing. We’re hated for being us.” His words sank into your chest, heavy and sharp. “But don’t you see, sweetheart? We’re made for each other. We could be so happy together, my love.”
A flicker of pain gripped your heart, tightening around your ribs. The truth in his words, about the cruelty of the world, the isolation you both felt, tangled with something darker. Something forbidden.
“Mm, you think so?” you whispered, your voice trembling as his pull wrapped around you like chains. His temptation was too thick, too sweet, and you were struggling to say no.
“Baby,” he growled softly, “I know so.”
Before you could think of a reply, he slid his hands down to your waist, his grip both firm and reverent. Then he sank to his knees before you, his face pressing into your belly. His lips found the thin fabric of your linen dress, leaving a soft kiss against your abdomen, then another, slower and more lingering. When he looked up at you, his eyes were the same as earlier, desperate, pleading, dangerous.
You still didn’t speak. Instead, your hand drifted to his hair, your fingers threading through his curls, nails grazing lightly against his scalp. His eyelids fluttered closed, and with a sigh, he pressed his cheek against your stomach, as if seeking solace.
“In all honesty,” he murmured, his voice cracking faintly with need, “I need you. So bad. You’re so damn beautiful.” One of his hands slipped from your waist, sliding down to lift the hem of your dress, revealing the smooth expanse of your thighs. His breath hitched as he gazed up at you, his hunger palpable.
For a moment, the air between you felt suspended, every breath drawn thin and tight. Then his voice dropped lower, almost broken. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, baby. You make me want to forget what I am, forget the danger. I want to lose myself in you. Would you let me?”
The moment the word left your lips—a trembling, breathless “yes”—Remmick froze. His breath hitched against your skin, as though the air between you had turned electric. Then a low, almost broken groan slipped from his throat, and his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
“Oh, sweetheart…” His voice was raw with hunger and gratitude, as if that single word unlocked something primal inside him. His lips trailed kisses up your belly, your ribs, until they hovered just below your lips. “You don’t know what you’ve done,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”
He whispered “mine” into your skin as if branding you, as if your whispered yes gave him permission to claim you in every way he’d ever dreamed of.
Remmick moved quickly, his hunger sharp and barely restrained. He scooped you up into his arms like you weighed nothing, his grip firm but reverent. Without hesitation, he carried you down the hallway, as though he already knew where your bedroom was. As if your scent and presence alone guided him.
He laid you down gently on the bed, the mattress creaking under your weight, his eyes devouring every inch of you. Then he straightened, his fingers already working at the buttons of his shirt, the leather straps of his suspenders slipping off his shoulders.
But you stopped him with a quiet, breathless, “Wait.”
He froze, his hands stilling, his eyes locked onto yours, trying to read the swirl of emotion crossing your face. His lips parted slightly, as though the words forming in his throat were too big to speak.
“Let me do it for you,” you whispered, voice trembling with a mix of boldness and vulnerability.
His heart ached, a sharp pang in his chest that felt far too human for a creature like him. His breath caught, and he nodded, stepping closer.
You scooted down to the foot of the bed, your fingers fumbling lightly over the buttons of his shirt. With every button undone, the tension thickened between you, the anticipation crackling like a storm in the air. When you finally slid the shirt off his broad shoulders, you let it fall to the floor, your breath hitching as you took him in.
His body was all hard lines and muscle, his skin marked with old scars and stories you could only imagine. His chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, his lips parted slightly as he watched you. You reached up, your fingertips tracing along the ridges of his chest, marveling at the strength beneath your touch. Without thinking, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the spot over his unbeating heart.
Remmick’s gaze softened instantly, his red eyes dimming to a smoldering glow. For a moment, he looked almost human—like a man instead of a monster. You made him feel alive.
Your hands drifted lower, fingers working at the waistband of his pants. You slipped his belt free with a quiet rustle, unbuttoned and unzipped them slowly, your movements deliberate, teasing. The air between you tightened as you eased the fabric down his hips, revealing more of the man who was already beginning to undo you without even trying.
