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release and escape | M.R
pairing: Michael âDr Robbyâ robinavitch x fem!reader
Summary: Robbyâs escape when heâs home from work is you
Warnings: oral (f!male and male receiving), fingering, marking, crying, cum eating if you squint. Edited but maybe some errors!

Exhausted, sore, back pain, headache, hungry, feet hurting.
is all Robby felt as he opened the door and walked into the beautiful home whom he shared with his wife. He stopped at the door when he walked in, to just let out a deep and exhausted breath. He felt right at home but his brain was still at work, which is a habit he canât seem to control his brain to understand when to shut down when heâs at home.
as he wandered farther into the house he took in the familiar scent and feel. Feet touching the soft fluffy carpet, instead of the hard white concrete floor that he wished everyday he wouldnât have to face when he walked through those doors
His Nose filled with your signature scent of a coffee candle you always left running, even if heâs told you multiple times not to leave things that could catch on fire while you slept. he chuckled to himself in an almost dark, barely lit room, thankful for once you actually left it on so he could smell something other than the horrific scent the hospital gave him.
He walked into the kitchen, placed his backpack on the barstool and opened the microwave, to see the plate you had left him, now normally he be very would hungry, hungry like he hadnât eaten in days or weeks, but tonight he shut the microwave door and just opted for a huge glass of water and made his way upstairs into your bedroom.
He quietly pushed open the door, not wanting to wake you up, but the creaking sound the door made, which he swore he was going to fix, creaked extra loud tonight and woke you up. âRobby?ââ Your voice was low and soft, with a Hint of excitement that he was finally home after a long nightâs shift.
He walked over to your side of the and sat down in front of your legs, âsorry honey, stupid door couldnât hide my secret entranceâ he raised a gentle hand and moved the hair from your eyes, a smile appearing on his face once he saw the face heâd been thinking about all shift.
you light chuckled, âthe door you said you would fix?, wow it came in handy tonightâ you jokingly kicked his back with your foot.
âIâm gonna fix it soon, sweetheartâ he pitched your thigh, and got up to take off the god awful blue sweater he usually wore to the hospital. Taking it off felt like a reward, like he was taking off a cape after working all night, saving people, losing people and getting them better. He threw the sweater to the floor, not wanting to care about it for a night. Next he took off his shirt which he took off groaning, arms and shoulders hunting as he lifted them to take off the shirt.
he heard movement from the bed and then the sound of your drawer opening, he looked at you and saw you pulling out the bottle you always pulled out when you saw any sort of body part of his hurting, muscle relaxer written on the front like it was going to work on his poorly worm out back, but he didnât have the heart to tell you no, that it wasnât going to work. Instead he sat on the edge of the bed, like he usually did, so you could apply the relaxer on his back.
he felt the tips of your knees hit his back softly as you filled the palm of your hand with the relaxer to rub into his shoulder blades. He groaned as he felt the small of your hands start rubbing against the parts that ached so badly. You continued like that for the next few minutes, pressing your hands and fingers into his back, drawing motions with your fingers to hopefully relieve his pain.
However you hit that one particular point that had Robbyâs head falling backwards to meet yours. âFuck right there, honeyâ you jabbed your thumb deeper into the point that hurt him the most, and continued on from there.
he could only groan and grasp, the relaxer actually helping him just for the night and just so right.
you pressed a kiss to his forehead, making your way down to his neck. He let out a deep breath of a laugh. âWhat are you doing?, honeyâ his hand found the back of your head, fingers getting lost in your locks.
You hummed, biting gently on his exposed neck. Your hand creeped up from behind him to run all over his toned stomach, you felt him suck in a deep breath. âRelaxing you?ââ You giggled, turning his head around so you kiss him. you felt him escape into the kiss, it was soft and gentle. Something he needed to heal his wounds that his line of work opened up, he missed your lips on his. He turned his whole body around so he was chest-to-chest with you. His palm came up to cradle your face, the kiss deepening, turning rough and passionate.
He wrapped an arm around your waist to lay you down on the bed. It felt right, so right. Having you there beneath him, the light from the opened window shining into the room, landing on your face creating a blue and beautiful silhouette to focus on your face.
You moaned into the kiss as he opened your legs and brushed his knee against your core hidden beneath your panties. He broke the kiss to follow a trail down to your neck, painting kisses and bites that surely left marks and colored lines that would be visible to the public eye, also hard to cover up. But you couldnât care, robby didnât either.
