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How about Vampire!Bucky with “Keep your pretty eyes on me.” and “You shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”?

But like, the classic vampires of Anne Rice, not the sparkly bastards from twilight? Perhaps soft!dark too?

Love Bites

Pairing: Dark!Vampire!Bucky x Human!Reader

Word Count: 3.4K (i just can't not write long fics)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, HEAVY DUBCON , smut, p in v sex, oral (fem receiving), blood, vampire feeding, it's kinda dark tbh, use of mind control (if i miss any please let me know so i can add it <;3)

A/N: I hope you enjoy love! this was tons of fun to write <3 thank you big time to @aquariusbarnes for beta reading for me! all mistakes are my own though.

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You sniffled as you walked, watching the stone of the old road pass under your feet. You wished you could appreciate the history of the place, really take it in like you wanted to. You wished you could enjoy this trip like you intended to. You worked so hard to get the time off, to pay for it. It was your anniversary trip, you were supposed to be having fun.

This was anything but. You'd gone to the bar with John, your piece of shit husband, and he'd excused himself to the bathroom, but when you noticed he'd been gone awhile, you went looking for him. Just to find the bathroom door locked, moans flowing out from the crack at the bottom. The bar had a strict 'no sex in the bathroom' rule, so the bouncer kicked in the door, and there was John, balls deep in a girl you recognized from the booth next to the one you'd been waiting at.

You'd removed your ring, threw it on the ground, and stormed out, which was a shame. You loved that ring, the ruby was just gorgeous in it. But John hadn't even chased after you, it was like he was a different person.

You thought about the way he looked at you when the bouncer kicked in the door. His pupils were blown wide and it was like he wasn't even there anymore. You did take notice of the white dust around the edge of his nose though, so maybe he wasn't there. But that's no excuse, especially because you'd never even seen him do drugs.

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself," said a voice from behind you. It was low and soft, smooth like honey. You turned around, wiping the tears from your face before looking at your observer. "It's dangerous at night."

You gave him a tight lipped smile, "Thanks for the warning." He stepped out from the shadow, and you couldn't help the nerves that lit on fire in your belly. He was tall, built but not too muscular, his hair was cropped short, almost like a military cut. His sharp jaw was clean shaven, and he had gentle blue eyes.

"You alright?" He asked, gesturing to your disheveled state. You sighed, pursing your lips for a moment debating on if you should really tell a stranger your life, but you'd probably never see him again, so what's the harm?

"I'm supposed to be here on my anniversary trip," You muttered, "but I found him cheating not even two days into our trip, so. . ." You crossed your arms, shrinking in on yourself as he approached you.

"Well, he sounds like an idiot," He said, stopping in front of you, "He'd have to be a moron to be able to even take his eyes off of you." He held his hand out, "I'm Bucky."

You introduced yourself, placing your hand in his and let out a small gasp when he raised your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, even if it was something terrible that brought you out this way." He smiled, releasing your hand. "Can I walk with you? Just make sure you get to wherever you're going safely, if nothing else."

You hesitated. This was a stranger, in an unfamiliar city, asking to walk with you to where you were staying. It sounded like a terrible disaster just waiting to happen. You shouldn't let him come with you to the hotel.

Before you could process what was happening, you heard your voice agree, telling him he could join you, but you didn't remember giving your mouth permission to say those things.

He fell into step beside you, keeping his hands shoved in his pockets, only bumping your elbow with his if he was trying to show you something. He told you about the city as you walked, distracting you from the events of earlier. He stopped at an old ice cream place, buying you a small cup of your favorite flavor, and taking you to a small park bench where he sat with you while you ate.

"Thank you," You said when you finished your cup. He took it and threw it away before coming back and sitting next to you. "You really don't have to stick with me all night. I'm sure you have places to be."

"This is the only place I want to be right now," He looked over at you with a small smile.

"With a stranger?" You ask, wrapping your arms around yourself. The ice cream was good, but that mixed with the small night breeze, you can't stop the chills running up your spine. Bucky took notice and stood, pulling his sweater off and offering it to you as he sat back down.

"I'd say you're just a little more than a stranger now," He chuckled.

"I guess you're right," You smiled.

"Are you planning on going back to your hotel?" He asked, "Would your husband be there?"

Fuck, he's right. Your smile falls as you think about it. Where else would John go except back to the hotel? You didn't want to stay there if he was going to be there. He had a key so he could be there already, and you weren't ready for that. You didn't want to face him right now.

You hang your head with a sigh, the tears beginning to well in your eyes again. "I don't know. I don't want to see him, but I have nowhere else to go. And neither does he, so he would definitely be there." You wiped at your face with your hands and let out a groan.

Bucky didn't respond immediately, but when you looked over at him to apologize for all the drama going on in your life, he looked like he was debating on telling you something.

"What is it?" You prompted, watching as he sighed.

"I know you just met me," he started, "and by no means do you have to accept, but I have a spare room that you are more than welcome to stay in. At least for the night, and then in the morning you can sort your hotel stuff out and go stay wherever you want."

You went to decline, this wasn't something you would accept from a stranger for multiple reasons. You didn't know him that well, you didn't want to impose, and he could be dangerous. But it was like when he asked to walk with you earlier - it felt like your body had a mind of its own as you heard yourself agreeing to stay with him, and before you knew it, you were following him to a lavish apartment building in the middle of the city.

"You live here?" You asked as you eyed the building in wonder, the towering skyrise seemingly reaching into the heavens.

"I do," He smirked down at you as he held the door open for you, leading the way to the elevator. You watched as he pressed the very top floor button.

"Top floor, huh?"

"Best view of the city, you'll see," He smiled down at you before looking forward again. You eyed him a bit - you could've swore you saw a hint of a different color in his eyes, but you couldn't get another good look to confirm.

The elevator stopped and you pulled the sweater tighter around you, nerves beginning to set you more on edge then before as you waited for the doors to open.

The doors opened, and he was right, the view was spectacular.

The place was lined with floor to ceiling windows where you could see the expanse of almost the entire city below you. There were only a few lights on here and there, the place mostly lit up by the moon right out the windows.

His decor screamed money in a dark modern luxury type of way. The furniture was all dark wood with even darker cushions. You kept him in your peripheral as you walked around the room. If you had to guess, he was probably working for the mafia, or he was a CEO of some huge company you'd never heard of. No one his age could afford this place without being famous for something.

"You want anything to drink? Or eat?" He asked as he led the way to the kitchen, turning on lights as he went.

"Just some water would be lovely," You said, following a bit behind him. Something about this place made you uneasy, you weren't sure what it was - if it was him, or how high up you were, or the fact that for some reason you had agreed to this - but you were attempting to keep your distance just in case.

You watched as he filled your glass and slid it across the counter in front of you, adding nothing strange to your drink in the process.

That's good at least, you thought. He started talking about where the shower was, where you could find towels, and that he'd get you a spare change of clothes so you didn't have to smell like the bar anymore. You took him up on the offer, grabbing everything you needed before locking yourself in the grand guest bathroom.

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"This is the guest room, and I'm down the hall," Bucky stated as you followed him through the hall. You noticed none of the bedrooms had windows and you thought it was odd, but at least the sun wouldn't wake you the second it rose.

"Thank you, for letting me stay," You said, fiddling with the edge of the shirt he gave you, your legs warmed by the fleece pants. "I really appreciate it. I owe you."

"Of course," He smiled down at you. "You don't owe me anything," he reached forward, picking a piece of lint from your shoulder, "all I want to do is help you forget about your husband."

Your brows scrunched together, "What?"

"After the night you've had, don't you think you deserve to have some fun?" He suggested, reaching to cup your cheek. His hand was oddly cold, but you did just take a hot shower so you didn't think too much about it. "Say the word, and I'll make you forget about your moron of a husband. Or I'll leave you to your room."

It was like all the air was sucked out of your lungs as you stared up at him. He wore this look of sincerity and. . . hunger? How long had it been since you'd been on the receiving end of that stare? John hadn't really cared the past few months, you'd hoped this trip would spark something in him again. He'd run off with some woman from the bar, not even 50 feet from you, so what harm would sleeping with Bucky do?

He'd been nothing but nice to you, catering really. He'd taken care of you, though you did have those two moments where your body betrayed you in favor of his wishes. But, maybe that was your body telling you something. If anything, you'd just slip out in the morning the second the sun came up.

Reaching up to grab his hand, you nodded, "Make me forget about him." You whispered it, but the second it left your lips, his eyes darkened, darker than you've ever seen anyone's eyes go.

He nodded, moving to lace your fingers with his as he led you down the hall to the master bedroom. It was just as lavish as the rest of the apartment, maybe even more so. The bed was massive, lined with a deep rich red comforter and sheets that looked as soft as clouds. He pulled you to the edge of it before cupping your cheeks, pulling you in till you were just a breath away.

"Are you sure?" He asked, looking to you for confirmation before he moved.

"Yes," You muttered, gasping when his lips met yours. It was slow at first, the way his lips moved with yours, like he was learning how you kissed, how you liked to be kissed, before he deepened it. His tongue slipped past your lips, taking a quick taste at your mouth before retreating, like he was asking for permission - permission which you granted.

He tasted the entirety of your mouth as he hands moved under the shirt to paw at your skin, gripping and pulling you flush against him as he groaned into your mouth. He guided you towards the bed, pulling away to let you lay across the comforter, which was as soft as you imagined.

Laying himself above you, he slotted his knee between your legs, pushing his thigh into your warm core, smirking at the small whine you let out as your hips grinded down on his thigh. "Eager are you?" He mumbled against your lips, "Did your lousy husband never satisfy you?"

"He used to, but not lately," it ignited a bit of shame, admitting how unfulfilled you were in your marriage, but all Bucky did was smile as his hands moved to the waistband of your pants.

