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criminalmindswhore · 1 year ago

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Family Affair Ch. 1

An Emily Prentiss x Reader story that will be angsty. TW: mentions of violence and murder, homophobic parents and people, child abuse You stumbled into the BAU not prepared to see your family on the screen. What happens when the family you left behind is dead and your new one is responsible for catching their killer?

You were born into a family where love was earned. Perfection was expected and if it wasn't perfect, it wasn't accepted. You did every extracurricular activity possible to please your parents. Theatre, track, singing, Honors Society, but it was never enough. Even when you graduated top of your class at Yale and then got into the academy. The day you left for Yale there was a huge blowout fight which resulted in you being cut out of the family.

"Dad I don't want that life. I don't want to come back to this town with the same rude people and run this business." You threw your last bag into your car and slammed the door. Your dad hot on your tail as you walked back inside the house. "You don't have a choice. You either do that or don't bother coming home." You came to a full stop in the entryway, taking a deep angry breath. You pressed your fingers against the bridge of your nose. Your dad sighed, "We love you Y/N and we want what's best for you." You turned towards him and scoffed, "What's best for me, isn't in this run-down town." There was a lingering sadness between the two of you. You knew you couldn't continue to let them treat you this way, and he knew he was losing you.

"Dad, I need to move on. I can't live in this house anymore it's full of pain for me whether you acknowledge it or not. Kate and I both see it. Mom sometimes does." Your voice softer, almost scared of his reaction. He stood with his arms crossed and feet planted firm, you continued, "Everyone my age hates me, you hate me, there's nothing here for me anymore." Your dad was set off by this, "We don't hate you Y/N! If we did we wouldn't have let you go to Yale and offer to pay for your groceries while you're there." You took a step towards him, "There was nothing you could have done to stop me. I'm on a full ride and I don't need your help." He shoved past you, "You're never gonna make it past freshman year." You paced through the space ranting, "I have been nothing but successful my entire life, what makes you think I can't handle it? Because you won't be there to yell at me or hit me when I get a 97 instead of a 100? Because you won't be there to force me to go to church? I have made something of myself from nothing with no support from you. You have never said you're proud of me once." He grabbed a beer from the fridge, he was yelling now, "I did so much for you! I'm the reason you were so successful!" You scoffed at him, "The reason I'm successful is because I feared for my life when I wasn't. That's not helping, that's trauma. That's why I never told you guys about her."

The words left your mouth before you could stop them. He stopped walking around and looked at you, your blood ran cold with fear. "Her?" Your brain went blank, you couldn't think of one thing to say to save yourself. "I knew you were one of them. Get out of my house and don't come back."

Your alarm blaring in your ear jolted you from the most amazing sleep you have ever gotten. "Fuck this." You turned it off and groaned as someone knocked on your bedroom door. "Come in!" You rolled over in your bed now face down in the pillows. "Good morning sleepyhead, I made us coffee and breakfast for the road now get up." Your roommate Garcia threw a throw pillow from the couch at you. You picked your head up and glared at her, "What the fuck Pen?" She smiled at you, already wearing a full face of makeup with her rainbow robe. She closed the door and you rolled out of bed. Dragging yourself into the shower. You loved your job but there was nothing you loved more than sleep. For some reason, your parents were heavy on your mind during your shower. You haven't spoken for nearly 7 years. Your last conversation on your college graduation day. They called to tell you they wouldn't be attending followed by some dumbass excuse. Not that you really wanted to see them anyway, it had been 4 years at that point. Now you were in the FBI, working towards your doctorate. After making yourself look put together and professional you trotted into the kitchen where Pen was sitting waiting for you while she read some new romance novel. You grinned at her music choice this morning, Lana Del Rey. You grabbed your Yale travel mug from the cabinet pouring coffee into it. You turned to Pen, "You ready miss thang?" She giggled, "Y/N you gotta stop flirting with me or Morgan's gonna have some competition." She stood up grabbing her purse and coffee cup.

The energy was off from the second you two stepped off the elevator onto the BAU's floor. Hotch was standing at the glass doors waiting for you. The team already gathered in the round table room. Hotch pulled you aside and told Garcia to join the team. She shot you a smile before trekking up the stairs. "Hotch what's going on? Is this about me using the word soggy in the report? I couldn't think of a better-" "No Y/N, it's about your family." Your heart drops to your stomach, you suddenly feel weak. "Hotch, don't tell me." Tears sprung in your eyes, all he did was look at you with sympathy. You took off into the round table room, "Y/N don't." You dropped your coffee seeing the pictures on the screen. Images of your parents dead, hands missing. Everything was spinning and the team sprung into action. JJ clicking off the screen, Emily standing up to grab you. Garcia grabs your bag from your hands and picks up your cup. "No, no, no, no." You kept repeating yourself slowly sinking to the ground. Emily was holding your waist to safely lower you down, "Y/N look at me, look at me." You looked at her face and she grabbed your hands once you were safely sitting. "Breathe, force the air in." You didn't even realize you hadn't taken a breath.

After a few minutes you had calmed down, swallowed your feelings, and stood up. "What happened." You demanded rather than asked the team. Hotch went to speak up, "Y/N you don't want to-" "Aaron, tell me." You glared at him. You knew that town better than anyone in the room, they needed you still and everyone knew it. He took a deep breath, "Found this morning in one of their restaurants by your sister. Hands are missing which is why we were called in. Cause of death is a bullet to the head." No one spoke as you processed. You swallowed the bile that was creeping up your throat and took a step towards Garcia looking for some kind of comfort, she understood and grabbed your hand. "There's a lot of hunters in the area, they would know how to take the- um, hands. My dad was well-liked in the community, and the same with my mom. I wasn't but I haven't been back in over 10 years. My sister never left, she went to community college and then started working for my dad. Is she in protective custody?" Hotch nodded. "Y/N you aren't allowed to work this case but we will be using you as a resource. Wheels up in 10." Rossi gave you a long, tight hug on his way out the door. The team knows you aren't huge on touch so they all gave you a shoulder pat. Other than JJ who stopped in front of you, "Can I give you a hug?" Her voice was full of sadness, and you nodded. She wrapped her arms around you in the Y/N."

You sat on the jet at the table, Emily beside you, Hotch and Rossi across from you. You were listening to them throw around theories and you filled in with information about the people and town when needed. You weren't completely present, memories of childhood flashing in your head. The bad was taking over the good and you were struggling to find reasons to be sad. You felt psychotic sitting there looking for something good to miss about them. Sure you always wanted them to say they were proud of you, or come to your wedding but the chances of that happening, alive or not, were slim to none.

Emily placed her hand on your knee sensing the turmoil in your head. Hotch's voice brought you back to the jet, "When we land Morgan and Reid go to the crime scene. Rossi and JJ I want you to go to the medical examiner, Prentiss, and Y/L/N will go with me to the station. Y/N your sister is waiting for you there." Everyone nodded, a thick tension in the air. No one knew details but they all knew you left and never looked back. On top of your parents being dead, they all knew coming back was going to be a lot for you. Emily softly spoke, "Y/N, don't bottle this up okay? We understand it's okay." She gave you the softest, sweetest smile. The last thing you needed was the crush that has been brewing for over a year now to fuck with your head but at this moment you could almost feel love coming off her words.

You walked into the station and spotted her immediately, dropping your bag on the floor and running to the room she was in. "Y/N!" She jumped up and wrapped her arms around you. "Hi, Kate." You pulled her close to your chest. She shook with sobs, from the sadness of losing your parents and because she missed you so much. Tears finally slipped from your eyes, "I'm so sorry I left you behind Katie." She pulled away from you and wiped your tears, "Shut up dude. I told you to."

"Y/N please go to Yale. I will be okay, I promise. Dad hasn't laid a hand on me in almost a year. You know I can handle this." She sat up to look at up you from the end of the bed. The two of you were lying in opposite directions on your bed, your room packed up into boxes around you. "I just don't want you to have to do this alone," you spoke honestly. She crawled on the bed to lay beside you regularly, "I won't be alone, I have my friends and the dog." She smiled at you, a sadness in her eyes. "I will miss you but you worked hard for this. You deserve to get out of here, god knows I won't. One of us needs to escape." It was your turn to glare at her, "Don't say that, you'll leave this fucked up town too." There was a comfortable silence around you two as you soaked up your last night together.

You smiled at her, happy to have your little sister in your arms again. You pulled her back to your chest, "I'm so happy to see you again loser." She giggled. She sat down on the couch again, pulling her sleeves over her hands. "Y/N promise me you guys can find the person that did this." She looked at you with pleading eyes looking for answers, you sat beside her. "My team is the best, they will find them. I promise you." She sniffled and swallowed. "I don't know what to even do. Obviously, I'm sad but with our childhood, it's hard to process this." You nodded, "Trust me, I understand. I felt like a crazy person on the plane ride here. I don't think there's one way we need or should feel right now. It's gonna take time to figure out how we feel, but I'm here now. We'll figure it out together." She smiled slightly before a tear slipped down her cheek. Kate reached out to grab your hand, "I'm really glad you're here Y/N." You shivered, "I have mixed feelings."

Just as you started to feel less horrified of being here there was a knock on the door, and you heard a voice you haven't heard since senior year of high school, "Y/N, can we talk?" You turned on the couch to see Amber Jones standing at the door, badge dangling off her belt. You nodded, patted your sister on the knee, and stood. Prepared for the conversation you've avoided for a decade.

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blue-jester · 2 days ago

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 year ago

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To Keep Fighting Part Two

A/N: It took longer than it is, but here is part two. I have decided that there is going to be an epilogue.

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Part One

Steve lay on the floor, breathing heavily as his mother wiped his nose. She was still crying a little, her hands shaking.

"You scared the hell out of your mother, son," John said weakly.

"Sorry," Steve said.

"What did you mean when you said that Eddie's alive, boy?" Wayne asked. "Your folks just told me he was dead."

"He did die, but he's back now, and I think he's being controlled by Vecna - Henry Creel," Steve said.

"Love, I know how much you want him to be alive," Maggie said softly.

"Ma, please . . . ," Steve said.

"Okay, okay . . . If you say he's back, then I believe you," Maggie said and stroked his cheek. "It's okay."

"Mammy . . . I don't feel good," Steve said weakly.

He stood up and started walking towards the kitchen. He barely made it to the kitchen before he threw up black sludge in the sink.

"Oh my god!" Maggie shrieked.

"You have to set it on fire!" Steve yelled. "Fire!"

"Back up!" John yelled. "I got this!"

They watched as he poured alcohol over the sludge and then dropped a match. It exploded into flames, and Steve screamed in pain. He felt like his insides were burning.

"It's still inside of me!" Steve yelled.

"What do we do?!" Maggie cried.

"When Will was possessed by the Mind Flayer, Joyce took him to him to Hopper's cabin and basically turned it into a sauna," Steve gasped, leaning heavily against his mother. "It doesn't like the heat."

"Is this what this is?" Maggie asked.

"I don't know, but you have to tie me down," Steve said. "Whatever it is, fire is the best way to get rid of it."

"Well, okay, let's crank up the heat," John said, clapping his hands together.

"Karen, maybe we should take Holly home," Ted said.

"With the air like it is?" Karen asked.

"Karen, there's a bunch of games in the basement and a TV if you don't want to leave. It's also soundproof," Maggie said. "It's where Steve and the kids like to hang out. They get a little loud."

"Thank you," Karen said softly. "Steve’s going to be okay. He's strong."

"Thanks, Karen," Maggie said gratefully.

"Ted, you're going to stay here and help," Karen said and then let Maggie her show her the basement with Holly.

"Let's get the fireplaces going," John said. "I think there's some rope in the shed out back."

Charles and Ted dragged a chair into the living room. Sue and Claudia helped Steve into the same room, setting him in the chair. John got to work to make the room as hot as possible. Claudia held onto Steve's hand tightly, her bottom lip trembling.

"You're going to be okay," Claudia said.

"I know," Steve said. "No reason to cry over me, Claudia. I'm going to be okay."

"You're very brave," Sue sniffled. "I'm going to get the rope."

Claudia pressed a kiss to Steve's hair and then let Maggie take her place when she came back into the room.

"You've got a lot of people who love you, sweetheart," Maggie said kneeling next to him. "Which is why you're going to fight this, okay?"

"I know, Ma," he said softly. "I'm scared."

"Me too," Maggie said. "I love you."

"I love you too, Mammy," Steve said.

"Do you remember the last time that you called me that?" Maggie asked. "You were just a little lad, your eyes bigger than yourself. Then you sprouted up like a weed and it was just Ma."

"You're always my Mammy," Steve sniffled.

"My sweet boy," Maggie sobbed.

Sue came back with the ropes and with Maggie, they began to tie him to the chair. Maggie was tying his feet to the chair when she laughed, tickling his feet.

"Ma!" Steve laughed.

"I remember when you were little and I used to tickle your feet," she said.

"Yeah, you used to say that I would inherit your Da's giant feet," Steve said.

"And you did," Maggie laughed. "Ma used to joke that his feet were as big as his ego."

The room grew warmer as John stoked the fires. Steve tried to squirm in his seat, to fight against the ropes. Something inside of him didn't like what was happening. John grabbed a bunch of heaters from the basement and centered them around Steve, cranking them as high as possible.

"None of you have to be here for this," Steve said, looking at Sue and Claudia.

"After everything that you've done for our children, how could we leave you like this?" Sue asked.

"Son, you have put your life on the line for them many times," Charles said. "After your parents informed us of what happened, we talked to the kids. They told us everything."

"Dustin and Lucas wouldn't stop talking about you," Claudia said. "All of us are so proud of you and we're all going to be here while you fight this."

"So, shut up and let us be here for you," Sue said.

It grew painful and whatever was inside of him, was screaming. It wanted to stay. Suddenly there was laughter inside of his head. It was dark and cold, trying to wedge itself to the forefront of his mind. It was trying to take him over. Steve gritted his teeth and focused on the weeping face of his mother, and he thought of Robin. She was his best friend, and he knew that they would soon be here. Oh, God, he didn't want to her to see him like this. He thought of Dustin, who would also be here. They needed to hurry this up.

"Everyone's going to be here soon," Steve said weakly. "I don't want Dustin to see me like this. I don't want the kids to see me like this. They've been through enough. I need someone to grab the poker and put it into the fire then press it against my skin."

"No!" John and Maggie said.

"This thing needs to get out. You should probably grab some buckets and be prepared to light this thing on fire," Steve said. "If I'm going to be puking this thing out. Please!"

Everyone rushed to grab a couple of metal buckets and matches. The laughter grew loudly in his head. John stood in front of him, a poker in his hand. John's hand shook, his eyes filing with unshed tears as he stood in front of his son.

"You don't have to be the one to do this, John," Charles said. "Let someone else do it for you."

"No, I need to be the one to help my son," John said.

"Dad. . . "

"It's okay, my boy, it's going to be okay," he said.

John's hand still trembled, sweat pouring down the side of his head. Everyone was covered in sweat now. It was Wayne who stepped forward and took the poker from his hand.

"Let me do something," Wayne said and it was now him standing before Steve. "Sorry, kid, I don't even know you."

"Maybe that's best," Steve laughed.

Wayne pressed the poker into Steve's skin and Steve screamed. The thing inside of him screamed louder. Darkness grew at the edges of his vision and then suddenly, it was like someone else had taken over, but Steve could still everything that was going on.

"You are pathetic!" The thing screamed. "You couldn't kill me the first time. What makes you can do it this time?"

"Vecna," Maggie said with wide eyes.

"Is that what they've been calling me?" He laughed. "Not bad."

"Get the hell out of my son!" Maggie said.

She grabbed the poker and kept pressed against Steve's skin. His veins turned black as Vecna used Steve's voice to scream. His head dropped and he went still. Maggie pulled back with the poker. Vecna started laughing.

