sammy

hiii sammy here! emo, writer, college student :p

multi-fandom posting! mainly my chemical romance and emo tidbits, but sometimes shows like heated rivalry, the pitt, and x-files. however, i am quite new to tumblr so reach out if anything is messed up!

just complaining about my life and sometimes writings- rarely nsfw but still minors dni

love some dark fantasy aesthetic (ie the pfp and heading photo lol)

here's knight gerard way, thanks for checking out the blog, hope to post more soon!

He leans down to look at you, brushing hair from your face as you lean into the touch, "aww tired, puppy?"

FUCKKKKK NEED THAT

tags: damien x gender-neutral!reader, domestic fluff, cats, injury, (lowkey) found family

word count: 900~

warning! mention of blood (non-serious injury)

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a harsh but whispered "fuck!" traveled through the apartment as damien closed out his stream. startled, he waved a quick goodbye and a few thank you's before logging and walking to the living room.

he peered around doorframe to see you at the kitchen sink, your eyebrows furrowed and jumping at a wince. damien glances back to the couch briefly, the white blanket you loved now seemed to have a few spots of dirt or something on it.

suddenly a frazzled frejya runs from behind the couch and between damien's feet to the room behind him.

damien's attention turns back to you as he approaches you, "hey honey, what going-"

he's cut off at the sight of blood. he seeing it swirling in the sink before he sees your arm. two curved lines go up your forearm, deep enough just to raise some superficial blood to the surface.

damien's voice goes soft and he places a chaste kiss to your cheek, "sweetheart, i'm going to go grab the first aid kit. i'll be right back."

he rushes to the bathroom, but on the way can't help but catch a glimpse of a very guilty frejya laying on his bed, slightly hidden behind a pillow. the situation begins to fully dawn on him as he returns to you pat drying your cuts.

"sweetheart, here let me help, please."

you make room for him as pull the paper tower away. damien makes quick work opening the first aid to find a wipe to clean the cuts, and offers an apologetic smile when you hiss at the sting.

after applying a few bandaids, he places a few kisses to the area. finally, he looks up at you, meeting your eyes filled with unshed tears.

"honey, can you tell me what happened?"

you inhale sharply, steadying yourself.

"i just- she was laying on my lap -such a sweet girl- i tried to reach for my water and i thought i could without startling her. then i, of course, knock it over making a noise. she was making biscuits on my arm so she was claws out, ya know. it was my fault- i just- sorry."

you voices dies out before you can look at damien, but now he only offers a slight quizzical look, "so what are these leftover tears for?"

he wipes a stray one from your face as you prepare to answer, "i just know how important she is to you, and me moving in recently i know has thrown her off. i just want her to like me, damien, cause i'll go if she doesn't."

he slightly smiles and huffs a laugh, you've taken his warning about not coming between him and his cats a bit too literally, it 's endearing,

he grabs both of your hands, careful with your cut arm. "aww, sweetheart, this stuff happens. don't beat yourself up, she's okay and it was purely an accident. i bet she feels really sorry, i know so. she's hiding super guilty on the bed."

that made you hiccup a small laugh, some of the stray tears finally falling as you wipe them with the back of your hand. after a small sniffle, "i'm glad she's okay, do you think she wants to make amends?"

"definitely."

together you creep to your newly shared bedroom, freyja sits curled up by damien's side, feeling too guilty for your side. first damien approaches and she perks up easily, enjoying some head rubs and scratched behind the ear before you approach. her motions still as you place your hand out, offering her to smell you and give you approval to touch her. almost instantaneously she begins to rub her face along you fingertips. she lifts her chin and allows to to pet and scratch at her neck.

finally, with a small darling squeak, she rolls over from her curled position to expose her belly and allowing you to pet her. you heart warms at the sight as you tentatively pet her belly. she begins to purr with a small roar and you can only smile in awe. to pet her more you sit on the bed, startling her slightly but she simply rolls over again as her purrs continue.

finally, you look up to damien who still stands next to the bed, watching the two of you. when you meet his eyes, it seems you've swapped, now his eyes are filled with unshed tears.

without removing your hand from frejya, you reach out with your other to his hand, "what's wrong, dames?"

he smiles through a sniffle, "i knew you two would get along, i never worried. but seeing you bond in real time just really pulls on the heart strings, whoo!" he ends as he wipes away a few tears.

you reach around to pull him into a hug, your head now resting against his sternum. his hand finds purchase at your shoulder, rubbing small circles into it.

"feels like were a little family like this."

you look up at him with wide eyes, his words feel like a promise as they hang in the air. "i love you, damien."

he bends down to kiss your head, his voice slightly shaken with more tears, "baby, love you too. so much."

you lean up to him, allowing your lips to meet his. its chaste but warm and full of love. it feels like home.