"I'll fix that," he pulled your pants gently down your legs, admiring your skin as he went. "Don't you worry." He winked at you before grabbing one of your legs and starting a trail of wet kisses up from your ankle. Suddenly, it was like all of your nerves fizzled out. You were almost completely comfortable laying there, like you belonged.

He ran his nose up your calf and your thigh, stopping at your hip to place another wet kiss, sucking a bit on your skin and sending shivers of excitement up your spine. Pushing the shirt up over your chest, he followed it with his lips and his tongue, inhaling your skin, savoring it as long as he could. You'd never had someone be so attentive, so infatuated with you that they took their time like this. He helped you out of the shirt before settling between your thighs.

"I've barely even started and you're already dripping," He slowly said, his voice starting the butterflies in your stomach. He leaned down, placing a gentle peck to your clit, smirking when your hips jolted, trying to get more pressure. "You are eager."

"Please," You whispered, watching with half lidded eyes, "please, Bucky."

"Mm," he hummed, reaching up to grab your breast, gently tugging on your hardened nipple, "only because you asked so sweetly."

He flattened his tongue along your folds before dragging it up and circling his lips around your clit, groaning into you when you let out a wanton moan. Your hands dove down, trying to grip his short cropped hair, tugging him closer with what you could grab, settling for just gripping his head.

He ate you like he'd done this a thousand times before. He knew exactly when to speed up, and when to slow to keep you teetering on the edge, the band that quickly grew in your stomach just ready to snap.

He pulled his tongue off of you, cooing at you when you whined at the loss, trying to pull him back. He pulled his hand from your breast, using his thumb to circle your clit, pushing on it every so slightly.

"Now," He started, his voice raspy as he sunk a finger into your cunt, "I need just one thing from you, before I give you what you want - what you need."

You looked down at him, swallowing the sudden nerves in your throat as you nodded.

He smirked, his eyes going red, "I need you to stay still, and keep your pretty eyes on me."

Your body froze and your eyes went wide. His suddenly red eyes sent a spark of fear through you, but your body wouldn't move out from under him, no matter how much you tried. It was just like before, where your body followed his exact commands.

"Good girl," He growled as he curled his finger, brushing at that spongy spot, "I'll only take a little, I promise." His mouth opened in a hungry pant and you watched as his canines lengthened themselves into points.

You wanted to run, to put as much distance between you and him as possible, but your body wouldn't move. He pulled at the skin of your thigh before gently sinking his fangs into you, the sharp pain only lasting a second before it went numb. You could feel him lapping at your skin, the blood flowing into his mouth.

He looked up at you for a split second before his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he moaned, the vibration running through your muscles. You shouldn't be turned on by this, you know you shouldn't, but the way he looked at you after, like you hung the sky itself, it was intoxicating.

He pulled away gently, licking up the bit that escaped his lips before turning his attention back to you. "You taste even better than you smell." He wiped at the corner of his mouth with his free hand, licking the blood off of it before climbing up your body, curling his fingers again.

"Now," He said, pulling his finger free from your pussy's grip on it, and pulling his cock free from his trousers, "Your turn."

He lined himself up with your entrance after coating himself in your slick, and pushed in slowly to the hilt, filling you in a way you never knew before. He groaned once he was seated all the way in and he reached to grab your legs, holding them as he slowly started to rock into you.

"I've been watching you since you got here," He stated, relishing in the tears that were starting in your eyes, "Your dumbass of a husband following you like a bored teenage boy. You deserve better. Then," He slammed his hips into yours, closing his eyes at the feeling of being so deep in you, "then I got a whiff of you, of your blood when you got that paper cut opening the welcoming card from your hotel. I knew I had to have you."

He dropped one of your legs, placing his hand over your stomach, pushing down on the bulge he was creating with every thrust, the band in your stomach starting to grow tight again. "It was easy, getting him to listen to me. I found him in the bathroom, told him to fuck the girl who was gonna join him, and sent her in there." He smiled deviously down at you, an eerie hint of obsession tinting his eyes.

"Then it was just a matter of waiting till you were far enough away from him that I could approach you," He leaned down till his nose was brushing against yours, "And fuck you're perfect. Make some noise for me, will you baby?"

A loud moan tore itself from your throat and you couldn't stop the series of curses that left your lips as he sped up his hips, slamming into you, hitting that spongy spot over and over and over, quickly bringing you over the edge. But he stopped before you could topple over, and he gripped your cheeks, making you look at him again.

"You'll forget about him," he ordered, "you belong to me, now."

You couldn't remember who he was talking about, or what had happened. All you knew was that you were his, and he was yours. And he was fucking you so good.

"That's it," He smiled when he noticed that familiar look in your eyes. His hand left your face, and his thumb circled your clit as he pounded into you again, tossing you quickly over the edge. Your orgasm washed over you in waves, your walls gripping him as he kept pumping in and out of you, quickly pushing you towards another one.

The second one took you just a fast, your blood roaring in your ears. The smell of your blood rushing through your veins pushed him to his climax and you watched his hips stutter before painting your walls with his spend.

"That's my girl," He panted. Once you caught your breath, he smiled down at you, "I have something for you."

You smiled, "For me?"

He reached for his pants without pulling out of you, and his hand dove into the pocket, pulling out a gorgeous ring. It had a silver band, with a ruby surrounded by small square cut diamonds.

"Bucky," You gasped, "That's gorgeous, but why?"

"My girl deserves pretty things, don't you think?" He slid it over your finger, smirking as it fit perfectly. "Look, it's like it was made for you."

You smiled bright up at him with a laugh. "It's perfect," you muttered before reaching up to pull him down to you, slotting your lips over his, "Thank you."

"Anything for my girl."

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wordsaresimple-imnot · 5 months

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Pen pal's - Bill Guarnere x F!Reader

Summary: Bill's childhood friend and neighbor writes him a letter after Henry is killed. They keep writing each other throughout the war, but following the events after Bastogne Bill sends a final letter that might end their future before it can really start.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, reader goes by childhood nickname, angst (mentions of war & healing from injuries), does have happy ending.

A/N: I have the biggest respect for the real life heroes of WWII (and all other wars, past & current), this work & all other works is based on the actor(s) and character(s) portrayed in the Band of Brothers series.

A/N pt 2: Full transparency, this one sorta got away from me but I let my creative muse take over and here we are. I was sitting on this idea for a minute and honestly, I love how it turned out. Hopefully y'all like it too! Comments, likes, and reblogs please!! Thank you!

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It was two weeks after Henry passed when a letter arrived for Bill. He didn't recognize the handwriting, but he knew the return address by heart. It was the house right next door to his childhood home. His suspicions of who it was from was confirmed once he started reading it.

Billy, I've spent the last week trying to figure out something comforting and eloquent to say but all I can come up with is; I'm so sorry about Henry. I can't imagine how you feel. I can't do much to make you feel better over there but I promise to help your mom and sisters with anything they need. You all have been a second family to me my whole life. I pray you stay safe and come home soon. Pip. P.S. I found this picture in one of my old journals and it made me smile. I hope it can do the same for you.

Bill flipped over the photograph that had been included and did, in fact, smile. It was three young kids laughing at the camera, completely covered in mud. He was pulled from the memory of that day when a hand grabbed the picture away from him.

"Henry, Billy, and me." Luz read the back of the picture out loud before flipping it around. "Who's the girl?"

"None of your business." Bill grabbed the picture back and stuffed it in his breast pocket, sending Luz a glare.

Not being fazed at all, Luz leaned over and skimmed at the letter Bill was still holding. "Billy? Who's Pip? Same girl from the picture?"

"Who made you the new Nixon around here? Fuck off, will ya."

"What's got Gonorrhea's in a twist?" Toye asked as he joined the two of them.

"Got some letter and picture from a girl." Luz wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"What, girl's not your type anymore?" Toye smirked at Bill.

"Both of you's, shut the fuck up. It's a neighbor I grew up with. She's like family."

"She cute?" Toye asked at the same time Luz said, "Is she single?"

"She's nothing to you two's or I'll break your jaws." With a final glare Bill folded up his letter and walked away. Toye and Luz smirked at each other, knowing this wouldn't be the last time they pissed him off about this mystery girl.

Pip dropped the remaining pieces of mail on the ground and rushed to her room, eager to read the letter addressed to her in messy handwriting. She knew she was smiling like an idiot as she read it, but she didn't care.

Pip, I appreciate you reaching out and taking care of ma and the girls for me. I couldn't ask for anyone better to watch over them. You're picture did make me smile, something I haven't done much of lately. I can still hear our ma's chewing us out over ruining your dress. Said Henry and I were keeping you from being a 'proper lady'. And if I remember correctly your response was you'd be one "when pigs fly". Thanks for reminding me of happy times. Don't be a stranger. Billy.

Two weeks later, another letter arrived.

Pip, I saw a field with some horses in it today and I thought of you. How you always wanted to live just outside the city with some land to have a horse and lots of dogs. I hope you get to have that one day. Maybe I'll come by and visit when you do. Billy

The next day as Pip made to leave the house to drop her response off at the post office, she ran into her mother.

"Where you off to in such a hurry?" The gleam in her eye and glance down at the letter in Pip's hand made it obvious she already knew the answer. Pip decide to play along since she was an only child and her mother needed to fuss over someone now and again.

"Just sending a letter back to Bill." She'd stopped calling him Billy out loud to people, but that's who he'd always be to her.

"Yes, I saw he'd send another letter. His poor mother doesn't even get back to back responses that quick. Lucky girl." She mused, smiling at the blush forming on Pip's cheeks.

"It's not like that, we're just old friends."

"Of course. Well, check with his mother and see if they have any mail to send out along with yours." Pip nodded, gave her mother a kiss on the cheek and practically sprinted out the houses before any more questions or observations could be made.

