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you look at GALE like he’s the most amazing being in all the realms. you know that he doesn’t get it; his life is one that has been rife with mistakes, he’s not deserving of such high praise from someone as wonderful as yourself. but nonetheless you gaze at him from across camp as if he hung the moon and the stars, pulling them down from their place in the universe just so you could see them. for all the books he’s read and all the lives he’s lived you know he could’ve never imagined loving someone as deeply as you, nor could he have ever imagined finding someone who loved him regardless of the danger he posed. he still apologizes for lying to you about his curse, convinced he could continue on bearing the weight of his sins all alone, but you assure him that you’re here for him now and that’s all that really matters. you wonder how long now will be, but you have to keep on believing that you’ll find some way to make it last a properly long time. you like to imagine the kind of future you’ll live with him, thinking about all the places you have yet to see and all the things you have yet to do. in the moments just before you succumb to sleep you watch him drifting off, never tiring of the serene sight of him sleeping. you admire his beauty both inside and out, and thank the gods for making your path cross with his. when you lay your head down you dream of the lives you’ve yet to lead, and all the ways you’ve yet to remind gale that you love him more than anything.
spoilers for the final episode of aot
EREN visits you one last time before the rumbling. he knows that once he dies the memory will return to you, sharp as a knife in the heart, and he will be glad that he won’t have to see the way it will make you sob. he knows you will look much the same as you do now, with your hands that he once loved to watch nimbly operate the odm gear balled in the fabric of his shirt. he looks down at you stoically as you yell at him, begging him not to do this, begging him to run away with you, begging him to give you just a little more time. but you don’t know—you will never know, he guesses—that he doesn’t want to leave you either. he wants you to be his forever, however long forever is for him. and he wants forever to last far longer than the handful of weeks that separates him from his final fate. he knows that he cannot change the events that will come to pass, but he desires so deeply for the ability to grant the wishes that you tearfully press into his chest. he holds you now, for the last time, hoping that when you remember him you do so with love in your heart. he knows a part of you will hate him for what he will do, and he has forced himself to make peace with that, but he hopes that you’ll remember him as he was before. as the boy who pined after you from the moment you met in scout training, hating every second that jean tried (and failed) to flirt with you. he hopes that you will remember him as the person who held you every time you cried. as the person who tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed you in the soft candlelight the night after you first saw the ocean. he knows he’s not the same now, but he isn’t lying when he says that he did so much of it for you. if you can make it out alive, at least, this will all have been worth it. and if you remember to love him even after he’s gone, it will make the pain of his sins just a bit easier to bear.
warnings: mild nsfw, f!reader
you never fancied yourself the type to believe in an almighty, benevolent higher power, but when you’re with ASTARION you swear you can taste a bit of that divinity. it crackles beneath your skin, hot as lightning between your legs. you can feel it pound in your heart and swirl in your head, your entire body begging for a release of the insurmountable pressure built within you. it grips you with such a ferocity that when he oh so gently asks to taste your blood you’re all too eager to agree. and when he sinks his teeth into your neck you feel your blood spill forth like sweet ambrosia, sticky as the juice from the forbidden fruit running down his chin. you are painted with the vibrant touch of his fingers running across every hill and valley of your body, crafted for the purpose of this exactly moment. you sing a song of heaven when he finally allows your release, gripping his consecrated flesh as you slowly descend to your mortal form. you can see the shift in his eyes every time it ends, always as sacred as if it were the first time. and thus another turn of this divine cycle is complete; the process of love and being loved, and of its almighty power to change even the most frigid of hearts.
