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rafesangelita · 3 months ago

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hiii there angel i’m so happy you opened up requests again, i love your writing sm. could i plz request sheep!reader and dark!rafe? he’s super rough during sex but sheep!reader is crying and she asks him if he can be soft but he doesn’t know how so she kinda guides him? sorry if this is too specific!

warnings: dark!rafe, mean!rafe, unprotected sex, rough sex, hair pulling, slapping, groping, crying, dacryphilia, slight angst, a little bit of fluff

“raferaferafe!” you cried out, heavy teardrops rolling down your cheeks as your nails clawed the sheets for dear life. your scalp burned as rafe roughly pulled at the roots of your hair between his fingers, his jaw set tight as he dug crescents into your skin with his merciless grip. you hiccuped, reaching back to grab onto his wrist to indicate for him to slow down the pace of his thrusts. in hopes of muffling your screams, rafe pushed your face into the plush pillows beneath your head, your knees threatening to give out from under you.

he knew he was sick and deranged for getting off on your tears, each drop bringing him closer and closer to that high he desperately chased. he watched you as you tried to move away from him, your pathetic attempts deemed useless against his strength. “stop— fuckin’ moving,” he snaked a hand underneath you, wrapping his fingers around your neck before pulling you up against his chest, his cock still buried deep within your aching cunt, “do i have to bend you over my lap and remind you what happens when you try to run away from me?” he said through gritted teeth, a shiver running down your spine at the memory.

“no!” you shook your head, your voice shaky as rafe cupped both of your tits, your body molding to his touch like you were putty; soft and malleable. “it hurts too much—” you softly stroked the hand he had around your neck, prompting him to loosen his hold on you. “can we try something different?” rafe left a trail of wet kisses that went from the curve of your shoulders to the underside of your jaw, a dissatisfied grunt rumbling from his chest. he hated to be interjected on, the adam’s apple in his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly. “no, i want you like this.” he whispered, taking your chin and forcing you to face him.

“please, just this once, ray..” you begged, hoping with all of your heart that he would, at the very least, consider what you wanted to propose. rafe blinked, his chest rising and falling as he scanned your face. “what do you want?” you nearly sighed in relief when he said the words, your teary gaze finding his in your dimly lit room. “can you be softer? i mean, like— not hit me and rough me up?” rafe almost laughed at the ridiculous request, the only thing stopping him being the fucked-out expression gracing your features. you looked absolutely spent. soft? gentle? those were two words that rafe has never been quite familiar with.

“you want me to be all sweet and shit?” he moved his hips slightly, the sudden movement sending a shockwave to your system. “y-yes, exactly that..” rafe felt uneasy at the proposition, the idea not sounding enticing to him in the slightest. “i don’t know. i don’t even think i could do that.” rafe pulled out of you with a hiss, a small gasp leaving your lips at the sudden emptiness. “yes you can! i’ll show you if you let me.” you turned around, that pleading look in your eyes slowly making his resolve crumble. rafe thought it over before ultimately deciding to just give it a try.

“fine.”

you laid down on your back, finally feeling some relief as you no longer had your knees pressed into the mattress. instinctively, rafe slotted himself between your thighs, his arms caging you in. “now what?” he quipped, looking at you expectantly. cupping his face, your eyes flickered between his own before the words ‘kiss me’ left your mouth in a hushed whisper. rafe wasted no time, instantly leaning in and taking your lips in a searing kiss, his teeth nipping your bottom lip as he did so. you pulled away as soon as he bit you, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“you have to do it softly. no teeth.” you corrected him, your cheeks heating as he cursed under his breath. “no tongue either?!” rafe asked incredulously, slightly in disbelief. you giggled, pecking his lips. “no. just like this— the way i’m doing it.” rafe followed suit, the slowness of it all feeling completely foreign to him. it took a little bit of time, but within minutes, rafe was kissing you with featherlight touches instead of his usual bruising force, his hands staying on either sides of your head. rafe’s body weight alone provided you with a blanket of comfort unlike the way you felt when he had you on all fours.

you showed him how to caress you instead of groping and grabbing at you. rafe didn’t realize how many things you wanted to change until he was slowly rocking in and out of you, your usual sobs and screams were now soft whimpers and moans that he wished he could hear more often. the way you were looking up at him right now, like you were in pure bliss, was such a stark contrast to the way you usually looked at him; as if you were in pain and silently begging for mercy. holding him close, you stroked the nape of his neck as both of you came with a soft whisper of each other’s names.

rafe buried his face in your neck to refrain from scratching you, your tenderness pulling at his heartstrings. as much as he was above cloud nine right now, your velvety walls clenching around him and taking him for everything he had, he couldn’t help but feel a slight seed of guilt for how he’s always treated you during moments of intimacy. once you two were left panting, rafe stayed nestled inside of you as he turned you two over, wrapping his arms around your waist while you rested your tear-stained cheek on his chest. you listened to the thrum of his heart beat, your eyes fluttering in and out of sleep while rafe ran his fingertips up and down your spine.

“how about i bathe you after this? i’ve never done that, either..”

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captivating-flavors · 4 months ago

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away | sylus

pairing: sylus x non mc reader

prompt: -

summary: the closure you both needed after the break. loosely a part two of enough

words: 1,605

warning(s): angst but ended on a happy note sort of, mentions of death, mentions of an unhealthy relationship

a/n: i was in the mood to finish something angsty again soooo.... enjoy?? (anyways some fluffy-ish sylus and caleb might be next) reblogs, comments and feedbacks are much appreciated <3

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Sylus sat on one of the booths at the far end of the café, occasionally glancing at his watch. He opened his message thread with you, where the last message had been the one he sent to you a week ago asking you to meet him here. You never responded, despite the small read under his speech bubble.

It had been nearly a year since he last saw you. That night being the last. The night of the anniversary of her death. It would be a lie to say that he did not drink himself to a stupor, because it was what he usually did. You had confiscated his keys to prevent him from going to her grave in his drunken state and he lashed out.

He barely remembered how it all started, just bits and pieces. What he remembered clearly was that he sobered up by a little midway through the argument and used the Aether Core in his eye to look into what it was you wanted from him for the first time.

Love.

He knew, somewhat. He’d heard you say it multiple times, thinking he was already asleep. But he couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

You loved him? Why? What was it that he had ever done to you to warrant such profound feelings from you? Surely, he doesn’t deserve it. Least of all from you. The one person he took for granted at every turn but always decided to stay with him time and time again, despite everything. He knew that how he treated you wasn’t ideal and was far from what you deserved but he thought that if he kept treating you the way he did, you would leave of your own accord.

“Love? Don’t be ridiculous. You knew from the start you’re never going to get that from me.”

He could see your expression slowly falling onto one of hurt as you took his hand to drive him away from the door and to his room, “I know, Sylus. Let’s get you into your room, okay?”

“You knew from the start that I was only keeping you around because you reminded me of her.”

“I know.” You let a single teardrop fall out of the pool welled up on your eyes.

“No. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to act like I hurt you by breaking your heart when you know what you signed up for right from the start.”

“I know.” You said as you tugged him by the arm to his room and got him onto his bed.

He sat up against his headboard as you went to grab him a glass of water before sitting on the edge of the bed, “The answer is: It will never be.”

You looked at him, confused, “What?”

“What you said. When you thought I was asleep. You wished how your love was enough to help me. The answer is: It will never be.”

“I know. But would that be enough for you to want to try? For me?”

“No.”

You exhaled before softly saying, “I understand that you love her. But she’s dead, Sylus. Until when are you going to keep clinging on to her memory?”

“You don’t get to say that. You knew how much I love her.”

“That, I do.” You said, your words had a tinge of sadness to it.

“Then why are you asking it of me?”

“Because I thought, maybe one day you’d be willing to love me too.” You said as you stood up to leave the room.

He let out a small scoff, “Well, you thought wrong.”

“Good night, Sylus.” You said before closing the door behind you with a soft click.

Little did he know, those would be the last thing you said before you packed your bags and left the Onichynus Base that night. He understood why you left. There was no doubt his words had hurt you, after all that was why he’d said them in the first place. Whilst some of him wanted to push you away because you deserved better, another selfish part that wanted to keep you by his side hated that that was how things ended between the two of you.

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked up for the umpteenth time as the bell above the door chimed, but still no sign of you. Sylus became more convinced that you weren’t going to show up but decided to wait for another half an hour before leaving.

Another ten minutes passed as he stared at the same message thread. He contemplated on sending you another message, but he didn’t want to seem pushy.

“Hey.”

He looked up at the sound of your voice, visibly surprised before letting out a greeting as well, “Y/N, Hi.”

You took off your coat and draped it over the back of the chair before taking a seat, “You look well.” He added and he meant it. You looked happier.

“You do, too.” You said with a small smile.

“I’m sorry I reached out to you out of the blue like this. I had to… uh… get my shit together first before reaching out to you again.”

“It’s fine. I knew we were bound to have this conversation sooner or later.”

“Yeah, me too. I’m just going to cut to the chase. I’m sorry for everything. I was not in my right mind, not that it excuses anything. But I’m sorry about what I said. I’m sorry for how I treated you.” He said, sincerity etched to his voice as his head hung low.

You reached out and placed your hand on top of his clasped ones, “I forgive you, Sylus.”

“No, you shouldn’t. You should hate me.”

“But I don’t. And honestly, it’s fine. It’s all in the past.” You gave him a small smile.