Bill couldn't figure out why he was so anxious after sending that second letter to Pip. She was just his neighbor, a life long family friend, like a sister... Well, not entirely like a sister. Henry always saw her like a sister, taking her under his wing and becoming the big brother she didn't have. His sisters saw her as an older sister, someone to play dress-up with and get boy advise from. But him...he'd never really seen her as that. She was family, absolutely. But not his sister.

When her response came, he wasn't sure if his anxiety got worse or better as he ripped it open.

Billy, I would have loved to have seen that field (although, maybe not during war time). I'm surprised you remember that, I think we were seven or eight when I came up with that idea. I never told you but I always imagined you'd live right next door to me and we'd see each other everyday, like we always did before this war. No matter where I end up, I'd still like you to visit. Pip

"Another letter from your 'family friend'?" Toye jumped down into the foxhole next to Bill.

"Why you sayin' it like that? She is a family friend. And what do you care who I get letters from?" Bill grumbled, folding his letter up and stuffing it inside his jacket.

"Luz said her name was, Pip. What's that about?" Toye asked, completely ignoring Bill's grumpy mood and response.

Bill gives a loud sigh, knowing that Toye isn't going to drop it and by extension neither will Luz until they've discovered everything to do with her.

"It's a nickname. Short for Pipsqueak. She was always this tiny little following me and Henry around back home."

"Sounds annoying." Toye says offhandedly, looking at his companion out the side of his eye. He see's a small smile form on Bill's face.

"At first, I guess. But honestly, it became so normal I never really thought about not including her in things." There's a long stretch of silence as they keep watch, then Bill speaks again. "She's family, but she's not my sister. Never has been. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, it does." Toye lights up a cigarette, passing one over to Bill. "Should tell her that someday." Bill doesn't respond, just lights up the cigarette and pulls a long drag from it.

The weeks and months that follow are filled with countless letters sent back and forth. There's no declarations of love or detailed accounts of the war, just two people sharing memories or tidbits about their days.

Pip would fill in the blanks about what was going on with his sister's love lives; who was a bum, who seemed nice, who looked weird. Once she gave him the play by play, as she could remember it, of a dinner at his house with the whole family, her, her mother, and a new beau his sister Marie was dating. His name was Paul, but said to call him Paulie. Pip and his two younger sisters, Bianca and Isabella, were on the verge of giggles all night because his voice sounded so much like a parrot and they wanted to ask him if he wanted a cracker. Then there was the shameful cooking lesson their mom's tried to have with Pip, that resulted in five burned pies.

Bill would tell her about the country side they'd go through and different animals he would encounter. He'd also tell her about the guys and stupid shenanigans they'd get up to. How getting shot in the ass started to become an Easy Company right of passage. When he meets Babe, he tells her about another Philly kid that grew up not far from them and how he's alright. He tells her about a game of darts he played with Babe as his partner, against a George Luz and Buck Compton, saying how they lost but he knows if she'd been his partner they would have won because they always make a great team.

They share memories from their childhood, some including Henry some with just the two of them. When she comes across them, Pip sends old pictures of them for him to have. One he becomes especially fond of is them at 16; they're at the local fair, he's holding a huge teddy bear he's just won above his head with one arm, the other is thrown over Pip's shoulder and she's got her arms wrapped around Isabella's shoulders as the younger girl is standing in front of her. They're all smiling, but only Bill and Isabella are looking at the camera. Pip is looking straight at Bill.

He got a lot of ribbing and questions from the guys when that picture came, but he just told them all to 'fuck off'. By this point it was common knowledge that Bill did, but didn't, have a girl back home. The guys loved to annoy him but truly they were happy he had someone, not all of them did.

Slowly, almost naturally, the letter's started becoming more intimate. Not sexually but emotionally. Greetings went from Dear, to Dearest, then Darling, eventually landing on "My Billy/Pip". Signatures would mix some type of variation of "Love, your Billy/Pip" and "Always yours, Billy/Pip". There still hadn't been any type of declaration of feelings, but they'd often write each other about the future and things they wanted to do or see together. They were always together no matter the plan or idea that popped in their heads about life after this war.

Then one day, in a forest in the dead of winter, everything changed.

It had been months since Bill and Toye were shipped back to the hospital for their surgeries and rehabilitation before getting to go home. Months since he'd last responded to one of Pip's letters. He knew, she knew what had happened as he'd written his ma letting her know he was okay after a telegram went out about his injury from the army. He couldn't stand the idea of her being worried sick about him, not after what happened with Henry.

Pip never mentioned the accident, just kept her letters light and full of the day to day happenings. But they always ended the same way, "P.S. Take your time, I'm here when you are ready and I'll always be yours." Each new letter was like a dagger in his heart. He loved her, so much so that he was planning to ask her to marry him when he thought he'd be going home a whole man. But now, how could he ask her to be with him when he wasn't all she deserved?

One day, he grabbed some paper and a pen and started his own version of a Dear John letter.

Pip was both relieved and terrified when she got a letter from Bill. He hadn't responded since being sent to the hospital to have his injury tended to. When his mother had gotten the telegram, all the army had said was that he was injured and being sent out immediately to their primary hospital. After what happened to Henry, she was in a terrible state so Pip pitched in as much as she could while wanting to breakdown herself. Soon enough a letter from Bill himself came and explained the situation as best he could and what was going on, but ultimately letting his mom and sisters know he was already. They'd all cried together when they read that. She waited weeks but no letter arrived for her. As time went on, she accepted that he needed time to heal and figure things out, so she kept sending him updates on his family and things in town, praying that one of them would trigger some type of response. Now she held one in her hands and she didn't know what it would contain.

Sitting in her room, she opened the letter and with each word felt her heart breaking.

My Pip, I am sorry I have not written. Truthfully, I have not known what to say. I know you must have gotten updates from my ma on my condition and I suppose that was the cowards way of letting you know and again, I am sorry. I didn't think this was how I would be telling you this but, I love you. I'm so damn, madly in love with you it's all I can think about lying here. But I can't keep this going any longer. You deserve someone not scarred, literally and emotionally, from this war and the horrors that have leaked inside me. I want you to have everything you've ever dreamed about. I just can't be the one to give it to you. I will love you till my last breathe. Love you always, Billy

With her letter crumpled in her hands, Pip curled up into her bed and cried until there was nothing left to come out.

Bill knew he should feel lucky. Hell, he was the luckiest damn bastard he knew of right now. He was finally home after being away for years, seeing the worst of human nature, eating a home cooked meal surrounded by his mother and sisters that he'd missed terribly. But there was still a large aching hole in his heart the shape of the girl next door. He'd been home for a month and they'd yet to run into each other. He wasn't sure if he could handle seeing her after the letter he'd sent, but that didn't stop him from praying for just one glance.

His sisters had seen her a few times since he'd been home, but every time he asked how she was they just shot him a glare and changed the subject. They obviously knew enough to have picked her side and he couldn't blame them.

"You're awfully quiet tonight, William." His mother's voice brought him back to the present. "Everything okay?" He suddenly felt like a child again under her critical gaze.

"Yeah, I'm good ma." He slapped on a quick smile, which dropped quickly at hearing Bianca and Isabella snort and cough at the end of the table. "What's up with you two?"

"They're tired of you lying. We all are." Marie sent him a cold look.

"I'm not lying about anything." He clenched his jaw to keep his temper in check. These were his sisters, not the boys, he couldn't react like he wanted.

"Yes, you are. Pip is too. You're both miserable. We see it everyday. Just admit you made a mistake and apologize." Marie turned fully to face him and gave him a look that challenged him to deny any of it.

Before he could say anything, his mother cut in. "Girls, go to your rooms. I wanna speak with William. Go on." She gave them her no nonsense look when they didn't move fast enough. With a few grumbles they all left the room and the silence that over took Bill and her was tense.

"Ma, I don't want to talk about it." Bill sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"You don't have to speak, just listen, yeah? You're my child and when you have a child you pray that they find happiness and have all of their dreams come true. It sounds foolish, but that's the truth. Throughout the years, I've always believed that your happiness lie with Pip and when you started writing each other I knew I was right. Every time she would relay some story you wrote her or say "Bill said this, Bill said that" it was like looking in a mirror to when I first fell for your father. Once you've had a great love, you recognize it in other people. Now, looking at both of you all I can see is myself after your father passed. A sorrow that settles in the bones and your soul and never quite goes away. I know you had the best intentions in mind when you did, what you did, but if it's slowly killing you both inside was it really for the best?"

Bill couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes, too afraid he'd completely break down, so he stared at his plate and fiddled with the table clothe. Eventually his mom got up, gave him a kiss on the cheek and left him alone with his thoughts.

Two days later, Pip stood at the back door of the Guarnere house. She'd promised Bianca she'd help her pick a dress for her upcoming dance and after much back and forth, and almost tears, had agreed to come to their house only because Bianca swore Bill would be gone. As she entered the kitchen, she called out to Bianca but didn't receive an answer. She walked further into the house, heading towards the living room still calling out.

"Bianca? Anybody? Hello? I swear if she stood me up, I'm gonna kill her." Just as she finished her though out loud, she stopped dead in her tracks. In the middle of the room stood Bill on his crutches, holding her favorite flowers in one hand. Every time she opened her mouth to say something, she couldn't think of anything and closed it again. Eventually, Bill broke the silence.

"Don't be mad at Bianca, I bribed her to get you over here. I understand if you don't want to hear anything I have to say and walk out, but if you give me a few minutes I swear you'll never have to see me again if that's your wish." Hesitantly, Pip walked into the living room and followed Bill's lead by sitting on the sofa. Slowly she took the flowers from him and laid them in her lap, meeting his eyes.