"Did you really think that it would be that easy?" Vecna asked. "To put your mind at ease, your son will soon be dead. The virus will take over his body allowing me to possess him freely with the help of my new puppet. According to my other puppet, it's what he would call . . . vampirism. A vampire, a member of the undead. Who knows? I may keep his body permanently. It's a nice body."

Maggie snarled, her face a twisted fury, and she pressed the poker to his cheek. Vecna laughed and let go of Steve's body. Suddenly, Steve was in control of his body again.

"I'm going to be sick," Steve said. "Mammy."

Claudia rushed forward with a large metal bucket and held it out under him. Steve puked into the bucket, depositing black sludge into the bucket. It was near to full. Charles took out and burned it. He came back in rather quickly.

"I burned it. Did he feel it?" Charles asked.

"No, I felt nothing. It's gone," Steve said weakly, his nose bleeding. "It's all gone."

John and Maggie untied their son from the chair. He relaxed to the floor and let his parents pull him into their arms. Meanwhile, everyone else worked to put out the fire, clean up, and literally do anything else to give the parents some time with their son.

"It's okay, we're here. We're here," John cried into his son's hair. "We're never going anywhere ever again. We promise."

The doorbell rang. Claudia rushed to answer the door. Steve blinked sleepily and tilted his head slightly when he heard Dustin's voice.

"It sure is warm in here. Why is it so warm in here?" Dustin asked and they heard Claudia burst into tears. "Mom?"

Everyone else spilled into the living room. Joyce and Hopper were at the front of the group, staring down at the family on the floor. The edges of Steve's vision were growing dark.

"What the hell happened?" Hopper asked before Steve lost consciousness.

A FEW DAYS LATER. . .

The sky in Hawkins was now red and lightning flashed amongst the dark, rolling clouds. Steve couldn't remember the last time that he had seen the sun. He missed it. He stared out the window of his bedroom. It's been a few days since the virus left Steve but every so often, he had this feeling that something dark was lurking in the shadows. They hadn't heard from Vecna or heard from Eddie either. Hopper still had his doubts that Eddie was alive, as did Ted. Dustin and Wayne were more than willing to believe him. Even with how dark the town was now; Dustin had more hope than anyone now. Even though Max was still in a coma.

Steve was feeling a lot better now that the vampirius, as Dustin so aptly named it, wasn't running rampant throughout his body. His burns, bites, and rash still hurt, but they were no longer killing them. They only thing that was really killing him was the emotional pain that was left behind, knowing that they were doing nothing to try to save Eddie. Focusing on Vecna and closing the gates were the most important things. He was furious about that, along with Dustin, Wayne, and his parents, but he knew that Hopper was probably right.

He sighed. He missed the sun. Even if things were back to normal, he still wouldn't see it right now. It was nighttime and he was supposed to be asleep along with everyone else in the house. Due to the apocalypse running throughout the town, Steve's house had turned into a refugee camp. The Hopper-Byers were sleeping here as well as Wayne and the Hendersons. Dustin had refused to leave his side after what happened. Robin was staying here too, due to the fact that her parents were unable to come back to town when they left to visit a friend.

Steve. . .

"Eddie?" Steve asked, whirling around.

He hadn't heard from Eddie in a few days. The voice called for him again. It sounded weird. . .a lot colder. Steve wondered downstairs, the sound getting louder. He headed towards the back door. It sounded like he was calling him from out by the pool. A loud snore startled him. Jesus, Hopper was loud. Steve paused before heading out the back door. There was someone resting in one of the lawn chairs. He got closer and stopped. It was Eddie. He grinned, his skin gray and his eyes red.

"Steve Harrington," he said, his voice cold. "You know, I've seen you bouncing around in here. You're a lot prettier in person."

"Why are you acting like this is the first time we met?" Steve asked.

"Oh. Do you think that I'm Eddie?" He asked.

"Vecna?" Steve asked.

"Oh, no, I'm not the boss. I'm something else entirely," he said and shook his head. "I'm not Eddie either, but he sure is screaming in here. I might have let him get a glimpse of what I am going to do to you. He is not a happy camper."

"What are you going to do to me?" Steve asked.

"Oh, the boss wants you gone. If he doesn't get you as his pet, then no one gets you," Kas cackled, and in a flash, he had him up against the wall. "Unfortunately, the boss man said not to play with my food. He did say I could eat you, though, and Daddy is very hungry."

Kas rolled out his long, black tongue and flicked it at Steve.

"Anything else of yours that's bigger than it should be?" Steve asked darkly as he squirmed under Kas's hold.

"Steve Harrington, are you flirting with me?" Kas asked.

"I don't know, would flirting with you convince you not to kill me?" Steve asked.

"I like you, Steve," Kas purred. "It's a damn shame that I have to kill you."

Kas bared his fangs and bit into his neck. Steve yelped. Kas hissed and jumped back, Steve’s blood on his lips.

"What? Do I taste bad?" He asked.

"Oh, Eddie is fighting like hell. Man, he can fight for what's his," Kas laughed. "I guess this is going to have to be quick."

Kas drew out his claws and slapped a hand over his mouth before slamming his claws right into Steve’s stomach. Steve let out a muffled holler. Kas grinned at him, removed his claws, and moved to slam them back in when Kas groaned. Kas stumbled back and collapsed to the ground, clutching his head. Kas moaned loudly, scowling. Steve slid to the floor, clutching his stomach as he watched him.

"No, mine!" Kas growled.

His entire body seized, and his eyes rolled back in his head. He went still, and then his eyes closed. A moment later, his eyes flew up, and he gasped, the red eyes fading to brown. He sat up, looking at Steve, and crawled over to him. Looking into his eyes, Steve knew that the body now belonged to the original owner.

"Eddie," Steve smiled.

It hurt, his stomach. It hurt a lot more than the bites, and he knew his claws had sunk in deep.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I should have fought harder," Eddie sobbed and pulled him into his arms.

"It wasn't you. It wasn't your fault. You fought, Eddie, you fought," Steve said. "Continue to fight."

"Fuck this. You're not going to die," Eddie cried.

Steve watched in alarm and watched as giant wings snapped out of Eddie's back. Eddie picked him up effortlessly. He flew up and into the sky.

"Eddie. . ."

"Hold on, baby, I'm getting you help," Eddie said.

"Angel. . . " Steve muttered.

"Pretty sure that I'm a vampire," Eddie replied.

"Is it too soon?" Steve asked, the wind rushing all around him.

"Is what too soon?" Eddie asked.

"To say that I love you," he said, and then he fell asleep.

Steve was dreaming. He was sure of it. There was a huge battle in the center of town, amongst the wreckage. Vecna was front and center. Everyone was fighting against the onslaught of demogorgons and demobats that he was sending their way. His parents and the rest of his family were amongst the fighters. Vecna grinned, and suddenly, his family was dying. Eddie stood beside him as Kas. What message was Vecna trying to send? Oh, he didn't know. He didn't know that Eddie was free and Kas was dead. Steve had to help.

He gasped and opened his eyes. He blinked rapidly. He was in the hospital. Shit, he was alive? Maybe his claws didn't hit as far as he thought they had. Steve looked around the room. There was no Eddie in sight. Shit. There was no one in the room. No one at all. Steve groaned and managed to pull himself up. Okay, maybe he hadn't been as hurt as he thought. He disconnected himself away from the machines and IVs before slipping out of the bed. His clothes were folded on the chair, and he pulled them on carefully. The hospital was busy, too busy for anyone to see him sneak out. He walked outside and luckily found a car that someone had forgotten to lock. Steve smiled as he remembered watching Eddie's hands work as he leaned against him. He did exactly what he watched Eddie. He whooped when he managed to start the car.

"Wonder what else those lovely hands can teach me," Steve muttered with a smirk.

He drove towards the center of town, and everyone was there. Steve got out of the car and leaned against it, clutching his stomach. They were fighting, but Vecna hadn't shown up yet, nor had Eddie. Oh, Steve had spoken too soon. Vecna strolled onto the scene with Eddie following after.

"You can not win this fight," Vecna said. "Not against me and my little puppets."

El walked forward and raised her hand. She paused when Eddie started laughing.

"Oh. Henry, you think that I'm still yours. No, Kas is dead," Eddie laughed. "No, you didn't factor in the one thing that's more powerful than you."

"What's that?" Vecna scowled.

"Love," Eddie grinned, and then his expression grew dark. "And you tried to use Kas to kill the man that I love."

Eddie rushed forward and ripped out his throat. He continued to chew through his viney neck until he came to the end, and he was holding Vecna's head in his hands. He dropped it with a grimace. The ground shook, and another earthquake hit Hawkins. The ground opened up for a moment, vines pulling Vecna's body in, almost as if the Upside Down was eating him as well as the dead bodies of the bats and the dogs. The red sky started to dissipate, the lightning coming to a complete stop. The sun started to peak over the horizon. Everyone was staring at Eddie. Steve stumbled forward.

"Eddie. . . "

"Stevie, you're alive!" Eddie grinned and moved forward to catch him before he hit the floor, wrapping his arms around his waist to hold him up. "Gotchya."

"You saved us," Steve grinned.

Eddie grinned and moved forward to kiss him when Steve wedged a hand between their faces.

"No kisses?" Eddie whimpered, his brown eyes soft and wide.

"You still have a bit of Vecna in your mouth," Steve said, scrunching up his nose. "I'm not kissing you until every bit of him is gone."

Eddie laughed. Steve pressed a hard kiss to his cheek.

"When did this happen?!" Mike shrieked.

"Oh, Mike, you have missed so much!" Dustin exclaimed. "Isn't this great?"

"I mean, yeah, I guess. Happy for them," Mike said bitterly.

"Why do you sound disappointed?" Dustin asked. "Mike?!"

"You love me?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, I do," Eddie said. "You love me too."

Steve managed to pull himself away from Eddie long to be pulled into a hug by his parents as well as the kids and Robin. Meanwhile, Eddie was being hugged tightly by Wayne. The gates were closed, but the damage was done. The town, as well as the people, needed to be rebuilt. Max had woken up as Vecna had died, her eyesight intact, well, not as great as they used to be. She was definitely going to need glasses. She still had some healing to do, but she was alive. They tried to get Steve to go back to the hospital, but all he wanted to do was to lay in his own bed, particularly with Eddie after he had a good shower. Steve got his wish and was now settled in the safety of his boyfriend's arms.

"You sure you don't want to go back to the hospital?" Eddie asked.

"If I show signs of infection, then I'll go back, okay?" Steve said sleepily. "I just want to be home."

His bedroom was open, so the sounds from downstairs could filter through. Steve’s eyes closed, falling asleep to the sound of his lover's slow vampire heartbeat and the sound of his family celebrating in the living room.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction

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idkanametoputhere · 1 year ago

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friends forever

type: angst

pronouns: they/them

character: azul ashengrotto (before overblot)

tw: bullying, manipulation, using friends, uhh character being a little delulu metaphorically , character ≠ prefect

masterlist<3

friendships

some think of them us the unbreakable bond. other believe that they are not important

friendships come and go. some only last for a brief period of time, being just a phase in someone's long existence. others last forever, until death

some put family above friendships, "blood's thicker than water" or something like that. others put their friends above everything else. they value their friends more than they value their own lives

and others, well others put their personal gain above everything, friendships included

there are many people who fall to these categories. jade and floyd leech fall on the first one, Azul asgengrotto falls on the third one and their best friend, the siren who has been around them since they were in elementary, they fall in the second one

unfortunately, the third and the second category don't work well together, the young siren knew that's all too well

you see, they were willing to sacrifice everything if it ensured them that their friends would be doing well. take that one time in middle school, ninth grade actually, as a prime example

it was an average, cold day in the coral sea. the young one woke up, got ready for school, swam to it with their three friends -swimming purposefully slow so them and azul were swimming with the same speed- , got to school, studied

what they weren't used to, was seeing some kids picking on azul on their way home. they knew he was getting bullied, hell they had let him cry on their shoulder more times than they could count, but actually seeing it? it made them feel sick to their stomach and angry in their mind

"hey you assholes!" they yelled to them. "what are you doing? stop that!" they yelled once more as they got closer to the three guys and their friend. "awww look. the crybaby's friend is here to save him" said one of the bullies with a teasing tone. "ohhhh I'm so scared" said another, sarcasm clear in her voice as she laughed, showing her row of razor sharp teeth

"i said stop it" they said as they reached the four, almost reaching azul before the same girl grabbed stood in their path. "are you really that insecure about yourselves that you feel the need to take it out on others?" they said, looking at the bullies as they talked. azul looked at them in shock. were they stupid? they were swimming into the mouth of the shark, or well, three sharks

"what did you say bitch?" said the third bully, the one with the long hair. "nothing at all. just that I'd be ashamed if I was any of y'all. I mean what are you?" they said swimming closer to the bullies. "just some I secure good for nothing low-lives who have the emotional maturity of a young child that can only express it's anger through throwing tantrums" they said, venom spilling from their tounge as they spoke. "you bitch"

that day the siren didn't win any fights. they did however acquire a lovely set of scars in their right arm. they were convinced that they would've gotten more if the tweets never arrived to join the fight against the bullies

later that week they were called in the principal's office, now accused of starting the fight and bullying students. the bullies had managed to make it seem as if the two who were beaten were actually doing the beating. they took all the blame to themselves, claiming they forced azul to follow their actions, as not to tarnish his name

they ended up expelled

but it was for the sake of true friendship, so no issues, right?

then highschool began, night raven college

the moment they stepped foot in octavinelle as first years, azul made all three of his friends sign a contract stating that they were not allowed to talk about their past with him with anyone, under any condition. of course the siren signed, trusting their friend and respecting his wishes

and when he opened monstri lounge they were so happy for him, even being the first person to apply for a shift

that was when it hit azul. how kind-hearted they were. how naive they were. how exploitable they were

and so, by the time their second year in highschool began, he had them wrapped around his finger. to him, he was just dumping all the extra work and the work that no one wanted to do to them. to them, they were helping a friend

soon all their free time was wasted working at the monstro lounge. they quit their club to work more, they stopped hanging out with their newer friends so they could help a "friend"

their grades were obviously affected by that. once a great student, then an average student, then barely passing. their teachers and classmates alike were worried. worried about the merperson who seemed to show up to school later and later each day, with dark circles under their eyes, only to be the first to leave class but the last to leave the lounge, forcing a smile in front of every last costumer

and when they figured out their signature spell, it was the sweet cherry on top of their cake of a broken friendship.

a powerful spell, fitting of the young siren. a manipulation spell which can make whoever is affected be under the caster's control, as long as music is playing. very good for buisness, don't you agree?

azul certainly thought so. and so he started approaching the siren again. they were old friends, oh how terribly he felt for ignoring them, hoe much he promised them he'd make up for it, how good he felt since things were back to normal

for them, it was a wave of relief. their old friend, Azul, the kid they grew up with, the kid they defended, the guy they admired, the guy they adored. he finally wanted to get back the friendship they had

they started walking to class together, chatting during their shift, accompanying them until they reached their dorm, it was perfect

they had spent nights and nights crying as they were hoping for this moment. crying until he'd realise that what he did was a mistake

except he didn't

he didn't want to be their friend. he didn't want to spend time with them. he didn't want to sit them and with his other two companions and have fun

he just wanted their spell. just their magic. just to use them for their own benefit

they realised that way too late. or maybe they knew something was up, but they clung on the feeling that the voice in the back of their head telling them that he's pretending was just lying

it wasn't

and there they sat in azul's office, pen in hand and golden contract in front of them, waiting for their signature. their old friend looked like a stranger, just their employer, just someone they went to the same school with

"you didn't really want to befriend me, huh?"

they said, a bitter laugh escaping their lips as they looked him in the eyes. his composure was as cool as ever, telling them honey-dipped words, promises of friendship, adoration and care. lies spoken as if they were reality

"I will sign the contract. I will give you the one thing I haven't given you yet. I've already spent my time, adoration and well-being to you. I've already given you the entirety of my soul, and I will give you the last part of myself. I did promise I'd give everything for you"

they said, putting their signature on the golden contract. bright light filled the room for a few seconds, as they could feel the magic leaving their body

"just please, leave me alone after this. I beg you"

a sorrowful smile decorated their face as they stood up and headed towards the door, excusing themselves from both his office and his life

a/n: I love this, now bye, I have to go cry over chemistry and exams and rizz up character ai bots.

but no seriously, uhh I might go on a break for a bit cause exam season is near, so idk if I'll write at that time so yeah

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themculibrary · 8 days ago

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Blood/Gore Masterlist

And I Am Always with You (ao3) - Lauralot T, 90k

Summary: He tries to reach out to Steve, but he can’t feel his arm. It’s too cold. Everything is cold save for his blood and Steve’s smile.