“No, it’s not. The way I treated you… I took you for granted at every turn and was ungrateful for everything you did to and for me. You don’t deserve that.”

“Really. It’s fine. I won’t lie to you and say that it didn’t hurt me because it did, but like I said, it’s all in the past. I forgive you.”

“No, you shouldn’t. I’d much prefer it if you’d be angry at me.”

“I’m not.”

“Why?”

You inhaled, “Because I still love you.”

“What…?”

“As it turns out, leaving doesn’t get rid of my feelings that easily.” You let out a small chuckle before adding, “You heard me. I still love you, Sylus. And that is why I have chosen to forgive you.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but you continued, “That is also why I decided to let you go. I love you but I’m smart enough to know that what we have wasn’t sustainable nor was it healthy, and that what you had with her was… magic and nothing that comes after will ever compare to that great first love you had. I know I deserved better and so did you, so I’m also sorry for that.”

“No, you have nothing to apologize for, Y/N.”

“I do. You deserve more than someone who begs and forces you to love them back when you weren’t ready and willing to do so.” You squeezed his hands, reaffirming your words.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize for not loving me back. Just promise me that you’ll take better care of yourself from now on.”

The two of you stayed in silent for several minutes, still holding each other’s gazes before he decided to break the silence, “So, are you ever coming back to the N109 Zone?”

You chuckled, “Yeah, probably not. I decided to leave that life behind the day I moved here.”

“The twins missed you.” I missed you, but he opted to leave the last part out.

“I’ll come visit, some time.”

“That’s good to hear, I–” You saw the excitement beam in his eyes, and it gutted you to have to crush it.

“But I think we shouldn’t see or talk to each other anymore. That was what I came here to say.”

“What…?” He blinked, surprised.

“As much as I’d love be friends with you again, I don’t think it’ll be good for the two of us. I’ll subconsciously keep hanging onto the what-ifs and I’ll always remind you of her.”

“So, are we just never going to see each other ever again? Because I hate thought of that.”

“Maybe we can rekindle our friendship sometime in the future, but not now. A year has passed, but everything still feels fresh.”

He exhaled, “If that is what you want, I’ll respect your wishes.”

“Thank you, Sylus. I should probably go. My boyfriend is waiting for me outside.” You stood and grabbed your coat, ready to leave. You contemplated for a bit before adding, “But if you want someone to accompany you to visit her grave, I’ll be one call away. I’ll be sure to get her favorite daisies from that flower shop she loved.”

“Alright. I’ll see you when I see you, I suppose.”

“You, too. Take care of yourself, Sylus.”

As Sylus looked at your retreating form, he couldn’t help the pang in his chest. The pang intensified when he saw you through the glass windows of the café as you stood on your tippy toes to give your boyfriend a kiss. Maybe this was for the best, after all you were visibly happier and for the most part you’ve moved on from everything that happened between the two of you. Maybe you’ll always be the one who got away.

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paigebstorey · 1 year ago

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Another thing that I am late to, but also feel like sharing! I wonder if this will be easier than Misadventure May?

Pearl Tears

When I saw @skumhuu's Mermay bingo I thought that one of the entries looked really fun and really quickly scribbled this down. No kidding, when I got the inspiration I threw everything off my desk and grabbed my drawing tablet ASDFGHJK

Leviathantale by @skumhuu

#writers on tumblr #mermay #artists on tumblr #bingo #prompt list #mermaid #merfolk #cute shark #artwork #teardrops

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elixirfromthestars · 5 months ago

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At Your Call

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: No matter when or where, Bucky will always be there at your call.

WC: ~300

Content(s): a sprinkle of angst. hurt/comfort. happy ending.

Prompt: “You came?” — “You called.”

a/n: Big thanks to my lovely Sydney @buck-star for sending me some inspiration to combat this writer’s block 📝✨ Love ya lots!!! 🥹🩷🩷 I also incorporated a little line I wrote in a community post a while ago, so for those of you that know it I can't wait to see if you spot it!! Thank you for reading! ₊˚⊹♡ Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!! ♡♡♡

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“You came?”

“You called.”

Bucky answers your question with a certainty that squeezes at your chest. His expression reflects nothing less of an always and an of course. You called so of course he showed up. Nothing and no one would ever stop him from always showing up for you.

It didn’t matter that your call was accidental and happened after too many shots from a night out with your friends. It didn’t matter that all you could remember from the call was drunkenly confessing how much you missed him and how angry you were that he let you walk away. The fight, the petty arguments, the heartbreak—it all didn’t matter now.

He still showed up because you reached out to him.

When he responded with a shaky and almost breathless I miss you over the phone—it was like, all at once, the intricate woven fabric of your lifelines were pleading to be tethered to one another once more.

So, naturally, there is no hesitance left in you when you pull the door open wide enough for him to come inside and away from the pouring rain. Despite the droplets that cling to his jacket and hair, there is no hesitance in ambushing him with a tight embrace as soon as the door closes. And there is no hesitance in him as he wraps his arms tightly around you and holds you against his chest like you aren’t meant to be anywhere else but in his arms.

In the quiet of your home, there’s a gentle shift in the air. It's like finding that final puzzle piece that completes it all after having lost it in the shuffle of everyday life. That feeling leads you both to your bedroom—where Bucky doesn’t let you go as you settle into your bed—holding each other close as the tears start to fall. The heartbreak of each other’s absence present in every teardrop.

He kisses the top of your head with a tenderness that warms your chest. It spreads throughout you with a type of comfort you longed for from the moment you walked away. When he whispers how much he loves you and how everything will be okay—you believe him.

You found your way to each other again.

Everything will be okay.

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logaenhowlett · 5 months ago

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EVERYTHING I AM IS YOURS - L.H.

Summary: With Logan, it's always one step forward, two steps back. Until it isn't.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female Reader

Warnings: Soft Logan (with glasses, very important detail I fear), Two fools in denial love, Fluff, Slight angst

A/N: Old Man!Logan is, without a doubt, one of my biggest weaknesses. And so, here's the first drabble for my A Weekend with Logan Howlett event! The prompt was NURSE. Title creds to Villagers.

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"C'mon, kiss me and let's forget about it."

Logan's hand stills, the damp towel hovering just above three ragged slashes on your forearm. Blood pools in the deepest gouges, thick and dark, then trickles down in sluggish rivulets.

His eyes, burdened by shame, slowly breach the smudged horizon of his glasses, meeting yours in a hesitant, almost conflicted light. It's a look that strips him bare; a wordless confession of guilt and regret simmering above a gaping void only you could fill.

Fantasies of you twirl in his mind. Of stolen kisses, quickened pulses, and unspoken desires. Except they're not just fantasies. Rather, echoes of moments almost lived, a collection of near misses - each a half-written poem trailing off into a silence of what could've been.

Sorrow - a venomous serpent coiling around his heart - constricts his breath, forcing a shaky exhale that whispers of his self-loathing. He remains deaf to your quiet reassurances, instead meticulously cleaning your wounds as if the act itself is a penance. As if ceasing his ministrations would lock him in a brutal embrace with reality.

The reality that he hurt you.

His claws.

"Logan," you plead softly, "It was an accident."

Yet, the blood is real - your pain is real. He presses against the gauze, his focus so narrow that your sharp intake of breath goes unnoticed. "Doesn't change what I am," he grinds out.

"Enough–" The sudden withdrawal of your arm leaves his fingers grasping empty air, drawing his gaze unwillingly to yours. "Stop pushing me away. I can't... I can't start over again."

And amidst the unshed tears shimmering in your eyes rests a gravity Logan can no longer repel - an unyielding belief in him. The realisation strikes hard, a hammer blow crumbling the walls of his self-imposed prison. He looks at you, truly sees you, perhaps for the first time.

Faint tremors ripple through his hand as he cups your face, gently stroking your cheek where a lonesome teardrop traces a glistening path. "I'll kiss you if you still want me to," he whispers.

"No." The single word is soft, yet it reverberates through the quiet room with an unexpected force. His heart stutters violently in anticipation. "Kiss me because you want to."

The chorus of what-ifs swimming in his mind falls abruptly silent. And then, his lips crash against yours.

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awakenedevildays · 8 months ago

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「missing out」 Stiles Stilinski x F!reader

a/n: the characters are aged up! (around 25/26 yo)

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"Hey pretty! how did the night go?" he asks as he pauses the show he's currently watching to give you his whole attention from where he's sat on the couch, Duchess and Marie are already getting off his lap to pad towards you.

You attempt a small smile and slip off your high heels, your feet are sore from the position they were forced for the whole night and you sigh in relief when your heels touch the ground. "Hey baby, it was... fine." You only say as you pick up Marie from the ground and look down to see if Duchess is following you too towards your fiancé.

Stiles' smile turns into a frown at your forced smile and pats the cushion next to him to invite you to sit with him, you comply.

"Just fine? I thought you were exited to tell the girls the news." He says as his hand grabs your left hand, his thumb caress the new teardrop diamond that perfectly adorns your ring finger.

"I was! and they're really happy for us..." you trail off and squeeze his fingers while with the other you let Marie down on the ground.

He raises an eyebrow, you're obviously leaving something unsaid. "But?" he prompts, turning so that he's facing you and resting the free hand behind you on the back of the couch.

"Do you... ever feel like you're missing out?" you ask, trying to keep eye contact with him but clearly failing, causing his head to tilt.