"I've been practicing what to say all day, but can't seem to remember a damn thing now." He gave a humorless chuckled, clenching and unclenching his hands to steady himself. "What I did, all of it, is unforgivable. I...All I could think about in that hospital was all the things I wouldn't be able to do with you. All the things I might not be able to give you. I believed I was doing what was right, by pushing you away so you could find someone else. But underneath all of that I was scared too. Scared you'd see me now and think less of me. Would always look at me with pity in your eyes and I'd never be that great man you deserve. Now, I'm scared I've lost the only person that matters. Every day since I sent that letter, and especially since being home, it's felt like a wound is festering inside me and I can't fix it. I know I've hurt you, and I'll never forgive myself for that, but if you can just give me a chance to make it right I'll spend forever making it up to you."

Bill would've given her his beating heart if she asked for it. The longer the silence stretched, the more he was sure she would say goodbye. He held his breathe as one of her hands, shakily raised and cupped his cheek. She had tears in her eyes.

"How could I possibly look at you and think less? You've been everything I ever wanted since we were kids. And now everyone knows what I always knew, that you're a hero and a great man. We've had each other backs for forever, I don't think we should stop now. I don't care if we can't do certain things the way we talked about, we will find new ways to do them. All I want, all I've ever wanted, is you by my side. I'll accept your apology under on condition."

"Anything." His answer was immediate.

"Kiss me." The words were barely out when he pulled her closer to him and pressed his lips to her, firmly and with all the passion he had inside him.

Bonus scene: 6 months later

Everyone seemed to be having a good time; drinks were flowing, people were dancing, and in the corner taking a break from mingling, the bride and groom were sipping champagne and sneaking kisses.

"When can we leave?" Bill mutters, nipping her bottom lip quickly.

"I spent all day getting ready, I'm wearing this dress as long as possible." She half joked, taking a sip from her flute.

"I never said you had to take it off." Bill whispers in her ear, smirking at the blush on her cheeks.

"Control yourself and I'll let you take it off, however you want." She shoots him a wink and then grabs her purse, pulling a small box out of it. "Here, I have a gift for you."

Bill raises an eyebrow, taking the box from her. "What is it?"

"Just open it." She smiles at him.

Bill pulls the top off and pulls out a little figurine, laughing instantly. It's a small pig with wings attached. When pigs fly. He looks back and her and cups her cheek.

"I love you, Mrs. Guarnere."

"I love you, Mr. Guarnere."

#bill guarnere #bill guarnere x reader #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #hbo war #hbo band of brothers #band of brothers x reader

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sucantslay · 6 months

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Aoba Tsumugi analysis ( from the 3D animation )

Most sources will be taken from the Reminiscences Selection ELEMENT ( animation? Anime? Idk, I'm not good at this )

As I promised, we'll be talking about Aoba today~

So, there is A LOT TO TALK ABOUT after episode 5. Like, when Aoba was asking: "This contract says that along with Nagisa and Hiyori, I will also quit fine after today's Live. It is a mistake?" And what happened after that! LIKE, the whole thing, the- the- I don't know how to make you understand, but that point just HIT. Every other episode, make this moment come to life. What Tsumugi wants, what he wishes for, it breaks, I can hear as the crack start to take form.

Alright, that is my thought on the last episode, but let's get into the real part, shall we?

I want you to know that this is MY PERSONAL way of viewing Tsumugi, so if you don't enjoy it, feel free to think differently.

Also...this is a deep dive, it gonna get dark and some suicidal thoughts will be mention, so consider it before going into this.

Firstly: Tsumugi IS in a state of depression and it is not the "He looks just like a happy guy so everyone thought he was just fine."

Is a really heavy case, hard to depict but once you take a real close look at it, you'll find that this is nothing but deep and doom.

Like, is not a thing that can be stopped just by some cheer and joy, this is something already deep within him, and this "depression" is not even recognized as a (mental form of) sickness anymore. The owner of the body takes it in and lets the daunting bloom, so much so that it has become a forest in his heart, a forest that grows so strong and can't be easily cut down.

The ways he talks, the ways he treats himself just said it all. Like, the heart had already consumed it and made it a part of him.

And no, it isn't because of the last episode, it was there from the very beginning, and never did it fade away.

Tsumugi doesn't like himself, but it is not the hateful ways, is a way of absolute denial. Treats himself like a stranger, living not for him but for someone else purpose.

And that the way he keeps himself from dying. Away from all that suicide.

When Eichi gave him a purpose, he took it. He sacrificed everything because he had nothing to lose.

He wasn't even there for himself. He just...a soulless body. Because Tsumugi thinks he was nothing but, a body, a hollow living being that needs to be useful to this world.

If not, was it even matter to keep living?

Tsumugi was blindly following Eichi, but that doesn't make him a puppet. It also serves Tsumugi's purpose in one way or not.

Because Tsumugi is desperate for something, that if he keep living and breathing like this, he need a purpose. Better or worse, Tsumugi was not yet to end himself all thanks to that contract of Eichi.

It tide Tsumugi to something, pulling him away from the thought of death. And he was, for a moment, feeling the happiness of having friends again.

That why he looks so blindly when following Eichi. He doesn't look for the reason, he doesn't care to think about the matter of why Eichi would befriend him.

All his cares is this body starved of joy and purpose to live on had finally been filled up.

Secondly: all the above also explains why he was so happy all the time.

It actually really messes up...but, I really, really want to talk about it so-

The reason for his ways of happiness isn't because Eichi gave him a reason to live. That was one thing, but other? Well...

That because he just accepts it. He accepts this dark and hateful side of himself and just goes: "Oh well, I guess I just wasn't that matter after all."

As I already told you about, Tsumugi accepted it, he didn't show any sign of fighting back in any of the episodes at all. This means that it already happened before the episode 1 event.

Tsumugi just...accept that he's the pain in everyone a*s, even for himself.

My art teacher once told me that: "If the owner, who made this art doesn't even love it, how do you expect everyone to?"

It relates to Tsumugi so much. That if, he didn't even love himself, who will...

He can't no longer be saved, that why he smiles, that why he always look so cheerful. Because sad or not, who would care?

If not even matter to him, then everything else just seen like a lost cost.

If everything falls, it simply is. Life will keep on moving, with or without him.

So, that is it. That why he was so cheerful all the time.

Even if he got hurt, got a cut, fell down from somewhere, and broke his bone, he'll keep on smiling. Because...tomorrow will come...it doesn't matter if he dead or alive. Things will keep happening, so why be sad?

Thirdly: You can get mad at Tsumugi for all you want at the library when Natsume and Tsumugi was having a fight ( Episode 4 )

Tsumugi wasn't evil. Yes, he is, to Natsume. But not to himself nor to me...

The ways he depicts it just...tell:

This fight is like a fish and a bird having fight, because the two are aiming for something different. This was not the same, so both did not understand each other word. Tsumugi happily let it pass, but Natsume don't.

While Natsume care for the 5 Eccentric. Tsumugi was doing his duties. His new purpose was to make the school a better place.

It was Eichi's fault, but it was also Tsumugi who decided to follow him on his own wishes for a purpose. It was never a one side thing.

That why, in this moment when he said:

He was never...being...mean. Nor was it the effect of Eichi's manipulation to make him become this evil. He just really buy into that plan of Eichi and follows it nicely.

He was never a kind being in the first place, his hands were filled with blood after the war, and he understand the action he had made.

He's his own living, who had a reason for following Eichi. I hope you did not take my word for fun and understand how well-written Tsumugi is. Alright?

Lastly: The "This contract says that along with Nagisa and Hiyori, I will also quit fine after today's Live. It is a mistake?" really broke me from the inside...

Because being together with Eichi was very happy for Tsumugi, and he wish this could continue forever...yet Eichi had other plans.

Decided to send Tsumugi away from his after the war ended.

To Eichi, Tsumugi was just like Nagisa and Hiyori. Got tied in by the contract, and after fine had done its work, Eichi wanted to set everyone free.

But to Tsumugi, it...not. He wasn't being held as this suffering hosted at all, he wished he could stay, as fine, as Eichi's friend and continue to fight aside him.

That's why it hurt. It hurt me so badly that both of them wanted the best for the other but couldn't understand what that person was in need of.

Bringing not just Eichi but also Tsumugi to suffer in silence. All on their own. Eichi wants to push Tsumugi away because he thinks that good for him, not to be stuck with this sick person who is a moment from going back to the hospital. Tsumugi wants to stay, because of all that time, they're now friend, this connection that can't be destroyed by the end of a contract, but to Eichi, it can.

To Eichi, the: "Who would want to befriend me if they don't want something from me."

And Tsumugi the: "I want to be useful to everyone."

It...a pain to see that moment, when it breaks.

It was a good friendship, but they couldn't understand it at that time. And when it already ends, Eichi regrets it.

Tsumugi, who is hurt, still stays with him. Eichi just ended it on his own. All along.

AllllllRUFHTTTTTT. That it for today! Thank you for reading this ~

I hope all TsumugiP have a happy night! ( It 22:00 here- help- I got a deadline to run for- But since I promise y'all so...)

Good night~ Good morning ~ Good day!