Your hands scratched down his back, head falling back into the pillows, the now intense pleasure getting the very best of you. âSupposed to be taking care of youâ you groaned feeling the palm of his hand ceasing your breast through the pink silk nightgown you wore to bed.
he hummed tugging down one of the straps on the dress, he dropped his head to mouth at the exposed bud. âYou areââ his hand slipped under the dress, tips of his fingers messing with the seams of your panties, âby letting me use youâ he pushed them aside, inserting his ring and middle finger in your now wet and pulsating cunt.
you cried out, back arching off the bed to meet his exposed hairy chest. ââ fuck robbyâ is what only could fall from your lips as he kept hitting that particular spot that had you seeing stars. The sounds that filled each corner of the room were nasty, and loud, something that Robby would rather listen to than the stupid sounds the hospital made.
Without removing his fingers Robby pushed your legs further apart and scooted down the bed so he could come in contact with your pussy face to face. You screamed into your hand as you felt his wet tongue make contact with your clit, sucking and licking, making circles with his tongue. He was getting nasty, drool falling down his chin, soaking his beard.
âNeeded thisâ he replaced his fingers with his tongue, âneeded you, needed your sweet pussy, honeyâ he spread your pussy lips more open with his fingers so he could make room for his tongue to go dig deeper into your extremely wet pussy.
You couldnât speak. Tears started to fill your waterline as you felt your stomach start to tighten up, and legs began to shake impulsively from where they laid around on Robbyâs shoulders. âFuck, Iâm closeââ he sped up his movements which made you cum faster and harder. You screamed in silence, back arching far off the bed. âfuck!, fuck! Fuck!â You tried to push Robbyâs head away, but he refused to leave his spot from between your legs, he continued to lick your cunt clean, soaking up whatever you left behind.
ââRobby pleaseâ your fingers ran through his hair, hoping heâll stop, but he didnât. He continued mouthing at your cunt, tongue slipping in and out of your cunt, before mouthing at your clit. âFuck, am gonna cum againâ your legs were shaking again uncontrollably, feeling his hand move up and down your leg was your final straw as your vision went white, you had came hard again.
Robby crawled over to hover above you, his hand laying against your cheek to soothe your cheek, which was stained with tears. âDid great sweetheartââ he leaned down and kissed those tear stains, washing them away with his kisses.
You played with hairs on the back of his head. âI wanna take care of you nowâ he hummed, letting out a breathy laugh.
âyou did take care of me?â You shook your head.
âyeah, butâ you wrapped your leg around his waist, flopping him over so he was on his back, and you on his waist. âI wanna take care of you in my own wayâ he placed his hand on the small of your back drawing soft circles with his fingers.
âreally how so?â You giggled, he really was clueless. Instead of saying, you decided to just show him. You moved down a bit to unzip his pants, freeing his cock which you immediately got your mouth around.
Robbyâs head fell into the pillows, chest heaving up and down. Little murmurs of cuss words leaving his mouth. You bobbed your head up and down his thick cock, taking him the furthest down your throat, swallowing up those gags and tears that threatened to break from your eyes. You felt him grip the back of your head, helping you, moving your head at the speed he wanted you to.
âfuckk, sweetheartâ Robby looked down at you, only to see you already looking at him. âYouâre an angelâ he took a photo in his head, your batted soft eyes looking up at him, cheeks hollowed, sucking on his dick like your life depended on it. Robby's hand tightened on your hair as he got closer and closer to his end, he couldnât warn you to stop, was too caught up in his own pleasure to say anything. But, he came with a loud groan and that was enough for you to know that he clearly needed that.
you pulled your head off his cock with a pop and a sting of saliva falling from down your chin onto your chest. Robby sat up and pulled the back of your head towards him to crash his lips onto yours, he could taste a mixture of himself and you. The kiss like earlier was messy, needy, and nasty. You both fought for dominance, deepening the kiss, tongues fighting their way into each otherâs mouths.
you pulled away from the kiss breathless and wanting more, âwant more, robby. Way moreâ you whispered into his ear, hands clawing at his skin, neediness and desperation setting in.
His hand twitched against his thigh, he nodded his head agreeing in silence. He forced you onto your back, spread open your legs and lined his cock up with your wet folds. âCanât hold back dearââ he warned you. you didnât want him to, you wanted him to let loose. Release all his stress and worries into you.
âdonât hold back, robbyââ
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I'd like chicken and swiss on white, please.