Before you could slip the fabric further, Remmick’s hands covered yours, his grip firm but not harsh. His breath trembled against your skin, his voice soft but thick with hunger. “Sweetheart, you’re making it hard to be gentle with you.” But then he eased your hands aside, brushing a tender kiss against your temple. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”
Slowly, he stepped out of his pants, his body revealing itself to you fully, every inch of him tense with need. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. “Lie back for me,” he murmured, his tone low but coaxing, as if he couldn’t bear to hurt you. “Let me show you how good I can make you feel, baby. You deserve to be worshipped.”
His hands roamed over your body like he was memorizing you, his touch alternating between rough, possessive squeezes and delicate, reverent strokes. His body trembled with restraint, as though he were barely holding himself back from devouring you whole. “You feel so fucking good under me,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “I’ve been craving you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
With practiced ease, he slid the thin straps of your nightdress from your shoulders, letting the fabric slip down your body like water until it pooled at your feet, leaving you in only your bra and panties. His breath hitched as his gaze swept over you, hunger flashing in his dark eyes.
He whispered something low under his breath, words you couldn’t quite catch, thick with need, but the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears drowned it out.
Before you could dwell on it, he gently lifted one of your legs, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your ankle, his lips warm against your skin. Slowly, methodically, he trailed his mouth down your calf, your knee, your thigh, each kiss a silent promise of what was to come.
By the time his lips reached the delicate skin near your center, you were already trembling beneath his touch. His breath was hot against the thin fabric of your panties, and his voice was a low, aching growl. “I can smell how ready you are for me, sweetheart. Let me show you what it feels like to be wanted.”
His hands slipped beneath the waistband of your panties, dragging them down with agonizing slowness. He kept his eyes locked on yours, his pupils blown wide with desire. His lips ghosted over the inside of your thigh, his tongue tracing lazy patterns against your skin as though he were tasting you with his mouth before even reaching your core. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, voice low and raw. “So perfect, all for me. Let me make you come apart, baby.”
Then he dove in, his mouth sealing over you, his tongue making one slow, agonizing lick that sent a shudder rippling through your entire body. It was slow, deliberate, designed to make you feel every inch of his mouth against you. It pulled a soft, helpless whimper from your lips, your body surrendering completely, offering yourself to him without resistance.
Remmick groaned low against you, the sound vibrating through your core as he continued. He didn’t just lick—you felt his lips, his tongue, his need pressing into you like he was tasting salvation. He feasted on you with slow, sinful strokes, savoring the slickness of your cunt, his mouth so hot and skilled it drove you to the edge of sanity.
Quiet whimpers escaped your lips, each one coaxing him to go harder, to push deeper. His free hand slid up, fingers teasing at your entrance, tracing the sensitive folds, spreading your wetness with deliberate intent. His touch was maddening, soft yet commanding, pushing you closer to unraveling.
Then, abruptly, he pulled back, and the absence of his mouth on you snapped you back to reality. His lips glistened with your slick, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice dark and reverent. “All wet and trembling. You’re perfect, baby. So perfect for me.”
Before you could respond, he gripped your thigh, spreading you wider. His voice was low, a dark promise against your skin. “From now on, I want you to look at me. Don’t close your eyes, sweetheart. If you do, I’ll stop.” His breath ghosted over your sensitive skin, and the heat of his mouth made you ache for more.
“But I don’t want you to stop,” you whimpered, dread curling in your belly at the thought of him withholding your pleasure.
“Then be a good girl for me,” he growled softly, his eyes locked on yours, a dangerous tenderness flickering in their depths. “Keep your eyes open. Watch me while I make you fall apart.”
With a low groan, he sank his fingers into your dripping entrance, two thick digits stretching you open while his mouth descended again. His tongue flicked against your clit with maddening precision, his fingers working in tandem, curling to hit that perfect spot inside you. Every movement was calculated to tear the breath from your lungs, to drive you higher. His eyes burned into yours, demanding your attention, as if he were memorizing every inch of your pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured against you.