Long after Bucky forgets his own name, he remembers "Steve."

Broken Wings, and Fallen Idols (ao3) - AlexTheShipper bucky/tony T, 13k

Summary: Your wings are an expression of your soul, and Tony Stark’s wings once white and beautiful are scarred and bloody. Betrayal after betrayal, heart break after heart break.

Casualty of war (ao3) - wolfypuppypiles M, 22k

Summary: Peter got knocked down in Civil War, but when Tony went to check on the baby Avenger, he realized he was more badly hurt than first realized.

There wasn't meant to be any casualties, but there always is in war.

Fighting And Helplessness (ao3) - Agib E, 126k

Summary: Peter hummed audibly at the pleasant memory of his Dad, and ouch, he missed him already. How long had he been here now? Where was here? How long would he be alone, without his Dad, without the feeling of home and safe and warm. Peter needed to think, needed to take note of anything and everything he could. He was a Stark and he could get out of this if he just used his head.

Or...

Peter is kidnapped and Tony just wants, no, needs, to find his kid.

Go Ugly Early (ao3) - just_another_tinker steve/tony, clint/phil, bucky/natasha E, 252k

Summary: He’s The Captain?

This was not good. This was so not good.

There were theories of course, of what The Captain would look like. Most followed the typical Hollywoodesque belief that he was some version of the Godfather, sitting in a dark room with a cigar, commanding his forces with a flick of his wrist. There were even some that even thought that The Captain was not one person, but a whole network of people with eyes and ears everywhere.

The blonde Adonis in front of him was definitely not what Tony was expecting.

Of course, in the end it didn’t matter.

There was a reason no one knew what The Captain looked like.

Because anyone who saw his face never lived to tell the tale.

look closer (c l o s e r) (ao3) - GalaxyThreads T, 23k

Summary: "Tony wants to scream.

He wants to yell and shout and rip apart these non-teachers, demanding to know what happened, who hurt his kid, what the heck is going on. How this stupid field trip turned into a nightmare from hell and Peter is bleeding and scared and Tony doesn’t know what to do. How to fix this."

AKA: the field trip to SI from hell, because it's not a good thing an entire high school knows Peter (allegedly) works at SI. (one shot, gen)

manage me (i'm a mess) (ao3) - technically_direct eddie/venom E, 131k

Summary: The thing about Eddie, right, is that he's kinda an enormous fuckup. And it's starting to catch up to him a bit.

For real, the BEST thing to happen in those six months after he and Anne broke up was getting an alien parasite, and that was accounting for the whole 'it was eating his organs' thing.

Persistence Hunting (ao3) - grocketinmypocket M, 6k

Summary: "You need food, Rocket. Worse than me. A hell of a lot worse than me, and I'm worried about you. We have water, neither of us are hurt, but both of us will die eventually if we don't eat. And I can hunt down one of those," he said, pointing off into the distance at a four-legged ungulate of some kind, grazing on the tough grass.

"Neither of us have any weapons, genius. You're gonna just run up to it and crack it on the head with a rock?"

"No," Peter said. "I'm gonna run it down and slit its throat."

Screw Them, I Love You (ao3) - Silvergray1358 peter/wade E, 23k

Summary: When Peter Parker reveals his identity to Deadpool, both men struggle to work around this new dynamic. It doesn't help that the Tin Man known as Iron Man is sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong, thank you very much.

Slow burn, eventual smut, chivalry, manly tears, and a little bit of hot sauce.

Stem (ao3) - IamShadow21 steve/bucky T, 7k

Summary: Bucky Barnes discovers sugar, demands coffee, makes a variety of involuntary noises, cuddles up to Steve Rogers, regrows a limb, and fakes it 'til he makes it at being a person.

The Addicting Kind of Love (ao3) - Nimiamlove (orphan_account) bucky/steve/tony M, 10k

Summary: ...Tony wasn’t surprised when he entered the communal floor and saw his boyfriend making out with the best friend... but didn't mean it hurt less.

~*~

“Buck, what have we done?!” The blond asked alarmed and tears started to pool on his eyes. “I can’t lose him, I love him Buck”

“I know” the brunet answered “I love him too; we will fix this, come on”

The Influence of the Earth (ao3) - bluesyturtle T, 131k

Summary: “Why are you in my city?”

“Way I hear it, it was my city first,” he answers coyly with the smallest shrug.

After the near-disaster with the Insight Helicarriers, the Winter Soldier flees D.C. and heads for Brooklyn seeking familiar ground--or what would have been familiar ground to Bucky Barnes. Trouble follows him to New York in spite of his good intentions, but he's soon joined by a team of extraordinary people who all want to see him free. They work together to tear down a weakened but extant organization in the hopes that he won't be torn apart with it.

The Sky's The Limit (ao3) - CoopPenny bucky/tony M, 88k

Summary: Tony's held a great secret since Afghanistan and he intends to keep it till the day he dies but it gets increasingly harder when your forced to live with spies and super soldiers. Especially with Natasha popping out of practically no where asking dozens of questions about his Three YEARS in the Ten Rings clutches.

Threads, Celestial and All-Knowing (ao3) - xottan loki/tony E, 115k

Summary: Tony Stark was a man, born on earth and mortal. Anto Havrson, however, was the God of War and Innovation, the Second General of Asgard and Prince Consort.

The world did not know, of course. How could they? Tony Stark was an icon, a hero, a man of great power. Who would ever imagine he was a God trapped within mortal flesh, forty years living on Earth without his family, without the object of his devotion? That is, until Loki appears suddenly one day and the Norns themselves decide to intervene.

A tale of grief, prophecies and obscure futures, but most of all... A tale of great love.

T.O.N.Y. (ao3) - HeroofProcrastination steve/tony T, 60k

Summary: After Civil War, things weren't okay; Rhodey paralyzed, the Avengers split, and he was all alone. It was time to right the wrongs and Tony knew he had to do it. He'd run the numbers and did all the tests, there was only one way to fix all of his mistakes; to keep the Avengers together and to stop the Civil War altogether. Iron Man had to be taken out of the equation. And Tony knew just the Doctor who could help him pull it off.

Where Our Restless Monsters Sleep (ao3) - Mizzy steve/tony E, 23k

Summary: Years after Tony Stark saved the universe, the Avengers realize there’s a major problem: his body has gone missing. And he isn’t the only one. Fallen heroes all over the galaxy have had their graves pillaged.

An old foe is stealing the bodies of fallen warriors, but for what nefarious reason? There’s only one solution. To find out why it’s happening, Steve’s gotta die.

He probably shouldn’t be so eager to do that.

Who Has Known Heights (ao3) - MountainRose, szzzt steve/tony E, 72k

Summary: Before his injury, Tony had been a fast, intuitive flier: agile in the air, as those of his wingshape usually were, able to tumble and swoop and then trade back the speed for lift, and always get the best of the bargain.

That was how he referred to it; not ‘abduction’ or 'captivity’ or 'maiming’ but injury, the most neutral word possible. Though Steve had never, not once heard him call it an accident.

Worry Knot (ao3) - Shi_Toyu bucky/loki/tony E, 26k

Summary: Tony, James, and Loki go on a little trip.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #tw #blood tw #gore tw #blood #gore #blood/gore #blood/gore masterlist #au #halloween

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braveclementine · 4 months ago

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Confrontation

Warnings: 18+readersonly, trigger warnings of physical/emotional abuse by parents

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"We don't have to do it today." Tony said, rubbing comforting circles on the back of your hand as the two of you sat in the car that was sitting across from your old house.

Looking at the house now, you weren't sure why you had been so scared of it in the first place. It was a little, two story run down place with a huge backyard with an expanse of forest. A rusty car sat in the driveway and the house was mostly silent.

At the same time, you knew it wasn't the house that scared you. It was the people inside. Your mother, father, and older brother that had decided he'd never move out. He had still yet to find his soulmate, and he had not turned animal either.

"No, the longer I put it off, the longer people will wonder why I put it off." You sighed. "I should have come here the day after the fight. Immediately. It's been two weeks. You know what happens when people wait to long for abuse cases like this. They lose."

"I have the best lawyers in the goddamn country. We're not going to lose." Tony growled. He wasn't growling at you, but in determination. He squeezed your hand. "If it makes things easier, I could just threaten them or even better, I could shoot them!"

You smiled a little but shook your head. "As much as I would love to see either of those things, taking it to court is the best option. Putting them behind bars for the rest of their lives will be satisfactory and fulfilling."

"If you say so. But maybe just a nice blast through the leg at least?" Tony asked.

You smiled a little, "We'll see. Now let's go before I chicken out again."

Tony wrapped an arm around your waist as the two of you made your way up the sidewalk. You could hear the dog barking in the house. It was an ugly little white thing that sort've looked like a mangily mop. It'd never really bothered you, but it never really liked you either. It mostly just ignored you.

"If the dog bites, I'm kicking it." Tony warned you.

"Be my guest." You replied. "It can be pretty mean."

Tony knocked on the door and you waited. You could hear your brother hollering through the house and your father's roar to answer it.

You weren't sure why you were coming here first. Natasha was actually helping behind the scenes to see if there was video evidence she could get. The original plan had been for you to go in by yourself, but Tony had refused. And you had been glad.

What was going to happen- and it made your insides turn- was he was going to leave for only a moment to go to the bathroom. You knew from experience that your parents could make quick work of you when a guest left the room for three minutes.

The door was yanked open and your father froze on the steps, his eyes wandering from you to Tony. His mouth dropped and then he straightened up. "Y/N, you're. . . home?"

You nodded, a tight smile coming across your face. Tony's hand tightened comfortingly around you.

Your father stepped back, yelling to your mother and brother to get down here. Your father shut the door behind the two of you. "You're Tony Stark." He said, eyeing Tony shrewdly. He stuck his hand out. "Mr. Y/L/N."

Tony shook his hand cordially. "Yes sir. Nice to meet you."

Tony was a fantastic actor. You knew how much he wanted to punch your father in your face.

Your father relaxed as it was 'clear' Tony knew nothing of your past life here. Your mother and brother paused on the stairs.

"Welcome home Y/N." Your mother said softly. You had been fooled many times with that 'safe' voice of hers.

"Hey mom." You replied awkwardly. You were not as good of an actress as Tony and it showed easily.

"Let's move this to the living room, shall we?" Your father offered.

Tony smiled brightly, but squeezed your hand in comfort once more. You led the way into the living room with Tony by your side. Your back prickled and you arched just slightly at the thought of all of them behind you.

You and Tony quickly took the smaller armchair on the far side of the room, while your parents settled down on the couch across from it, and your brother leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, scrutinizing the both of you.

"Are you actually Iron Man?" He asked quickly before anything else could be said.

"Yep." Tony said enthusiastically. "You a fan?"

"Totally!" Your brother said with great enthusiasm. "Of course, superheroes in general are pretty dope. Captain America is pretty great too, did you hear that they dug him out of ice a few years back?"

You felt Tony's entire body tense next to you. You could remember that he'd complained a few times about how his father was never bothered with him, because he was always trying to find Steve Rogers, a.k.a Captain America.

"I had heard that, but I have never met him." Tony replied with that same cheerfulness. "I'm sure I will meet him one day though. My father, Howard Stark, and him were good friends."

"Oh yeah, it's all in the museum and history books." Your brother grinned.

You couldn't help yourself. "You read history books?"

He smirked at you. You wondered if this was just an act that he was putting on because of Tony, or if he really wasn't all that upset with you. Now that you thought about it, he'd never actually done anything to you except sit by when your father or mother was hitting you. But he'd never actually tried to be friendly with you either.

"I read a lot Y/N. History books included."

That was definitely not something you knew, if he was being truthful anyways.

"Hey, you should see the collection I've made." Your brother said suddenly to Tony.

You squeezed Tony's hand in an 'okay' motion, knowing that this was a great time to get the truth out of your parents. Plus, it would be a longer time than if he was just saying he was going to the bathroom. Which scared you, but you also knew Nat and Fury were on the case.

"Sure, why not?" Tony asked casually, standing up. "It'll give your sister time with your parents too."

He gave you one last, slightly worried look, before him and your brother disappeared up the stairs.

"What are you playing at?" Your father asked immediately, already standing and looping his belt out of the loops of his pants. "Why the hell did you come back here you little bitch? Trying to intimidate me because you've got a billionaire as your soulmate. I wonder how you managed that."

You stood up, knowing that if this was a tape that was going to be shown in court, you wanted to be seen fighting back. But your entire body was shaking terribly as you tried to do so. "Y-You don't get to h-hurt me anymore."

Your father laughed, a deep bellow laugh, before lunging out with the belt.

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Tony was on tenterhooks, waiting for some sort of weird noise to come from downstairs that let him know Y/N was being hurt.

He had to admit, the brothers room was actually pretty cool. It was very smart looking, with several bookcases backed against the wall with stacks of books inside. There were several posters of Iron Man, Captain America, and even one of the Hulk on it. But there were also what looked like hand drawn blueprints of different machines.

"You draw these?" Tony couldn't help but ask.

"Oh yeah." Y/N's brothers responded, looking slightly taken aback. "Don't know how effective they are though. I don't have the resources to build them up and try them out. Don't know how my parents would feel about me going into engineering either."

If Tony hadn't hated the family so much, he might've offered to let him try an internship at Stark Industries.

Although. . . Y/N had never mentioned anything about her brother. It was always her father and mother.

"Look." Her brother suddenly said and Tony looked at him now because of the urgency in his voice. "I don't know why Y/N wanted to come back here. I don't know if you pressured her into wanting to meet our parents but you shouldn't have. They don't like her. Hell. . ."

Her brother started to pace back and forth and then blurted out, "They hit her. They abuse her. You need to leave and never come back."

"Why didn't you ever tell anyone?" Tony asked, surprised but angry.

"They would've taken her to one of those camps." Her brother mumbled. "And as much as I couldn't stand up for her, couldn't protect her, couldn't say anything to anyone about what was happening, I knew what she was facing here was ten times better than those camps. I had friends from those camps. Half of them died. The other half. . . well you don't even want to know. Please, take her and go. I just want her to be safe from here on out."

"Well you seem like a good enough kid." Tony muttered and saw there were tears in her brothers eyes, who quickly turned to look at his blueprints so Tony didn't see.

"No. I'm not." He said hoarsely. "If I was a good kid, I would've protected her. I only protected myself."

Suddenly, there was a harsh sound from downstairs, like leather on brick, but nothing else.

"Go." Her brother said.

Tony didn't need anything else. He'd recorded her brother's entire speech for evidence. And also his innocence.

Tony hurried from the bedroom, but couldn't help himself as he passed an open door that was clearly Y/N's bedroom. He hesitated to take a quick look around, and couldn't help but feel saddened by how sparse it was. He saw there was only one picture frame on the nightstand of Y/N and another girl who was about the same height as her with brown hair and eyes.

Grabbing the picture frame and the stuffed rabbit on the bed, he hurried down the stairs as the leather whistled through the air again.