That's all I need, but if the sandwich artist thinks it needs more, I'm willing to try it. đ„°

Since We Were 13
billy knight x fem!reader
word count: 2.3k+
summary: Sandwich Shop Request from wheels-of-despair | You and Billy are best friends going on Holidayâ the room you check into isnât the double bed you booked.
warnings: Doesnât mention any of the neglect and abuse Billyâs gone through, but that doesnât mean it hasnât happened. They kiss but thatâs about it.
notes: First sandwich order, served hot just for Wheels! This was a lot of fun to write and itâs my first Billy fic! I hope yall love it as much as I do. Big thanks to @prettycalla for reading it over! and more thanks to @peachyproserpina as always for editing!
Hauling your suitcase up the stairs, youâre cursing under your breath about charming old inns and their complete disregard for elevators. Billyâs just a few steps behind you, breathing a little heavier than usual but heâs still smiling, wearing his duffel bag over his shoulder like itâs nothing.
âYou want me to get that too?â he offers, reaching out towards your bag without even really thinking about it.
You wave him off, with a huff. He knows youâre more stubborn than an ox, so he pulls back his hand, settling to holding the duffel strap. âNah. âM stronger than I look.â
Billy just chuckles under his breath, that low, warm sound that rumbles out from his chest that youâve known your whole life. He wants to argue with youâ he wants to scoop your bag up like he could carry the burdensome weightâ but he also knows better than to push you. Youâd probably hit him with it if he tried. So instead, he hovers close enough that the back of his hand brushes your arm every few steps. Each touch makes him dizzy in a way he doesnât really understand, not after all this time. Not after knowing you for so long. Since childhood. Shouldnât he be used to you by now? The way you touch, the way you smile, the way you laugh. But heâs not. He doesnât think he ever will be. When you finally reach Room 6, you jiggle the key in the lock, muttering about sticky doors and good old-fashioned charm. Billy fidgets behind you, as he takes a look about the hall. Heâs rocking on his heels, the strap of his bag feeling heavier and heavier every moment, until it felt like it was cutting into his shoulder. He doesnât know why heâs so nervous all of a sudden. Itâs you. Itâs always just you. And maybe it had something to do with the 7 days you were about to spend together, alone. Usually a group of your mates would split accommodations, but this timeâ itâs just you and Billy.Â
You swing the door open, and then you both step inside. The room is tiny. A shoebox with a door, reallyâ thereâs a cracked dresser, a rickety old nightstand, and one bed. One. Only big enough for two people who wouldnât be trying very hard to keep their distance. A bed made for those not afraid to declare their love to their best friend. Billy freezes when he sees it. His brain short-circuited at the same time as yours. Heâs quiet for a second, registering the bed before anything else. He can feel his heart jump straight up into his throat. âI thought you booked a double,â he chooses his words carefully, his voice a little higher than it normally is.
âI did book a double,â you say and sigh, your eyes wide as you scan the room like maybe thereâs a second bed tucked behind the dresser. And for a second, neither of you moves from the doorway as you just take in the scene in front of you. Billyâs not stupid. He knows what this looks like. Knows how dangerous this is for him, how much harder itâs gonna be to keep his heart where it belongsâ hidden deep in his chest, where itâs quiet and safe. But he also sees the way your mouth twitches, trying to hold back a shaky laugh, and it wrecks him just a little. âItâs fine,â you say finally, tossing your suitcase down with a thud. You two had been driving too long and had climbed too many stairs to go back and fight with the front desk now. âWeâve shared worse.â
Billy nods, a little too fast. Heâs glad youâre not looking at him. âYeah. âS fine. Totally fine.â He places his duffel down on the opposite side of your suitcase. And he busies himself with it, pretending heâs looking for something important. A shoe, underwear, t-shirt, anything really. Because in reality, heâs trying his hardest not to look at youâ heâs failing, really. But he knows whatâll happen deep inside him if he looks at the way you stretch, your arms over your head, that shirt riding up just enough to show a sliver of skin. God, heâs fucking hopeless. You start changing without much ceremony, turning your back to him. You shimmy out of your jeans and into a pair of flannel sleep shorts. Billyâs brain tries to shut down the thoughts heâs having entirely. Just one look. So he sneaks a glance, just onceâ he tells himself itâs purely by accident, but somewhere in that brain of his he feels guilty. Perving on his best friendâ but the sight of you, casual and soft, in your panties and just so close nearly undoes him. He yanks his gaze away from you finally, his cheeks burning bright. He can feel his neck running hot and the tips of his ears have to be giving him away. Heâs fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt like itâs going to save him whatever embarrassment is going to come as soon as you catch him.
But when you turn back around, you donât tease him. Youâre just pulling your sweatshirt on, catching him mid-fidget. His eyes flick up guiltily to yours. âSorry,â he mutters, throat dry as he pushes his hand through his hair. âWasnât⊠I wasnât tryinâ to stare.â
You just laugh, a relaxed grin spreading across your face. âRelax, Bill. Itâs⊠Itâs just me. Yeah?â Youâre the only one that calls him that anymore.