"Missing out? On what, exactly?" He inquires, his face laced in confusion as he takes in you expression, your eyes looking at him almost afraid of what the answer might be.

"On... you know... the relationship field" you specify and Stiles lets go of your hand to sit on the edge of the couch with his elbows resting against his knees and fingers intertwined in anxiety

"I think I'm about to have a heart attack." he says after exhaling a shaky breath.

"Nonono I didn't mean- I'm not saying I do, I never did." you hurry to explain and he turns his face to squint his eyes at you, clearly confused about why you're having this conversation now, just days after he finally proposed to you.

"Then why are we even having this conversation, love?" He responds, his voice has gone from confused to mildly upset. His brain comes up with the wildest thoughts, which is not helping his already short, tired, patience.

"Because I need to know that I'm not making you miss out on some things you should have done already, and couldn't do because of me."

He looks even more confused than before, his eyes are still squinted as he tries to understand what's going on in your head. "And what exactly am I missing out on?" His body turns to fully face you again.

"Like hooking up, one-night stands, other relationships... Normal things a guy should do at our age." you list and you're surprised by your own words, it's absurd: you've never felt insecure about these things with Stiles.

His eyes widen at your words and his lips part, speechless. It takes him a moment to get back from the shock to say anything. "You really want me to go around and have one night stands?" he asks, his voice a mixture of incredulity and irritation.

"NO! No, absolutely not."

He nods, his shoulders relaxing a bit, "Good... then... you're asking me if I regret being with you?"

"not really, not being with me as a whole, but only if you ever felt the need to have more than just me, you know? to try out other things or... other girls before taking this step with me... we're gonna be together for a very, very long time and I don't want you to have regrets."

He shakes his head in disbelief. "Baby, where is all of this coming from?"

You inhale deeply, it makes sense that he's confused, you never expressed these type of feeling. "Tonight I told the girls that we got engaged and they were all so happy for us... but then Malia said she wonders how you're so sure I'm the one if I'm the only one you've had a relationship with and I realized she's right! I've had other boyfriends and I'm sure you're the one... but you? Haven't you ever felt the need to look around? To kiss someone else? to-"

“No." He says softly. "No, I have never ever felt the need to kiss anyone besides you, or to be with anyone else. Because ever since I realized how I felt about you when I was 10 I haven't been able to look at any girl the way I look at you. Fuck, I was lucky enough to have all my first times with the girl I'm madly in love with, why would I have wanted some stupid one-night stand when I knew that sooner or later you would have noticed me? You're the start, the end, and everything in the middle, I don't need or want anyone else." You don't answer, you only look directly into his eyes, as to see if there's any sign of a lie or doubts, but you don't find any and Stiles takes it as a sign to keep going, he grabs your hand and brings it up to his lip and places a soft kiss on your knuckles. "And I'll get to be your last, too. Your last kiss, your last boyfriend, your last fiancé, your last everything. I'll be the last man you'll ever want or need and I'm the luckiest guy in the world for it. And I don't care about Malia's stupid comment, if anything it should be you questioning why my dumb ass is the only guy your pretty brain has ever considered marrying."

"Don't be stupid, you know you're perfect for me." you scold him with a disappointed shake of head and a peck on his lips, you're a hundred percent sure you're the lucky one between you two. "I love you."

He lets a huff of laugh escape his mouth, "come here," he whispers before pulling you over his lap, legs thrown over his thighs and head against his chest so close to his heart you can feel it beat under your ear. His arms tighten around your waist and his hand move to play with a strand of your hair gently. "I love you, you know how much I do." He whispers, his face so close to yours that his breath tickles your skin. "But you need to stop questioning the obvious, okay? It's not good for my heart." He smiles down at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. "And kindly tell Malia to fuck off," he murmurs playfully against your skin, his other hand coming up on your thigh to gently caress it.

You giggle at that and a kiss is soon placed on his chest, right over his heart as an apology for your own stupidity. "I don't think she meant harm, she's just... Malia."

"Well, she should still keep those thoughts about our relationship inside her head. Just like everyone else." he replies with a grumble, his hand squeezes your thigh gently as to empathize what he's going to say. "It's just you and me from now on, okay?" you nod with a bright grin, it sound so beautiful.

"okay."

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Not proofread, I'll correct it in the next days.

Do not copy or repost.

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causticsodaa · 3 months ago

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Some things I noticed in the S2 outro

⚠️MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️

Disclaimer: I’m aware I’m missing other stuff that’s been shown in the outro because I’m not very confident with this analysis. Due to this, some of my personal interpretations may be incorrect.

The outro begins with this (mostly) grayscale shot of Sakura with his bangs covering his left eye. I find it interesting how only his right eye is shown; not only does draw attention and provide a nice contrast to the monotone colors, it highlights an aspect of Sakura that he was shunned for.

The next two frames after that showcases Sakura’s fear of abandonment and rejection.

This frame contrast the previous one; it only shows Sakura’s seniors rather than his classmates. The background is green instead of a white void, indicating that they’re the backbone of Furin.

His classmates are shown in the next frame, however.

But Sakura’s pupils only reflect Suo and Nirei. Out of everyone in his community, his vice captains are the most important people to him. Yeah I’m normal

This sequence is particularly interesting to me. Everyone is covered in shadow, with a bright light in the background to enhance the effect; this shows that Sakura is looking at a ‘twisted’ version of his peers, ones who will turn away if he asks for help. Suo, Tsugeura, and Kiryu are looking away from the camera, but Nirei is looking directly at it despite his face being indecipherable—perhaps to allude to Sakura’s guilt.

However, only Sugishita’s face is clear enough to see as there is light shining from above him. It’s important to note that Sugishita isn’t part of Sakura’s world yet (ie. they haven’t ‘gotten along’ and neither of them perceive the other as a friend in this point of the story). I believe this is supposed to represent Sugishita kicking Sakura in chapter 60, which prompts the rest of Class 1-1 to gang up on Sakura.

We see a brief snippet of a cherry blossom branch, representing Sakura himself.

Then we see him falling… into water (more on this later)

It then cuts to a shot of Sakura drenched. It’s interesting how one of the droplets [intentionally] resembles a teardrop, because Sakura hasn’t cried in the manga yet.

The tense scenes switch to a clip of Sakura running against a field, representing the moment in chapter 60 where he finds his place in Furin.

This shot could allude to Sakura’s friends perceiving him as ‘radiant’ in a sense.

We then see Sakura drowning; this is just a Noroshi reference and a massive spoiler lol. However, the water in both contexts represents Sakura’s fears and insecurities.

However, these water droplets soon merge into a wind chime, establishing Sakura’s place in Furin.

TLDR; the outro is one big post KEEL reference which is pivotal mini arc for Sakura as a character

Another interesting I noticed is that in this sequence, Sakura’s hair[style] and eyes have been swapped. I have no idea if this is a production mistake, or a nod to [how gruff] Sakura’s initial character concept was.

#wind breaker #wbk analysis #wbk spoilers #wbk anime #haruka sakura #sakura haruka

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webslingingslasher · 2 years ago

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the long awaited and heavily requested part 2 to this request.

Peter knows he did something wrong, he knows he violated your trust in him, he knows how disappointed you’d be in him, how you requested he leave one thing alone and he couldn’t.

It’s not that he planned it, he didn’t actively wait until the opportunity arose to strike his attack, it just fell into his lap. You politely requested him to pick up some of your things on his way back to the frat house from class, Peter was the one that asked you to stay another night and in turn you needed clothes and schoolwork.

And he was more than happy to deliver, moving around your room quickly packing up clothes, even folding them for you. Stuffing your backpack with your laptop, charger, notebooks and the textbook you needed, he completed the task in record timing.

Peter hitched the strap over his shoulder before lowering it, muttering to himself walking back to your desk. “Notes, notes, notes, vocab notes…” He opened the catch all drawer in your desk, shuffling papers around, none of them the one you needed. It has to be on top, you were just using them, Peter grabbed a stack and quickly flipped through.

A successful grin took over his face when he found them, pulling the paper from the stack his movements faltered. Right behind was that creative writing paper, the one you refused to let him read, the one you said would make him sad and drew a hard boundary on.

It would be a total violation of your trust, but if it’s about him, and more importantly, about the two of you, doesn’t he have a right to know? It wasn’t fiction, you didn’t draw up a make believe story, you wrote about your feelings, and it kills him to know that they most likely weren’t good.

What if he just skimmed it, or is that just as bad and he’s justifying it?

He wishes he had a stronger willpower, but you make him weak.

Peter drops to sit on the edge of your bed, his eyes reading over the bright red ‘A’ and the prompt, it makes his stomach queasy.

‘Write about a time someone in the story has a lot of hard lessons to learn.’

Peter closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, if he reads this he either has to tell you immediately or bring it to the grave. It’d be easier if he removes himself from the situation entirely and leaves, but he’s already reading the first paragraph.

It’s brutal. A blow by blow of your relationship, each moment you were broken by something he did or said that he had no idea of. Peter didn’t know he made you ache so much, how many times he’s sent you home to cry. How many times you wanted to share with him but held back, how many times you wanted to reach out and hold him but were terrified he’d push you away.

Terrified to tell him you were in love with him.

‘I think that’s been the hardest lesson to learn, it’s impossible to love someone who doesn’t allow themselves to believe in it. It’s made me curl inwards, to crave his touch, validation, care, love. To crave what he cannot and will not give.

But don’t tell him I’m sad again, it’s not what he’s made for.’