He was quiet with his steps and managed to walk in to see her father holding Y/N down while she thrashed in his arms, sobbing, while the mother brought the belt down again.

He dashed forward, gritting his teeth as the belt wrapped around his arm. Her mother gasped and her father leapt up from where Y/N was laying.

Tony couldn't help it as his hand lashed out, the belt cracking over her father's face so harshly, that her father stumbled back, crying out. Blood trickled from the corner of his eye.

Tony helped Y/N to her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Don't you ever lay another finger on her again." Tony spat, throwing the belt at the mother, but still unable to actually bring himself to hit a woman. "C'mon sweetheart."

He rushed her out of the house and into the car. Once in the car, he pulled Y/N into his lap at the front seat of car, holding her tightly. "I'm sorry. I should have gotten there sooner."

"I'm okay." Y/N said shakily. "They had really only gotten started."

"I- I got something from your room." He admitted, pulling out the photo and stuffed animal. "I thought maybe you'd want them. They looked like they were important to you."

Y/N smiled and nodded, taking the two items from him. "The rabbit was my hospital present. My grandmother and grandfather of my father's side gave it to me the day I was born. They died when I was seven. I don't think they ever knew. . ."

Tony hugged her tighter.

"This is Elizabeth." Y/N said finally, pointing to the other girl in the picture. "She's kind've my only friend."

"She's the one that drove you to me. The one that became a cheetah?" He asked for confirmation.

"Yeah. I'm a little surprised that she became an animal though." Y/N admitted, wiping her face. "She never seemed like such a submissive or small person. I always though her soulmate would be the animal."

Suddenly, Y/N perked up, "Hey, do you think we could go and see her? She lives just down the street."

Tony smiled. "Of course sweetheart. Oh, and look."

Y/N and him looked out the window to see Nick Fury walking up to her parents front door.

Y/N just smiled. "Good."

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You knocked on the door of your best friend and her mother was the one to answer the door.

"Oh, Y/N." Her mother said in surprise and then looked past you to Tony Stark and both blushed, but frowned. "I'm sorry, but Elizabeth-"

"I know." You said. "I was just hoping I could see her."

"She's out in the backyard if you want to go through the side gate." Her mother said and then closed the door again.

You were always used to her mother's ways. She didn't really like anyone except her daughter and family.

You and Tony headed through the gate and you saw the beautiful, sleek furred cheetah lounging in the sunlight. She got up when she heard you approaching and then meowed in happiness and ran towards you guys.

"Hey Elizabeth." You said happily, bending down to hug her.

Elizabeth's eyes seemed rather mischievous.

"So no soulmate yet?" You asked.

Her eyes actually seemed to roll and she headed back towards the porch and nudged the computer that was there. With some direction of hers, you found a Word document that had the lines:

𝕄𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟 . 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕚𝕣 . 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟 ' 𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 .

"Huh." You said while Tony responded, "So you're soulmated to an alien."

She rolled her eyes again and you said, "Aliens don't exist Tony."

"Hey, why don't you come with us?" Tony suggested. "We'll introduce you to Fury. I bet he'll know what to do."

You stared at him in surprise and then that expression quickly shifted into love.

Elizabeth took a moment and then she dipped her grand head. Then she turned to the keyboard and typed:

𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕠𝕞 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥

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dragonridernoobie · 7 months ago

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Hi again m back. 😉

Um so I wanted to ask if you can make my sona miramoonli with Damian Wayne from DC, like bumping to each other while on a mission or something and uh fight at first then calm down and making a slight friendship if it's ok and if the DC universe is not in you're list it's fine um instead you can write my oc going to MLP universe for the first time hahah the ponies seeing a skeleton pony would be hilarious also I'd like her to get dropped in front of king sombra I really wanna know how he would react.

Hi! So, first things first. I am always adding new people/franchises to my list. DC and Marvel were up next once I got done with my request! So I will try my best. Also welcome back, you are always welcomed

DC-DamianXOC

Damian was currently on patrol since his father and siblings where doing there own thing. He was jumping from building to building, listening and keeping an eye out for any criminals.

While he jumps from building to building, he sees somone else on a building not so far away. They where looking around frantically and jumping building to building.

Damian thinking it's a bad guy chases after them. Once close enough, he throws a bat-bola and hits the suspect. He heard a females voice yell in surprise.

When he got closer, the person suddenly appeared further away, the bat-bolas on the ground with no one in them. When he looks at the suspect he sees they are a living skeleton.

Damian: "woah...cool."

Before he had time to react, the skeloton summoned some bones and threw it at him. Hitting him. He would get up and look over at the skeloton. He would blink, and the skeleton was gone. He would not forget this. Soon, he returns home and tells his father and siblings about this but doesn't believe him.

Days later, he finds the suspect again but they seem to playing with some homeless childrean. He was more surprised that the kids weren't scared of the skeleton.

Deciding this a good time to meet the skeleton, he jumps down.

The skeleton seemed to sense him and buts the kids behind them.

Damian: "Wait, hey, I'm chill. I just wanted to meet you since you know there isn't much living skeleton around here. My name is Damian.

Miramoonli: "Miramoonli.."

Damian: "nice name, so, are you a good guy are bad guy? Or gal...you are a girl, right?"

This caused miramoonli to chuckle. She nods. Miramoonli then explains that she means no harm and she was visiting these kids since there the only people that don't scream and run.

After miramoonli and Damian get to friends Faze, he would Convince miramoonli to come with him to show her to his family.

When he does, they have the biggest surprised faves ever. Even the stone cold batman.

Damian: "HAHA!!!! YOU GUYS SHOULD SEE YOURE FACES!"

I hope you enjoyed this! I tried to make is a little funny.

Miramoonli

#oc x canon #oc #damian wayne #dc comics #dc universe #batman #damian X OC

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h7p3r4ct1v3-h0rn3t2 · 1 year ago

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Isolationism: An Anecdote About Nothing in Particular

Isolationism is a policy in which a country separates itself from all international affairs.

When I was around 9 and we still lived in the old house, my parents were fighting one night. It was, like, 6:00 PM but it was dark, so it was night. Usually, I would go outside when they fought but it was dark and I was scared of the dark. I didn't want to, but I went upstairs from the sub-basement we lived in and I was about to open the door. My uncle stopped me, and I don't remember what he said, but he and I ended up talking and I couldn't hear my parents over our conversation. I wasn't scared. It was nice. We talked about epilepsy. He showed me some kind of surreal music video that I didn't understand, but he was being nice to me. He was always nice to me.

When my parents were done fighting, my dad came upstairs and he was mad. He told me to go feed the dog, and while I was feeding the dog he was telling me about how he doesn't like my uncle. About how I wasn't allowed to talk to him because he was bad. My parents both hated him, and they said it was because he was lazy and rude and childish. But he was always nice to me. And he's my uncle, why shouldn't I be allowed to talk to him?

Today, we live multiple states away from any of my extended family. My dad said it was because nobody would hire him back home. They did hire him, he just quit all of the jobs he got. He moved here because his friends lived here. Before we moved, my life was at its highest point. I had a healthy routine, I had a good friend group, my only problem was that I didn't like myself. My own personality, or lack thereof, is the least of my worries today.

He keeps trying to convince me that things were worse back home. That they were always fighting, that we were too financially reliant on his parents, that people in our old town were predisposed to cancer because of all the chemicals. The last one, I have no frame of reference for, but they still fight, and he still relies on his parents. I can't go outside to escape it anymore. Our yard isn't very big, and we're surrounded on all sides by neighbors who I'm scared of, and they'll yell at me to come inside.

They don't like it when I acknowledge that they don't like each other. They tell me to stop eavesdropping. I would stop “eavesdropping” if they stopped yelling loud enough to hear from the yard. Nobody else lives with us. I wish I could talk to my uncle. He was always nice to me.

Isolationism is a policy in which a country separates itself from all international affairs.

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tea-and-formaldehyde · 8 months ago

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I need some real help right now with my mind... family... things...

Okay. So here's the deal with me. -In my family, there's constant fighting. Lots of it. There's never a day without some petty argument that turns into full blown fights. It makes me receed into my room, staying there because I'm scared I'll trigger a huge fight. I'm scared I'll get yelled at for standing there. I try to hide myself at home the best I can. I can't handle bad conflict. At least not well.

-My brother's abuse or 'love' towards our dog (I think he may end up being a zoophile with the way he views/treats her)

-I'm fine with people that AREN'T my family making physical contact with me. If it's ESPECIALLY my Mum, I hate it. I don't know why. I've never been physically or sexually abused by anyone. Emotional on the other hand? Oh, there's plenty.

-I don't hate my family! We have really good experiences with each other sometimes! It just always concludes in a fight!

-My dad will sometimes yell at me to shut me up. Because he can't handle me trying to resolve problems with my input. One time, we were lost and I had a really good idea to get us to where we needed to be, and when I tried, he yelled at me saying he didn't want my input/help because I'd only get us more lost. He also has really really hard expectations for me.

-My Mum makes me really....uncomfortable. Though I'm not sure she's aware... or maybe she is, I don't know. She's saying she's 'my number one fan', demanding to touch me when I say I don't want to, saying I have physical bits of me inside of her which I really hate, staring at me for long periods of time which I also hate... and yet she's always commenting on things I do, my appearances, my choices... she's sometimes wanting to look to me for help with herself. She says that she'll do whatever i want, whenever I want. That she'll let me do anything. Consistent attempts at guilt tripping and stuff, which I've tried to stop... I understand why, but...

-The place I love the most, the place where my heart is supposed to be, my home, is definitely NOT where I live. I feel like I haven't even found it yet. The best experiences I've had are always ones away from home. With others. Where I can be with my friends or alone where I can be myself.

-My mum is saying she supports me with whatever I do, yet she hates the fact that I'm trans. And she gets even worse when I'm not hypermasculine. She's for some reason okay with me being nonbinary, presumably because she can make me feel like a girl or hyperfeminine that way, being neutral. But when I say I want to be referred to as a boy, especially a non-hypermasculine one, she HATES IT. She is saying that I'm mentally ill and insane, and that I need to go to *retches* CONVERSION THERAPY

-I seek support in people who AREN'T my family.

-I sometimes break when I'm at my comfort places, saying that I refuse to go home

-I isolate myself a ton on the time because of how uncomfortable life at home is. Yet, I love being around friends + comfort people

-I often form parasocial relationships with people I don't know/wish to know, specifically parental ones

-I can't connect with my family. They don't show interest in my true passions so I don't share a lot with them.

-I'm huge with self blaming.

Theres for sure other things but I cant think rn and im tired

#vent #tw vent #help seeking #help needed #mental health #family #parents

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stxxllaaa · 2 years ago

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A Debt Unpaid

pairing: bruce wayne x blackfem!reader

summary: you find out batman's identity and you help him when he's hurt. he then pays his debt

word count: 1.8k

18+ only please leave if you're underage

warnings: language, smut, my shitty writing

proofread: i didn't proof read so sorry if its iffy

a/n: i'll be writing more, i've been busy lately, sorry 💗

You had just gotten off of your 8 hour shift at the hospital, being a ER Nurse. During you're shift you had saw things that scared you, they made you think about how horrifying Gotham has become. You have lived in Gotham your whole life and you've witnessed things that would traumatized people. But during your whole life in Gotham the one thing that comforted you was the rain.

You loved the rain pattering on surfaces it relaxes you. You were now sitting in your car after being drained for the past hours. You turned your head to the clock it read '3:05'. It was three in the morning and you were exhausted. You put on your seatbelt and started your car. You pulled out of the parking lot and started to merge into the road.

While you were driving you were going through the radio and none of them were good. " This sucks", you said under your breath. You settled for a radio that was playing 'Save Your Tears' by the weekend, humming to the song. You decided to take a back road to get to your home faster. You had took the right turn at the end of the main road. The road was empty with the couple of flickering street lights. While your were gliding down the road you saw a big figure limping just about to fall to the floor.

"Holy shit", you said while pulling over. You quickly got out of your car and sprinted over the the hurt person. The closer you got the more you realized the the hurt person was actually the vigilante 'Batman'. But you didn't care you only thought about how he was hurt. "Are okay", you asked the vigilante. "I'm fine", he said, "Well you don't look like it". " I told you i'm fine", he muttered. "Well that's to bad big man, you look hurt so i'm going to help you." you said.

He sighed in response knowing that he wasn't going to fight knowing that he was too hurt to do so. You held the big man up and helped him limp into the back of your car. He plopped down and you shut the door behind him. You got into the drivers seat and put on your seatbelt. While doing so you asked him "What happened bat boy" "Nothing", he muttered in pain. "C'mon tell me I have to figure out what happened so that I can help you". You lied you only wanted to know what happened because your nosy. "Well if you must know I flew down the Police Department building." he said. "WHAT" I yelled out of shock. "Like the top!" "yeah".

You had made it your townhouse, which only took you 10 minutes since you were already near your house. You parked your car in your driveway. You got out of you're car and went to the back seat to help him out of your silver honda. "Nice place you got here", he said. "Thanks I have to work my ass off for it", you said with a sarcastic smile. The two of you made it up your stairs and you took your keys out of your purse and unlocked the door.

You helped him onto your couch after locking the door behind you. " you want something to drink?", you asked. "No thanks", "well then lets get to work." You went upstairs to your bathroom and grabbed your first aid kit. You ran downstairs to hear Batman's groans in pain, which made get to him faster. "Hey bat boy for me to help you I have to you have to take off you suit, well at least the top half.", you said. "No", "I'm sorry but you don't have an option." He scoffed, and started to take off the top half off his armor.

He was now shirtless sitting on my couch. His abs were breathtaking they were sculpted out like a Greek god. I couldn't keep my eyes off of them but I had to. His wounds were way worse than I expected. This First aid kit wasn't going to do him justice. He needed to be stitched up. "Hey big boy i'm going to have to stitch you up". I swear I could see the corners of his mouth lift up just a centimeter when I called him big boy. "Do whatever you need to do I have to go.", he said. "Bat boy I think Gotham can go an hour without their Guardian.", I said. "Whatever". I rolled my eyes and went upstairs to my bathroom to grab the stitching kit.

20 minutes later

I had just finished stitching up all of his wound all together there was probably 10 I now know to never jump off the high ass building. "Hey batman if you have any more wounds tell me?", I asked. "No", he says. Right when you were about to get him ready to go you see a drop of blood fall from his cowl. "I know that you don't want me to know your identity but I need to help you batman and if helping you means taking off your cowl and finding out your identity I will do it, I promise I won't tell anyone", I say. "No", he said. "Please batman I need to help you", I said almost begging. He hesitated. " If I take off my mask then that means you can't tell anyone, and whenever I get hurt you'll be the one I come to", he stated. "Every time?", I whined sarcastically. I could see the ends of his mouth come up just a little bit. He then hesitated to pull of his cowl, but eventually did it.

I was shocked to see 'Gotham's Crowned Prince' Bruce Wayne. "There is no way", I said. I hit him across the shoulder and said. "You are the stupidest man alive, I can not believe the Bruce Wayne is Gotham's famous vigilante.", "Well surprise", he said without making an expression. Then it caught my eye. Batman, well Bruce had a cut on his cheekbone that was just about to show his cheekbone. I was shocked I never expected him to get all cut up like that. I gasped at the cut. "Bruce why did you hide this from me", I asked. "Wait can I call you Bruce?" I asked. "I guess, I mean you already know."

I was sitting next to him on the couch while I was stitching him up to the point where my knee was touching his thigh." I know this is weird and everything but can I sit on you lap just to y'know fix you cut", I asked. "sure", he mumbled. I then straddled his lap trying to be quick in case I was making him uncomfortable. While I was sitting on his lap I felt something hard growing under me but I just decided to ignore to not make this situation even more awkward. I finally finished stitching up Bruce. I got off of his lap. " Are you going to stay over I mean it's like 4:30 am" I asked. "I can't stay here I have to go", he said getting up abruptly. He started to put back him armor on. "Wait Bruce don't do anything stupid to open up your stitches.", I said. "I won't", he muttered. " Wait Before you leave me name is Stars. Stars Kyle." I said while smiling. Bruce then walked out the door. Since that day on Bruce or Batman was the only thing on her mind. That was the last time I heard from him for the past three days.