Thatâs the problem, he thinks. Itâs you. The you heâs been in love with since you were thirteen and dumb. Taking on the world on your walks to school, lunchboxes in hand. The you, who was his first kiss because, âItâs good practice, Bill.â The you who let him touch you under your shirt when he talked about wanting to lose his virginity. Youâre his dream girl. Always have been. And heâs kept it on lock down for so long, and itâs all threatening to crumble right now. But now youâre both climbing awkwardly onto the bed, staying near the edges like you might catch fire if you get too close. Billyâs wearing a white t-shirt, his sweatpants clinging to his legs. He keeps his hands folded on his chest, eyes trained firmly on the water stained ceiling.
He really canât remember the last time he felt this nervous around a girlâ around you. Sure heâs been through worse, objectively heâs survived worseâ his head has been worse than it has beenâ but nothing makes him feel more like heâs balancing on a high wire with no netting than lying next to you, pretending heâs not head-over-heels in love. A silence stretches between you. Itâs heavy and humming, and he feels like heâs about to combust. So he risks a glance sideways at you. Youâre already facing him, one hand tucked under your cheek, eyes half-lidded but still awake. He should stay quiet. Keep his mouth closed. He knows he should. But the words slip out before he can even register heâs talking, like theyâve been sitting just under his tongue for far too long. âYâremember that fair we went to? Two summers back?â
You hum, soft and sleepy, eyes blinking shut before opening them again. âYeah. We got caught in the rain right outside the funhouse. You gave me that grey hoodie with the hole in the sleeve. Sâyour favorite.â
Billy smiles, the memory swirling happily in his brain. âYou looked ridiculous. Thing was so big on you, felt like it came down past your knees.â
âYou looked worse than I did,â you tease gently, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of his hair behind his ear. âYou were shivering like you had a chill in your bones.â
Billy chuckles, heat blooming in his chest at your touch. He remembersâ he remembers everything about that night. How cold his hands had been when he shoved them in his jeans pockets, how heâd pretended he was just fine in a t-shirt that had been soaked through just because youâd curled up against his side without thinking twice about it. How heâd spent the whole train ride home, dripping wet and telling himself not to fall for you any harder than he already had. âI thinkââ His voice catches and he sighs. He clears his throat, tries again, itâs now of never. âThink thatâs when I realized I was⊠properly fucked.âÂ
You turn your head a little against the pillow, peeking at him. The moonlight glimmering over his face and settling over those pretty brown eyes. âFucked how?â
Billy exhales shakily, turning his head away from you again. He stares up at the ceiling, like the water stains might save him. âFucked like⊠in love with you,â he says, his voice so quiet you werenât sure you wouldâve heard it if you hadnât been listening closely.
The words hang there between you, fragile, huge, and life changing. He braces himself for you to laugh. He expects you to brush it off and say something like weâre best friends, thatâs all, because itâs safer that way. Just friends. But you donât say that and you donât laugh, instead, after a longâ aching pause, you reach across the tiny gap between you and find his hand still pressed against his chest. And you slip your fingers between his.
âI love you too, Billy,â That same sleepy smile toying at your lips as you speak. Your voice sounds a little wobbly, like you canât believe what you had confessed to either. Billy turns his head, eyes wide and glassy. For a moment, neither of you really dare to breathe. Afraid that you may be dreaming. Then he carefully squeezes your hand and lets out a shaky breath that sounds half like a laugh.
âCan IâŠâ He trails off for a moment, face burning in the moonlight pouring through the window. âCan I kiss you?â
You nod, a bit faster than youâd like to admit. Billy leans in slowly, like heâs afraid this is all some cruel joke. Like if he moves too fast, youâll come to your senses and heâll definitely wake up back in his own lonely little bed with nothing but the echo of your words in his head. Your hand tightens a little in his, still pressed against his chest. That tiny, desperate squeeze gives him the courage to close the distance. His nose bumps yours first. Heâs clumsy. Too eager. Much like the first time he kissed you all those years ago. He pulls back, heart lurching up into his throat. God heâs gone and fucked this up. But then he hears it, youâre laughingâ this soft, breathless little soundâ itâs sleepy and lovely and suddenly itâs not embarrassing, itâs just you. He tries again, a smile on his own lips this time. Maybe a giggle of his own slipping between them as he tilts his head more carefully this time. Your mouth brushes against hisâ a whisper of a kiss, itâs barely even there. Billyâs never really been good at first moves. His hands always tremble too much, his heart stutters, his brain second-guesses every goddamn thing. But with you⊠even the awkward parts feel okay. Like you know exactly what heâs gonna do before he even does it. And somehow that makes it less awkward.