Your head fell back instinctively, but his voice—low, commanding, threaded with hunger—pulled you back. “Eyes on me,” he growled, his free hand tilting your chin so you couldn’t look away. His eyes locked onto yours, glowing with a mix of possessive hunger and something almost tender. As his fingers curled deeper inside you, his mouth sucking your clit with sinful precision, you shattered. You came apart under his gaze, your body convulsing, your voice caught in a helpless cry that tore through the room. But even as you broke, even as your vision blurred and your body trembled, you kept your eyes on him, and the way he drank you in made you feel like you were his entire world.
“That was just a taste,” Remmick growled against your thigh, his breath hot, his lips slick with your release. His fingers didn’t stop—if anything, they moved faster, curling deep inside you, his thumb circling your clit in maddening, relentless strokes. “I need to feel you break for me one more time.” His voice was a rough whisper, a demand and a promise all at once, and the desperation in his tone sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through you. Your body tensed, your hips jerking uncontrollably as the pleasure built higher and higher, winding you so tight it felt like you’d snap. And then you did—your climax hit you hard, rippling through every nerve, pulling a helpless cry from your throat. Even as your walls clenched around his fingers, even as you fell apart, you could feel his body shifting against yours, his cock hard and heavy against your thigh, a silent threat that this was far from over.
Remmick’s lips trailed back up your trembling body, his mouth catching yours in a kiss that was almost bruising with its intensity. His hands roamed your skin like he couldn’t get enough, like he was trying to memorize every inch of you before he lost himself completely. Without a word, he pushed his pants down the rest of the way, his cock pressing hot and heavy against your slick entrance. His voice was a low growl against your lips. “I need you now, baby. Can I have you?” His tip nudged against your soaked folds, his hands gripping your hips like a man on the verge of breaking. When you gave him the softest nod, whispering a breathless, “Yes, Remmick. Please,” he lined himself up and pushed in, slow and thick, stretching you open inch by inch until you were filled with nothing but him.
“Remmick, please go slow,” you pleaded, tears starting to form in your eyes. It hurt so good. His heart skipped a beat—you looked so angelic under him, begging him to be gentle, the tears glimmering in your eyes. He just couldn’t get enough.
“Yes, baby,” he murmured, his voice a low, rough promise against your lips. “I’ll be gentle with you.” He moved slowly at first, his hips rolling into yours with controlled precision, his hands framing your face as he kissed you deeply. His lips trailed down your neck, nipping and sucking at the tender skin there, leaving marks that claimed you as his. His body trembled with restraint, fighting the urge to completely lose himself in you. You were too perfect, too soft, and he wanted to savor every second.
You let out the prettiest moans, each one like music to his ears, each breathless sound a confirmation that you were his and only his. No one else would have accepted him like you did, no one else would have surrendered so beautifully to the monster he was.
Your hands slid up to the back of his neck, pulling him down to you, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “You can go faster now…Please, Remmick. I want all of you.”
You didn’t have to ask twice.
A guttural growl rumbled from his chest as he gripped your hips tighter, angling himself to thrust deeper, harder. His pace quickened, each stroke powerful and deliberate, as if he were trying to reach parts of you no one else had ever touched. It was like he was trying to touch your very soul, branding himself into your body, into your mind, into every part of you he could claim as his.
Remmick’s thrusts deepened, each one slamming into you with a need that bordered on desperation. His hands framed your face, his breath hot against your ear. “Say my name, baby,” he growled, his voice raw, thick with hunger. “I need to hear you say it. Please. I need to hear you screaming it.”
Your lips parted, but the words tangled in the air between you, lost in the pleasure coursing through your veins. He snapped his hips harder, deeper, grinding into you as his lips found yours in a kiss that was all tongue and teeth, messy and unrestrained.
“Remmick,” you gasped finally, your voice breaking around his name, as if speaking it anchored you to him. His name became a mantra, a prayer on your lips as he drove into you again and again, his pace relentless.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. “Say it again. Say my name while I make you mine.” His cock filled you completely, hitting every spot that made you see stars, his hands roaming over your body like he couldn’t decide where to touch you next—your breasts, your hips, your throat, your jaw.