#ensemble stars #tsumugi aoba analysis #aoba tsumugi #tsumugi aoba #tenshouin eichi #fine ensemble stars #eichi tenshouin #It hurt like hell #my mental state is shit #it about to break

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daphnebowen · 4 months

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@rinacentral event one: favorites!!

this will basically be a mess of things I've found on Pinterest including comparisons, tweets, drawings, etc so bear with me! (bear? bare? idk anymore English is hard)

image 1: I just think it's funny that rina and rini are compared so much when in my humble opinion rina was MADE for each other. everything in the first three seasons was set up. rini walked so rina could fly.

image 2: imo, the rini and rina comparisons are 🙅🏼‍♀️ not valid because two completely different people, completely different times, completely different relationships yet there are similarities but who lasted longer? who's more intentional and more pure and more everything? rina. thank you.

image 3: tangled is one of my absolute favorite Disney movies ever and flynn rider is my dream guy and comparing them to rina just makes my heart happy. both of their love is so pure and so wholesome it just 😍😍

image 4: this image is 😘 because the way Ricky looks at Gina doesn't change. no matter what she's wearing, what circumstances they're in, his love is so big for her nothing can hide it. fake dating, not dating at all, madly in love, doesn't matter; he's so puppy eyed and over the moon for his girl. and I just love that for him.

image 5: okay I love this one because a) rina chemistry is ON POINT like the soulful stares I'm sorry but b) ASHLYN. she is Gina's sister. her best friend, dare I say it? ash has probably heard so much pining and complaining from Gina about Ricky being dumb, being ignorant, not realizing his feelings or how he was ignoring and hurting her at the time. Ashlyn is Gina's number one confidant, in my mind. and so to have her recognize their look and know, immediately, what is going on is so special to me. so shout out to Ashlyn too!! 💕

image 6: forever. FOREVER. FOR FREAKING EVER. I'm sorry, thirty seconds into meeting each other and one walks away with a lasting impression of unremarkable dam that girl was cool and the other walks away with a gut instinct of maybe this is where I find where I belong. and the way they pulled each other closer UNINTENTIONALLY pulls my heartstrings 💗 and also, the way Gina entered the theater program looking for a home. for a family. and got so much more than she bargained for, and while she did find her friends in Ashlyn and Kourtney and Carlos she also found her home (a sacred kind of home 😌) in Ricky. and while Ricky walked into theater for ulterior motives he ended up finding that home and that family too. and to get all that and more from a minute and a half conversation with someone you've never met before is pure romance to me. watch out Romeo and Juliet 😜

image 7: I loved how Ricky and Gina got closer over season three. because while they started out awkward and near strangers because of ej and everything Ricky had/hadn't done over the course of the last semester you could tell. both of them wanted it back, badly. and they fought for it because you can't deny the incredible chemistry and the incredibly feelings and friendship they have for each other. season 3 was so special in the way you can see them grow closer all the while dealing with their own drama. because even in the darkness of each others problems Ricky and Gina have always managed to find their way back to each other - their light. 💡

image 8: for the longest time I didn't understand the point of "say yes to something that scares you." and really, it was Gina all along! Ricky was absolutely terrified of what his feelings for Gina truly meant (doesn't he say this at some point) and also terrified of losing her if she didn't feel the same. he knew it was going to be hard and he knew he was going to have to fight for it and he knew it was going to be the biggest change, the biggest curveball, life was possibly going to throw at him. but he said YES. he said yes to all that, to taking risks, to exploring something unknown and unexplored before, and that is so so special because while Gina didn't scare Ricky, the idea of her - of rina - did. of what they could be. of what they could become. and after their journey of the ups and downs and lefts and rights and all that life had to throw their way, he said yes. Gina said yes. and I love the way they conquered everything in season four together.

anyways, this was really long and the images really don't mean anything, they just give me an excuse to ramble, so thanks for reading! made event one just in time 🤪 RINA FOREVER! ♾️ ❤️🤍

#rina #hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #ricky bowen #gina porter #ricky and gina #ricky x gina #rinacentral

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You can't just drop that on me and not tell me more, I'm so interested in Castoria's adventure is CoC now

GOD I AM LEGITIMATELY SO STUPIDLY INVESTED IN THIS GIRL NOW. Imagine. Fucking imagine. You just had your big climatic battle in Britain. You died saving the life of a dear friend. And now you just... wake up in a field. It's raining. It's not Britain anymore but the weather still sucks. You are alone. Fucking hell. This sucks. You manage to crawl your way to the local inn. You dry yourself there, wondering what the fuck you're going to do now. And then this one catgirl comes in, wounded, begging for someone, anyone, to help her sister. No one fucking moves. Of course. No one would be willing to help a stranger. No one. And like, what are you gonna do? Leave her alone? You're the only one willing to do this shit. It's always been down to you to get shit done. Whatever. Fuck that. You go with her. You fight people. You fail at saving her sister, because you have never managed to save a single person in your life. Of fucking course. Of fucking course. You have a weird dream. You wake up a week later. The catgirl is still here. You couldn't help her, but she's thanking you. For trying. You can count on your hands how many times you've been genuinely thanked. Shit's fucked. This world is corrupted to the marrow. You are so, so very tired. But, if nothing else- you are no child of prophecy here. No one recognize you, be it as an ally or an enemy. You are legitimately Just Some Girl, who just helped Just Some Girl. Maybe. Maybe it will be better this time.

#anonymous #ask

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i've followed you for years but i can't anymore, it's so frustrating seeing constant posts about how 'anyone telling you not to vote is a psyop'. i personally don't believe in voting, i'm aware it's a controversial position, but i'm a real person. it sucks watching someone whose writing i like engage in this insistence that no *real* human being could have these opinions. to be 100% clear, nothing in this message is about whether you choose to vote. it's about the choice to pretend other people's ideas are simply fake.

I'm sorry. Making you feel bad was never my intent, and I do cherish my readers.

I recognize not everyone wants to hear about politics on tumblr, so I use consistent tags for those posts: 'voting' and 'us politics' should hide them all. Please block those tags if it would make you more comfortable.

In light of your message, I went back and reviewed my last psyop post: it describes how psyops operate; it does not assert that everyone who advocates against voting is a psyop. I assume your followers know you well enough to know you're a real person with real opinions, and that they can distinguish between you and a psyop. I hope they do. That said, the sad reality of tumblr is that strangers who advocate against voting must be regarded with suspicion, and I will continue to advise that.

For me, the last line of that post -- "anyone who tells you not to vote is not on your side" -- is not a statement that everyone who advocates against voting is a psyop, although I can see how you read it that way. Instead, I intended it as a bald statement that people who advocate against voting... don't feel like they're on my side.

I'm not going to get into the history of why I feel that way, beyond saying that I and my family have been the focus of many ballot measures over the years. My pain, grief, and confusion over self-named allies who chose not to vote on those measures is profound, and especially so when those ballot measures succeeded in taking my rights away. I really do have a difficult time believing that people who advocate against voting are on my side, hence my reblogging a post that said so.

But that's a different discussion, and you're obviously not here for the politics. Thank you for reading my stories over the years! Please block my 'voting' tag if it disturbs you -- or if you prefer to unfollow altogether, then do that, with my blessing -- and in the meanwhile, I wish you all happiness.

#voting #us politics #I would have answered this privately #but you're on anon and there's no option for that #if you want to come off anon and into my DMs to talk #you're welcome to do that

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certifiedwhore4slashers · 1 year

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Can I get, if your request are open, The Party x male reader

But the group are all ghostface?? So I think Max and Lucas would be the callers, Will, Mike, and Eleven would be the main killers, and Dustin would be the the one to tournament the victims.

And they all see reader as someone who needs to be sheltered and protected even though he’s perfectly able to handle himself?? — sorry if it’s too specific or anything. Thanks!

YES! i love this! and no problem. thank you for requesting:)

Sheltered

pairing: ghostface!stranger things kids x male!reader

summary: your friends, or so called lovers, think you need to be sheltered when you can handle yourself just fine.

warnings: yandere(?), murder, gore, blood, knife violence, the party is delusional lol, possessiveness, toxicity, etc…

There had been a total of four murders so far. And who was the prime suspect? Eddie Munson. You didn’t know why. Because you had met him before and not at all the kind of guy who would kill.

Your friends had been off lately. They were even more protective than ever. Yes, they were all naturally protective. But more specifically your friends your age.

You had a platonic relationship with the older members as it should be, nothing more than that. But they were protective. Though your friends that were your age were a bit more protective. No, extremely protective. It was always off to you.

“No, Y/N, This isn’t safe, you shouldn’t come with, Mike said. He was lying to you about where they were going. Truth was, the killings were happening because of them.

“Oh my god, wherever you’re going is probably not safe for you either then, You groaned.”I can handle myself, Mike. Just, let me come with.”

“Mike is right, Will pipes in."Your can't come.“ Most of your friends leave, leaving you dumbfounded, but more so annoyed.

You honestly didn’t give a fuck. You’d find out where they went. And you’d join them. In whatever, unless of course it was murder or something like that.

That would be an ironic statement later.

You snuck out that night. Your Mother and Fatjer were tired so they didn’t hear you go through your window and jump down. You hear their voices and decide you could follow them. Somehow, and subtly.

You get on your bike quickly, hoping you’d be fast enough and not too late. That’s when you saw it. “Y/N is ours! Ghostface said, voice covered by a voice changer. They were stabbing the victim a few times, and harshly as far as you could see.

Though, you could recognize it from a mile away. Mike. You wanted to move or at the very least, run. But you were frozen with shock. The victim was someone who flirted with you. A girl, actually.

They were willing to do that for you? You accidentally stepped on a branch, making them turn in your direction.

There were only two of them, strangely enough. Eleven groans, taking the mask off.”Curiosity got the best of you, didn’t it?”

You slowly nod, their costumes drenched in blood. The girl was Angela. You knew her, Eleven did, as well. Making you think she was primarily the one killing Angela.

“We needed to protect you! Mike said.”Come on out.” The others come out. It indicated that they were the one making phone calls. You were naturally phased. You weren’t crazy like they were.

Only, you laughed.”I told her off so many times. She didn’t deserve to die, you know. Well, actually… she wasn’t nice. But I can Handle myself, I’ve said this a million times haven’t I?”

“But is it the truth? Lucas asks. The party came closer to you, you didn’t really know what to say. Despite the fact you could hold your own ground, a bit of protection didn’t hurt. Though, this was a bit too far.