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The second Bruce got back to the manor he went straight to the bat cave to a little background check on the girl he met 'Stars Kyle'. He was thinking about her 24/7 she never left his mind.

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3 days later

You were currently enjoying your day off reading your favorite book with only your lamp on. You were wearing and over sized star wars shirt and knee socks. You started to here knocking on your window but you decided to ignore it because you thought it was rain. But then it got louder. You ripped your eyes away from the book to look over at your window and see the one and only batman. you walk over to your window and pull it open. "watcha' doin' here bat boy", you asked. "I have a debt and I need to pay it back. You're all i've thought about Stars you can't get out of my head", he confessed. Without thinking you grabbed his face with your hands and pressed your lips together. you moved your arms around his neck and he put his on your waist. He started to push you onto your bed and get on top of you. He moved from your lips to your jawline, making you whimper. you started to move your hands and pull off your shirt to reveal that you didn't have a bra underneath. He kissed from your jaw to your neck down to your breast. he kissed in between them then putting the left one in his mouth swirling it around. Which caused you to moan. Your moans and whimpers made him harder. He then put the right one in his mouth giving in the same amount of attention. Bruce then stood up. you repositioned you self to where you were sitting on the edge of your bed waiting for him. He began taking off his suit leaving him in his boxers. he smirked after seeing you waiting for him on your bed. He got back on top of you started to kiss you from the stomach down. He was now at the waistband of your panties looking up. "Are you sure?", he asked. ,"Yes, Bruce", you replied. He then curled his finger at the band off your panties and slowly pulled them down and then off of your legs. "So beautiful, look how wet your are for me", he mumbled which made you even wetter. He began to kiss your thighs teasing you. "Please Bruce", you moaned being impatient. Bruce then kissed your clit which send sparks through your spine. Bruce started to lick your folds, you were a moaning mess. he sucked on your clit flicking it with his tongue. Bruce i'm going to cum", I moaned. "Cum in my mouth baby", He said. Your hands went to grab his hair and started tugging on it slightly. moaned Which made him groan, the vibrations coming from his mouth sent you overboard, and you cummed in his mouth. He rode you through your orgasm. He laid down next to you and the both of you were practically panting. You got on top of him and then kissed him one more time. "Consider you're debt paid."

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A/N: please excuse the bad writing lmao. But nonetheless I hope you like it, like and repost please!! Let me know what you think! Request are open 💗

#bruce wayne x black!reader #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne fluff #bruce wayne x black reader #bruce wayne smut #battinson smut #battinson x black reader #battinson x reader #batman smut #batman x reader #batman x black!reader

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vic-the-bookdragon · 2 years ago

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A little glimpse of Elain not being as "helpless, useless, inactive and boring" as the majority seems to think she is.

Sarah decided to show us (intentionally or unintentionally) that Elain has a fighting spirit beneath her gentle, kind and delicate "veneer". (Although I do believe Elain is inherently a good person as she is so often described as, I also think there's rage burning behind that, which has been building and building since she was thrown in the Cauldron)

Disclaimer : These are just my opinions and interpretations.

The scene, where Feyre and Azriel went to rescue her from the Hybern war camp, stood out to me :

"Get ready to run." My heart thundered. Elain glanced between us, but did not tremble, did not cringe.

"Grab onto him!" Elain ordered the wide eyed human girl as Azriel thundered toward her. The girl looked like a doe about to be run down. The girl didn't open her arms as they neared. Elain screamed at her, "If you want to live, do it now!" The girl dropped her cloak, opened her arms wide. Her black hair streamed behind Azriel, catching amongst his wings as he practically tackled her into the sky. But I saw, even as I ran, Elain's pale hands lurch - gripping the girl by her neck, holding her as tightly as she could.

The girl screamed, but Elain moved. As Azriel fought to keep them airdorne, keep his grip on them, my sister sent a fierce kick into the beast's face. Its eye. Another. Another. It bellowed, and Elain slammed her bare, muddy foot into its face again. The blow struck home. With a yelp of pain, it released its claws - and plunged into the ravine.

Now, for my personal favorite...Elain killing the King of Hybern :

Elain stepped out of a shadow, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king's neck, as she snarled in his ear, "Don't you touch my sister."

According to how she has been portrayed so far, how "should" Elain have reacted to these situations?

She should have been crying, screaming, yelling. She should have been terrified, horrified, scared out of her mind. In one instance she had been kidnapped, taken to an enemy camp to be used for her power - and who knows what else - and she'd been bound by magical chains, in the other she'd been in a literal war, something that for her would've been absolutely petrified, (with that I don't mean to say that only Elain had a right to be afraid of war and not the other characters, but from her descriptions she's the one most easily affected) so it's only logical to have such a reaction. Add to that the fact that her mental state wasn't good in any way, shape or form (I believe she's still struggling, but has improved, not healed completely), yes, she should've been freaking out to put it mildly.

But what happened instead? How did Elain react? What did she do?

She ACTED. She did what was needed. She was cool, calm and collected - as much as the situations allowed, mind you.

In those scenes, SJM showed us that there is more to Elain, that she's more than what she seems to be. She also showed us that there's a level of selflessness to Elain's character. We don't know what went through her mind yet, but the way I see it, choosing not to leave Briar behind - a stranger -, when she very well may have slowed them down and gotten them killed, is a deeper, albeit small, glimpse to her character/personality. And the scene with Nesta. That doesn't need much explaining. There, Sarah showed us that Elain will protect her family, her sisters. And if she has to do something horrible in order to achieve it, she won't hesitate.

To me, these scenes foreshadow how her character development will go. They foreshadow the dichotomy that Elain Archeron's character is.

What I'm about to say now is most probably not true, since people associate it with Nesta, but in this line right here "Hello, fanged beast and trembling fawn" I also see Elain, not just at the trembling fawn part, but at the fanged beast too. In my mind, it seems like a highlight of the contrast that is Elain. On the one hand gentle, delicate, soft, quiet - a trembling fawn - and on the other fierce, resilient, determent, strong - fanged beast. And I expect there will be a scene in her book where she goes feral, where she is done with everyone's opinions and expectations of her, and will show us that she is so much more (whether it has something to do with protecting her family, her friends, or Azriel). But I know I'm probably reading to much into anyway. (I interpreted differently than most people to be honest.)

Now I'm about to make a statement I wholeheartedly believe :

ELAIN ARCHERON IS AN EXAMPLE OF WHAT A STRONG FEMALE CHARACTER SHOULD BE LIKE. (or will be when her book is out.)

Every time someone uses that term, I want to gag and run head first into a wall (no, it's not an exaggeration). The reason for that is that people have a warped and biased idea in their heads of what means to be strong and female at the same time.

Many people believe that what defines a female character as strong lies in the character's ability to fight and be a "badass". If they don't know how to wield a sword, know ten different fighting styles, bring grown men decades or even centuries older than them to their knees and generally be some type of Bruce Lee, then they're viewed as weak and boring, not worthy of anything and lesser than.

Sorry to break it to you people (not really if I'm being honest) and please excuse my vulgar language, but that is utter bullshit. Yes, it's good to know how to fight and defend yourself, but that's not all there is to someone's personality. And, knowing how to fight in physical fights doesn't make you strong as whole. Not taking shit from anyone is good in the sense of not letting people walk all over you and use you, not when you're doing it out of arrogance because you think you're the best or because your excellent fighting skills entitles you to being mean and bitchy and petty (this doesn't go specifically to someone from acotar, just to be clear).

"Strong" female characters when presented only like that, while lacking in every other aspect, are just a marketing tool, because the majority eats that nonsense up. Everything revolving around one's ability to know how to fight in the traditional sense is not as empowering or as feministic as you think it is. (at least that's just my opinion)

You can be strong, while also being kind. You can be a badass, while also being gentle. You can be a fighter, while also gardening and baking and crocheting and wearing make-up on a daily basis and loving all things pink and girly. Fighting isn't just something physical. It comes in different shapes or forms.

A true strong female character should be her own person, make her own choices, fight her own battles. She should have flaws. She should have her own story and journey that will both develop her character and help move the plot forward.

Elain Archeron will bring all that. Her journey has already started, and it's independent of who her love interest will be. Because, ultimately, it doesn't really matter. Ships aside, whether she ends up with Azriel or Lucien, not much will change. She will still grow into her own and the plot will develop. Who will be her love interest doesn't define her. Can people honestly say the same about G?

*Again, these are just my opinions and I view the following lines as foreshadowing*

"You belong to him." "I belong to no one. But my heart belongs to you."

Being her own person and making her own choices? Check and check.

Elain cut in sharply, "I am not a child to be fought over."

Fighting her own battles, both literal and figurative? Check?

"But I wonder if everyone has spend so long assuming Elain is sweet and innocent that she felt she had to be that way or else she'd disappoint you all." He sighed toward the ceiling. "With time and safety, perhaps we'll a new side of her emerge." "That sounds dangerously close to what Nesta said about Elain finally becoming interesting." "Sometimes Nesta isn't wrong." I glowered at Rhys. "You think Elain's boring?" "I think she's kind, and I'll take kindness over nastiness any day. But I also think we haven't yet seen all she has to offer." A corner of his mouth tagged upward. "Don't forget that gardening often results in something pretty, but it involves getting one's hands dirty along the way." "And torn up by thorns," I mused...

Rhysand hinting there's more to Elain leads me to believe her book is next, combined with the opening line of the last chapter in ACOSF, "Spring bloomed in Velaris...". So, her own journey? Check.

See how Elain getting a book in general or more specifically the next one, stands all on its own without knowing for certain who her love interest will be?

And I could go on, but I'll stop here.

As Sarah said...I thought it was obvious.

#elain archeron #elain #elain kingslayer #pro elain for elain #pro elain archeron #pro elain #pro elriel #elriel #azriel x elain #elain x azriel #elain and azriel #elain acotar #elain acowar #elain acomaf

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bluecookies02 · 4 years ago

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When they make you cry

pairings: Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Aizawa x Reader, Izuku x Reader, Tamaki x Reader

Tamaki, Bakugou and Hawks are in a female!reader perspective, the rest of them are Gender Neutral

warnings: angst to fluff

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Hawks will get cocky, laughing in your face when he sees your shocked expression.

Both of you were going at each others throats, spitting insults to one another, just your recent daily routine.

Now Hawks knew you were a tough gal, which in his head made it alright for him to strike a really painful nerve into your chest.

As you remained speechless he turned around, a winning smirk plastered on his lips.

Just as he took a few steps forward, sobs wrecked your body as you hid your face in your hands.

"I d-don't think I can take this anymore Keigo" your broken voice reached his ears.

A pang of guilt pierced his chest once he turned around to face you.

He did this. He made you cry. He completely drained your happiness out. He hurt you.

His teeth dug into his lip, his eyes stinging as tears picked at them.

At that point, he didn't give two shits about who's right and who's wrong, his arms reaching for you and wrapping themselves around your shaking form.

He held you there for a while, listening to your cries that gradually turned into soft sniffles against his chest.

"I-" He opens his mouth but his words remained stuck at his throat.

"I don't want us to end..." you mumbled, your own words throwing you into another sobbing fit.

"We won't end here kid, I've got you...shit...I'm a fucking idiot...of course we won't end sweetheart...c'mon look at me" he raised your chin up gently, looking into your red eyes.

"I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry...not just for today, for every day before this, I-, God... don't leave kid, p-please"

You stared at his face, tears now streaming down his cheeks as his grip on you tightened.

You swallow the lump in your throat, grabbing his hands in yours.

"Something has to change Keigo...I miss you...we've been distant for months. Sometimes you don't even come home to me, do you know how that feels?"

"I know, I know, I swear... I miss you too. I'll tell you about everything I promise. Let's go home please."

You hesitantly nod, putting your heart on the line for the last time.

And now looking back, you're glad you did.

//quirk: flesh manipulation (the reader can manipulate the molecules in a person's flesh just by touching it, making them useful mid-battle to make the other heroes ready to fight again in a matter of seconds, but also making them a threat to their enemies )

If there was one thing he despised about you, it was your guts.

Hell curse him for falling in love with someone so stubborn.

To live through a relationship with Dabi meant that you had to have though skin. You had to be strong enough to bite your cheeks and endure the issues that people in regular relationships never face.

He enters your home, covered in bruises and cuts, asking for your first aid kit.

You sigh to yourself, your usual nagging and yelling never reaching his ears.

You place the first aid kit onto your bedside table, turning your back to him, tiredly walking out of the room.

"Hey-" his voice calls out to you, quiet and confused.

You close the door behind you, making your way to your couch.

One of these days it'll be the last time he walks into your home, the last time you help him clean his cuts and the last time you hear his voice.

The weight of uncertainty pulls at your chest harder with every passing day.

He chose to continue living like this, he is the one that keeps ruining his own life, it's his ambitions that are making you this miserable.

Once he patches himself up, he sits on your bed for a while. Your silance meaning one thing and one thing only. You finally realized how pointless being with him is, you finally got it through your thick skull that he's nothing special to dwell about.

Time passes by quickly, a few hours already gone yet he's still glued to the same spot, not having the strength to leave your room, too scared to face your rejection once he gets out.

He should be happy for you, you won't be hurting anymore, you'll be able to find someone better.

He slowly twists the knob, taking slow steps through your living room.

You are laying on your couch, tear stains on your face and a tissue crumbled in your hand.

His chest tightenes at the sight. You cried yourself to sleep. He wonders... how many times did you cry over him? How many times would you just lay here as he carelessly roamed the streets?

He should leave...he should spare you the pain he brings. You were the only good thing in his life and by continuing this he'll ruin you, piece by piece.

You showed nothing but kindness to him, you made him realize that some people are worth getting close to, you being a hero also making his resolves shake under his feet.

He stretched his arm out to your cheek, careful not to wake you up.

He left a soft kiss to your temple before leaving your house.

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You woke up to a persistent ring of your doorbell.

You felt terrible...your hair was a mess, your nose was all clogged up and your eyes burned from all the crying.

You opened your door with annoyance, mad at whoever decided to burst your sadness bubble.

"Hey doll, I would've let myself in but my hands are kinda busy"

Your boyfriend stood there with a backpack on his shoulder and a carton box in his hands.

"So...do you happen to have a room to spare for a year or two...maybe three?"

You stare in disbelief your hand covering your mouth.

"I know that me being a villain might be a setback but...I got some hair dye? I might even consider letting you fix my jigsaw face."

Your body crashed into his, the box dropping to the ground as you squeezed your arms around him.

Maybe he can make you as happy as you make him.

You knew he was rough around the edges, but you never even imagined that you would be the one his rage would be directed at.

As soon as insults came crashing your way you left the room.

You were just trying to calm him down, placing your hand on his shoulder as you urged him to stop shouting and just let it go.

His rough hands grabbed yours, throwing your hand away like you were a mere fly, his quirk burning your skin.

You tried calling out to him just for him to snap around and scream at you.

Once you reached your dorm tears freely rolled down your cheeks.

You yearned for a normal relationship, longed for some peace and quiet just for a week or two.

Yet you just couldn't let the blonde go, always hoping for some miracle to come your way and take ahold of his ego.

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It's around 2 am and he can't fall asleep for the hell of it.

You're not picking up his calls nor answering his texts and you've been inactive on social media for hours.

Kirishima has been urging him to go to your dorm for two hours already, spamming him massages about him not being manly enough to win you back.

It's not like he doesn't want to, he just has no idea how to. Should he get you something? Get you some food and flowers? Where the fuck can he find all these things at 2 am? Isn't that how people in movies apologize or something...