“Remmick,” you whimpered, louder now, your hands clawing at his back, your nails digging into his skin as your climax built higher and higher, tightening around his cock like a vice.
“Good girl,” he growled, his pace quickening, his hips slamming into yours. “That’s it. Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock. I want to feel you fall apart for me.”
And you did—your body tightening, your breath hitching, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as you shattered beneath him. Your walls clenched around him, pulsing with the force of your orgasm, and the sound of your voice calling his name echoed through the room like a song.
It didn’t take him long to finish after you, his hips stuttering, a low groan tearing from his throat as he spilled hot against your chest, his breath ragged. For a moment, he just hovered there, his forehead resting against yours, his body trembling with the force of his release.
Then, with slow, deliberate movements, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, a soft brush of lips that felt more intimate than anything else. Your eyes fluttered open and shut, heavy with exhaustion and bliss.
“You tired, baby?” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and rough, but softened with a tenderness you hadn’t expected from him.
“Mhm,” was all you could manage, your voice a faint whisper. Your body ached in the best way possible, but it also felt empty without him. Even now, you craved the weight of him inside you, the feel of his hands, his voice. Your mind spun with fragments of his earlier words—how he said you belonged together, how he looked at you like you were salvation. And now, lying here, you felt it too. You felt that same aching pull, that connection that was deeper than flesh.
Remmick let out a shaky breath and gently pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you protectively. His large hand moved slowly up and down your back, his touch soothing as he held you close. Your ear pressed against his chest, and you listened to the quiet hum of his breathing, the steady rise and fall that lulled you into a peaceful daze.
In the silence of the room, with your body warm against his, Remmick stared at the ceiling, his mind racing. Is this what it feels like to be human? he wondered, his thumb tracing lazy circles over your spine. Is this what it feels like to be in love?
He tightened his arms around you just a little more, as if the act of holding you closer could somehow keep this moment from slipping away.
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i got asked for affirmations that guarantee results in your manifestations after posting this in-depth post on why sometimes your persistence seems faulty or glitchy. low&behold :
it's already done.
this is already mine.
this is my baseline.
this is my normal.
i don't need to make it happen. it's already happening.
i'm not waiting for this. i'm in it.
i don't have to convince myself. this is already true.
WAVERING DOESN’T EXIST!!! THEY LIED!! NOTHING CAN STOP YOUR MANIFESTATIONS UNLESS YOU ASSUME IT DOES!! GET OUT THE HABIT THAT SOMETHING COULD STOP OR DELAY YOUR MANIFESTATIONS!!
“this must be what hell is like… there’s got to be more, got to be more”
sound familiar? yeah, it’s YOU whenever you’re doubting on loa and your power of manifestation. you feel “stuck” and you no longer “believe in paradise”
that, and it’s also saturn by sza
this song is genuinely one of my favorite ones and it just feels like I’m floating in some unknown, safe space whenever i hear it. like everything’s going to be okay.
the lyrics, however, also tend to relate to those who’ve been stuck on manifesting their desires and feel like it doesn’t “work for them”
“if there’s another universe, please make some noise, give me a sign. this can’t be life.”
THIS part definitely resonates with me when it comes to loa/shifting. i’m sure many in this community felt like there was more out there; that this possibly couldn’t be all there was.
and guess what? we were correct! it feels like all of our questions regarding the universe were answered, right? so why would you want to give that up??
“if karma’s really real, how am i still here? just seems so unfair.”
“stuck in this terradome; all i see is terrible. making us hysterical.”
you probably relate to this part a lot too, huh? i do too sometimes, because you have to remember we’re still souls in a human being. it is OKAY to feel down, to feel like your circumstances are getting worse, like your efforts aren’t worth it; trust me, they are.
future you will be THANKING you and be so so proud because instead of giving in to those intrusive thoughts and doubts, you persisted in the life you deserved and decided it’s already here.