Your lips are warm against his. Theyâre a little dry from the cool air. The kiss still feels a little unsure, like youâre both waiting for the other to pull away. But you stay there, your body scooting closer to him. Close enough that he can feel your shaky breath mingle with his. Billy tilts his head just a little more, nudging your nose aside. He fits his mouth more solidly against yours as his hand slips away from yours to cup your cheek in his palm. His lips move against yours slowly, reveling in the way that this may be the best kiss heâs ever shared with anyone.Â
And you kiss him back just as slowlyâ The hand laying at his chest, stroking small circles against the fabric of his t-shirt. Youâre learning him, what he likes and what feels nice, one soft touch at a time. And itâs messy in the way that (second) first kisses usually are: your teeth click lightly when you both move at the same time, your noses bump again, and again, and again, and you both pull back for half a second, eyes gleaming at each other in the moonlight as you laugh quietly. Youâre breathless, too caught up in one another to care. And then Billyâs forehead presses against yours. He lets out a breath full of relief as his nerves finally begin to calm. He sucks in another breath, holding it in before finally letting out a quiet laugh. He had so much damn love for you in his chest, he doesnât really know where to put it all.
âSorry,â he whispers, even though he doesnât really know what heâs apologizing for. For bumping you? Knocking your teeth? For wanting this so fucking badly he could scream? For being Billy Knight and not someone smoother, better? But you just smile, your eyes are closed now as your foreheads relax together. You lift your hand to place it over the one of his cradling your cheek. Your fingers brush over the back of his hand, turning your head to press a kiss against his palm.
âDonât be,â you whisper back.
Billy lets out another shaky little laugh. He doesnât know if heâs ever been happier before, and ducking his head down against your neck, and then he feels you pull him a little closer. Your hands sliding down from his to wrap around his middle. When he lifts his head and he kisses you again, itâs slower. Heâs more sure of it. This isnât a joke. Sure, itâs still awkwardâ God, heâs still so awkwardâ but itâs sweet and real and youâre his, even if you havenât said it. And thatâs all heâs ever wanted, ever since he was thirteen.
You.
tags ;; @meetmeatyourworst @getaapologist
#glassbxttless#female reader#joseph quinn#joe quinn#joey quinn#joseph anthony francis quinn#billy knight#billy knight x reader#billy knight x fem!reader#billy knight x you#cw: kissing
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Personally for me it was absolutely not about favoring mlm vs. wlw. This is not simply about representation, it's about the stories. I loved CaitVi in S1 but for me in S2 they completely lacked chemistry and their ending felt unearned.
In Season 1 CaitVi told a beautiful story about two kind-hearted women overcoming their prejudice and seeing the person that was in front of them. I cherished every heartfelt glance between them, especially Vi being touched every time Cait proved to be so much better than most Piltovians and showing compassion towards the people of Zaun.
But then Season 2 came along and I lost all respect for Cait the moment she said "animals" in S2E1. AND THEN she gassed Zaun and became the Fuhrer. Her redemption scenepack (because I'm not calling that an arc) didn't really do it for me. I get what they were going for but I never regained my appreciation for Caityn after everything she's done in S2.
Vi also became way less compelling in S2. She went from being an awesome big sister and one of the main characters in S1 to being basically a device for other characters (Jinx, Cait, Warwick) to have their moments, with a montage of getting drunk in goth makeup and an underdeveloped friendship with Loris sprinkled in for good measure. She also made many out of character choices, the biggest ones being joining the Enforcers and giving up on Jinx and Zaun.
Cait and Vi's first kiss had no chemistry for me. I feel like they weren't really seeing each other in that scene. Vi asked Cait to promise she wouldn't change but Cait has already started to change by then. Cait kissed Vi as a confirmation of that promise even though you can't realistically promise someone that you won't change because it's near impossible.
Their reconcilliation in S2E6 was rushed. We've all seen the jokes that all it took for Cait to do a 180 was to hear Vi say the word "cupcake". And then the sex scene in S2E8 felt unearned and had a very awkward timing. There was so much misunderstanding that they should've addressed first but I guess they just really wanted to boink already. Or rather, the writers wanted them to boink. Even if it was in a prison cell right after Jinx pretty much implied to Vi that she's going to kill herself.