Up until now, you weren’t aware of what they were secretly doing the past few days. “You’re not going to witness this anymore, Eleven said.”In fact… you need more.”

You blinked before realizing Eleven, using her powers, had knocked you out. And when you woke up, she was right. You were even more sheltered than ever now.

#ghostface!stranger things #au #male!reader #stranger things x male reader #lgbtq

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Hi hello sorry it’s not Wednesday anymore BUT. I remember you saying at one point that you were listening to your Giyuu playlist? (am I remembering right?) and I’m. so unbelievably normal and was wondering what your top 5 songs you associate with Giyuu are. Or top 10. Or top one million. Ok thank you sorry goodbye again_(:3 」∠)_

Hi Rose👋!! welcome back to my dropbox lmao

okok so so I don't remember saying that but it's totally possible that I did. I think about blorbo a lot so I think I mentioned it

These won't be very descriptive because many of the songs are just related to emotions or specific scenarios so you'll have my 4am ramblings. lil warning, I'm a swiftie, but I have a variety of other different music tastes too. here's my top 20ish because I'm obsessed with my blorbo Giyuu Tomioka the Queen

Telephones by Vacations - "my thoughts are crawling, you're all I see" "wherever I go, you'll always be next to me" has massive brain rot energy :) he only sees his love(s) everywhere

Verbatim by Mother Mother - I kinda perceive Giyuu as someone that doesn't conform to gender norms (totally not projecting) but he would totally be unapologetic for his expression. maybe a lil oblivious but not sorry

First Love/Late Spring by Mitski - the lyrics speak for themselves of anxiety that he can't love anyone else because he's too scared to lose them. "please, hurry, leave me, I can't breathe. please don't say you love me."

Long Live (TV) by Taylor Swift - this song is specifically for my fantasy prince/knight au I made and fully fleshed out with Minecraft building and shit. the idea of happy fluffy marriage makes me giggle

Gilded Lily by Cults - self explanatory. sad song. "haven't I given enough?" "always the fool with the slowest heart" (help please he has the slowest heart because his way of communicating isn't verbal and only a very select few understand-)

Daylight by Taylor Swift - "I once believed love would be burning red, but it's golden, like daylight" kyogiyuu energy, first impression of Kyojuro's "burning red" but it turns out he's a soft "golden"

Screaming by CHVRCHES - beautiful song. it talks about the past and how time has been stolen. not knowing what side of the coin you're on and if it's wrong or not. good vibes song to look out the window to

New Year's Day by Taylor Swift - SUCH A GOOD MESSAGE SONG! it's all about the tranquility that comes with love and life, how the couple would be there for not just the fun moments but the calm or hard or maybe boring moments. also "please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere"

Money by The Drums - Giyuu would totally want to give back to the world he believes he's stolen from (he's still alive, which is something that he stole from others-) but he has nothing else to give other than hard training and killing demons, saving people when he can

Open Your Eyes by Snow Patrol - this one I can't really explain. the build up and release just kinda speaks for itself. it's cathartic and makes you want to jump up and down and rip an air guitar

Don't Let Go by The Ghost Club - "I'm falling off the edge but you never ever let go" another relationship one! who woulda guessed? again, love that lasts because love is not all sunshine. it rains and pours and you have to get an umbrella. very fun to listen to!

The Mute by Radical Face - this was shown to me by a beautiful moot when my one ficlet reminded them of it. it makes sense! "if you only listen with your ears, you can't get in [my head]" (your fic today reminded me of this song too and i listened to it again after reading tehe)

Nightmares by CHVRCHES - "Another poem designed for revenge. Now I'm living a nightmare again, and it won't end.

Black Out Days by Phantogram - gives me remembering Sabito vibes. So painfully thinking of him but trying to forget him and keep that part of his mind away from now but it doesn't want to stay away. He isolates himself from his memories that he "[doesn't] even recognize [Sabito's] face"

I miss you, I'm sorry by Gracie Adams - it's less of the lyrics and more the vibes. i just kinda really like this song. "I still love you, I promise" to Sabito---

Become the Warm Jets by Current Joys - listen listen ok hear me out: slow song, sad voice, sad song, Giyuu-themed? totally feel canon with "All my life is just something I can't ignore."

A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant to Be by Jess Benko - wow. sad angst sad song about regret because wow. just angst.

Young by Vacations - dissociation central. not knowing how things are moving and wanting things to be right and okay. that childhood innocence of want everything (read: Sabito) to be his

i love you by Billie Eilish - Giyuu being in denial of everything. How could Kyojuro say that he loves him? How could he open up so easily to Kyo? "the smile that you gave me even when you felt like dying" FFUCCK

Dress by Taylor Swift - this is that song when the pairing finally gets together after a 20K slow burn. smiles. "Carve your name into my bedpost 'cause I don't want you like a best friend."

A Love Song by Ladyhawke - happy upbeat love song. Imagine running through a crowd, holding hands, laughing and giggling as Kyo pulls Giyuu along to show him something he's excited about

I didn't mean for this to be this long (this was originally 10) but now you have 2/3 of my Giyuu playlist! I accidentally deleted my Giyuu playlist like four months ago so I'm building from the ground up unfortunately😭

I hope this satisfies your curiosity! Enjoy listening if you do!

#can you notice the point where i start mindlessly rambling? can you tell?#im so tired i have class in the morning but my mind said “we're talking about Giyuu☺️☺️!”#so have 21 songs #giyuu tomioka #my Giyuu playlist is like 30ish songs but my master is over 500 #number 17 totally totally isnt the name of a fic choice on the poll i made #this was fun #i have another ask that i meed to answer and it contains a special surprise aka writing content for something i never expected to escale #saucy speaks #time for bed #maybe ill share my spotify one day #they have funny names #rose thank you for letting me talk about blorbo i appreciate seeing you in my asks #you get 4 cookies #what am i doing #i have class in the morning💀#playlist #spotify #saucy samples

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eurydice-wiltingrose · 11 months

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Platonic Soulmates (Taylor's Version)

Songs I associate with the man who taught me so much about myself and the life I want.

Though you don't like Taylor, I dedicate this to you. Thank you.

Treacherous

"This hope is treacherous. This daydream is dangerous. This hope is treacherous, I, I, I..."

New Year's Day

"Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere"

Gold Rush

"I can't dare to dream about you anymore.. At dinner parties, I won't call you out on your contrarian shit"

Labyrinth

"Break up, break free, break through, break down. You would break your back to make me break a smile"

Holy Ground

"Tonight, I'm gonna dance for all that we've been through, but I don't wanna dance if I'm not dancing with you"

State of Grace

"And I never (never) Saw you coming, and I'll never (never) be the same... this is a state of grace"

You're On Your Own, Kid

"I didn't choose this town, I dream of getting out. There's just one who could make me stay all my days"

You're losing me

"...And you know what they all say "You don't know what you got until it's gone"

Say Don't Go

"I would stay forever if you say, "Don't go". But you won't. But you won't. But you won't"

Suburban Legends

"I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it"

Now That We Don't Talk

"I call my mom, she said that it was for the best. Remind myself, the morе I gave, you'd want me less. I cannot bе your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost and what it cost, now that we don't talk"

From strangers to friends, and nothing more, thank you. I won't dwell on the past anymore, and instead make these final months together with you good ones.

I'm happy (finally Lol)

#im in my 1989 era btw #teacher crush community #teacher crush #tc community #male tc #tc crush #tc feelings

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xxcatzladyxx · 1 year

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? x Reader | Past love | Modern AU

Hello everyone! ❤️

Here is an new oneshot. It's a little sadder. I didn't know who to assign the oneshot to at first. But I found a scapegoat. You can definitely read out who it's supposed to be about.

Have a good read!

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It is evening. The sun bathes the sky in a warm orange. You spontaneously decide to go for a walk to clear your head. Lately, nothing seems to be going right for you. At work, your boss is all over you. He is never satisfied with you, and you feel like you are working for your colleagues. Privately, things aren't much better for you either. Every date you have ends in chaos. You only meet idiots. Your motivation has packed its seven things and left you in the lurch. Your apartment looks like a pigsty. Your laundry basket is overflowing with clothes, your sink is piled high with dishes and your apartment has been taken over by spiders. You don't even recognize yourself anymore. When you look in the mirror, you are looking into the eyes of a complete stranger. Pale, sallow skin, bags under your eyes and tired eyes greet you every day.

You are already walking a few laps in the park when suddenly a little girl comes towards you. She has long black hair and dark blue eyes. She reminds you strongly of someone you have banished from your memory for quite some time. The girl runs straight into your arms. She looks up at you with heavily wept eyes. She cries her heart out. She wipes her eyes with her hands. It is no use. Like a river, tears run down her cheeks, which are already softened by all the salty water. You crouch down in front of her and gently stroke her hair.

"What's the matter, little one? What are you doing here at this hour? And why are you crying?" you ask the girl in a calm, gentle tone, so as not to scare her. She sobs loudly.

"I..I lost my father and I can't find him," she says through her tears. You take her gently in your arms and gently stroke her head. Her tears stop with each passing second. She gradually calms down and you offer your help in finding her. Hesitantly, she reaches for your hand.

After half an eternity, you find her father. Your breath catches in your throat. You know him. You have actually banished him from your life. However, your fate has other plans. God does not mean well with you and has apparently found fun in tormenting you. The young man before your eyes was your first great love. But that is not it yet.

"[y/n]!" he shouts. You stand rooted to the spot. Why is he calling your name?

"Daddy!" the girl next to you calls back. You understand instantly. She has the same name as you. So he gave her your name. Your heart tightens painfully.