“the rain falls when the hydro dragon cries”
the rain falls in heavy droplets that slam against the ground when NEUVILLETTE watches you walk through the streets of fontaine with one man or another fawning over you, hanging on your every word as if it were divine knowledge. it falls when he watches you push up your umbrella, deftly avoiding puddles as you try to stay dry on your way to work. he stands there, looking out of the windows that border the halls of the court, wondering what it would be like to tread the same path with you every morning, no longer a stranger to the softness of your touch. the rain patters against the sidewalks when he overhears you talking about how serious he seems, how you wish you could have a conversation with him but you’re too intimidated to get much closer than you are now. he spends the rest of his walk thinking of all the ways he could try and—oh, how did you word it?—lighten up a little bit. the rain falls sideways in thick sheets when he watches you linger outside his closed door, debating on whether or not to knock. you always abandon your intentions at the last moment, assuming (quite incorrectly) that he’s far too busy to talk about trivial things with you. the rain falls in droplets so sharp they sting your skin every time he hesitates, convinced he’ll scare you away with his severity, with the harsh look that always seems to rest in his lavender eyes. he promises he’ll never look at you that way; how could he? all he needs is a chance. he’ll find the right words and so will you, and neither of you will have the false belief that one is too busy or too standoffish or too anything for the other. and then one day the clouds will part in fontaine, and he will finally know the comfort of your touch.
the hydro dragon will no longer have a reason to cry, for he will finally have someone to love and protect.
note: there was a one-off line in land vs air where one of the managers asks akaashi if he wants her to tell bokuto there was a cute girl in the crowd watching him....so i ran with it. (f! reader)
in high school BOKUTO never caught on to the fact that his teammates motivated him with the alluring possibility of a hot girl cheering him on from somewhere in the stands. he left every game with a slight tinge of disappointment, unsure of why none of these supposed fans ever wanted to talk to him. they're just shy, his teammates assured him, clapping him on the back and telling him not to worry so much, but there was a part of him that just couldn't believe it was true. when he got older and maybe a little bit wiser he realized that it was enough to have people in the stands at all, that just seeing fans come to games wearing his msby jersey would always give him an exhilarating rush of dopamine. and just when he'd thought he'd finally made peace with it you showed up, nervously waiting outside of the stadium with a sharpie in one hand and a spare jersey in the other. you'd almost let him pass you by, but something that felt just a little bit like fate drew your footsteps toward him. when you called out his name it looked as if he had stars in his eyes for you, taking your shaking hands in his as he accepted the jersey. you bit back a giggle as you watched him hopelessly balance on one knee, scrawling his signature over the numbers on the back. when he looked back up at you he was beaming brighter than he ever did on the court, lighting up the night sky more than any star ever could. i never thought this would actually happen, he said, parroting the very words that still hovered on your tongue, a pretty girl really wanted to talk to me after a game! and when you looked down as you walked back to your car, heart still pounding away in your ears, you saw that in the curve of the 2 there was a phone number just waiting for you to text it.
it’s always been you.
sasuke x f!reader
warnings: gore/violence, angst, canon-divergent (instead of sasuke leaving he just disappeared; the reader takes the place of sakura but with different jutsus/skills. i also diverged from the original story of the fairytale a bit)
notes: i recently watched the movie belle (i highly recommend it!) and i absolutely fell in love with it. i thought sasuke would be a perfect fit for a beauty and the beast retelling, so i took a few liberties with the source material. enjoy!
You were confident you’d never been more anxious in your entire life. Even your first mission felt like a walk in the park compared to the fear that currently had a vice grip on your entire body. Your heart pounded in your ears so loud you doubted you’d even be able to hear your name get called. Your chest hurt with such a ferocity that it felt as if something was slowly cracking your ribs one by one. Your hands shook so much you could barely pull the scroll out of your pocket to check (for the fifth time) if you were in the right place at the right time.
There had to have been some kind of mistake, you thought to yourself, heart leaping into your throat at the sight of Shizune, I’m nowhere near strong enough to be going on a mission like this.
“I’m glad you could make it here on such short notice, (Name). I know this is all a bit sudden, but I figured you were the best person to take on a mission like this.”