Peter feels sick, his stomach is in knots, his palms are clammy and fuck, is he crying?

A teardrop on the page tells him yes.

It is what he’s made for, he wants to know everything that makes you tick, everything that makes you sad, or the things that hurt you. He wants you to reach for him anytime you want, he wants you to share everything on your mind with him, he wants so much more than what you think he wants.

But it’s his fault you feel like that.

Peter’s broken your character, and you still fell in love. No matter what he’s done to you, you keep pushing through the bullshit. That’s why he loves you too, but fuck that’s just scary to think about, he doesn’t know how he could ever get the words out.

Wiping down his face and shaking his shoulders he puts the paper away. Sniffling as his phone rings, it’s lit up with your face, it brings a whole new wave of tears to blink back. Tilting his head to the ceiling he picks up, “hi, trouble. Missing me already?”

“I just woke back up, I thought you said you��d be back at nine.”

A sniff, “class ran late, I’m uh,” he clears his throat, moving around to grab your backpack. “Actually grabbing your stuff as we speak.”

“You’re so good to me,” a pang hits his chest, because he’s really not. “If you say so, need anything else before I leave?”

You hum over the line, you’re too kind, too patient, too forgiving. Why did he have to read the fucking prompt?

“Just you, handsome.”

Peter shuts the door behind him and feels heavy, all he wants to do is make you feel as loved as you make him feel.

“Want me to get you anything? Coffee, a redbull, or breakfast? I’ll splurge on anything you want, trouble.”

Your giggle makes him feel warm, “how about you come back for a cuddle and we can go out for lunch?”

It makes him feel better at being a shit human, so he agrees, and wonders if you had to hold back an ‘I love you,’ at the end of the call.

The second he gets home and opens his bedroom door you sit up from his pillow and open your arms wide, making grabby hands. “Kisses! I need kisses!” Peter carefully sets your bag down, biting back a smile, he slowly comes to your side and leans down to give you a chaste kiss.

You wrap your hands around his neck and pull him to you, “I said plural, Mr. Parker.” He gives you several pecks before telling you to scooch over with his hands and settling in next to you. You curl into him for a moment, he’s comfortable but you’re wide awake, and much rather see his face.

Sitting up, you hitch a leg over his waist and take mount, your hands resting on his chest.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

You look over his face and tilt your head, “how was class?” Peter blows a breath from his mouth, “boring and long, I kept thinking about a beautiful girl laid up in my bed.” All he can think about is how many times he’d made you frown, or cry, or hate yourself for liking him.

Your eyes narrow, a shy smile taking place, “why are you looking at me like that?”

Peter runs his hands up and down your thighs, he doesn’t know to say what he’s feeling, he doesn’t even know how he’s looking you in the eye right now.

“I just really like you,” his truth sends you curling in half, tucking against his chest. You drag out the ‘o’ in your words, “stop,” rubbing up and down your back he laughs, “it’s true. I really, really like you.”

You rub your nose into his chest, “what is up with you today? You’re acting weird.” You peek your head up and he gives you a faulty smile, “nothing, I was just thinking of you and how much I love talking to you and spending time with you.”

For whatever reason you feel an odd pull at your stomach, it wasn’t a good one. It sounds like he’s making up for something, you feel like you can’t trust him right now. You try moving backwards but he stops you, “don’t run from me, i’m doing feelings right now. You love when I do feelings.”

You shake your head, “you sound guilty for something.” Peter’s poker face stumbles, just for a second, but you see through him and know your gut feeling was right. “Oh god, what did you do? I swear to god if you fucked another girl in this-”

Peter sits up, causing you to slip down his lap. “No! Stop thinking everything with me is about sex! I like you, I spend time with you, I cuddle with you, I tell you about my day, I tell you about my problems, I’ve never once kicked you out after sex or told you that’s all I care about. I’ve given you more than I’ve ever given anyone else, I mean, I was made for this. I was made for us.”

His words, the last part, it all clicked and rang true. He was guilty, and he was making up for something, he read your story. You didn’t know what to do, or say, he read all your deepest thoughts, something that you held so close to your chest. The thing you made clear wasn’t for his eyes.

He wasn’t who you thought he was, he broke your trust, and for what? It’s not like he’s admitting anything new, he knows you love him and he’s avoiding that with a ten foot pole. The balance is uneven, he knows everything there is to know about you and you know nothing about him.

You shake your head slowly, disbelieving he’d read your secrets, especially after you told him not to. Tears pool in your eyes, blinking once and a tear falls down your cheek.

Peter’s hand reaches out, “hey, c’mon trouble, no reason to cry. I’m sorry if I didn’t… what’d you say?” You can barely get the word out, you feel like all the air has been knocked from your lungs.

“No.” It’s a whisper, it’s all you can get out, you can’t say anything else; you can’t even look at him.

“No?” Peter pulls at your waist, it’s like you’ve been brought back to life. You rip his hands away, scrambling backwards until you nearly fall off the bed. You feel sick when he has the audacity to look confused, while you’re staring at him in horror from the foot of the bed.

“Are you okay, trouble?”

You snap, “don’t!” You gasp for air, “don’t call me that.” Standing you back away from him, scared to turn your back in case he tries to block the door. Peter’s slow with his movements, raising his hands in surrender when he stands with you.

“Trouble, let me just-”

You take a step back when he takes a step forward, “don’t call me that, you don’t get to call me that anymore. You don’t get to call me anything anymore, Parker.”

Peter’s shoulders drop, “hey, c’mon, don’t be like that with me.” He takes a small step forward, your back hits the wall, you see your backpack on the ground and pick it up, holding it in front of you for a buffer if he dares come closer.

“Curiosity kills the cat.”

Your back slides against the wall until you find his door. You know, he knows, you know, at that moment. It’s all over his face, but you don’t want to hear it, you don’t want to hear him, you can’t believe you’ve got enough adrenaline to look him in the eye.

Opening the door behind your back you speak before he can try to get you to stay, your knees feel like they’re trembling.

“And this is dead. I hope it was worth it.”

The second you stepped through the doorway he called out, “trou- fuck,” then shouted your name when you stumbled down the steps, your heart raced when he followed you down, terrified he’d trap you in until you folded.

“Okay, you’re pissed, and that’s fair! But if we could just-” he pauses, pushing the front door shut from above your head, you pull at the handle but he had too much force keeping you in. “- talk about this, and, and, and, if you could see it from my side maybe-”

You can’t listen to him, you need to leave, you can’t breathe, you feel like a caged animal. He’s too close, too loud, he’s holding you hostage. You feel hot, a primal urge to scream and protect yourself running rampant.

You tug at the door so hard his hand jumps, when he pushes in further, and talks louder you lose all focus and control.

Spinning to look in his face, tears and all you scream, catching the attention of everyone on the first floor.

“You’re scaring me!”

You gasp, you can’t breathe, it feels like you’re fighting for air. Peter’s pushed away from you, you’re not sure by who yet, but they tuck you under their arm and open the door. It’s bright, and it makes you squeeze your eyes shut, but you’re able to get a gulp of air.

“C’mon, I’ll take you home. You’re okay, I got you.”

Ethan. Of course it’s Ethan. It’s comforting, you can’t take another step, you collapse in his hold and sob. No words are needed, he holds you and pets your back while you cry. When you felt like you couldn’t cry anymore you pulled away with a sniffle and apologized for ruining his shirt.

“It’s a stupid shirt, wanna go home now?”

You nod and sniffle every so often until you get to your room and send Ethan away with another hug and a promise you’d be okay.

The second you get inside you hightail it to your desk, fishing for the story to shred it. You wanted no reminder of it, you never wanted to see or read it again. You never wanted anyone else to see or read it again.

You felt numb the second it was over, the only thing on your mind was crawling into bed and never leaving again. The thought of seeing Peter on campus made you sick, maybe tomorrow you’ll look into a semester abroad.

You thought you cried it all out, but there’s a new wave and it’s more ferocious than the last.

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If your roommate set you up for this, you’ll kill her.

‘you doin anything today?’

‘nope, why?’

‘forgot to take my keys, hoping you’ll be around to open the door for meeee.’

‘i’ll be waiting.’

And you did just that, it had been three days since you last saw or spoke to Peter and it was slowly getting easier. But when you see something of his, or something he gave you it sends a spike through your heart.

The knocking on your door filled the empty air, it’s been hours of silence. You lug yourself up and open the door, not even bothering to look before spinning back for your bed and dive bombing.

“Welcome back. And, before you ask me, yes, I want to die. Glad to catch you up.” You answered every question she would have in one go, you wanted to wallow in silence. Nuzzling in deeper to the sheets, you waited for a response. She didn’t give one. She must know you need alone time, maybe she’d make herself scarce for the night.

You groan when your phone dings, “I swear to fucking god, Ally, if this is him again I will actually change my number. ‘But what if he’s super sorry!’” you mimicked her words from earlier, “don’t care! He should’ve thought about that before he…”

Who the fuck did you just let in.

Because, Ally just sent a text saying she was sleeping at her boyfriend’s.

You fly up from your sheets, a sheepish Peter Parker rubbing at the back of his neck waved at you.

“Oh, that’s sick. You are so sick, get the fuck out of my room.”

He looks like shit, his clothes are wrinkled, he’s got bags under his eyes, his hair’s undone and greasy and he’s got a spreading bruise on his jawline. You have to swallow down your worry, it’s not your problem anymore.