He hates when you're mad at him, he is scared shitless of actually scaring you off and pushing you away.

A knock at your door snaps you out of your thoughts and a small flame of hope warms your heart for a split second as you make your way to your door.

He's holding a gray hoodie and a pair of bento boxes.

"That's not gonna fix it Katsuki."

"I know shitty woman you didn't even give me a chance to speak!"

You're sure that that's the first time Bakugou said the word "sorry" in his whole life.

The way it rolled off his tongue was shaky but somewhat determined, his hand grabbing ahold of yours gently.

Guilt was evident on his face as he stroked the bandages covering your hands.

"It's not that bad Katsu, and I understand that it was an accident." you mumbled trying to pull from his grip so he can focus on something else.

He grabbed ahold of your wrists, bringing your palms to his lips.

"I'll work on it, I promise. It'll never happen again. I mean it." you just give a soft nod, leading him to the table.

"Good. Now let's eat, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" you cheered, opening the bentos and stuffing your mouth with rice.

"Y/N...it's 4 am."

"Exactly, now eat, you're not gonna let me eat all of this by myself?!"

For this man, it was close to impossible to make his s/o cry.

He cherishes the relationship he has with you, making you feel special every single day at a time.

So when he sees you crying, he's confused and alarmed.

He reaches for you, trying his best to give you the comfort he thinks you need.

When you push his hands away and scream at him...Oh boy...

He's terrified.

Did he do something? Did he forget your anniversary? Your birthday? Did he eat your snack from the fridge??

You're pulling at the strands of your hair, your head buried into your knees as you sob.

He looks around, eyes widening when he sees a photo of himself and some girl kissing on the screen of your phone.

He wasn't there? He has proof! He was in a meeting! All of his colleagues could confirm that, he just needs you to listen! Please listen to him.

He's talking...blabbering...begging for you to just look at him.

As soon as you look up for a split second, he's hugging you, smothering your face in kisses as you weakly try to push him away.

Finally he leans his forehead against yours, letting out a long sigh of relief when he realizes that you're not crying anymore.

"Please Shouta, please, if you even have any respect for me, don't lie to me." you mumble out coldly, turning your head from him.

"Y/N, I would never, ever do that to you! Never! I love you so much, please, you have to know that, you do know that!"

You're too stubborn, but he calls all of his colleges one by one, putting them on speaker for you, asking about the time of the meeting or details of the meeting and they all have the same answer.

So now, your throat is dry and there's a lump in your throat, guilt eating at you as you try to apologize.

He couldn't give two shits about any of that, all he has to know is that you're okay and that you're still his.

He's not letting you go for the rest of the day, you're wrapped under the blankets with him as he makes sure you never believe the bullshit you see online.

"Sweetheart if I ever cheat on you, that's the day I cut my own dick off and bleed to death."

It makes you giggle and then laugh hysterically and he's just looking at you with the biggest heart eyes 🥺

Izuku would never do anything to make you cry.

He pays attention to every single detail in your relationship and he especially pays attention to your feelings.

What he is really bad at, is taking care of himself.

He doesn't take in consideration how you feel when he comes home all stitched up and tired, or how he stays up late to train and push himself further than his body can take.

However one day, he is exhausted from his training and he barely has any strength left. His phone rings and he is rushing out the door, already panting.

You don't reach him in time to stop him, so here you are, hours later next to his hospital bed.

The villain wasn't too powerful, but his state caused him to pass out in the middle of the bettle field.

As soon as he wakes up, you're yelling at him, but at the same time sobbing against his chest.

"I can't just stand here and watch you hurt yourself Zuku... I can't, I can't, I can't....O-one of these days you're just gonna slip away from my hands, I can't. Please" You're grip on him softens as you loose the strength in your hands.

His arms wrap themselves around you, trying his best not to flinch as you rub against his bandages.

His eyes are watering, realization dawning on him as he holds your tired body against him.

You're right...He sees the state of himself after a lowlife villain with a pathetic quirk sent him into the hospital. He doesn't even want to think about what would've happened if there was someone much stronger out there.

"Hey Y/N...I-...I might take a week off, to rest yeah? Does that sound good?"

You nod, wiping away the tears as you sniffle.

"And you won't be training at night anymore. And you won't be staying up late!" you scold as he rubs your cheeks.

"I won't. I promise." he places a kiss at your temple, pulling you onto the hospital bed next to him.

"Let's sleep for a bit yeah? I might owe you a few hours..."

You're crying, he's crying.

He's down on one knee and he's stuttering, his hands shaking as he hears you cry out a happy "Yes".

He barely gets the ring on your finger, burying his head into your neck as soon as he gets to his feet.

You always thought that he was going to propose to you at home, maybe some homecooked dinner with roses and candles. You didn't mind that option either.

You were surprised that he even suggested a walk in the park.

I mean, it was a really small park with little to no people in the area but it was beautiful nonetheless.

You're all giddy and happy as he takes your hand in his, his eyes always glancing at the ring on your finger.

Once you spot an ice cream stand you leap in happiness, rushing to get ice cream for the both of you.

The lady selling it smiles brightly at you.

"Is that the lucky guy?" you nod grabbing your icecream as Tamaki hides behind you.

"Good job sweetheart, you're making this lady very happy, I can feel it in my old bones" you laugh at her remark as you nudge Tamaki forward.

She hands him his ice cream and winks at him.

He's blushing and thanking the lady before running off to an empty bench.

”He’s a lil’ shy but he's got the spirit” you say to the lady as you rush off to get him.

You take the time to really study the ring, the beautiful blue crystal shining in the sun.

”I...I hope you l-like it...Nejire helped me out. Uhm I probably shouldn't have said that...S-she-"

"I like it Tama...I love it actually" you place a gentle kiss just at the corner of his lips, his hands grabbing your cheeks and kissing you deeply in return.

His cheeks are warm and his lips are slow against yours but you melt against him, letting him place you in his lap.

"Oh my God, I have a fiancé, oh my God, I have to call Mirio and tell him you said yes. You said yes, right?"

You laugh as you shake your head at him, playing with his hair as he fumbles with his phone.

All of the pictures are from the original anime/manga (please do correct me if I'm wrong in the comments below)

The Tamaki one has no angst in it because I had to heal from all of the emotional rollercosters.

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𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 – 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝟐)

— pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou x female Reader

— genre: smut, angst, little bit of fluff to keep the balance; tattoo artist!kyoutani, inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers!AU, SLOW BURN

— word count: 9.6k

— warnings: swearing, mentions of infidelity and violence, as well as the consumption of drugs and alcohol; smut: corruption kink, degradation and dumbification, dacryphilia, praising, spitting, (soft) dom!kyou, oral (m. receiving), fingering, dry humping, unprotected sex (dont do that kids), impreg kink, iwaoi say hi-

— (A/N: and here’s part two! thank you SO much for all the love you sent my way after i published the first part. ngl i was a little nervous bc i thought it was boring and not interesting at all but you guys easily pushed me out of that hole so thank you for everything. i love and appreciate you with my whole heart. all the love, zade xx)

[ part one ]

— summary: after fucking up, you make it your mission to get him back..(im so bad at this pls just- okay.)

"He's not picking up, Hana", you say, another soft cry falling from your lips before you bury your face in your pillow.

“Once in my fucking life a guy treats me good and the way I've always wanted to be treated and I had to fuck it up. Why the fuck am I like this, Hana? Why can I not enjoy one fucking good thing in my fucking mediocre life", the profanities keep coming just like the tears and the amount of frustration and anger rushing through your veins is nowhere near normal anymore.

"Calm down, love", Hana sighs and makes you sit up so she can look into your tear stained face as she tries her best to make sure her words actually find their way to your pain clouded mind, "at this point you shouldn't worry too much because you do know Kyoutani, don't you? He does lose his temper a lot, so give him the time he needs and then you'll show up at his doorstep, suck his cock and make up with him, yeah?", she explains calmly.

"If this hurts you so much, why the fuck did you even say he's just a friend, Y/N? I really don't understand", Hana mumbles and lets out another sigh, her hands caressing yours softly, managing to calm you down a little bit.

“You're right, I should just– give him some time and things will eventually fall into place", you reply after crying a little more and with an encouraging smile your best friend nods at you before she suggests a movie marathon to which you happily agree.

At least something to distract you from all the demons inside your head.

After changing into your pj's and doing your night time routine, you plop down onto the couch next to your bestie again, her eyes focused on the phone in her hand and knowing she's probably either sexting or inviting her new boyfriend has you shrugging at her lack of attention as you start looking for a good movie to begin the night with.

However, just when you're about to read the description of some kind of french rom-com, Hana puts her phone back into her lap and starts staring at you with her pretty eyes widened in shock.

"What's wrong?", you ask and turn to look at her, reaching for her hands but before you even get the chance to touch her, Hana unlocks her phone and holds it up for you to watch someone's instagram story.

The video begins with loud music, a crowd full of young college students whose faces definitely are familiar.

Everyone in the video is dancing, making out, smoking and just chatting in a random living room and every now and then there's someone yelling in the back – a typical college party.

However, just as the video is about to end, the camera shifts to a tall male leaning against the wall, obviously standing really close to the person who's filming and it takes you a full blown thirty seconds to realize who said male is.

Kyoutani Kentarou.

You stare at the phone for another minute, your throat dry and your head empty as a thick veil of tears slowly starts blurring your sight before you finally decide to pay attention to the username.

"He can't be fucking serious", you hiss, fisting the blanket beneath you, the urge to punch something or someone becoming unbearable, "what the fuck is he doing at a random college party with – Sora?"

"Y/N, don't–", "Whose party is that?", you interrupt your best friend, not giving a single fuck about her attempts to calm you down; not anymore. Hana gulps harshly and strictly avoids your gaze as she mumbles a name and you roll your eyes, asking her to speak up with an annoyed sigh.

"It's one of Yuuji’s frat parties", and as soon as your best friend says the name of your ex-boyfriend, a cold shiver of disgust runs down your spine and you can feel yourself getting lightheaded from all the emotions rushing through your overwhelmed body.

"Don't follow me if you're going to stop me from leaving, Hana", you say and stand up before quickly disappearing inside your room.

You have no idea how you manage to get dressed, your outfit consisting of a pair of jeans and a hoodie you can't even remember buying and you don't even wanna think about what your hair and face look like when you end up leaving the house with your keys and your phone.

After driving this route for over two years on an almost daily basis, it takes you less than ten minutes to arrive in front of the huge house your ex-boyfriend lives in.

The memories start finding their way back into your head way too fast, taking away your breath and numbing your whole body because even if you didn’t love Yuuji anymore, the bitter feeling of betrayal still manages to hit you in just the right way.

It takes you a lot of willpower to actually approach the house and eventually get in. And after being in between the crowds of drunk, stinky college students, you remember why you hate college parties so much.

"I – Wow”, a familiar voice manages to break through the loud music, your instant reaction just an annoyed eye roll, “you were the last person I expected to see at one of our frat parties", Yuuji says and comes to stand in front of you.

His blonde hair messily falling into his handsome face and from the way his whole face seems to be covered in the deepest shade of red – including his eyes – you know that he's probably higher than the stars and you can't help but sigh.

"I'm not here to party, Yuuji", you hiss, feeling the anger crawl up your spine again the longer you look at your ex, "my boyfriend is here and I have to talk to him."

"So you and that tattooed guy are actually a thing? Didn't think so since he, you know – showed up with another girl", Terushima mumbles and pulls out a cigarette from his pocket, a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Yuuji", you spit back and roll your eyes, taking in the way the pretty boy arches his brows up in pure shock at your rather new attitude, "go and get high or whatever you do to feel proud of yourself", are the last words you say to him before you walk away, your heart thrumming inside your throat.

Your eyes roam the huge crowd, desperately searching for the only face you wanna look at right now and you try to remember where they were standing in the video Sora had posted only to realize that you can't remember.

After all you only watched the video once, your whole attention laying on Kyoutani. And after almost fifteen minutes, you find yourself slowly giving up.

Maybe this was just not meant to happen or maybe Kyoutani has left already.

He probably left with Sora- something you can’t and won’t ever blame him for.

After all she's literally one of the prettiest and hottest girls you have ever seen – anyone who rejects her would be out of their mind (or not attracted to girls which isn't the case when it comes to Kyoutani).

You give it another ten minutes of desperately looking around before you let out a deep sigh which gets lost in the loudness and thick air of the party before you finally start making your way back to the front door.

You quickly walk back to your car, trying your best to ignore everyone around you, especially all the drunk guys who are currently about to get into a verbal fight over something totally random and the last thing you want to experience those threats becoming reality.

At some point you're scared they might even include you which is probably why you end up literally sprinting and even though you always park so far away from frat houses just because you've heard way too many stories of people getting their cars stolen during parties, but right now you just wished you would have listened to your gut feeling and parked in front of the fraternity like every normal person.

However, to your life long luck, you spot a tall figure standing a little too close to your vehicle just as you’re about to unlock it. You slow down your movements almost instantly upon seeing the stranger, yet your eyes still try to figure out if it's someone you know despite the darkness surrounding the two of you.

He has probably spotted you by now, after all you're still panting like crazy from speed walking down to where your car is and it takes you a full minute to realize how loud you're actually being.

"Y/N", the male suddenly says, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine and even though it could have been everyone, it sounds a tad bit too familiar to your ears which is probably why you end up approaching him slowly.

"It's me, Kyoutani", he adds and at the same moment the words leave his lips, you finally recognize his pretty features which seem extra beautiful underneath the bright moonlight.

And then realization hits you.

"How did you know–", "Hana called me and asked if I could make sure you got home even if I didn't want to talk to you. So, here I am. Get in the car so I can tell her I did my part of the job", he interrupts you quickly, obviously not having the intention to interact with you and the way his usually so tender-filled eyes and calming voice are nothing but ice-cold has a thick veil of tears blurring your sight.

Never ever did you think about the moment, where Kyoutani puts the cold mask on he loved to hide behind when he had first looked at you all those weeks ago.

And the longer he avoids your gaze, the heavier the burden on your chest becomes.

"I'm sorry, Tani", you whisper, your voice breaking at the end, easily giving away how much his cold demeanor has gotten to you.

“Of course you're not just a friend to me and I d-don't know why I introduced you like that, everything happened so quickly and I – panicked. It's not an excuse and does not justify my behavior but I just wanted you to know that you've always been more than just a friend to me", you continue, managing to keep talking upon realizing that Kyoutani won't interrupt you and the way he even listens to you with his eyes looking everywhere but yours is absolutely enough for you.

"What am I to you then, Y/N? Am I the guy you're casually fucking? Your booty call? Am I your second choice? Like what the fuck do you expect me to say? I know we never put a label to – this", he starts pointing at you and then himself, "but you knew I was serious about it, about you. So, I just don't understand why you would even think about considering me a friend. I told you that I am not one for that friends with benefits kinda shit and you agreed yet you did this and now I can't help but be convinced you just used me to get that Yuuji fucker.”

Kyoutani is angry and he doesn't even try to hide it as he spits out those words, the ones he’s probably been dying to say out loud for the past few days and you know he has every right to actually be mad at you, his words still hit you in a way you didn't expect them to.

"I'd never do that to you, Kentarou; I'd never use you like that, please believe me", you say quickly, a little surprised you're even able to form proper sentences.

“You m-mean so much to me and I just don't know how to put it into words. My heart hurt so much when I watched you type your number into Sora's phone but the demons in my head, they just kept talking over my heart and – I'm just really sorry, Kyou, I really am", you sigh and after realizing that he's not going to look at you, you finally manage to shift your gaze away from his pretty face.

"Go home, Y/N. It's been a long day for both of us and I think some more distance will help me get my mind straight", Kyoutani replies after a long, torturous beat of silence lingering in the cold air and even if it wasn’t the reply you had hoped to hear, you're glad he's at least not completely ending it.