All you could do was bow and utter a meek, “Of course, m’lady.”
dmc boys + love languages
DANTE gives words of affirmation and likes to receive quality time. he’s a big believer in taking you with on most all of the jobs he gets, and is always quick to tell you that you’re doing a good job even if you don’t necessarily think you are. this extends to the bedroom too, where he’s always telling you how good you are in bed and how lucky he is to have you. in turn he likes to spend as much time as he can with you, especially if he’s been out on a solo job for any amount of time longer than two days. any time you ask he waves you off and says he just likes spending time with you, but you know deep down that it’s because he’s scared there will come a day when forces beyond his control take you away from him. whether that be death or vergil, he can’t know, but it scares him to think that that day might come sooner than he expects. so just in case he spends every hour he can with you, making sure you know that he loves you more than anything, and that he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure he’s able to keep telling you that for a long time.
VERGIL isn’t always around much, but when he is he usually gives acts of service and likes receiving words of affirmation. neither are ordinary displays of affection, however, though you knew as much when you became involved with him. he is incredibly protective of you, and will take any sort of advance on you as a personal challenge. if he catches wind of anyone mistreating you they are swiftly taken care of—the only exceptions being a short list of people you’ve deemed off limits. in turn he thrives off of being congratulated for what he’s done, and being given the motivation to continue on the path to what he will do. it’s a sort of unspoken expectation that you’ll be there with him when he finally achieves the ultimate power he’s always sought, and that you will continue to be his biggest supporter until that day comes. to the outside world your relationship with him may seem very strange and controlling, but you know better than anyone else that you’re one of the few beings he has ever cared for.
NERO, much like his father, likes giving acts of service, but he likes to receive physical touch. he’s said it before and he’ll say it a thousand times if he has to—he will always be there to protect you. even on easy missions where you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself he’ll insist on getting updates whenever you’re able, always worried that something will happen to you that he could’ve been there to stop. on occasion you’ll find it annoying, especially when he’s constantly blowing up your phone, but on the whole you find it endearing that he’s so worried about making sure you’re safe. you worry too, always wrapping him in a tight hug every time he comes back from a long mission, barely able to keep your hands off of him for a solid three days afterwards. he loves it, though. he’s particularly fond of the few moments of down time the two of you are able to enjoy, when he gets to lay in your lap and feel your fingers trace lazy lines through his scalp. you’re the only person he allows to touch him the way you do, because he knows you’ll be gentle. he knows that no matter what he is or what he’s done, your arms will always be his refuge.
V likes giving a blend of gifts and quality time, and receiving quality time in return (somewhat secretly he also loves physical touch, but he’s too shy to directly ask for it). he’s quite fond of leaving you lines from poems folded up and stuck in unexpected places, always picking the perfect excerpts to fit whatever mood you’re in. anything that catches his eye around town is almost always bought for you, and if he’s ever unsure he’ll conspicuously ask you how you feel about whatever it is. when you asked him once why he got you so many gifts he first said it was because he enjoyed seeing you smile the way you did when you saw what he’d given you, but after some prying he admitted that he wanted you to have something to remember him by. and in turn he hopes to spend as much time as he can with you, providing you both with a bevy of happy memories to look back on. he loves nothing more than being able to steal a quiet moment away with you, delighting in the feeling of your hands gently cupping his face, assuring him that no matter what happens you’ll be right by his side. even the quiet moments that are nothing more than the two of you reading side by side on the couch are enough for him. as long as you’re there, every hardship is a bit easier to bear.
Something for shisui and izuna uchiha pls?
sorry anon i’m not taking requests!
you think there’s still good left in SASUKE. sasuke who betrayed the leaf. sasuke who used to be konoha’s brightest rising star. sasuke of team seven, kakashi’s student. sasuke who plucked a rice ball from your lunch because if i don’t get it naruto will. sasuke who left you here, alone, confused, angry, hurt. but you know that some part of his heart hasn’t been completely corrupted by hatred and revenge yet. you know that he still bends down to pet any cat he sees, always knowing the perfect place to scratch behind its ears. you hope that he misses you sometimes—or at the very least hasn’t forgotten you entirely. you tell yourself, promise yourself, that one day he’ll be back and things will be different but they’ll be better because he’ll be here with you again. and even if you have to spend the rest of your life telling people all the ways you know there’s still good left in sasuke uchiha you’ll do it because that’s what love is, that’s what love means to you. and you’re sure now that love is all either of you ever wanted.