“Trouble, can we please-”

“I told you not to call me that anymore.”

Peter sighs, he rubs at his eyes and looks tired. Clearing his throat, he starts again with your name, “can we please talk, please?” You shake your head and cross your arms, “no, I can’t trust you anymore. Everything you say could be a lie.”

“Stop. I did a shitty thing, I invaded your privacy and I fucked up. I know I did, I can eat that. I took every bit of trust you had in me, in us, and violated it. I know what I did and I knew how heartbroken you would be, and I own that. But you can’t act like this is who I am, or who I’ve always been.”

“Maybe not, or maybe it’s the person you are now.”

Peter shakes his head, “it’s not, you know it’s not. But, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.” He shifted his weight against your dresser, “when you said I scared you.. I.. fuck, I don’t know. It killed me, like, drained me to nothing. I never, ever wanted to scare you.”

It makes you a little happy to know you made him feel just as bad, but that’s only because of his actions.

“You hurt your own feelings, Peter. I’m not sorry for shit, you terrified me and broke me in one go. You finally accomplished what you were scared of, you fucked this up.”

He feels hopeless, “so there’s nothing I can do to fix it, or save us?”

You shrug, “not really. You created a power imbalance, you know all my feelings about you, including the massive one you’re pretending doesn’t exist-”

Peter looks up, “what, that you love me? I’m not avoiding that, trouble, that’s all I’ve been thinking about, that’s why it’s so important I fix this.” He’d tell you he loves you too but he doesn’t want you to think it’s his easy way out, when he tells you, he wants you to believe it.

He shouldn’t have done it, and not that it matters, but you’ve been craving to know.

“Why did you read it?”

Peter sucks in a breath, “I didn’t plan on it, I came across it when I was looking for your vocab notes. And I knew I should’ve put it down but I read the prompt and remembered you told me I’d be hurt by it, and I couldn’t stop myself.”

You nod absentmindedly, “I’m not trying to excuse it, but recently it felt like you pulled away from me. And I wondered if it was something I was doing, and yeah, it was.”

Does he not understand anything? You pull at your blanket, “and you didn’t ask me? I would’ve been honest, not about the love part, but about feeling like you don’t want me around sometimes.”

“I know what I should’ve done, but it’s not what I did. And I have to own up to that.”

He hurt you. He hurt you and broke you in more ways than one and you don’t know how you can go back.

“It’s unfair, you know too much and I don’t know enough. It doesn’t work.”

Peter’s quick, “anything you want, I mean it. I’ll answer anything or do anything to keep you, keep us.”

There’s only one thing you can think of that could balance the scale, and he’d never go for it.

“I wanna meet your aunt.”

Peter shakes his head like he couldn’t hear you, “huh?” You nod your head, confident in your decision. If he wants it to go back to how it was, that’s what you needed in return. You needed him to take you home, meet his aunt and have you sleep in his childhood bedroom. He needed to make it clear, to the number one person in his life, how much you meant to him.

“I want to meet your aunt,” you paused between each word, making sure he knew exactly what you wanted, loud and clear. He chewed on his bottom lip, you tell he’s bouncing it around in his head.

“If you want to fix things, if you want everything to go back to normal, that’s what I want. I want you to take me home for a weekend to meet your aunt.”

Peter coughed, “a weekend, not a dinner or brunch?”

You grin, “we can do both of those things during a weekend visit.” Peter pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded, “when do you want to do this?”

You play nonchalant, “oh, whenever. I’m free on the weekends, you have a frat to run and oh, I’m sure you have to tell May who I am first.”

“May knows who you are.”

Peter pushed away from your dresser and took a harsh inhale, “if you’re serious about this, we can go next weekend, I’ll call her and set it up.”

Too easy, you don’t trust it.

“Really, that easy, you’re agreeing just like that?”

“You set your price, and I’m paying. Unless there’s something cheaper?”

He has a whole lot to make up for, and that’s just the start. But that would speak a whole lot, it’s a giant step forward, one he couldn’t take back no matter what. If he lets you meet his aunt that means he might love you too.

You kiss your teeth, “I think a few days made you find out just how priceless I am.”

#peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #tasm! peter parker x reader #tasm peter x reader #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker fluff #frat!peter #my writing

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cera-writes · 10 months ago

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Oh my fucking god I loooove your works. Literally fot me giggling, screaming and kicking my feet up in the air reading then

May I ask Remy with an insecure reader who craves someone who loves spoiling reader? Maybe reader never got what they want growing up, so they go to a mall together, and Remy notices reader starring at a lot of things but not buying anything.

Then Remy confronts reader and tells her that it's okay to want things, and that he's happily willing to pay for her

Bonus if reader fights him to split the bill :)

(based on my fantasies and personal experience !!)

thank you so much for considering this!!

A/N: I love this so much. Remy would absolutely steal for you too if it came down to it LOL. Also, I'm so sorry it took so long for me to write this up! I've been extremely busy 😭 Pairing: Remy LeBeau x Reader Prompt: Remy wants to spoil reader so he does just that. Reader is not used to having expensive things.

For You, Anything

The dazzling lights of the mall cast a kaleidoscope of colors across Remy LeBeau's chiseled features, accentuating the playful glint in his eyes. Beside him walked you, a quiet beauty whose gaze drifted longingly over the displays of sparkling jewelry and luxurious clothes. Your fingers fidgeted nervously, a subtle sign of your inner turmoil.

Remy, ever the observant charmer, noticed your silent yearning. He'd seen it before - a flicker of desire followed by a swift retreat into self-doubt. It tugged at his heartstrings, knowing you craved the simple pleasures that life had denied you. He understood the weight of your past, the unspoken scars that made you hesitant to embrace the good things life had to offer.

"Somethin' caught your eye, cher?" he asked softly, tilting his head towards a window showcasing a delicate necklace. The pendant, a shimmering teardrop of sapphire, seemed to mirror the longing in your eyes.

You blushed, your gaze darting away. "Oh, it's nothing," you murmured, a practiced smile masking your insecurity.

But Remy wasn't fooled. He gently took your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Don't be shy, ma belle. It's okay to want things."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "But I..."

"You deserve the world, (Y/N)," he interrupted, his voice laced with sincerity. "And gambit more than happy to spoil you."

A warmth spread through your chest, a mix of disbelief and gratitude. "Remy, you don't have to..."

"But he want to," he insisted, his smile as bright as the midday sun. "Let Gambit show you how much you mean to him."

Reluctantly, you allowed him to lead you into the store. The air hummed with quiet luxury, the scent of polished wood and expensive perfume mingling in the air. Your eyes sparkled as you tried on the necklace, the sapphire catching the light and casting an ethereal glow on your face. It was as if the jewel had awakened a dormant part of you, a part that dared to dream and desire.

At the register, Remy reached for his wallet, but you stopped him, a hesitant glint to your eye. "Are you sure?"

Remy sighed, then placed a kiss to your cheek. "Positive." He paid for your jewelry and you felt seen, cared for.

You were positively blushing as he opened the box and clasped the little dainty necklace around your neck. "It's as beautiful as the person wearin' it."

As you left the store, hand-in-hand, you felt a lightness you hadn't experienced in years. The weight of your past seemed to lift, replaced by a newfound sense of self-worth. Remy's love was a balm to your wounded soul, filling the void you'd carried for so long.

The evening continued with a surprise visit to a fancy restaurant. As the waiter presented the bill, Remy reached for it, but you were quicker.

"No way, Remy," you said firmly, pulling out your wallet. "You bought me the necklace, I'm splitting the bill with you."

He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Are you sure, cher? I don't mind—"

"I insist," you interrupted, meeting his gaze with determination. "It's only fair."

Remy chuckled, his heart overflowing with love for your stubborn independence. He knew it was important for you to feel like an equal partner, not just someone he showered with gifts.

"Alright, ma belle," he conceded, his voice laced with amusement. "But next time, it's on me."

Later that night, nestled in his arms, you whispered, "Thank you, Remy. For everything."

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Don't ever be afraid to want, cher. And remember, I'm always here to give you the world."

#x men 97 #xmen #cera writes #remy lebeau #gambit #gambit x reader #remy lebeau x reader

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rubylace · 2 months ago

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PART 4. WHAT WE DON'T SAY

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pairing: musician!jay x reader (f)

genre: coming-of-age, new adult, personal growth, sexual tension, fams dynamic, lovehate

wordcount: 19k

nb: I took a little bit from jay's enlog

+a/n: [re-up] ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT *sad brutally* luckily I had the notes

You wanted to go backwards, back in time and hug him. Never let him go. Still reeling from his admission, you dug your nails into the back of the couch and said, “I don’t want us to be virtual strangers. You still mean so much to me. The fact that you’re angry at me won’t change that.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I want us to try to be friends again. I want us to be able to sit in the same room and talk to each other, maybe have a few laughs. We’re gonna always own this house together in any case. Someday, we’ll be bringing children here. We need to get along.”

“I'm not gonna have children,” he said emphatically.

The fact that Yunjin had confided in you about Jay’s not wanting kids had skipped your mind.

“She told me.”

“She did, did she? What else did you talk about? My d*ck size? You tell her you got a good look at it?”

You chose not to entertain the quip and stayed with the subject at hand. “Why don’t you want children, Jay?”

“You of all people should understand that it’s asinine to bring a child into this world if you’re not 100% sure of your capabilities. My parents are a prime example of people who should have never procreated.”