"Okay b-but at least let me drive you home?", you ask softly, wiping away the few tears which had managed to escape and when you look up at the beautiful faced male in front of you, his eyes meet you for the first time since what feels like forever and you feel yourself melting away.

"I don't think that's a good idea, pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, the soft pet name sending your mind into the sweetest haze of comfort just like that, "it's only been a few days but I am craving your touch and I just know I'm going to lose it and fuck you against the next best surface if we get into that car together, so I have to decline this offer", he adds and takes another step back, his lips stretching into a tiny smile and you can’t deny how much his words have you gotten you worked up, but you have no choice but to nod.

"Have a good night, baby", Kyoutani sighs and deep down you're hoping for a kiss, after all it's been way too long since you got to feel close to him but instead, he just lifts his hand up and starts waving at you and just as he is about to turn around, you find yourself reaching for his wrist. The fear and despair inside of you making you a little too brave for your personal liking but you know you can't just let him walk away like that.

"Please, Tani- Kyoutani", you whisper and let out a soft sigh of relief when he turns around to face you again, "I won't try anything, I just want to spend a little bit more time with you."

Kyoutani takes a deep breath, his dark eyes roaming your face and wandering down your body and even though it feels like he's literally devouring you alive, you enjoy his burning gazes regardless, a hidden part inside of you even craving them.

A solid minute passes by before he lets out a sigh and gives you a nod, his plump lips pressed into a thin line.

It takes you another deep breath and a couple of seconds to actually calm yourself down from the rollercoaster of emotions you've been through within the time span of an hour and as you sit there in your car, inhaling the cold air of the night, your mind starts replaying everything that went down, starting from the day you met Kyoutani, to your first and most recent kiss, as well as the encounter with Sora and your deep anger towards Yuuji.

The drive to Kyoutani's apartment passes by in a blur, way too fast for your liking and you can't help but pout when you pull up in front of the huge building, knowing very well that this will be the last interaction with the handsome tattoo artist for the upcoming few days and you can already feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

He's been awfully quiet, not like you actually said anything but Kyoutani's silence was intense, boring into your soul and actually suffocating you to a point where the urge to just jump out of the car became overwhelming.

You know he's probably going through everything just like you, yet the feeling that his thoughts are more on the negative side just won't leave you alone and you hate the way your assumptions are being confirmed as soon as Kyoutani turns to look at you.

"I – love you, Y/N", he suddenly says, his voice soft and calm, yet still deep and the way it's filled with tenderness and the sweetest bit of longing makes the effect of those magical words even heavier.

Your lips part in shock, your head having a difficult time actually processing his confession and you can feel your whole body going into a standby mode.

"But you're not good for me."

You remember the way your heart broke into thousands of pieces when you found out the alleged love of your life was cheating on you without even batting an eye.

The pain was so intense and heavy, you didn't know how to deal with it and at some point you were convinced that your heart had stopped beating for a solid minute. It was bad, left you speechless and threw you into a hole of darkness you barely managed to escape from, yet still leaving you grateful for the experience.

You thought your first heartbreak would be able to prepare you for what's to come in the future, but what you went through as soon as those words had fallen past Kyoutani’s lips, can't be compared to anything you've ever felt before.

Your heart starts clenching as his words keep replaying inside of your head and your throat so is going absolutely dry from your desperate attempts to gasp for air as the feeling of being suffocated comes back.

Everything around you seems to disappear, your eyes still focused on Kyoutani's intense gaze as the feeling of emptiness starts filling up your whole body.

You easily lose track of time, your heart beat so slow and heavy and when the wave of reality crashes you yet again, an almost inaudible sob falls past your lips.

"B-But...", you can't get yourself to speak, the words getting stuck in your throat and soft cries the only thing filling the inside of your car.

And yet, there are so many things you want to tell him, so many things rushing through your mind at the highest speed, almost impossible to grasp them and actually put them into proper sentences.

"You have too much control over me. I lost myself trying to fit into the picture of a lover you need and deserve. But – I am not who I used to be anymore”, Kyoutani explains, nervously rubbing the sides of his pierced node with his thumb as he avoids looking in your direction at all costs.

“I am scared of losing what's obviously not mine. You make me feel weak and vulnerable and I just can't deal with it. You've become the center of my world, and I can't control how much it affects me. How much you affect me and – I hate it", he continued, his voice is still incredibly calm, yet a bittersweet tone of fear coating every single one of his words.

"B-But...", yet again, the whole of your vocabulary seems vanished, not one word to say as the knot in your throat tightens even further.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I thought I could do it but – I am not meant to love and you deserve to be loved in the most special way possible”, he takes another quick break, letting out a sigh of exhaustion, “and that's why I'm letting you go. Please, don't hate me. Take care and – goodbye, my love.”

Those are his last words before he presses his lips against your forehead, making your head spin like crazy because of the contrast of his heartbreaking words and his soft kiss.

Kyoutani leaves without saying another word. He doesn't even look back once as he walks away and enters the apartment building, while you can't stop staring at the door with hot tears streaming down your cheeks and loud sobs filling the suffocating air surrounding you.

There you are, yet again.

Your eyes staring into the dark night as your body tries to cope with the intensity of pain you've thought you had overcome.

The constant breaking of your heart starts numbing every part of your body and you slowly start losing yourself in this certain kind of darkness.

Seconds turn into minutes and without even realizing, a whole hour has gone by with you staring into nothing.

Your mind plays games with you as it keeps replaying his words, his behavior, his kiss and the feeling of slowly but certainly going insane as you get out of the car a little too fast.

You tumble back, the sudden coldness hitting you right in the face and the mental as well as physical exhaustion has your body trembling.

And then it hits you.

The wave of anger, wrath, frustration and hatred literally wakes you up, pulls you back into reality and ends up taking over you completely.

Your eyes find the huge apartment building Kyoutani lives in, staring at it as if you could set it on fire and you know what you're about to do is a bad idea but your body acts before your mind can even get the chance to intervene.

And that's how you find yourself almost brutality slamming your fist against Kyoutani's door, your heart hammering against your rib cage way too fast for it to be still physically healthy and ten thousand different thoughts rushing through your chaotic mind.

"What the fuck is going – Y/N", Kyoutani looks at you with his pretty eyes slightly widened in shock, his lips parting as he struggles to keep his eyes on you and a disgusting feeling of shame and embarrassment starts filling you up.

You know this is pathetic, you are aware of how stupid you look standing in front of him like this but you just can't get yourself to actually care about it.

"Y/N, please don't-", "No, I listened to what you had to say and now I'm going to talk and you're going to listen to me. Before that I am not going anywhere because I deserve this", you cut him off, hands balled into fists as you try to stay calm but the more you think about his words in the car, the angrier you get.

"I–", Kyoutani sighs, his eyes nervously roaming your face and upon noticing the way you seem to shiver from the cold and your lack of clothing, he lets his conscience get the best of him, "alright, come in then.”

You follow him inside, the familiar scent of vanilla and Kyoutani's favorite febreeze scent filling your nose and you hate the way how comfortable you are.

After all you've been spending quite some time in this apartment; visiting him after your classes so he could bury his face between your legs and then offer you some homemade food, followed by a good old ghibli movie and lots of cuddles has become some kind of routine.

Oh, how you hate him for ruining all of those memories.

"Do you want something to drink? You're probably freezing", he offers, his voice filled with concern and you know he is right and you'd definitely give everything for a cup of tea and maybe some water, you still shove all of your body’s basic needs into the very back of your head and try to regain your composure.

"I – you – we", you take a deep breath, your mind struggling to put all of those racing thoughts into some kind of order, yet failing miserably.

But there's so much you want to say to him; so many things you want him to hear and now that you are actually standing in front of him, your body betrays you.

"You're a fucking coward, Kyoutani Kentarou", is the first thing you finally manage to let out, "and I hate you for leaving me like this. I fucking hate you.”

Deep down, you hate yourself for saying those words; the choice of words and the incredible heaviness they come with are usually not your way of expressing yourself yet you're not regretting them.

You don't know how this night is going to end, maybe this will be the last time you get to see Kyoutani or he'll eventually fuck you into oblivion and you finally end up together; but nevertheless you want your words to hurt him; you want them to wake him up just like his did to you.

"How dare you confess your love to me and tell me I basically ruined your life in the same breath when you're the one who's fucking all of this – us up. Yes, I’ve made a mistake and I've been regretting my choice of words for the past four days, even came to the point where I accepted your distance and decided to let go because I know how much my words hurt you. But us ending like this? Definitely not going to happen", Kyoutani stares at you with his pretty eyes focusing you attentively, barely blinking, not moving at all; he’s just listening to you.

"I just – don't understand how you can be this oblivious."

"Oblivious? Oblivious to what?", he asks, his voice a little deeper and raspier, sending goosebumps straight dow your spine as if your body needed to remind you the effect he has on you.

"Oblivious to everything. This is what love does to people, Kentarou. Of course you're going to feel weak and vulnerable because of me - because of the one you love. After all the point of being loved and loving someone else is showing those vulnerabilities and weakness to the person you trust the most because you know, or at least you hope, they won't take advantage of it.”

You take a deep breath, your mind slowing down as you ease yourself into his calming embrace and subconsciously losing yourself in the comfort it comes with.

“I'm yours. I've been yours since the very first day and we both know this, that's why you are so scared of losing me. And that's why my words hurt you so much”, you can tell that he’s already processing your words as much as he can; his habit of scratching the back of his head giving him away easily.

"You said you've lost yourself trying to fit into this picture of someone who I deserve but – you are the one who created that picture in the first place. Just because my first boyfriend was an alleged goody two shoes doesn't mean that you have to be like that too. Fuck that", you hiss, the thought of Kyoutani changing even the slightest bit about himself sending jolts of anger through your veins, "I don't care if you dropped out of college or that you have tattoos and piercings and bleach blonde hair. None of that matters to me because it's you, your kind heart and your pure soul I fell in love with.”

And suddenly - you can feel the burden on your shoulders disappear when those certain words leave your lips and the second Kyoutani raises his eyebrows in slight surprise before he locks eyes with you again has another breath of fresh air run through your suffocated lungs.

"Yes, I'm in love with you, Kyoutani Kentarou. Believe it or not, but for me, you're perfect just like this, with all your tiny habits and every single tattoo. There's nothing I'd change about you and I'm genuinely, truly sorry if I ever made you feel like you needed to change for me. You're a great guy and I guess that's why I ran back here after sitting in that car, crying for an hour because I couldn't stop thinking about the way you confessed your love to me”, you feel the thick veil of tears appear before they manage to block your sight, making the pretty face in front of you turn into bourry little pixels as your emotions overwhelm you.

“And yes, you are meant to be loved; maybe not meant to be loved by me but you deserve to be loved, do you hear me?"

You go up to him, closing some of the distance between the two of you before your finger darts out and poke his strong chest, trying to ease the tension after letting go of all those thoughts, "you deserve to love and to be loved because you're a good person. And I just – wanted to thank you for letting me into your life. Meeting you, getting to know the beautiful person you are has been one of the best things that has happened to me and I will cherish these memories forever."

And with those words you take a deep breath, let out another sigh, goving away your acceptance of defeat before you lift your head and prepare yourself to say your last goodbye no matter how painful it is.

"Take care, Kyoutani Kentarou and thank you, for everything", the words fall past your lips in the form of a whisper solely because you're too scared to break if you raised your volume just slightly.

You turn around and feel the first tear find its way down your cheek before you even get to walk away.

And just as you wrap your fingers around the doorknob, the sound of rushed footsteps approaching you makes you halt your movements.

"D-Don't go", Kyoutani suddenly says, his voice breaking when he comes to stand behind you, so close you can actually feel the warmth he's radiating, "I need you...so bad", he whispers into your ear, pressing his forehead against the back of your neck and it's like everything that happened tonight becomes irrelevant.

You turn around, not expecting Kyoutani to push you against the door with his whole body, yet still embracing him as much as you can.

With a soft sob, you start inhaling his unique scent, grazing his soft skin with your fingers and letting the warmth blossom inside of your chest after feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your palm.

"Don't leave me, please", he cries, the tears running down his flushed cheeks despite his desperate attempts of holding back, "let's do this whole love thing.”

You stand there for what feels like an eternity, just hugging each other, taking in each other's presence and calming down from everything that has happened in such a short time. You finally calm down completely, Kyoutani's soft touches and tiny kisses give you the last bit of energy you needed and for the first time in almost three months, there's not one demon in your head trying to make you overthink something.

Because this feels perfect; there's literally no other word to describe the feeling of holding Kyoutani Kentarou and being held by him.

But nevertheless, you've been on a constant adrenaline rush for the past four hours and the exhaustion has been killing you, making you grow tired a lot faster than usual.

"What about moving this to your room, hm? I'd rather fall asleep with you in your bed than against the door; especially because I know the boys are out and will be coming home soon", you say softly, lifting Kyoutani's head from the crook of your neck and looking at him.

He sighs and gives you a soft kiss, giving you a nod in response before he gets himself to let go of you; his warmth leaving with him and it's almost disgusting how you literally crave his presence.

After Kyoutani makes you drink two glasses of water to avoid the dehydration of your body, he hands you one of his thick hoodies and leaves you to get ready in his bathroom.

You come back to the sight of him sitting against the headboard of his king sized bed, his oversized shirt revealing the perfect amount of collarbones and you enjoy the sight of his pretty skin and the dark lines covering most of it as well as the way his sweats hug his strong thighs in the best way possible.

And as you watch his eyes lazily roam your body, a hot jolt of arousal finds its way through your veins and right to your cunt.

"Don't look at me like that, sweet girl", Kyoutani suddenly groans and cocks his head to the side, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he gulps harshly; his eyes never once leaving yours.

"B-But Tani...", you reply, approaching him with tiny steps become you come to stand right next to his tall figure, feeling yourself growing needier because of the way your body is craving his touch now more than ever.

“Baby…”, he replies and gulps harshly, knowing your body better than yourself after weeks of getting to know you in a way nobody has ever before.

"Please, Tani...please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me. I've been waiting for so long...", you plead, your fingers coming to graze his pretty lips as memories of all the times he had turned you into a crying mess with those lips.

Kyoutani is just as affected by the change in tension as you, the slight bulge in his grey sweatpants as well as the hunger burning in his eyes giving him away.

"You're such a pretty angel girl, aren’t you?", he whispers and sits up, pulling you closer to make you stand in between his legs as he starts caressing your hot cheeks with his fingers.

“Yet you're saying all those naughty things”, Kentarou chuckles deeply, “imagine how people would react if they knew what a cockhungry little slut you actually are", upon hearing those degrading names, your cunt starts clenching around nothing and a high pitched whimper escaped your throat.

"For you...", you whisper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth the second Kyoutani starts placing open mouthed kisses on your neck.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling the material of his shirt a little too tightly.

"Of course, baby, you're mine after all and this sweet cunt", the sudden feeling of his palm pressing against the damped fabric of your panties has you gasping for air, "belongs to me, and me only", Kyoutani grunts, pulling the skin of your neck between his lips before he starts sucking gently as well as slowly moving his fingers against the lacey fabric between your legs.

"Yes, it's yours", you reply, after several weeks of being intimate with Kyoutani you've learned one thing and that's how much he loves hearing you say all those dirty and lewd things, "please fuck me."

"Patience, my love, patience. I am going to fuck you", Kentarou replies calmly and suddenly pushes you away, his hands disappearing from your body and when your lid flutter open because of the lack of touch, he shoots you one of his cocky smirks, "but let's not forget the whole friend situation, hm? What about you make it up to me before I fuck you like the little whore you are?"

His words have excitement rush through your blood, your head literally spinning just from the thought of finally getting to be on the giving end after weeks of him playing the selfless lover.

You nod eagerly, anticipation sparkling in your eyes as you watch him palm himself over his sweats before you get on your knees and wait for him to let go of his now fully erect cock.