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𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓴𝔂𝓾𝓾
𝓑𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓸𝓾 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝓓𝓸𝓰𝓼
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𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻
★ warmth and home [tanjiro kamado]
𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻
𝓓𝓻. 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓮
𝓝𝓪𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓸
𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓼
𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓟𝓲𝓮𝓬𝓮
𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓽
𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓜𝓪𝓷
𝓨𝓾-𝓖𝓲-𝓞𝓱!
𝓣𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓷
holding on to our little moment, i’ll never forget it as long as i live.
vash the stampede x gn!reader
warnings: angst, takes place before the end of trigun stampede but may contain mild spoilers
notes: (the title is actually lyrics from stay with me (mayonaka no door) by miki matsubara. i thought it was a good fit for the fic.) i’m out to hurt my feelings with this one tonight y’all
Home was not a place to Vash the Stampede, it was a person.
You.
No matter where he ran you were always right there beside him, and it was a fact he allowed himself to take solace in. But fear was an ever present nip at Vash’s heels—fear that he would run somewhere you couldn’t follow, fear that Nai would take you away from him too. So Vash made a compromise: you could stay, but you could never know. Because as long as you never knew that Vash loved you, no one could hurt you, right?
But you saw it differently. You saw it as Vash pushing you away every time you got too close, always keeping you at arm’s length. You guessed you were only ever meant to be a companion, something a little better at conversation than a dog. The pain of it stabbed at you if you thought about it too long; the exact same way that it did tonight.
You had set up your tent but couldn’t sleep, the pallet beside you as empty as ever. You’d been tossing and turning to no avail, always just as awake as you had been five minutes ago. You sighed and pulled on your jacket, shivering against the cold breeze that rolled through the tent when you opened the flap.
You could see Vash sitting on one of the small dunes nearby, staring off into the distance. You chewed at your lip. A question burned in the back of your mind, leaving behind footprints in the sand as it led you to where Vash sat. You eased yourself into the sand, dusting it off your hands as you settled into place.
“Do you even want me with you anymore?” You blurted out, watching Vash startle and scramble to refute your question.
“What? Of course not! Why would you ever think something like that, (Name)?”
“Every time I try to get to know you beyond the most basic information you always blow me off with some half assed answer.” You huff out a breath, pulling your knees up toward your chest. “You always introduce me to people as your friend, but I barely know you, Vash.”
Vash turned his gaze away from you, looking down at the hands that rested on his knees through the space between them. “You’re right. And I’m sorry for that. But…it’s for your own good.”
Tears pricked at your eyes. “For my own good?! Vash, we’ve been traveling together for over a year now! I’ve been shot at, stabbed, damn near blown up, and you think I can’t handle knowing something as simple as your last name?”
“Don’t have one.”
You were too mad for this to give you true pause, but it did cause a quizzical look to pass over your face. “I’d rather know you don’t want me around than to stay here and pretend like you do! You seem like you’d be much happier without me here, so just go ahead and tell me to leave!”
Vash kept on looking out into the distance, his turquoise eyes slowly shutting as he softly uttered, “I don’t deserve to be happy. And I shouldn’t be keeping you from being happy either.”
You felt as if you’d been gutted. All you could do was stare at Vash, swallowing back tears with all your might. “You….you can’t mean that.”
“It’s true. Because of me you’re going to have to leave too. I just…don’t want it to be because you got killed. I couldn’t live knowing I could’ve stopped it.”
“Vash…”
Vash finally turned to look at you, his tears glittering like stars in the pale blue moonlight. “I can’t lose you, (Name). I…I love you.”
You couldn’t hold your tears back any longer. You sobbed into the silent night, the full impact of Vash’s words hitting you at once. You didn’t know what Vash was really running from, and you doubted you ever would, but you knew now more than ever that you were going to keep on running with him. As long as it took, as fast as your legs could carry you. You’d be there. And when the time came to finally face it, you’d be there too. You had to be. Because you loved Vash too, and no force on any planet could change that.