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but i'm the meal

been masking so much recently and i need a strong hug so i wrote this

damien haas x gender-neutral!reader

word count: 793

warnings: none!

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dating damien was delightful, however, living together could be sad sometimes. being a voice actor and streamer came with odd working hours, making eating dinner alone or waking up to him already gone a common occurrence. he was doing something he loved so you weren't upset, just a little lonely.

today was one of the worst days you had in a while, and what you hated most was nothing really happened. it was a day where you just felt unregulated, your nervous system refused to settle. the thought of cooking dinner and eating alone felt entirely daunting now. practically impossible.

so when you turned the key to your apartment there was dread in your stomach churning, yet upon opening it a wash of warmth hit you.

on the couch sat damien, freyja curled in his lap, tuppence playing with a catnip toy on the ground, and a low hum for the stove top.

"joyous, perfect timing! welcome home, sweetheart! frejya just sat down in my lap, could you please stir the sauce on the stove?"

the whole scene made your heart swell, you'd missed damien so much recently and today he's exactly what you needed. you inhaled sharply, it all overwhelmed you with so much happiness and relief. as you exhaled you felt a stray tear roll down your face. and as you breathed in again a small hiccup escaped, allowing more tears to fall.

overcome, you buried your face in your hands as sobs began to shake you. from the couch you could hear damien rushing to you.

"oh no! freyja a minute."

that made you smiled into your hands, respectful as always. then you heard the sound of the stove ticking off and his bare feet hitting the tile floor. then suddenly his voice was close.

"baby, can i touch you?"

you nodded quickly, you needed him so much.

"aw, honey," and just like that his hands were rubbing up and down your arms, applying a perfect soothing pressure. "tears are good, baby. let it all out. i'm here, i got you."

as the tears began to slow you uncovered your face, now allowing your arms to wrap around his torso, pulling him into a hug. he followed your lead, hugging you back and rubbing your back.

with his soothing pressure you began to take deeper breaths, following the feeling of his chest rise and fall against yours. "good, good baby. perfect deep breaths."

as he spoke his hand traveled to your hair, supporting your head where it lay curled into his neck.

soon your breathing evened out and you adjusted to hug him properly, "thank you, dee."

"of course, baby." he whispered.

he let the silence hang a few more seconds until he spoke again, "do you want to talk about it?"

you slightly shrugged against him, "kinda overstimulated all day, and masking was harder. you being home was just overwelming."

he made a small quizzical hum, "oh, i mean good overwelming. such a wave of relief, i'm so glad you're here."

your voiced shook slightly as you finished, you were just so happy he was here. you know he heard it too as he squeezed you harder at the admission, reminding you that he was here, and he wasn't going anywhere either.

"i'm glad i could be here for you, baby. i'm sorry i haven't been here much recent-"

you squeezed him back hard, burrowing your head into his neck more, "no sorry's, i'm just happy you're here."

he laughed, and it felt heavenly as it shook the both of you. you planted a quick kiss to his neck, causing him to giggle more. "okay, okay, lovebug. you wanna lay down and cuddle up?"

"i do..."

"but?"

"damien, i'm so fucking hungry and the food smells so good. please."

he squeezed you harder as he laughed again, "of course, honey. let's eat, it should be ready. i was just keeping it warm on the stove waiting for you."

you sighed audibly, and planted a wet dramatic kiss to his cheek "i love you so much."

he winced slightly at his now wet cheek, and with a small laugh huffed, "i love you more."

the rest of the evening was one only from your dreams. you ate dinner on the couch curled up together, speaking softly about a recent project he was working on. then watched some of your favorite tv as you laid on his chest. you knew you were being clingy, but the guilt that wrapped around your chest quickly fell away as damien pulled you closer and never let go.

gerard is some snotty annoying prince that is actually quite misunderstood

frank is his servant/companion for gerard

they are young men joking around for a long time, maybe stealing kisses until one day gerard is stern, cold, gaze a thousand miles away. he snaps at frank, barking an order through gritted teeth.

frank whips around "who died and made you king?"

"my dad."

living in LA with damien would be so wonderful

having date nights where he picks you up from work, putting on a silly voice to act overly gentlemanly.

most importantly when you finally settle in to the car and his act falters, he leans over the console to give you a quick kiss, and in a whisper "hey baby, doing okay?"

you smile and lean in for another kiss, "better, you?"

he smiles, "same, better."

you lean away from each other as he sets out to drive, his hand coming to rest on your thigh.