“You’re not your parents.”

“No, but I’m a fvcked-up product of their mistakes, and I’m not gonna repeat history.”

It made you immensely sad that he felt that way. Thinking back to how protective he always was of you, you knew Jay would make an amazing father. He just couldn’t see that. Knowing that you had promised yoj wouldn’t rehash the past beyond tonight, an urgent need to get more off your chest overtook you.

“I beg to differ. I think that you are so much stronger as a person because you had to grow up a lot quicker than kids who were coddled and handed everything easily. You’ve given to others what your parents neglected to give you. I’ll never forget how you always managed to make me laugh even when it seemed impossible, how you always knew exactly what I needed, how you always protected me. Those are the qualities that would make someone a good parent. And whether you have children or not, you are an amazing human being. Not only that, your musical talent completely blows me away. It makes me so sad to think of everything that I missed because of my stupidity and fear. I know we’ve both changed somewhat, but I still see all the good in you even when you are trying so hard to hide behind a mask.”

Your eyes started to water, and a teardrop fell. “I miss you, Jay.” It felt like everything had just come pouring out of you before you could think about the consequences of being so open about your feelings.

He startled you when he reached over and swiped a teardrop from your cheek with his thumb, prompting you to close your eyes. His touch felt so good. “I think we’ve talked enough for tonight,” he said.

Nodding, you said, “Okay.”

He lifted himself off the couch and turned off the television. “Come on. Let’s get some air.”

You followed his lead out the front door and down to the beach. You walked in silence for what seemed like an eternity. The night was still except for the sound of the waves crashing. The ocean breeze was calming, and as strange as it was, the silence between us seemed like a therapeutic exorcism of some kind.

It felt as though a huge weight had been lifted because you’d gotten to say what you wanted to. Even though there wasn’t really a clear conclusion to our conflict, it was more closure than you’d ever had with him.

The sound of Jay’s phone interrupted the quiet of your walk. He picked it up. “Hey.”

“Everything is good?”

“That’s great. It’s really happening. What are you doin?”

“Just taking a walk.”

You found it interesting that he didn’t mention he was with you.

“Okay. I love you.”

“Alright. Bye.” After he hung up, you looked at him. “How’s Yunjin?”

“She’s good. She’s going to get to perform tomorrow night because the lead’s grandfather died.”

“Wow. That’s amazing. Well, not that the grandfather died.”

“Yeah. I got that.”

Not another word was spoken until you started to approach the house. Jay pointed to something in the distance. “Do you see that?”

“Where?”

The next thing you knew you felt weightless. Jay had lifted you off your feet and was running toward the shore. Judging from his laughter, there was nothing to point out he’d just been trying to distract you long enough to snatch you up.

He dumped your fully clothed body into the ocean. Salty water ran down your throat and up your nose. Jay immediately ran back to the sand, leaving you to wade through the water after him. He’d planted himself on the sand and was still laughing. He’d taken off his shirt which had gotten wet, and his pants were soaked.

“Do you feel better now?” you huffed.

“A little.” He chuckled. “Actually a lot.”

“Well, good. I’m glad for you,” you said, wringing out your dress.

He stood up. “Let me.” Jay surprised you when he stood behind you and twisted your long hair to help get the water out.

His hands lingered for a few seconds, causing your ribs to tingle. You turned around to distract from it and was met by his brown eyes staring into yours. They were glowing in the reflection of the light coming from your house. He looked heartbreakingly handsome.

Fumbling your words a bit, you said, “Um.. thank you. Well, I suppose I shouldn’t be thanking you, because you caused it.”

“It was a long time coming. I’d wanted to throw you in the water since the first day I got here.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. Really.” He smiled mischievously.

“By the way, why are you still here?”

He squinted. “What do you mean?”

“You could have easily gone back to NY with her. You know that.”

“Are you implying something?”

“I’m not implying anything. I just know that you’ve been using the Yeonjun’s gig as the reason, and I find that hard to believe.”

“What do you want to hear, Y/n? That I’m here because of you?”

“No, I don’t know. I..”

“I don’t know why I’m here. Alright? That’s the truth. It just didn’t feel like it was time to leave.”

“Fair enough.”

“Are you done interrogating me for one night, pain in my ass?”

“Yes.” you smiled. “‘Payne in my ass’” was another name he used to call you. It was a play o the last name, Payne.

“Good.”

“For the record, I’m really glad you stayed.”

He shook his head and rubbed his eyes then said, “Trying to hate you is so exhausting.”

“So, stop trying.”

Your teeth started to chatter, it was getting chilly out.

“We’d better go inside,” he said.

Following him to the house, you couldn’t help thinking that the cold air outside had nothing on the warm feeling inside of me from having reconnected with him tonight.

“You hungry?” he asked.

“Starving, actually.”

“Go change. I’ll make dinner.”

“Really?”

“Well, we gotta eat, don’t we?”

“Yeah. I guess we do. I’ll be back.” You smiled all the way to your room, giddy from the idea of him cooking for you.

When you returned with a dry outfit, your heart fluttered at the sight of Jay standing at the stove. He was still shirtless and wearing his gray beanie while frying some vegetables in a pan.

You cleared your throat. “Smells good. What are you making?”

“Just a teriyaki stir fry with rice seeing as though you have a limited palate. When the hell did you stop eating red meat anyway? You used to be a carnivore.”

He must have remembered how much we enjoyed Burger Barn together in the old days.

“One day, I just woke up and thought about how bizarre it was to be eating a cow. It made no sense. And I just stopped cold turkey.”

“Seriously? That’s kind of ridiculous.”

“Yes.”

“You’ve always been a little bizarre, Y/n. I can’t say that surprises me.”

You winked. “That’s why you love me.” You’d meant it to come out facetiously but immediately regretted using the word love given his prior admission.

When he didn’t respond, you panicked and diarrheal of the mouth developed. “I didn’t mean that you still love me. I was just joking.”

He held out his palm. “Stop while you’re ahead. I knew what you meant.”

You pursed your lips, trying to think of a quick change of subject. “Do you think you’ll go back to playing at Yeonjun’s tomorrow night?”

“Probably.”

“Good. I’m really looking forward to hearing you perform again.”

He grabbed two plates and emptied the contents of the pan onto each of them and slid mine across the counter. “Here.”

“Thank you. This smells delicious.”

The dish he’d made was actually very tasty. He’d added sesame seeds and water chestnuts. “Where did you learn to cook like this?”

“Self-taught. I’ve been cooking for myself for years.”

“Where are your parents now?”

“I thought we were done talking about this stuff.”

“Sorry. You’re right.”

Despite his having said that, he looked up from his plate and answered your question anyway. “My mother moved back to Cincinnati when I was in college. They sold the house. My father lives in.. I don't know, he likes to work abroad.”

“How long after I left did things continue between my mother and him?”

“About a year. My mother found out about what they were doing under our roof and kicked him out. He lived with Helen for a while before things went sour between them.”

“He moved in with her?”

“Yeah.”

You couldn’t believe it.

“My mother kept that from me then. That explains why Ameryn stopped speaking to her around that time. She was mortified by their actions.”

“I spent a lot of time over there with your grandmother before I moved away. She was the only person who kept me sane.”

“Did you ever talk about me to her?”

“She tried to get me to, but I wouldn’t.”

“Do you think she left us both this house because she knew it would force us to face each other?”

“I honestly don’t know, Y/n.”

“I think she did.”

“I had no intention of coming here and trying to make amends with you.”

“No, really? I didn’t catch on.” When he cracked a slight smile, you asked, “Do you still feel the same?”

“Things don’t change overnight. We talked. That’s not gonna erase years of shit that happened. We’re not going to just be able to magically be best friends again.”

“I never expected that.”

Playing with the remnants of your food, you thought long and hard before speaking again. “I’m just gonna say one last thing. And then I promise I won’t harp on it anymore.”

“I wouldn’t put money on that.” When his mouth curved into another smile, it was enough to give me the confidence to spill your guts one last time.

“I'll probably spend the rest of my life wondering what would have happened if I hadn’t run away, if I’d just put my fear aside and told you everything I was feeling. You told me tonight that you were in love with me back then. I truly didn’t know that, Jay, but I wish I had. I really had no clue you felt that way. I need you to know that I loved you, too. I just had a really shitty way of showing it. And to think that you spent all of these years hating me. I just want you to be happy. If being around me makes you angry or stressed, then I don’t want to force anything, and if that’s the case, maybe it is best that we keep our distance. But if there’s a chance that we can truly be friends again, I would want nothing more. And I’m not stupid. Of course, I know it won’t happen overnight. That’s it. I won’t say anything else about it.”

You got up from the table and put your plate in the dishwasher. “Thank you for dinner and for talking to me. I’m gonna turn in early.”

Just as your foot hit the first step to go upstairs, his voice stopped me. “I never hated you. I couldn’t hate you if I tried. Believe me, I have tried.”

Turning around and smiling, I said, “Good to know.”

“Good night, Payne in my ass.”

“Good night, Jay.”

You was having my morning coffee when a text notification lit up you phone. It was from Dr. Dino. ‘How about dinner tomorrow night?’

You pondered your reply. It would probably do you some good to take advantage of a distraction from Jay. Since your talk the other night, things had been more cordial between both. At least he was no longer avoiding you. After he performed last night, you actually drove home from Yeonjun’s together. It was a quiet ride, but it was a step in the right direction. So, things were as good as they could have been.