“I’ve been so scared of how things would end, I never really let them start,” Vash admitted, “but I can’t keep running forever. Not from this, at least.”
You reached over and took Vash’s hand in yours.
“I’m real sorry I put you through all of this. You didn’t deserve it.”
“Thank you, Vash.”
“Do you still want to keep going with me? I understand if you don’t.”
You shifted closer to Vash and rested your head on his shoulder, enveloping yourself in the scent of gunpowder and metal that always lingered on him. “I never want to leave you, Vash. Not if I can help it, at least.”
Vash leaned his head against yours, a soft smile stretching across his face. Maybe it was okay, letting you in. Maybe it would all blow up in his face someday, but he hoped you’d still make it out with him to the other side. He vowed then and there that he would always protect you, and that you would be the one thing Knives couldn’t take away.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
nothing breaks like a heart.
joey wheeler x f!reader
warnings: starts as fluff but ends as angst without a happy ending
song: nothing breaks like a heart by mark ronson ft. miley cyrus
notes: sequel to this fic. thank you to @euphorical-angel (i hope it’s ok to tag you!) for your very sweet tags and your inspiration to write this! this one is a lot longer, but i hope you all enjoy nonetheless! (also, i may write a part 3 with the end part from the reader’s pov)
It was perfect. Every last detail from the moment Téa had introduced you to the moment he’d finally asked you out, it was all like something out of a movie. Joey had always firmly believed—and said so himself on many occasions—that all that love at first sight nonsense was a load of crap, but you had done wonders at changing his mind with just one short conversation. He’d had the opposite of luck with women but decided to make it his mission to pursue you anyway, making up any excuse he could just to attend the same events you did.
After two excruciating months of hiding Joey finally worked up the courage to ask you out on a date, dressing nicer than he had for his own sister’s wedding. He had begged Yugi to take him to a banquet at KaibaCorp, willing to swallow his pride (and his hatred of Kaiba) just for the chance to talk to you. Yugi obliged, warning Joey on the car ride to the event that he would have to be on his best behavior around Kaiba if he wanted even a sliver of a chance at talking to you. It was rumored that you were Kaiba’s personal favorite employee, one of his hardest workers and closest confidants, so it wasn’t often that he wasn’t seen around you at events like this.
i’m not the one you’re taking home
joey wheeler x f!reader
warnings: angst without a happy ending
song: dancing on my own by robyn
notes: yes i’m the #1 joey wheeler defender but also the inspiration was just too good
Joey didn’t really know what he was doing here. Maybe he was just trying to prove a point to himself. Maybe he just wanted to torture himself more with the idea that you’d moved on so easily while he was still stuck at home pouring over your old messages. Either way he found himself parking his car along the street, carelessly crossing it to reach the front doors of the club the two of you used to frequent.
He ambled over to the bar and ordered a whiskey sour, running a hand through his unwashed hair as he took a seat at the end and let his eyes scan through the writhing mass of bodies that covered the dance floor. How’d I ever even do this shit before? He wondered to himself. This place sucks.
And yet still he felt a pang of sadness as the bass thumped through his body, remembering the nights you spent here together, dancing and laughing and enjoying each other’s company. He’d never been one for clubs but somehow you’d changed his mind, always able to perfectly sense the exact moment he wanted to go back home.
Joey sighed and gulped down his drink, feeling the warmth spread through his body as he entered the crowd. He moved his body to the beat with all the enthusiasm of a corpse, his eyes constantly scanning the crowd for any sign of you. Every girl who ground her body against his and yelled drunken flirtations at him just made him sick to his stomach, wearing down his will to find you even more.
He shoved his way through the crowd, finally breaking out to a less crowded area near a flight of stairs that led up to the owners’ offices. There were a few people passed out on the higher stairs, but he was able to spot an empty place to sit near the middle. From his new vantage point he could see more of the club than before, though there was still no sign of you. He checked his phone, vowing to give it ten more minutes before he called it quits and went home.