"so where are we headed?"

jack's habit of standing with his hands behind his back, and slowly nods, like when he's taking in a report of some med student.

but he does it at home too, when you have something to tell him, no matter how important or not.

as his partner you wanted to talk about gender-affirming care you we're considering. you wanted his medical opinion and just to know what he thought, tell him at all what you we're thinking about.

you were nervous when he came home, shaking with nerves and anticipation. he pulled you into a hug, a small plea of "what's going on, baby?". you were reassured by his hug but had to push him away eventually so else you would never spit it out.

he understood and that's when he backed away, hands folded behind his back and nodded. he was was quiet, he was stern in seriousness, but not closed off. just listening, expertly.

afterwards, he rubbed up and down your arms. "you're real brave, baby, you know that, right?" and as he pulls you into a hug, "thank you for telling me."

a few days later he came home and you were beyond excited about something new you saw online. he reacts just the same, arms crossed behind his back and nodding slowly. listening expertly. always when it comes to you.

is to watch a horror or sci-fi movies say that it was a plot of an x-files episode

OKAY - thinking about older (40s) Frilli and Frank working with Ray at a record shop (inspired by the epilogue of Mercening's comic: Illi is the Protagonist!) and he bring records home. This is what I believe his journal would look like reflecting on a particularly sweet afternoon!

word count: 506

tags: first pov, domestic fluff, dancing, comic artist!illi, kisses, flirting

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I walk in to the house and can't but smile wildly. My pretty girl is sitting at the kitchen table, hunched over, one knee pulled to her chest and other leg sprawled out as a tripping hazard. She's sketching as she usually is. She has her own space now for sketching, it was a priority in the move, yet I always find her at the too-small kitchen table. Once she mentioned something about feeling safe to take up space in the new apartment, I think she didn't even mean to say it. But it meant she felt safe here, so I would never dismiss her back to her office unless she wanted to, I like her near me as I fail to cook and clean then end up lounging on the couch. To know she's there, filling the space with her bright and wild character. She feels like a dream.

Walking into our home feels like being hit with warm sun rays as her smile hits me, I can tell in her posture and slightly timid smile that she's busy at work, entirely focused there. I feel honored to watch her work. She's beautiful.

In that beauty, I can't help but watch to her where she sits. Standing behind the chair as hug her from behind, slipping my arms around her torso, leaning down to place my head to her shoulder, careful not to place my weight on her and crush her into the table.

Working at the record store with Ray has been great, the best thing of course is hanging with Ray and listening to music all day but what's also great is bringing home records. For us employees we can loan out second-hand records for the evening, and the variety of selection has been enlightening.

Albums brought on bittersweet nostalgia as I remembered my childhood with my father and grandfather spinning records and playing sweet guitar. Artists like Stevie Wonder, The Ronettes, Roy Orbison, and Neil Young have been filling the apartment. Wordlessly I like to play them, my pretty girl sits there usually unbothered at the music unless it's particularly a bad pick.

I try not to bother her, allowing her focus to continue, but as she stirred to stand up and greet me I grabbed her hand silently. She groaned and protested quietly, asking what I was doing as I dragged her towards the living room. I grabbed both of her hands as 'That Girl' by Stevie Wonder played, I mouthed the words poorly and danced even worse.

Illi tried to hide her face and worse hide her blush as I serenaded her. She protested by insisting she didn't look good, and still in her pajamas, however, I countered with butterfly kisses and some hornier comments about her beautiful legs in her pajama shorts. As the song ended, next was "Isn't She Lovely" which caused me to groan in delight, kissing up her neck, whispering a chant of 'yes'.

i want to make weird zines and art but have to worry about my family finding them??

thinking about being (tv's) damien haas' partner on a ren faire date

he usually went all out being dressed up for the ren faire however you were brainstorming your outfits the week before and yours began to sound more and more elaborate....

he smiled that you were so happy about what you had planned "its like the southern gondor army meets the cure" - aka silver earth designs over black gothic layers. he knew your would perfectly execute and be stunning as always but he had a small qualm. the heat. all the black layering was sounding undeniably warm.

so silently he adjusted his outfit in his head, with your lord of the ring influence he decided on something more hobbiton. light colors, linens, and a larger bag to carry your shed layers and ren faire goodies, just like a trusty samwise gamgee.

on the day of you were slightly sad that your unsaid needs out weighed his outfit, but he assured you that he wanted to and knew together your would go again this summer.

by the end of it he had three of your lace, scarf-like layers and belt packs in his shire-esque sack while he held your water as you scarfed down a turkey leg.

just dreaming about being jack abott's slightly problematic age gap younger partner

and partner as in he gives medical tips and offers gender-affirming care advice whenever you complain about dysphoria

he says shit like "i love your chest baby but i don't mind taking them of your hands. literally."

and god forbid you start taking hormones, he INSISTS on delivering every shot, applying every cream, etc. - "i got it, jack!" "you deserve the best care, baby, please let me take care of you."