The problem was you. You still couldn’t curb your attraction to him and didn’t know where to draw the line on your emotions. You thought about him every second of the day. You’d be going your separate ways soon, not to mention the not insignificant detail of his committed relationship with Yunjin.

You would never do anything intentionally to jeopardize that. But you still couldn’t control your feelings. Your fingers forced out a response to Dino. ‘Tomorrow night sounds great. Just let me know what time.’

Jay’s deep morning voice startled me. “I see you made coffee fusion.”

You jumped, quickly putting down the phone.

He snickered. “Oh. Did I interrupt something? You texting a boy?”

“No.”

He glared at you suspiciously. “Liar.”

A nervous laugh escaped you. “Want some coffee?”

“Trying to change the subject?”

“Maybe.”

“So, who was it?”

“Dino.”

“Dr. Dino?”

“Yes.”

“Ever heard of stranger dinosaur?”

“Yes.”

“They created that term about him.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I’m pretty sure. Yeah.” He poured himself a mug of coffee and turned to me again. “Seriously? Dr. Cheesehall? You’re gonna go out with him?”

Nodding, you said, “Tomorrow night. What’s your problem with him anyway?”

“He’s disrespectful.”

“In what way?”

“That guy was eyeing you before he even confirmed we weren’t together.”

“Maybe he’s just perceptive.”

“How?”

“He sensed your disdain toward me. It was quite obvious.”

“Where’s he taking you?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“You should find out.”

“What does it matter?”

“In case you go missing, I’ll know where to tell the police to start looking.”

Evening rolled around, and you had absolutely no clue what to wear. Dino said he was taking you to this restaurant on the water in nearby Tiverton. It was going to be a humid night, so you opted for a lightweight floral tube dress that you’d bought one afternoon while out shopping with Yunjin earlier this summer.

You could hear Jay panting from down the hall. Didn’t dare go over there to assess the situation after what happened the last time, you found myself witness to that jerk-off jamboree. After several minutes, what sounded like punching was added into the mix.

You broke your vow to stay out of it and marched out of your room to check things out. It turned out that Jay was in the exercise room beating the shit out of an Everlast punching bag.

Beads of sweat were dripping down his sculpted back. The room smelled of sweat mixed with his cologne. His hair was drenched. He had headpone in, and you could hear the music blasting through them. Gritting his teeth, he hit the black rubber contraption harder and harder. Your heart beat faster with every punch.

When you inched cautiously closer, he growled, “Get out of the way.”

you flinched as his arm swung dangerously close to you.

You backed up but stayed watching him from the corner of the room. you’d seen him working out before but never like this. He was like a beast, so strong and virile. It occurred to you that with Jade gone so long, he must have been sexually frustrated.

Maybe that was why he was taking it out on the punching bag. Whatever the reason, you was transfixed by the energy he was expending and found yourself unable to take your eyes off him.

He suddenly stopped, lowering the headphones on his neck, and moved over to the doorway where he’d set up a metal bar for pull ups. Your eyes followed.

He jumped down from the bar and wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. “Nothing better to do than to watch me work out? Aren’t you supposed to be getting dressed for a date?”

“I'm dressed.”

“That’s Yunjin’s dress, isn’t it?”

“No. It’s the same one she has, but this one is mine. We both bought these from the same shop on clearance the same day.”

“It looks normal on her. On you…it looks ridiculous.”

Your stomach sank. “Are you saying I’m fat?”

“No, but your body is different than hers. That dress looks obscene on you.”

Looking down at yourself, you suddenly felt naked. “What are you talking about?”

“You want me to spell it out?”

“Yes.”

He came up behind you, grabbing your shoulders and positioning you in front of the full-length mirror on the wall. Shivers ran down your spine from the feel of his rough hands on you.

“Look. Your tits are busting out of it. Your nipples are poking out of the middle of those daisy flowers.”

Your mind was in a fog because all you could see was you in the mirror with Jay’s hot, sweaty body behind you. Then, he flipped you around fast and his stare was burning into yours.

He was too close for comfort, and your legs felt like they were going to collapse under you from the surge of sexual awareness. “Look at your ass in the mirror. The material can barely wrap around it. You think Dr. Diilittle is going to be able to look you in the eyes when you’re dressed like that?”

“You really think this looks that bad?”

He suddenly walked away from you and returned to the pull-up bar. Your nipples were tingling. You just wanted his hands on you again. “I think it makes you look like a whore,” he said before doing a few more reps in silence.

He hopped down, the weight of his body causing a large thump against the wood floor. “You really are that oblivious, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You never did have any clue what kind of effect you have on people.”

“Be specific, please.”

“When we were younger, you would sit on my lap, put your hands on me, run your fingers through my hair, hug me all of the time with your massive tits pressed against me. I spent half of my teenage years walking around with a hard on that I couldn’t do anything about. The entire time you apparently had no clue.”

“I didn’t.”

“I know that now. And you have no idea how many times I had to defend you behind your back. Guys talking about your body, saying sexual things about you right in front of my face. Do you have any clue how many fights I got into because of you?”

“You never told me.”

“No. I didn’t. Because I was trying to protect your feelings. I tried so hard to fucking protect you from shit, and that was the one thing that bit me in the ass in the end.”

“I’m sorry.”

He held his hands up. “You know what? Never mind. My bad. Let’s not do this again. I told you we were done talking. And we are.”

“Okay.”

“I’d like to continue my work out in peace if you don’t mind.”

“Alright.”

Back in your room, you could hear that he’d returned to the punching bag in full force. Still reeling from his words, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was right. Maybe you was really just a clueless person.

But he never exactly expressed his feelings to you back then, either. “Was I supposed to be a mind reader?” you felt like you needed to make that point. It was bugging you. You returned down the hall and spoke through his violent hooks to the bag.

“The other night you asked me why I never told you how I felt. Well, clearly you didn’t have the balls to tell me how you felt, either.”

Jay stopped punching but kept his arms on the bag, leaning against it. He took a few seconds to catch his breath. “I thought it was understood. How much more obvious could I have been? All the f*cking songs I wrote you? Did you ever even see me with any other girls?”

“No. But you did admit to kissing someone before that night at Sunghoon’s.”

“I did kiss one girl before that night. Wanna know why? Because I didn’t want to be clueless as to what the f*ck I was doing when I finally got the courage to kiss you. I never considered it a real kiss. I wanted my first real one to be with you. I wanted everything with you. But I was afraid you were too young, so I was waiting. I didn’t want to rush things and ruin it. But you’re right. A part of me also didn’t have the balls to tell you how I felt.”

“I wish you had. You were being careful, and I was just clueless. Together, we were…careless.”

“Careful plus clueless equals careless? Did you just make that up right now?”

“Yes.”

“That’s pretty cheesy.”

“Thanks a lot.”

“You’d better get ready for your date with Trapper Dinosaur.”

You laughed, relieved that he was smiling about things now. “Will you help me?”

“Help you? What the f*ck do you need help with?”

“Help me pick out what to wear. Because I think you’re right. This is a little skimpy.”

“A little skimpy? Hustler would be calling you tomorrow if I sent them a picture.”

“Alright. A lot skimpy.”

“You can’t figure this shit out on your own? It’s pretty simple. You cover your tits and ass. Done.”

“Yeah. But I still want to look good. You know I have a tendency to pick weird stuff. Potato sack couture and all. I feel like I go from one extreme to the other, and I don’t know how to dress in between.”

“Fine.” Jay let out an exhausted breath and followed you to your room.

You started to take dresses out of your closet, throwing them on the bed one by one. “How about this?”

“Slutty.”

“This one?”

“Sluttier.”

“Okay. This?”

“You got Birkenstocks to go with it?”

“Alright? This one?”

“Well, that would be one way to get rid of him.”

You covered your face. “Aargh! This is so frustrating.”

“I know a solution.”

“What?”

“Don’t go on the date.”

“Because I can’t figure out what to wear?!”

“Yeah. I think you should stay home.”

“You just don’t like him.”

“You’re damn right.”

“Again, why?”

“He just wants in your pants, Y/n.”

“Well, he’s not getting in my pants.”

“You sure about that?”

“I don’t sleep with guys on the first date.”

He lifted his brow skeptically. “You’ve never slept with a guy on the first date?”

“Well…”

“Exactly.”

“Even if I wanted to sleep with him which I don’t, it wouldn’t be tonight.”

“Why is that?”

“I stabbed myself again.”

He shook his head and chuckled when he figured out you was referring to your period. “I see.”

“Why do you think that he’s only interested in me for my body anyway?”

“It was his eyes. I don’t trust them. You can tell a lot about someone by the look in their eyes. His gave me a bad vibe.”

“Well, I have more going for me than my tits and ass. So, hopefully you’re wrong.”

“You’re right. You have nice deep-set dimples when you smile, too.”

My body felt flush from the compliment that had come out of the blue. I didn’t know how to respond, so I simply said, “Shut up.”

“Just be careful,” he said seriously, reaching into his back pocket. “Speaking of which.. take this with you.” It was his old red Swiss Army knife from when you were younger.

“You still have this?”

“I’ll never stop needing this.”

“You really want me to take this with me?”

“Yes.”

Taking it from him, you said, “Okay.”

“Are we done here?”

“We still haven’t picked out what I’m wearing.”