As one song faded into the next he was struck by the opening chords to one of your favorites, an upbeat pop song with a beat you’d always loved to dance with him to. His chest tightened as he remembered one of his favorite nights with you, when thunderstorms had rolled in and you’d decided to have a date night inside. The two of you made dinner together, practicing Duel Monsters with dessert. When he’d started doing the dishes you’d pulled out your portable speaker, drawing him away from the sink to dance with you in the kitchen. Even now he swore it was the happiest he’d ever been, and one stupid mistake had brought it all to a screeching halt.
Joey could feel heat spreading across his cheeks and tears prickling in his eyes, his heart thumping a lovesick rhythm in his chest. He tried to plan a quick escape from the club, but as his eyes searched for the familiar red glow of an exit sign he finally spotted you.
You were sitting alone at the bar in your favorite outfit, sipping on a drink he couldn’t see. The seat next to you was empty, but it was clear that you were waiting for someone to return to it. Joey leaned forward against the railing to get a better view, his stomach churning as he waited to see who you’d come with.
It seemed as if the crowd had parted for someone, reforming as soon as they passed through. The person stopped at the edge of the dance floor, checking their phone then looking up at the bar. When they turned Joey caught a look at their face, and it felt as if someone had just stabbed him in the chest.
None other than Seto Kaiba himself was taking a seat next to you, sharply dressed in a button-down shirt and tight pants that probably cost more than a year of Joey’s rent. You leaned your head against Kaiba’s arm, tapping your glass against the one that had just been set down in front of him. The two of you exchanged a few words, then you smiled at him and leaned over to kiss him.
Joey didn’t know what to do. All he could do was sit on the stair in shock, watching as you excitedly pulled Kaiba out to the dancefloor. He felt like he had even less of an idea of why he’d come here in the first place, but he guessed it leaned more toward torture than anything else. Part of him wished he was brave enough to do something about it, but he guessed that everyone had always been right about him; he was nothing more than a coward, a dog running away with its tail tucked between its legs. If he hadn’t learned it back then he’d surely learned it now: no matter what, he was no match for Seto Kaiba.
when YUGI first realizes he’s in love with you he hides from you for weeks on end, even going so far as to give joey two rare cards as payment for making sure your paths never cross. it takes you a while to notice anything out of the ordinary—yugi is a pretty busy guy—but once you do you become determined to figure out why he’s suddenly stopped speaking to you altogether. when you finally corner him he looks like a frightened animal, desperately glancing around for an escape as you beg him to just tell you what you did wrong so you can fix it. i miss you, you plead, watching as the fear finally melts away and is replaced by the soft gaze you’ve grown so familiar with. you’re stunned when he softly confesses to you, barely able to get the words out. you’re sure he believes you won’t reciprocate, that he’ll make a fool of himself in front of you for what is undoubtedly guaranteed to be the last time, because the look on his face says he never calculated for a good eventuality. this is the one game he never thought he’d win. his face is painted with shades of deep scarlet, and his eyes refuse to meet yours for more than a second at a time. the silence that follows his i love you is deafening, but your equally as soft i love you too, yugi, i always have is even louder.
a (seemingly) impossible task.
seto kaiba x gn!reader
warnings: n/a (if the fact that it’s ridiculously self indulgent counts, then that)
notes: i’m really slow to learn card games (i still have no idea how i finally got magic the gathering), so since i started watching yugioh i’ve been thinking about just how frustrating it’d be for kaiba to teach me duel monsters….enjoy!
Kaiba didn’t know how much more of this he could take. The second you’d expressed interest in finally learning how to play Duel Monsters he’d pulled out all the stops—the best duel disk KaibaCorp had to offer, a deck he’d specially built to play to your strengths, and hours set aside out of his busy schedule to practice dueling with you.
But none of it seemed to work.
You’d gotten basics like life points and the setup of the board right, but you still seemed stuck at how and when to play the right cards. You had only just gotten the hang of setting cards in their defense and attack positions, and you were slowly beginning to understand how to set traps.
It seemed only half the questions Kaiba answered for you actually taught you anything, and he was getting desperate. While you occupied yourself with a practice match with Mokuba he snuck out, finding himself standing on quite the unlikely doorstep.
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