I have many problems with Arcane Season 2's writing and Cait and Vi's storylines are among them. Meanwhile the best thing that happened in that season was Jayce and Viktor's stories. They were very compelling separately (Viktor becoming Jesus and finally being able to help people in Zaun like he always wanted to, only to become lost and possessed by the Hexcore and crossing the line. Jayce seeing the unforseen tragic consequences of his idealism and ambition and coming out on the other side more mature and wanting to amend for the damage he's caused) as well as in relation to each other (Their perspectives clashing in the divorce scene. Them basically switching places and gaining understanding of each other's POV. Every time they hurt each other in any capacity in Episodes 6, 8 and 9 you could see how much pain it brought them. And then their final scene which was just poetic and tied their story perfectly, them sacrificing their lives in each other's arms to save the world from their shared dream that started it all.)
Enjoying a good story and disregarding a poorly-written one has nothing to do with biases.
im a huge jayvik fan and loved their gay ass ending but the way they get SO MUCH MORE TRACTION than the CANONICAL LESBIAN COUPLE at the center of the show is sooooo telling of everyone's biases. it's all talking about how there's not enough lesbian rep until you actually get lesbian rep and fully fucking ignore it to hype up the not even canonical gay ship. like ok !!!
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cw: shy!choso x reader, prone boning, college au. sukuna and gojo ver linked at the bottom!
college athlete!choso whoâs an absolute beast on the field. everyone loves to watch him play, itâs almost like a movie every time heâs out for the game! heâs always ready to charge headfirst when it comes to his sport, and he wonât let anyone take it away from him.
college athlete!choso who doesnât talk to anyone outside his teammates and a select few. itâs fair anyway, a lot of people only want to speak to him bc heâs deemed important, not like they want to know him.
college athlete!choso whoâs also known for his aloof personality. but when youâre partnered up for an essay, you soon realize everyone is painfully wrong.
college athlete!choso whoâs the most shy thing ever! it almost breaks your heart how he starts to stutter and avoid your eyes while you work out the details, just humming in agreement and you swear he almost passes out when you ask for his number.
college athlete!choso whoâs practically about to fall off the edge of your bed, trying to sit as far away from you as possible. itâs like trying to coax a hostile cat to eat food you brought it, but with the way youâre looking at him, choso is sure he wouldnât mind you putting him in your mouth just a bit.
college athlete!choso who finally warms up to you after a couple of evenings together. thereâs still significant distance between the two of you, both physically and emotionally, but heâs more open now. he can actually hold a conversation with you now, and he thinks youâre the coolest! he canât get you off his mind at all, whether heâs walking to the field hoping to spot you on his path, or secretly searching for you in this shared class.
college athlete!choso who jerks himself off to the thought of you after practice, making sure the locker room is empty as he moans out your name, wishing it was your hand wrapped around his cock instead.
college athlete!choso who forgets heâs supposed to meet up with you, cussing himself out when he sees your texts and missed calls. youâre super understanding though, and you tell him to take his time or you can reschedule if itâs better. but he assures you he can be there in less than ten minutes.
college athlete!choso whoâs at your door in three minutes, panting and soaked. you canât tell whether itâs from the shower water or if itâs sweat, but your eyes are more focused on the outline of his exposed arms and damp shirt clinging to his frame. heâs babbling, saying sorry for wasting your time, he ran because he couldnât find his keys! but his apologies are hitting deaf ears, your mind is definitely on something else. and he notices.
college athlete!choso whoâs eyes widen when you pout, shyly asking him to kiss you. this is something youâve been trying to avoid since the first day he sat in your room, but itâs so hard to hold yourself back when he looks like this!
college athlete!choso who presses his back to the door, holding you in his arms while your tongues tangle. heâs moaning around your tongue, shamelessly feeling you up while you grind your front against his hardening bulge. heâs almost embarrassingly loud, but each sound he makes sends vibrations straight between your legs.
and youâd have to say the same for yourself, fingers dragging down his arms, around his neck, across his chest. but the real kicker is when you softly place your hand against his abs. heâs unconsciously flexing beneath your touch and it draws you in like magic. maybe heâd have good core strength? youâre the one whoâs going to put college athlete!choso to the test.
college athlete!choso who passes your test in flying colors, prone boning you with an ease that has you seeing stars. youâre face first in the sheets, cries muffled by the pillow your head rests on while he slams into you like he hates you, much different from the way he asks if youâre okay after a couple of thrusts. you canât even get your head up! and heâs getting worried but you guide his hand towards your neck, struggling to place your head in the crook of his elbow before telling him to squeeze.
college athlete!choso who gets off on the way your eyes roll back and your voice gets whinier. his hips falter just a bit when you call out his name in that voice, and if not for how good you felt, you wouldâve teased him for the way his cock just twitched.