“but how can i do that?” it is so, so simple. don’t overcomplicate something you KNOW. you’ve already over consumed numerous loa/shifting posts, say you’ll apply and… never do? and you wonder why you’re still here? shocker.
i want you to break the pattern. break that pattern you’ve put yourself in. yeah, the one where you bed rot all day, where you don’t apply to the law, where you constantly ask bloggers advice you DEFINITELY know the answer to because they all give you the same response time and time again. trust me, we are JUST as tired as you are.
stop waiting for it to “click” and just remember that you’ll be better on saturn. you’re already in saturn.
“i’ll be better on saturn; none of this matters, dreaming of saturn.”
“When I created The PinkPrint, I envisioned an aesthetic that was bold, playful, and unmistakably iconic. So when Beyoncé—one of my biggest inspirations and now a mentor—started incorporating my designs into her wardrobe, and sending me emails for sketches and asking me to send then to her.. it was a full-circle moment.
On the Renaissance tour, she wore multiple custom PinkBandz pieces, each one crafted to match her legendary stage presence. From flashy pink outfits, fluffy pink fur dresses, that shined under the spotlight, every look embodied the energy of PinkBandz—extravagant, fun, and effortlessly powerful.
Then came Halloween. Beyoncé took it to another level, stepping out in a full PinkBandz original—a reimagined version of an iconic pop culture look, but with my signature touch. The details? Custom embroidery, delicate pearls woven into the fabric, and of course, the signature pink palette that set PinkBandz apart. Social media went wild, solidifying the aesthetic as more than just a trend—it was a movement.
Seeing Beyoncé, a global fashion and music icon, embrace PinkBandz proved that this wasn’t just a moment in fashion, from seeing my sketches in my school notebook, to seeing them in the big stadium. It was the beginning of a legacy.” - Joshua
MEGAN THEE STALLION X PINKBANDZ
“Megan and PinkBandz? That match made in fashion heavennnn. I designed her now-infamous pink and blue leather boa outfit—a piece for confidence, seductiveness, and signature PinkBandz energy. The moment she stepped out in it, the internet explodeddd.. I was so happy.
Beyond that, Megan rocked 2 custom PinkBandz looks on tour, each one crafted to amplify her presence on stage. From shimmering pink bodysuits to bold, leather-trimmed coats, every piece embodied power, playfulness, and pure hot girl energy.
Megan didn’t just wear PinkBandz—she made it legendary.” - Joshua
Roses is more than just a debut EP—it’s the sound of raw talent meeting unstoppable ambition. created in the most unfiltered way possible, the six-track project is a fusion of dreamy melodies, heartfelt lyrics, and an effortless blend of R&B, pop, and ethereal beats. born from late-night experiments with borrowed instrumentals, Roses is a testament to passion over perfection.
after the demand of new music from fans, joshua dropped his single, Stardust a track about his success, getting money, and thanking his best-friend/his manager. the track marked the turning point from internet sensation to a full fledged artist.
TITLE TIME
Stardust 3:56
Billboard Placement: #23-100 (Still charting since release)
Achievements: Started the official “PINKPRINT/PINKBANDZ” movement, Grammy Nominated (Lost).
COSMIC FREQUENCY - Mid 2025
joshua’s debut album. all the growth, criticism received, an experience, a sonic journey through fame, self-discovery, and the vibrations that shape our reality. following the viral success of Roses and Stardust, this debut full-length project cements its creator as more than just a rising star—this is the work of an artist shaping an era. every feature, every flow, every lyric. perfection.
TRACKLIST:
TITLE TIME
ECLIPSED (ft. Beyoncé & Solange) 3:57
VENUS (ft. Jhené Aiko) 3:21
CHERRY BLOSSOM SINS (ft. Lana Del Rey) 4:36
SILK AND GOLD (ft. Erykah Badu) 3:02
SIREN SONG (ft. Beyoncé) 0:53
NO SIGNAL (ft. Charli XCX) 2:43
ELECTRIC SUN 3:32
GARDEN OF SECRETS 1:45
MOONLIT MIRAGE 5:42
HEAVEN’S VOICEMAIL (ft. Ariana Grande) 3:33
COSMIC HIGH 4:26
MERCURY’S RIPTIDE 7:47
CF (Outro) 1:11
Genres: Rap, Pop, Country-Pop, Sigilkore, Hyperpop, Experimental, House, Electronic, Rock, RnB, 90’s Rnb, Alternative Pop, Alternative Rock, Jazz, Disco, Soul, Neo Soul, Bounce, Gospel, Dance, Techno, Fusion.