"You have a very nice name!" you say to the little girl. You let go of her hand, turn and leave. She reaches out her hand to you. A soft 'wait' escapes her lips. You don't hear it anymore. Your father reaches her and pulls her into a warm embrace.

"There you are. I was so worried about you," he says, hugging his daughter closer.

"Daddy, where did the woman go? I still want to thank her. She helped me look for you," the girl asks as she looks to her father with her big blue eyes.

"What woman?" he asks, confused. He looks around the area to see if he can see one. But to no avail. You're already out of sight. The girl describes you perfectly and raves about how nice you were to help her without hesitation.

With your description, almost everything falls out of the young man's face. Had he really missed the chance to see you again? Did you even want to see him again? After everything that had happened between you two? He knows he's not an easy character. You felt you were the only one who took him as he is. And what did he do? He disregarded your feelings. For a woman who had raised him over and over again. The woman with whom he had fathered a daughter who now bears your name. Maybe giving her that name hadn't been such a smart idea after all. He was going to regret it even more bitterly than he already did. The daughter's mother was not at all pleased with the choice of name. She had left him as a result and now lives as a single father.

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I hope you like it! Any requests? Write me. Please also with a scenario. I don't bite.

Read you next time!

Your Wolfi 🐺

#demon slayer #reader #x reader #`?xreader #a little sad #past love

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squill79 · 2 years

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An Arm for an Arm

New Adventure Time story! I find the Finn and Marceline dynamic to be super underrated and I hate just how little focus they get after season 3, so I wanted to write a story about them specifically. I thought it would be fun to write a story about their shared daddy issues. It was hard to figure this one out without breaking the continuity, but I think it turned out well, enjoy!

Finn and Marceline were hanging out at the Candy Tavern. It was one day after Finn had knocked down his tower into space. "Thanks for showing up", Finn told Marceline, "it's been a while since we've hung out. With PB in the hospital it's been hard finding someone to talk to besides Jake". "No problem dude", Marceline replied, "what's on your mind?". "Well...", Finn began, "I've been feeling kinda funky ever since I demolished my tower-" Marcy spat out her drank, "WAIT THAT WAS YOU!?!?", Finn nodded his head, "Dude that thing was flipping nuts! I can't believe that was you". "Yeah, I was so donking mad at my dad. I wanted to tear the man's arm off. I guess you would know about bad dad's right Marcy?", Finn asked. Marcy looked at him, "Yeah... so why didn't you?". "Well... I dunno, I guess I just needed to get it out of my system. I don't want to hurt him anymore but I still feel weird about the whole thing. I mean I'm HIS SON! HIS BLOOD-BORN CHILD! How could he just..." "How could he just...", Marceline interrupted him, "abandon you! When YOU needed HIM!". Finn was startled, "Uhh... yeah. You alright, Marcy?". Marceline ignored the question, "Do you know where he is? I think you had the right idea before, ripping his arm off. I could slice it like it's nothing!", Finn stopped her, "Marcy no! My dad my be a donkus but hurting him won't solve anything". "That's what you think", Marceline snarkily replied. She then noticed the desperate look on Finn's face and conceded, "Fine... whatever". Later that night, as Finn and Jake were asleep, Jake heard a knock on the door. He got up and went to check who it is. "I swear if it's Ice King again I'm gonna-", Jake opened the door to see, "Marceline!?!? Are you stalking us again? I thought you stopped doing that!". "Nah Jake nah, I just saw a big explosion out by some woods. I think it might've been Finn's dad. Ya wanna check it out?". "Why would I wanna see that doofus again?", Jake asked, "In case you forgot, he ripped my buddy Finn's whole dang arm all dang off!". "Yeah but... what if we taught him a little payback? An arm for an arm?". Jake was unsure, "I dunno, Finn wanted to do the same thing the other day, but he kinda got over it. I just don't think it's worth it if it's not what Finn wants". "Ok sure", Marceline responded, "I guess we could just leave him be... if we want him to KEEP hurting Finn. I mean he's bound to find him again, and when he does who knows what he'll take from him?". Jake thought for a moment. "Alright, let's go check this out". Marcy flew Jake to the forest where the explosion occurred. The two hid behind a tree. They saw Martin with his arm stuck in a woodpecker hole. "Is that the guy Jake?". "Yep", Jake answered, "I'd recognize that doofus anywhere". "Alright", Marceline replied, "You hold him still, and I'll use my bass to cut his arm off. It'll be hecka easy with his arm stuck in that tree". Marcy and Jake went over to him. "Oh hey strangers, mind helping a guy out?", Martin asked the pair. He then took a look at Jake, "Hey haven't I seen you before, guy?". Jake got nervous, "uhh... no. You haven't. Let me just hold you still so my friend can get you out". "Ok", Martin replied, "sounds good to me". Marcy approached him. "Why hey friend, you gonna pull me out? Just be careful, we wouldn't want you cutting... my... arm... off?", as he was speaking Marceline pulled her bass out and prepared to strike him. "AAAAAGHHH! Please don't ma'am! I need that arm! I know I've made a lot of enemies but I'm not a bad guy I promise!". As Marcy listened to the man she slowly started regretting her decision. She pulled him out of the tree and threw him to the ground. "Ugh! Get outta here you foolish man! Go before I change my mind!". Martin escaped and Marceline flew down to the ground. "Why didn't you do it?", Jake asked (continued)

"I thought he'd be like... evil. But he's just pathetic. You were right before Jake, he's not worth it. I guess it just hurts to see Finn deal with the same non-sense I had to. A dilweed father who takes him for granted. I wish I could protect him". Jake wrapped his arm around her, "You and me both. That kid is growing up way too fast". "So...", Marceline asked, "are you gonna tell him we saw his dad?". "Nah", Jake answered, "I don't want him thinking about that jerk more than he already does". "Yeah, it's probably for the best", Marcy responded. About a week later Finn knocked on Marceline's door, "Hey guess who got his arm back!". "Wow, that's great Fi-", "HEADLOCK", Finn immediately started wrestling Marceline. The two continued to wrestle all night long.

#adventure time #fan fiction #writing #storytelling

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gildedcaqes · 2 years

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3, 4, 8 !

( again, go wild !! )

3. What is your muse’s biggest regret?

Char: Kamille.

Char has done countless horrible things, has so much to regret—and yet, his greatest regret is what he's done to Kamille. Taking a loving father and turning him into a machine, noticing the lack of light in those eyes when he woke up—it's the one thing that will keep Char awake at night. Axis's failure doesn't bother him, no attempted or assisted genocide crosses his mind at night. Causing Amuro to run and hide, flinch from him—none of it matters as much as looking at Kamille and seeing a stranger. Hearing Kamille scream and cry, "You mutilated me! I don't even recognize you anymore, Char! You're-- you're some kind of monster!" Sometimes he can still feel Kamille gripping his uniform shirt, shaking him and begging "take it out, take the metal out of my head! Please!"

Amuro: Char.

Trusting that man was the worst decision of his life. How they left off after the OYW was bad enough—but letting him in during Gryps, letting Char convince him that he'd changed, that he wasn't some kind of monster... "I trusted you! I thought- I thought you changed, you said...!" Never again. Amuro prefers to be alone, now. No one will be able to scare him enough to hide under the tables in the Argama's café, nothing can scare him into staying in populated rooms so Char can't bother him behind closed doors. But when the phone rings, it's hard to keep himself from picking up the phone.

Kamille: Char.

The one person that he felt really understood him. He entrusted custody of his son to this man, for God's sake—all while having no idea what he really was. "Don't! Don't come any closer you—you fucking animal! Where did you put him, where is my son?! I'll kill you, Char!" Kamille still flinches away from hands. He still wakes up with headaches, hands moving to the scar on the nape of his neck. And when he looks at Full Frontal, all he can think of is the monster that took everything from him.

4. How many scars does your muse have?

Char:

Uncertain. A Baoa Qu scar on his forehead, of course. Thanks to ... well, having an insane amount of money, he got reconstructive cosmetic surgeries after Axis - so he has considerably less burn scars than he did before them. He does have scars on his face, but they're faint and mostly from things that weren't the burns from Axis. A scar on his throat that looks suspiciously like a "G". A scar on his thigh that looks like a stab wound. Scratch marks on his arms, and shoulder. Unclear where they came from or how they managed to scar.

Amuro:

Over ten. A Baoa Qu scar on his shoulder. Burn scars all over his body, though faded. Three years was long enough for there to not be much discoloration, though it's still obvious that he was burned. Knife scars litter his body, all caused by Char. Purposefully, Char has only scarred his face this way once - a wound on the side of his mouth, the only scar Amuro can't hide. Smaller, significantly less visible burn scars on his legs. Circular in shape.

Kamille:

Around six to twelve. A small scar under his eye, almost completely faded, caused by glass from his helmet breaking at the end of Gryps. Scars wrapping around his wrists from unknown origin. Looks like rope burn, isn't. A scar on the nape of his neck. No matter how long his hair gets, he doesn't pull it into a ponytail - he hates how obvious the scar is when you can see where his hair refuses to grow. Non-coincidentally, doesn't have many scars from Char himself—save for one on his ankle, and knife wounds littering his back.

8. What does your muse fear losing the most?

Char: Control.

No matter how many times he tries to act like his biggest fear is losing an individual person, what he really fears is that loss of control. Being alone is horrifying to him, but not having someone at his beck and call is even worse. Not having someone on the proverbial leash, having to accept that humans aren't his property to tug around. Losing Kamille was devastating. Finding out that he can't control the feline anymore felt like everything had been ripped away from him.

Amuro: Privacy.

Watching the windows, stapling the curtains shut. Locking and barricading every door—waiting for the day that the door opens, and he's met with that red uniform. No matter how many guns he keeps in his house, behind every door, under every pillow, the knife he sleeps with on the couch—it doesn't help. Not when he can always feel those eyes on him.