college athlete!choso who canât face you in class the next day. youâre a little sad when you donât see him, so you decide to check the field later in the day.
college athlete!choso who freezes up when he sees you waving from the stands. his teammates donât miss his change in demeanor, and they start to laugh and nudge him in the side, teasing him about the cutie cheering him on from the bleachers.
college athlete!choso who comes up to you during their break, face still blazing hot from the exercise and the memories of you from last night. he says he would have hugged you but heâs insanely sweaty right now. not like you wouldâve minded, that sweaty body was all up on yours last night like it was nothing!
college athlete!choso who gives you a nice long kiss before he leaves. trying to drown out the sounds of his team hollering at the two of you from a distance. you break the kiss with a laugh and tell him he can come over later if he wants.
college athlete!choso who forgets his keys and runs all the way to your place for the fourth time this week. he doesnât mind though, he just thinks of it as prep for the calories heâs about to burn with you in a couple of minutes.
sukuna ver here!
gojo ver here!
geto ver here!
choso pt2 here!
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cw - yandere behavior, choso doing perverted stuff, bondage, problematic behaviors, smut, mdni, not proofread
imagining you and sick pervert!choso being roommates in an apartment together.
sick pervert!choso doesnât like when you leave the apartment. he has some form of separation anxiety when it comes to you, but actually, he just loathes the idea that other people are getting to see you when he canât.
sick pervert!choso who sets a curfew for you to help âease his worriesâ. you agree because you like the fact that someone is watching out for you.
sick pervert!choso who ties you up to his bed when you break curfew one night. he doesnât even touch you inappropriately. he just keeps you right where you belong: in his room.
sick pervert!choso who coos sweet condescending words to you while youâre tied up in his bed. âyou know why i had to tie you up, donât you?â you swallow thickly and nod your head. your eyes are glassed over from tears and the alcohol you had consumed earlier in the night.
sick pervert!choso who assures you that he forgives you for staying out past curfew. âitâs okay, baby. donât cry. i just needed you to stay here with me for a little while, okay?â
sick pervert!choso who keeps you tied up until the next morning. he only unties you to lead you to the bathroom. he cares for you so tenderly as you shower and brush your teeth, but itâs right back to being tied down to the bed after your little break.
sick pervert!choso who admires you while you sleep. he loves how soft and vulnerable you look. it makes his dick twitch in his boxers, and he doesnât understand why. he just knows he has to take his own bathroom break now.
sick pervert!choso who finally lets you go after a full day of being tied up, but he gives you big puppy dog eyes the moment you try to go to your own room, so of course, you sit with him and let him kiss the rope burns on your wrists.
sick pervert!choso who has a love/hate relationship with your job. he hates the fact that he has to share you with your job, and he hates that other men get to look at you while you work. what if they start getting the idea that they actually have a chance with you? then, choso will have to kick their teeth in :(
sick pervert!choso who also loves the time youâre gone sometimes because thatâs when he gets to go shopping in your room! he breaks in, and he only steals a few things⊠like your used panties.
sick pervert!choso who will spray your perfume against his pillows while your gone. he will have a pillow with your perfume shoved against his nose while he chokes his throbbing cock with your panties.
sick pervert!choso who makes it a mission to fuck all of your used panties, leaving behind globs of cum in the crotch portion as he cries out your name however loud he wants to because youâre at your stupid job.
sick pervert!choso who noticed youâre taking far too long at work one evening. heâs blown up your phone with texts, and he finally checks the apple tag on your car that he accidentally left behind between the seats. youâre at a bar⊠without notifying him first.
sick pervert!choso who paces around the apartment all night, debating on just showing up at the bar, but he knows youâll be upset with him for stalking you. his heart leaps into his throat as he hears the door open up.
sick pervert!choso has your back pressed against the door in record time. his nose is buried in your neck and shoulder as heâs trying to smell for anyone elseâs scent on you. âwhere were you, baby? i was worriedâŠâ
âmy boss brought us all out for drinks since we hit a big deadline, chocho. iâm sorry. my phone died.â you say as you rub his back, trying to soothe him from how tore up he was.
sick pervert!choso who leads you up to his room anyways to tie you up. you shouldâve known better than to keep him worried and waiting like this! now heâs all pent up with too much possessive energy⊠he needs to see you bound to his bed to ease his anxiety.
sick pervert!choso forgot to hide the evidence of his activities all day. a few pairs of your panties are scattered around the floor, and he immediately tries to do damage control, but itâs too late. you already saw them.
âchocho, is this why my panties always go missing?â you ask as you pick up your favorite white cotton pair. you hold up the pair for him to stare at it with guilt in his eyes.