Billboard Placement: #1-20 (Still charting!)
Achievements: Grammy AOTY Nominee for 2025 Grammys, Rated 9.6 by Pitchfork, Highest First Week Sales Ever, Surpassing Micheal Jackson’s “Thriller”, selling 121 million copies, Promoting the “PINKBANDZ” aesthetic to high-fashion.
“i never thought my life would change with a single song. at 13, i was just another teen making tiktoks—dances, memes, and whatever else made people laugh. i loved the rush of going viral, i had like.. 12k followers. but i never saw myself as anything more than an internet kid. that all changed the day a close friends, whos now my manager.. funny story, made beats for fun, played me one of his crafts. he joked about me hopping on the track, but.. something about the beat called to me. i hesitated—after all, I wasn’t a singer—but then I opened my mouth, and the lyrics spilled out like magic.”
“it was raw, unfiltered, and real. when we finished, i didn’t think much of it, but my friend saw something i didn’t. without telling me, he posted our song online. i’ll never forget the moment my notifications started blowing up. my tiktok and instagram followers skyrocketed overnight. suddenly, my comments were filled with people begging me to take music seriously.”
“Sooo.. I just went for it!”
“with no studio, other then bandlab, no label, and no industry connections, I started a soundcloud account and borrowed some of my friends’ “trashed” beats—the ones they had no plans to use. i turned those scraps into songs, pouring my heart into every lyric. within weeks, i had a six-track EP titled “Roses”. i didn’t expect much, but within days, my songs were everywhere. social media was flooded with people using my music, from regular users to influencers, celebrities, and even major artists.”
“as the momentum built, i knew i couldn’t slow down. i set up a business account and started releasing my music properly—on apple music, spotify, everywhere. a week after Roses, i dropped another single, and just like before, it went viral. my name wasn’t just trending—it was showing everywhere.”
“i wanted to make sure i wasn’t only known for music!”
“with my growing platform, i wanted to express myself beyond sound. that’s when i introduced the “PINKPRINT/PINKBANDZ” aesthetic—a vision drenched in pink, from plush fur coats to sparkling jewelry, white and pastel palettes, and statement furry hats. It wasn’t just a look; it was a movement. my fans embraced it, influencers copied it, and soon, PINKBANDZ was everywhere. it wasn’t just a fashion statement—it was my signature.”
“and now.. im 16, my spotify listeners had soared to 67 million. my songs dominated social media and the charts, and doors i never imagined were opening. i found myself in rooms with artists i grew up admiring. megan thee stallion became one of my closest friends. sza, a constant supporter. and erykah badu and beyoncé? they’re not just idols anymore, but my mentors.”
“thenn came the moment that changed everythingg.. really: my debut album, “Cosmic Frequency”. twelve tracks, each one a statement, a feeling, a moment in time. it wasn’t just an album; it was a cultural reset. every single track went viral, pushing me onto the Billboard Hot 100 and keeping me there for 87 weeks straight.”
“but my creative reach didn’t stop at music. fashion was always in my dna, and soon, i wasn’t just designing for myself—i was creating for everyone!.. somewhat. my pieces graced the stages of beyoncé, erykah badu, megan thee stallion, nicki minaj, and ariana grande’s tours and overall pieces showcase. my designs became as recognizable as my music.”
what started as a tiktok hobby had become a legacy in the making. and the fire? It’s only just beginning.