Jay walked over to your closet nd ran his hand slowly along the lineup of outfits, eventually stopping at a simple black sleeveless dress that was far from revealing. It looked more like something you could wear to a funeral. Actually, it was the dress you had bought to wear to Ameryn’s funeral before you realized she had explicitly written that she didn’t want one. She wanted to just be cremated with her ashes thrown in the ocean without any fanfare.

“This one? Really?”

He held the dress in his hand. “Don’t ask for my help if you’re not gonna listen.”

“Okay. This one it is.” I took it from him and watched as he made his way out the door. Your eyes focused on the rectangular tattoo on his back.

Even though you always thought it was sexy as hell, you was never able to get a good enough look at it for some reason until now. “Jay.”

He turned around. “Yeah.”

“What is that tattoo on your back?”

His body stiffened. “It’s a bar code.”

“That’s what I thought. I always wondered. Does it mean anything?”

Refusing to answer my question, he simply said, “Get dressed. You don’t want to be late for Dr. D!ck.”

“Dino!”

“Yeah. Whatever you say, Payne.”

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Little information that reader only knows Karlheinz under the name Sakamaki Sougo so they'll call him that throughout the one-shot.

Summary: You should have never allowed your emotions to get the better of you. You should have kept only a strictly professional relationship with Sakamaki Tougo. Now as you find yourself in his apartment after one passionate night you can't stop your heart from quivering with guilt and fear, wondering if this will be the final blow to push your life already hanging to its last threads into the abyss.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, manipulation, isolation, mentions of dub-con

Word Count: 1.7k

Prompt 50

Hot steam rose from the cup of coffee that he placed down in front of you. Pale fingers was the only part of him that your vision, strictly focused on the table, could see. Memories of last night briefly resurfaced, of those very fingers reverently tracing over your skin. You quickly shook your head the moment those images crossed your mind, reprimanding yourself mentally though your inner voice sounded far too meek for it to be taken seriously.

"You're distressed."

Your body reacted before your brain did, warmth blossoming in your chest, your stomach, your cheeks as his baritone voice stated the simple observation. Pleasant and soothing, it was a sound you would have gladly drowned yourself into.

Already you found yourself longing for the sensation of cool skin pressed against your heated one and of that voice whispering gently in your ears, lulling you gently into a dreamful sleep where only he existed.

Soft scrapes of chair legs being dragged across the floor reached your ears as you could see how he took a seat right next to you. All of his attention, solely on you. Right now you were in a position many other women and even men longed to be in, your heart fluttering in your heart. A part of you indeed felt the exhilaration, the thrill, the bliss. Every euphoric emotion that came with the knowledge that Sakamaki Tougo had revealed his feelings for you.

However...

Teeth sank into your bottom lip to prevent the quiver that threatened to show. Your deadline had already passed, your last chance snuffed out just like that. Your promotion was gone. Your professional image was most likely gone as well. Even if no one would be able to prove that you had slept with Sakamaki Tougo the rumors would be unstoppable. After all quite a lot of people knew that you had been heading to his apartment after he had accepted your request to hold an interview with you.

It was all over for you.

You weren't even aware of the teardrops that escaped your eyes. Not until the sensation of his cool fingers brought it to your attention, your skin tingling as he touched you.

A teary gaze met golden eyes which were observing you calmly, shortly following a single tear that slid down your cheeks as if the sight was something utterly captivating to him before focusing on your damp orbs once more.

His hands reached out, gently opening your own that you had subconsciously balled into tight fists before embracing them. The hold he had on your hands stabilised you in a way, soothing yet subtly smothering at the same time.

You needed that reassurance though, your heart which was torn apart between blissful peace and existential dread yearning for comfort from someone. Sougo felt in that moment like the only person who could give you what you were seeking out, like the only person you wanted to seek out.

"Sougo..."

Your voice was but a small tremble as you stared into those golden eyes, so collected and poised that your mind and body felt docile and weak, only strengthening your urge to rely on him right now.

"Yes, my heart?"

"I'm scared..."

It was strange. As you looked at him it felt like he was already well-aware of every tiny emotion you were experiencing. Normally it should have made you uncomfortable to be so exposed yet with Sougo it didn't feel that way. Instead it felt almost reassuring, knowing that he knew everything about you already which meant that you didn't have to pretend.

"Tell me why," he demanded with a voice as soothing as summer rain, his gaze only seeing you. Every single tear, every tremor of your body even the feeling of your sweaty palms due to your increasing nervousness. It was all nothing but the finest art in his eyes. You were his Magnum Opus he had searched for.

"I-I-I-"

"Take a deep breath."

Your chest rose and sank shakily as you followed his advice so that you could form a proper sentence.

"I'm probably going to lose my job. I don't know what to do now," you pressed out, quivers interrupting any steady tone you tried to infuse your words with. It was impossible for you to regain your control in this situation. You were scared and felt unsure of your own feelings.

Temporary silence filled the room, only interupted by your quiet sobs. Sougo on the other hand studied your every reaction very closely, appearing thoughtful.

Then he slowly moved closer, gauging your confused yet elated reaction to it all. How desperately you itched to close that difference, to be embraced once more in his hold.

"Do you regret what we did last night?"

Your heart immediately answered that question for you, lurching painfully as his question registered in your mind.

No. Never.

It was your conscience that was the sole reason for your guilt. You had principles you wanted to uphold, work ethics you should have followed only to throw it all away in the face of your infatuation.

The golden gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips as if considering the answer he had extracted from you despite you not having uttered one single word.

Guilt. It was such a silly, little notion. One he would most likely never understand.

"I don't. It was beautiful, (y/n). You were beautiful."

His gaze found yours again as he told you that last sentence, only adding to the fluttering euphoria you knew you shouldn't feel. It was difficult though, especially since it was far more tempting to numb your mind with bliss than to confront yourself with your own morals.

"I-I think it was beautiful too..." you admitted, your voice only a whisper as if you were afraid that stating it loudly would be like confessing to a sin you shouldn't have committed in front of god himself.

"It's just-well..." you trailed off, you didn't know how to finish the rest of the sentence. However, you should have known that Sougo already knew very well what was going on in your head.

"It's just hard for you knowing that this might cost you your job."

A shaky exhale left your lips as you nodded. You hadn't looked at your phone since you had woken up, far too terrified to see any notifications of missed calls and unread messages from your co-workers or even your boss.

"Let me handle it for you then."

Your eyes widened a smidge. Warmth blossomed in your heart whilst your mind could only imagine how much worse rumors would get if Sakamaki Sougo himself would ask from your boss to forgive you.

"No.Youdon'thaveto.Icanhandlei-"

One of his fingers rested on your lips, stopping your breathless rambling and forcing your thoughts back on him. Your heart was throbbing in your chest and you wondered if he could hear it.

"Why? Why would you do all of this to me? For me?"

"I told you already last night, didn't I?"

His face was only inches away from you, your heartbeat increasing as it begged for the distance to be closed.

"I love you."

Cold lips covered yours, your hands instinctively grabbing onto his tighter as your emotions threatened to burst. It felt unnatural how dizzy one simple kiss from him made you feel. It was addicting, his lips experienced and confident.

As soon as he pulled away you had to ground yourself for a few seconds, your mind spinning. Still, his face was still way too close for you to even attempt to regain a sliver of composure. Somehow you didn't want to either.

Not when he looked at you as if you were the finest artwork worth nothing but admiration and reverence.

“Tell me, is love supposed to be…this passionate?”

Your breath stuttered in your throat as your mind struggled to find the right words, any words for that matter, to answer his question.

"I... I think love is a very different experience for everyone."

Maybe other people would have scoffed or rolled their eyes at your response but Sougo truly seemed like he took your answer into consideration.

"What is love for you then?"

What was love for you?

"I don't know," you pressed out thinly, scared that your answer might displease him. You couldn't detect anything from only trying to read his face alone.

"Don't worry," he assured you soothingly, one of his hands resting on your forehead, his thumb gently applying pressure against the skin.

Sleepiness started to seep into your body, your eyelids growing heavy as your body leaned forward to rest against his own. You immediately relaxed as soon as he wrapped his arms around you, his embrace strong and adoring.

"We'll figure the answer to that question out together."

For him had started as fascination. Then appreciation. Ultimately it became a possessive feeling that was as deep and thick yet also as serene as the ocean on a sunny day. On the surface levels everything appeared to be tranquil and harmless but the deeper it went the darker and oppressing everything became.

That was love.

Or at least it was the name Karlheinz knew how to love you. How many centuries had he tried to understand how to feel emotions himself? How many nights had passed where he had studied the emotion humans referred to as love, the feeling that drove people into bliss and agony, into happiness and insanity?

Throughout all of his studies love had always been the emotion that he had struggled to understand the most. Fear, joy, sadness and rage were of a simple structure that was easy to predict. Love on the other hand was always tied to all of human's emotions as if it couldn't come without bringing other feelings with it. Where love was there was also fear. Where love was there was also joy. Where love was there was also sadness. Where love was there was also rage.

How could it be that one singular emotion could give birth to so many other feelings within one's heart? How could love, meant to bring only joy and elation, push people beyond insanity? It was if love had an unlimited potential to bring out either the worst or the best in humans and it was this potential that had captured Karlheinz's interest.

Love turned everyone it infected into a slave for its power and allure, the strongest emotion of all. Humans were nothing but unfortunate victims, far too weak to conquer that blooming feeling.

Karlheinz was no human though nor was he a mere vampire. He was someone much more powerful. Someone who would conquer even love.

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