Kamille: Banagher.

He's already lost everything. His life, his dignity, his personality, his freedom. His humanity was ripped away from him. There's nothing left to lose. But his light, his little boy, the only thing keeping him alive—he can't lose him. Not again. Every time he hears about the Gundam launching, every time he sees Banagher walk the halls of the Rewloola when he's forced to be on it, pain rises in his chest. "I'm just looking out for you, Banagher. I know we're not terribly close, but... your father would want you to be safe."

#⧉ ─ inbox memes.#thank you i really did go wild #you enable me so much.

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nyxelenios · 3 years

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*·.✴ i wish you were sober.

Last Legacy: Sage Lesath (Fictif Games)

❗: angst, mentions of food, alcohol and beer, description of frisky action, drunk people, song-inspired post, unedited

nyxelenios: does this count as angst? idk but here you go, btw this one is longer than my other Sage x reader posts so buckle up i guess? enjoy, don't forget that requests are open, comments and suggestions and pointers are appreciated and welcomed, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! thank you!

You sigh and drop your shoulders. Your breath turns to mist, and you watch it fade away with the chilly breeze. Finally, you straighten your posture and enter the rickety-looking tavern.

There in the middle of the bar is Sage drunkenly dancing to the music of strings and wind instruments. You can't name every instrument you see, but that isn't what you're here for. You're here for the sellsword swaying and twirling with strange men and women.

From the doorway, you can see a few of the people being frisky with their hands. You clench your hands into fists when you see their hands all over Sage. And he looks like he doesn't mind one bit. You chalk it up to him being drunk, but with the way he smirks at them, you chalk it up to him being his fl—himself.

Gods. You feel like punching the air out of his lungs.

But who are you to feel as if Sage is yours? You're a world-hopper merely under his care and nothing more because of a Relic that decided to reside in your heart. You are only his apprentice, somewhat. And besides, who are you to stop him from having fun? His version of fun, rather.

You resign to sitting at the front bar, where the bartender is standing and polishing off a few glasses. With your cloak covering your uniform, you don't attract much attention from the patrons.

"Not the type to party?" asks the bartender. You shrug and give him a half smile. "Just beat from working all day. Gotta sit back and relax every once in a while," you say, which makes the bartender smile sympathetically. Who knew you could lie so nicely like that?

You ask for a glass of the best wine they have, and the bartender obliges. He even cooks up something to go with it. His specialty, you recall him shouting over his shoulder from the kitchen. It's the best grilled seafood platter you've ever had to date! Cooked to perfection, seasoned so deliciously, and grilled over the most aromatic wood chips.

Your joy is short-lived though, when Sage stumbles to the front bar and leans over the bar top.

He's right next to you, and he doesn't even recognize you.

Slowly, you place down your glass, your head bowed low and eyes staring at your free hand resting on your lap. He's fucking wasted, so wasted he doesn't even notice you sitting beside him. You're even wearing the cloak he bought for you. To keep you warm, he told you. You don't feel warm anymore after realizing he really couldn't care less unless he was being paid to keep an eye on you.

"A round of drinks, on me!"

The whole bar roars in excitement, high off the alcohol and the dancing. You flinch away and cover your poor ears. Maybe you shouldn't have come here after all. Maybe you should have listened to Felix, when he told you you wouldn't be happy going to one of Sage's common leisure spots. Maybe you should have gone with Anisa instead, sitting by the fireplace and indulging her with your stories about your life on Earth.

But no. You just had to go into town and look for the mercenary who should have shown up to help you train but didn't, and now you're in this old tavern shielding your ears from deafening yells and yips from strangers, and Sage.

When the noise dies down just a tad, you put your hands down. You scan the bar and find Sage chugging a beer mug's amount of...alcohol. You can't tell which alcoholic drink, but you hope it's not a strong one.

You shake your head. Why are you worrying about him? He doesn't care about you.

The bartender walks over to you, and you only notice him when he places a mug of something hot between your hands. You blink at him with wide eyes, then peer into the very beautiful ceramic mug.

It's coffee!

"Uh, I'm sorry, but I didn't order this," you say, smiling sheepishly. The bartender shrugs. "You could drink something better to keep you warm. And you look like the type to drink coffee." You thank him and take the mug in your hands. The warmth is nice, comforting. You take your first sip and sigh smiling.

The bartender was right. Coffee was better at keeping you warm.

You leave no morsel of food behind, and your mug is empty. You feel so full and so contented. The bartender only takes your payment of the one glass of wine, insisting that he'll take the rest from Sage's payment for disturbing your night of relaxing and his few patrons who wanted to relax for the night as well.

Right. Sage. He was the reason you were here in the first place.

And when you get up from your stool, you notice that the party has died down significantly. The people you've seen being handsy with Sage are nowhere to be found. The reason why you're in this place is laying on a table, looking like he's outcold from the beer chugging.

You and the bartender check on him, and he's blacked out. Your bartender friend sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looks like he's about to explode.

"This... This man is my workmate. I'll pay for his tab so I can get him out of your hair," you offer, and the bartender hesitates. He looks at Sage, to the clock, then at you. He sighs and accepts. "Alright. Thank you."

Once you settle Sage's eye-widening tab, you try to wake him up. You shake his left arm to see if he reacts. Nothing.

You shake his shoulders, careful not to get poked by his armor. Nothing, again.

"Sage." Your loud stern voice doesn't stir him.

Now, you're sitting on a chair, trying to think back on what Felix taught you, about opening portals and focusing on the destination. If you can't wake him up, you can at least drag Sage into a portal at the back of the tavern.

But the bartender throws water at Sage's face. Your eyes grow so wide it looks like your eyeballs are about to fall right out of your sockets.

And the freezing cold water does the trick, waking up the drunk mercenary. You ignore him spluttering and coughing and blowing his nose. The bartender rolls his eyes, then nods at you. You thank him again, then look at Sage.

He's sitting, holding his head in his hands. He groans in pain, his face crumpling from discomfort. "Ow."

Sage looks around the tavern, then his eyes land on you. A big goofy grin appears on his face as he realizes it's you.

"[Name]! Did you see me win that beer chugging contest?"

Unfortunately, you did see him down all eight beers. You sigh and nod, then pat his arm. "Let's go back to Fathom Tower." When Sage registers your words, his grin turns into a flirty smirk, and he leans forward.

Oh, his breath is enough to get your head spinning. Just how much did he drink?

"Why don't we spend the night somewhere else? You know, just the two of us~" Sage's words slur, but he manages to get a full sentence out. You stare at him, face blank.

Either you want to smack him for drinking himself to a drunken stupor or to smack yourself for getting yourself into this mess for being crush-drunk because of him.

"Come on, [Name]~ I know a good place we can stay for the night~" Sage cups your chin and leans in to your space, his breath ghosting over your lips. Your heart skips a beat, maybe a few more. Heat rises to your entire face when his golden irises seem to glow under the soft light in the tavern.

But you remember he's drunk.

You hold his wrist and move his hand away from your face, then sigh. "Sage, let's go back to Fathom. You're drunk, and tired from all the dancing."

Slowly, you and Sage stumble down the streets of Porrima. Keeping this man on his own two feet, you think, is harder than catching Jackrabbit Jason. And that's saying something, since you had a difficult time chasing the guy.

The moonlight guides you and keeps the town away from complete darkness. You can hear the distant crashing of waves down at the port. When you crane your neck to look at the port, you see lanterns moving from the ships to the docks and vice versa.

Sighing quietly, you think that this would have been a beautiful scenario on a date. Now this is just solace, peace for your soul while you tend to a drunk Sage, who is...ironically quiet.

You glance at him, and he's staring straight into space. He must be spacing out while you're walking. "Sage?" He doesn't look at you, but his ears swivel to your direction. You're shocked, and also surprised. None of you speak, waiting for the other to start but only silence meets your ears.

The walk takes a while, as the night grows darker, and the town grows quieter around you and Sage. You're nearing the steps to Fathom when Sage speaks.

"Y'know, tonight was so much fun," Sage grins when he makes eye contact with you. He stops walking and faces you. You want to believe that Sage is sobering up, finally.

But you know better.

"I wish you were there, [Name]. We could've had a ton of fun together."

I was there, you want to say. I was there sitting right next to you but you didn't notice me.

Sage grins. "I wanted to teach you a looooooooot of dance moves."

You want to scold him right there and then, but you bite back your tongue and force a smile.

"I really, really like you, your company... You're feisty and sweet too~ You're adorable~" Sage engulfs you in a tight embrace, lifting your feet off the ground. He smiles, softly, and nuzzles his nose against your cheek. He giggles and kisses your cheek.

You're stunned. You can't look at Sage, not with tears about to fall from your eyes. When he puts you down, you quickly brush away your tears with your cloak.

"Okay, okay." To your luck, your voice remains steady. "Let's go, it's getting cold." You take Sage's gloved hand in yours and lead him up the stairs to Fathom. You head up the staircase first.

You wouldn't want Sage seeing your tears, even when he's drunk.

He follows you quietly, wondering why you're half dragging him up the stairs. He wonders why your cloak sleeve keeps moving up to your head.

You sigh and drop your shoulders. Your breath turns to mist, and you watch it fade away with the chilly breeze. Sage can be so sweet. It's endearing, almost.

It would be actually endearing if he wasn't drunk.

If he was sober, maybe you would believe his every word.

You wish he was sober.

#last legacy fictif games #fictif games #last legacy #fictif last legacy #last legacy fictif #last legacy sage lesath #last legacy sage #fictif sage lesath #fictif sage #sage lesath #sage lesath x reader #last legacy x reader #gender neutral reader #tw food #tw alcohol #cw food #cw alcohol #r.moonchai — last legacy #nyxelenios — last legacy

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kyovtani · 4 years

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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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