Choose a song title for each letter of your username and tag the same number of people!
i got tagged by @junoshifts on this post, and i decided to do this a little differently because i have a massive username. every song corresponds to a dr of mine, with a lyric that stuck out to me!
d - dirt - léon
avengers / pjo dr -> somebody once told me, “you can’t stay in the past. why are you going backwards?”
a - arsonists lullaby by hozier
crescent city / acotar drs -> all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach. don’t you ever tame your demon, but always keep them on a leash.
w - whats wrong by half alive
acotar / lotr / vox drs -> looking through a haze, i’m basing everything around me on traces. the criminal i’ve been chasing is wearing my shoes.
n - new person, same old mistakes - tame impala
acotar / lotr / vox drs -> maybe your story aint so different from the rest, and i know it seems wrong to accept but you’ve got your demons and she’s got her regrets.
s - starwalking by lil nas x
xmen / fantastic four dr -> don’t ever say its over if i’m breathing, racing to the moonlight and i’m speeding. i’m heading to the stars, ready to go far.
d - daydreamer by young the giant
lotr dr -> you wake up someday and you realize that you were dreaming of the life you forget.
r - rhiannon by fleetwood mac
acotar / cc / quicksilver dr -> dreams unwind, love’s a state of mind.
e - ends of the earth by lord huron
crescent city / acotar drs -> out theres a world that calls for me, heading out into the unknown.
a - ancient dreams in a modern land - marina
avengers / pjo dr -> we could bear witness to the rise and the fall. ancient dreams in a modern land, i’m trying to get back as fast as i can.
m - magnified - island police
lotr dr -> i feel so far from home, the only thing i know is that i got lost and i got questions why.
w - when the night is over - lord huron
acotar / cc / quicksilver dr -> theres an emerald in the sky. i hear the rivers say your name, by the stars above i know we were in love.
o - open season by high highs
balders gate / critical role dr -> get on your knees in the fire, you can leave it all in your mind.
r - remain nameless by fotm
quicksilver dr -> i wish to remain nameless, and live without shame, because whats in a name. i still remain the same, you can call me anything you want.
l - love will get you there by inhaler
pjoverse dr -> i couldn’t reach it, too busy waiting on a moment. i tried so hard to forget you could only be a silhouette.
d - die hard by kendrick lamar
moc! cody dr -> we all got enough to lie about, my truth too complicated to hide now. can i open up? is it safe or not?
choose a song that corresponds with a dr for each letter of your username ! this took so much longer than i anticipated but it was so much fun
J : john my beloved by sufjan stevens
shatter me dr . . . “So can we pretend sweetly before the mystery ends? I am a man with a heart that offends with its lonely and greedy demands.”
U : unknown / nth by hozier
starborn dr . . . “Do you know, I could break beneath the weight o the goodness, love, I still carry for you? That I'd walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you.”
N : no rest for the wicked by lykke li
x-men dr . . . “If one heart can mend another, only then can we begin. So won't you hold on a little longer, don't let them get away.”
O : october by crane wives
fae + alchemy dr . . . “Come my dear and be a part of my home, missing stitch and flowers on a headstone … So kiss me quick, steal every secret I keep. You can have anything that you want from me.”
S : smile like you mean it by the killers
smallville ! oliver dr . . . “Looking back at sunsets on the East Side, we lost track of the time. Dreams aren't what they used to be … And someone is calling my name from the back of the restaurant. And someone is playing a game in the house that I grew up in.”
H : heartlines by florence + the machine
vox machina dr . . . “Still, I follow heartlines on your hand. This fantasy, this fallacy, this tumbling stone, echoes of a city that's long overgrown. Your heart is the only place that I call home. Can I be returned?”
I : in the dark by cathedrals
mighty nein dr . . . “I can see you fall apart, you turn away and fade out of sight. But I hear you call in the night, let it go, let me hold you this time. Lying in the hollows of your heart … I’ll be a spark in the sky. When you want it, I’ll be on the other side.”
F : francesca by hozier
prythian/acotar dr . . . “My life was a storm, since I was born. How could I fear any hurricane? If someone asked me at the end, I'll tell them put me back in it. Darling, I would do it again. If I could hold you for a minute, darling, I'd go through it again. I would still be surprised I could find you, darling, in any life.”
T : third eye by florence + the machine
throne of glass dr . . . “And you deserve to be loved, and you deserve what you are given. And oh, how much? 'Cause there's a hole where your heart lies, and I can see it with my third eye. And though my touch, it magnifies … I’m the same, I’m the same, I’m trying to change.”