However, the more seconds pass by like this, the more nervous you become because for some reason you suddenly remember that you've basically never sucked dick before.

Your head shoots up with slight panic written all over your face and of course Kyoutani notices your change in demeanor right away.

"What's wrong, angel?", he asks you and stops the movements of his hands.

"I don't know how to do it, Tani", you whisper, knowing there's no point in being shy about it, after all he happens to be the guy you've experienced your most firsts with.

"It's okay, baby, I'm going to help you”, Kyoutani replies and actually loses his composure for a second, “fuck baby, don't look at me like this when I'm literally about to fuck your throat", he hisses, throwing his head back as he grunts and his hips desperately bucking into the air.

Kyoutani takes another deep breath before he finally pushes his hand underneath the waistband of his sweats and with your eyes focused on his movements, you watch him pull out his hard length, a soft hiss falling past his plump lips when the coldness of the room grazes the slightly wet tip of his cock.

You gulp harshly, his impressive size in girth as well as length has your pussy throbbing like crazy, yet you can't help but wonder how the hell he's going to fit inside of you.

“Don't worry, baby, I know you're going to take all of my cock like the good girl you are", Kyoutani says after observing your facial expressions for some time.

"Give me your hand", he asks you softly, his voice still raspy and incredibly hoarse yet still soothing and you appreciate his attempts to calm himself down so you won't feel too nervous. With your heart slamming against your rib cage, you lift your hand up and are slightly overwhelmed at the sudden feeling of Kyoutani's warm spit pooling inside your palm. Without adding anything, he straightens himself and motions you to stroke his hard cock.

Not once do you stop looking at him as you wrap your fingers around the base of his impressive length and slowly start jerking him off.

Kyoutani cocks his head to the side, his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth and his eyes constantly fluttering close.

"Start with the tip, angel- just wrap your lips around it and start sucking, but be careful with your teeth, yeah baby?", he grunts, his hips thrusting into your fist every time the pace of your strokes slows down.

You give him yet another nod before look up at him one more time and do as he says.

The feeling of his cock between your lips is – different.

It feels like it's not supposed to be there, yet the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue has you sighing softly. Your tongue darts out, giving his tip a tiny kitten lick before you go back to sucking on it eagerly.

And while you seem to enjoy it a lot, Kyoutani is going absolutely crazy. You can see the way he's tensing his body as his grip in the bed sheets tightens and the vein on his neck pops out.

"F-Fuck, baby, just like that", he praises you "now try to take more of it in a-and use your hand for the rest", Kyoutani's voice is shaky, his eyes are nervously roaming your swollen lips and the string of spit connecting them to the tip of his cock.

Without giving it another thought, you take a deep breath and take more of him, trying your best to not graze his sensitive cock with your teeth and despite your initial struggle, you still enjoy the feeling of his cock on your tongue.

You subconsciously wrap your fingers around the part of his cock which you can't fit inside your mouth and suddenly it's like your body knows exactly what to do.

Kyoutani's moans grow louder and the soft thrusts of his hips become a little less controlled. You look up at him every now and then, trying your best to keep the steady rhythm as you bop your head.

And then he suddenly thrusts his length all the way to the back of your throat, your gag reflex just about to go off when he pulls back which is the moment you take notice of the tears streaming down your cheeks.

You give him a soft smile before going back to wrapping your lips around his tip, but you don't get very far.

Kyoutani pulls you back, his grip on the back of your neck not firm enough to hurt you.

"I promise I'm going to fuck your throat properly and even cum in your mouth the next time we do this but right now I just can't stop thinking about that tight cunt of yours", he says, helping you get up and almost instantly pulling you onto his lap; his wet cock rubbing against your panty covered core as Kyoutani pulls you in for a kiss.

It's sloppy and rushed, the way his tongue grazes over yours before he pulls it between his lips and starts sucking at it. Your hips start moving against his cock, your sensitive pussy craving some kind of friction as the arousal has your head spinning like crazy.

You start moaning and whimpering into his mouth when Kyoutani’s hips start meeting your desperate movements, applying the perfect amount of pressure onto your needy clit.

You feel the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening, the clenching of your cunt becoming worse the more you hump Kyoutani's cock like a woman starved.

But nothing prepares you for the feeling of one of his large digits entering you. Your hole start clenching around his finger Kyoutani pushes another one in, both digits buried inside of your little cunt.

"Such a good girl for me, aren't you, baby? I'm going to finger you nice and slow so you're ready for my cock. Now come on, my love; show me what a good whore you are and ride my fingers", Kyoutani encourages you, his hot breath fanning against the sensitive skin behind your ear and without missing a beat, your hips meet the skillful thrusts of his fingers.

Kyoutani continues to whisper naughty things into your ear, his other hand eventually wrapping around your throat as he makes sure you look into his eyes when you stumble over the edge.

Your high hits you hard and fast, the intensity knocking the breath out of your lungs and leaving you gasping for it; something you should be used to by now yet still can't believe is even possible.

He pushes you off of his lap softly, helps you get rid of his shirt as well as your ruined panties before he makes you lay down in the middle of his bed; eyes locking with yours when he also starts undressing.

"My pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, his hand caressing the soft skin of your thighs, spanking you every now and then just because he's absolutely obsessed with the way your whole body tenses whenever his hand meets your skin.

“Look at me", he orders and almost instantly your head shoots up to meet his gaze, the sight of his naked body distracting you a lot more than you expected but after all this is the first time you get to see the rest of his tattoos; the ones you usually only get a tiny glimpse of depending on his outfit choice.

Kyoutani spreads your legs apart, his eyes never leaving yours even when he starts jerking off again and you can't hold back the soft whimpers and begs leaving your lips.

But also something about his flushed cheeks and swollen lips as well as his messy hair falling into his face has you incredibly turned on.

"We've never talked about this before but are you on the pill, baby?", he asks, pushing one of his thumbs into his mouth before he brings it down to your clit and starts rubbing soft circles into it, making you arch your back off of the mattress as you bury your face in the pillow to keep your noises down.

"N-No", you whisper, a deep sigh coming from Kyoutani and even though you know you shouldn’t do it, you stop him from bending over to the drawer of his nightstand, making him look at you in confusion.

“But I still want you to raw me, please...", you add and gulp harshly when his whole body seems to go into some kind of haze once the words leaveyour lips.

Kyoutani looks at you, his eyes darkening even more as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and lets out a loud moan of your name.

"I can't just raw you, baby", he presses through gritted teeth, his mask slowly falling apart the more you rub yourself against his cock, "you've never had sex without a condom and my pull out game is weak, even weaker when it comes to you because fuck – the thought of filling you up with my cum sounds so fucking good", Kyou groans when you scoot up a little, taking his length into your hand before you line him up with your entrance.

"B-But what if you get pregnant, sweet girl?", he sighs and tries to pull away, making you wrap your arms around his neck as you look into his pretty eyes.

"That will just show everyone around us how well you've fucked me", you whisper and elicit another deep moan from him, his whole body shaking slightly as he tries to hold himself back from just pounding into you.

"Such a cockhungry whore", he hisses and – finally – starts pushing his fat cock into your tiny cunt, the slight stretch making you both gasp for air.

“If that's what you want, then that’s what you get, you little slut. I'm going to fucking raw you and fill you up with all of my cum, make you my cumslut", Kyoutani grunts, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before he harshly grabs your face and looks into your eyes as he buries more of himself inside of you.

"F-Fuck, you're big", you whimper, throwing your head back and trying your very best to stop clenching around his cock.

“We're almost there, baby- you got this, s-stop clenching", Kyoutani grunts against your parted lips. Without a warning, Kyoutani pushes the rest of his huge cock inside of you, bottoming out completely.

“F-Fuck...you’re so– tight”, Kentarou grunts, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, “it’s like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“S-So good...so fucking good, nngh-”, your little whimpers and whines are slurred, barely coherent as the feeling of being filled to the brim pushes you into a haze of pleasure.

You feel the pulsation of his cock against your spongy walls, his hands nervously roaming your body and groping one of your tits, as he obviously tries to calm himself down.

And then he finally starts moving.

A deep, guttural moan leaves the both of you when he pulls himself out of your tight hole, dragging his huge cock along the walls of your little cunt in the most delicious way possible before he almost brutally shoves himself back in again.

“Mhm, just like that, you little brat”, he grunts, sitting up on his knees as he pushes your legs further apart, his eyes focusing the way his fat cock stretches your hole just how he’s been imagining it all this time, “coming up to me and talking about having your little cunt rawed like some cumhungry little whore.”

You start nodding almost instantly at his words, your brain barely recognizing them, the only thing you can focus on being the way the tip of his cock grazes the entrance to your womb with every harsh, brutal thrust of his hips.

His thrusts find a steady rhythm, hard and so, so deep.

“Open your mouth”, Kyoutani grunts, a single drop of sweat finding its way down the center of his tattooed chest, the sight making you whimper and whine for him even louder as you part your lips as soon as you process his words.

“You know what? I’d rather have you say it”, he suddenly hisses, pulling his cock out of your spasming cunt before he presses your legs together and shoves himself back inside of you with one skilled thrust of his hips.

You have no idea at what point you start crying but by the time Kyoutani's moans and grunts start picking up their pace, you're a sobbing mess.

“S-Say wh-what?”, you sob, hiding your tear and spit stained face behind your hands, not daring to look up at him.

“I want you to ask for my spit and beg for my cum”, Kentarou’s voice grows raspier, the dominance seething through every single one of his words makes it so easy for you to fall even further into the hole of absolute submission, “and stop hiding yourself, angel girl..I wanna watch the way I’m fucking your brains out.”

A row of loud, high pitched whines and a combination of sobs and moans are the only thing you manage to respond with, your brain clouded with the feeling of his thick cock dragging along the spongy walls of your cunt.

And before you can even comprehend his next movement, you hear the loud sound of skin meeting skin followed by the delicious feeling of a sting sending jolts of pain through your body, something you’ve come to love after so many hours with the tattoo artist.

“I told you to ask and beg for it, angel girl..you’re making me wait”, Kentarou spits, never once halting the movements of his hips as he watches the way you start sobbing even more, your cunt spasming around his cock after his painful spank.

“Please...f-fuck, please spit in my mouth and my face and on my cunt- want it all”, you start brabbling, another row of incohrent begs following right afterwars as your hips sloppily meet his harsh thrusts, “I want you to stuff me full of your cum, too- please, Daddy, wanna be your little c-cumdumpster.”

“There you go..”, Kyoutani’s plump lips stretch into a big smile as his cock throbs at the sound of that one forbidden little word he’s come to love even more after hearing it from you only a handful of times.

He didn’t hesitate to tell you about how much it turns him on around two weeks after the two fo you had started dating and even though he never really expected you to use it, he was secretely hoping for you to overcome your shyness.

You had used it only twice before when the pleasure had gotten too much for your brain to handle and Kyoutani knew you’d stop holding yourself back as soon as you got a taste of his cock.

“What did you just call me, pretty girl?”, he cooes, giggling softly at the way you whimper and cry even harder, knowing oh so well what he wants to hear.

And for the first time you just can’t get yourself to argue with the little voice in the back of your head; the feeling of his cock stretching your tiny cunt making it so, so easy to just let go of all those doubts and worries.

“Please, Daddy”, you reply and look into his eyes, groping your own tits as you arch your back to feel him even deeper inside of you, “n-need your cum inside of me...please- want everyone to know who I belong to.”

You don’t really expect it, yet your pussy almost instantly start clenching around his cock when kyoutani harshly grabs your face, making you part your lips before he spits into your mouth.

The loud, lewd sound of it rings in your ears in the best way possible and acting like a literal aphrodisiac in combination with the delicious taste of his saliva coating the hot muscle of your tongue.

You hum softly before you swallow it all, a gentle sob escaing your lips before you look up at him again.

"Now go on, angel girl”, he growls, pushing his hand in between your legs to rub circles into your hardened clit, “I want you to cum for me. Be a good little dumpster for your Daddy and show me what only I can do to you.”

You can barely process his words, the lewdness just fueling the fire in the pit of your stomach as you lose yourself in the feeling of your upcoming high. But you still start nodding, cringing at the feeling your saliva dripping down your jawline.

And with one last thrust, you feel your high crashing down onto you with such heaviness, you're left absolutely breathless.

Your whole body is trembling as the waves of your orgasm hit you, a row of incoherent words leaving your lips before you stop trying and just start crying for your precious Daddy.

"That's my baby”, is the first thing your brain manages to process again, everything still a blurry mess and when you look at Kyou, you realize you’re still cumming.

Your cunt is almost painfully spasming around his big cock, your juices dripping down the sides of his length as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“You’re such a good, good girl for Daddy, aren’t you? I'm so proud of you", Kyoutani praises you, his thrust a little sloppier than before and from the way he's digging his fingers into the skin of your waist, you can only assume that he's also quiet close, "you're also going to take all of Daddy’s cum, right, baby? We gotta make sure I fill you up nicely..."

You take a deep breath, your slightly overstimulated cunt sending shivers down your spine as your eyes focus on Kyoutani's parted lips.

"Please, Daddy...need you to fill me up with your cum", you encourage him and when you slowly push two of your fingers into his mouth, knowing how much he loves to suck on them no matter what situation you’re both in, you finally get to see his whole face crunch up in pleasure.

His body tenses up as his grip on your waist becomes firmer before he starts cumming inside of you with a deep, raspy moan; coating the walls in several shades of white with three thick spurts of his cum.

Kyoutani buries his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly calms down, loud breathing and rushed gasps for air the only thing to fill the inside of his empty room.

"I love you so much", he whispers and gives you a soft kiss, his cock still firmly buried inside of your sensitive cunt before he shoots you a soft smile; looking almost boyish with his glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

"I love you, too, D-Daddy”, you whisper, gulping harshly as the words leave your lips, feeling yourself grow even smaller underneath his strong yet comforting gaze, “thank you for giving us a chance", you add and pull him into for another kiss.

"Kyoutani Kentarou, your favorite group of walking disappointments is back and better than ev - oh", Iwaizumi Hajime, Kyoutani's High School best friend, fellow tattoo aritst and roommate suddenly yells and almost brutally slams open the door, startling you to the last bone in your body.

Kyoutani is quick to cover you up with his body, his hand reaching for one of the blankets on the floor as he grunts in annoyance.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know–", "What is it, Iwa-Chan? Is he jerking off again? Kyoutani Kentarou you little piece of shit, just go and fuck that–", just like Iwaizumi, Oikawa – who also happens to be his best friend, felow tattoo artist and roommate – comes to stand in the doorway, bumping into his best friend before he finally spots the two of you.

"You're naked", he points out, closing his eyes almost instantly after realizing what he has just come to witness and despite the disgusting feeling of wanting to disappear and never come back again, you can't help but giggle at their shocked and slightly disgusted faces.

Kyoutani takes a deep breath and pulls out of you, still making sure to hide you behind his body before he hands you the blanket and lets his eyes shift to the door, looking at his best friends in pure disbelief.

"Kawa stop fucking staring and – can you two please fuck off?", he yells, pulling the boys back to reality and the way both of them shift to look at you only to blush from their necks to their ears has you chuckling softly.

This type of situation is nothing you’re not used to – unfortunately.

"Uhm – of course! Oh, my fucking God! So sorry, Kyou", Iwaizumi stutters and wraps his fingers around the doorknob, avoiding your eyes as much as he can before he pushes Oikawa away and then closes the door with another row of apologies.

Kyoutani just looks at you apologetically as he shakes his head and face palms himself, making the both of you burst into loud laughter.

And after taking a shower together and actually eating some late dinner with the boys, you fall asleep with Kyoutani's arms tightly wrapped around your waist, his face buried inside the crook of your neck and one last love confession.

And when those sweet words fall past his lips yet again, you realize – you're finally home.

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