S : save me by remy zero
smallville ! clois dr . . . “And I will give you anything you want, oh, you are all I wanted. All my dreams are fallen down. crawling around and round and round. Somebody save me, let your warm hands break right through it. Somebody save me, I don't care how you do it, just stay, stay. C'mon, I've been waiting for you.”
choose a song that corresponds with a dr for each letter of your username
this is so fun, i always think of new songs to fit into my drs ! all the songs are just going to be for my vampire diaries reality because even though i technically have a billion drs i haven't really paid any attention to them...
fade into you - mazzy star
You live your life, you go in shadows
You'll come apart and you'll go blind
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there...
Fade into you
Strange you never knew...
realms - sarah kinsely
Somewhere deep in the universe
All the good things have aligned...
Making my way
Through the night
And through the day
Right to the edge
At the end of time
What if this realm is all where you're mine ?
What if this is it for you and I ?
What if this world is the only world where we collide ?...
understand - keshi
Maybe we can try it if you let me
Take you by the hand
You're the only one who understands...
I'll admit that I'm scared
'Cause I've never really cared as much as this
It's worth the risk...
in the woods somewhere - hozier
When I awoke
The moon still hung
The night so black that the darkness hummed...
I raised myself
My legs were weak
I prayed my mind be good to me...
I clutched my life
And wished it kept
My dearest love, I'm not done yet...
How many years
I know I'll bear
I found something in the woods somewhere...
tactics ( recorded at electric lady studios ) - japanese breakfast
Tried, tried to recall
Memories of peaches, the sun on my neck...
A love that has to
Move a great distance from you
Cross a sea, keep you from me...
spring into summer - lizzy mcalpine
Somebody finds me in the state I am
Love you like I mean it when I know I can't...
Somebody finds me in the shallow end
Love you like I mean it just because I can...
Taking a picture of all the people close to us
Head below the surface, almost never certain of the truth...
You're always gonna be someone that I want
We have too many years between us
If I could jump into the past, I'd only change one thing
I'd never hurt you first, I'd never let you leave
And now I'm here forever, runnin' back to you...
waiting room - phoebe bridgers
And when broken bodies are washed ashore
Who am I to ask for more, more, more ?...
She'll be the best you ever had if you let her...
I know it's for the better
Know it's for the better
Know it's for the better
Know it's for the better
Know it's for the better
Know it's for the better...
requiem - keshi
The sun and the moon they just won't stop for you
Dancing around like nothing changed...
Oh, it's not the same, I miss you everyday
Still some things I wish I told you
Could you stay ?
Why'd you go away ?
Hope that we can do it over...
landslide - fleetwood mac
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
'Til the landslide brought me down...
Can the child within my heart rise above ?
Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides ?
Can I handle the seasons of my life ?...
One of the biggest shifting tips I have for shifters is to STOP PUTTING YOUR DR ON A PEDESTAL!! It’s hard, I know. Treating your DR as this fantasy escape is a product of your brain elevating the value of your DR. As much as you act like it’s this perfect, better place, it’s really just another reality in the multiverse. Just like the one you are in now. The only difference is how you perceive it.
There will be days you feel slumped in your DR. Days you want to just give up and fall onto your couch, eating a tub of ice cream while watching your favorite show or movie. There might be sadness. Anger. Hurt. Because that’s life. Life is messy and complicated. It won’t always be “perfect” to you. It’s real. So is your DR. It’s not some made-up fake place or a fan fiction that is tailored to you 24/7. It IS real. In my experience, the sooner I realized that, the easier shifting got.
When you stop idolizing your DR and instead see it for what it honestly is (a place where you learn, grow, and live through the good, the bad, and the ugly), I feel like shifting becomes much more obtainable and not as scary. It’s about taking your power back no matter what reality you’re in and recognizing that you have the keys to go, to thrive wherever you want to go. Every place, every situation, every experience comes with layers (some easier, some harder). I feel like that’s one of the things that makes a place meaningful.
(side note: thank you everyone for 550 followers!! I love you so much, thank you for all your kind words and support 🫶)
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