âi try to always return them!â he says with a small pout. âthey smell like you. it helps meâŠâ
sick pervert!choso whoâs terrified that youâre going to give him a look of disgust. he knows that youâre going to hate him forever for being so sick and demented. he doesnât want to have to, but he will drug you to keep you here with him. he loves that you stay willingly, but heâll do whatever he has to do to keep you by his side.
âyou do this while iâm at work?â you ask slowly. choso canât see an ounce of disgust in your face.. only curiosity and something he canât quite put his finger on.
after gathering his confidence, he finally nods his head, âand sometimes while youâre asleepâŠâ
sick pervert!choso whoâs awe struck when he watches you slide your panties out from underneath that sinful pencil skirt you wear to work. heâs nearly drooling out of his mouth as he looks at the pink lacy fabric.
âyou want them?â you coax, and heâs quick to nod. the thought of being able to feel and smell them while theyâre still fresh and warm⊠heâs about to cum in his pants from the thought.
âiâll give them to you if you agree not to tie me up tonight,â you bargain with a knowing smile. âi also want to watch,â
holy shit. sick pervert!chosoâs heart is hammering through his chest. this is like a fantasy come true. he reaches out and takes the panties from you, and heâs quick to hold them over his nose.
he groans and palms his throbbing dick through his pants as your scent fills his nose. he takes another deep breath, committing the scent of your pussy to his memory. heâs never experienced anything this divine in his life.
you sit on his computer chair as you watch your roommate fall apart over a simple pair of your panties.
you cross your legs together, watching as chosoâs eyes are resting on you. he pulls out his massive cock, and be strangles the lacy pink fabric over it. he then slowly wraps his hand around the pace, and he fucks himself into your panties.
itâs truly a sight for sore eyes. chosoâs leaned against his bed, whining and whimpering pathetically as he claims your panties again and again. he wishes he could shove the pillow over his nose, but then, that would block his perfect view of you.
sick pervert!choso wouldâve never expected for his sweet roommate to react the way you do to the sight of him fisting his cock with your panties.
âfuck,â he growls, and he pumps his dick faster. the fabric is becoming slick with his own pre-cum. âyou want me to mark your panties like this, baby?â he asks, managing to dirty talk you without stuttering or whimpering.
âyes,â you barely whisper. youâre so caught up in the sight of him â you almost forgot to reply to him.
his hips start to raise with each pump, and he feels himself getting close. he grips his cock tighter, imagining it was you gripping him like a vice while he fucks your tight pussy until you forget your own name.
a moment later, he groans as he quickly aims his cock, and he cums all over the crotch of your panties. rope after rope of his cum cover the pink fabric until itâs a sticky mess.
he pants as he looks over at you, and his heart is elated by the fact that you look just as desperate as he feels.
sick pervert!choso knows he could he making a mistake, but he takes a leap of faith based off your facial expression. âput them on,â he roughly demands, holding out your freshly ruined panties to you.
your eyes widen, and you look up at him with a little bit of uncertainty. however, you know you two are on a path of depravity now that you watched him claim your panties. you slowly take the panties from him, and you carefully slide them up your legs.
a moan escapes your lips as you feel his warm arousal press against you. itâs sticky and wet. itâs slightly uncomfortable, yet youâve never been more turned on in your life. it was like a raw act of deprivation as you wore your panties that he had soiled.
âyou like that, baby?â he asks, and he canât help the small tremble in his voice. he desperately wants you to like it as much as he likes it. heâs enamored by the sight of your thighs clenching together. he might just make you wear the panties for the rest of the night.
you nod shyly with a small hum.
sick pervert!choso who never knew his roommate was a secret deviant freak until he watched you sit in panties filled with his cum all night long.
sick pervert!choso who falls even more in love with you after feeling so raw and close to you, and he has no idea that you have plans to ask him to use your panties while youâre wearing them next time <3
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You didn't even know how this happened and if you were in your right mind, you would be embarrassed to no end, but somehow you ended up laying in fratboy! Satoru's bed with him on top of you making out, and god who knew what would happen after a few drinks at one of his parties?
But even now you still were wondering why his kisses felt so passionate, why his hand on your waist held you so securely and steady and why were you imagining a faint blush on his cheeks?
What a few drinks do to you, huh?
"Fuck, you are so hot..." he was mumbling into your lips while his other hand explored your body. You felt yourself burning up at his words and after a small whine escaped your lips, he chuckled while creating a small gap between you two.
"Says you..." a poor attempt to flirt really, but it did draw a small laugh from him.
"Soooooo..." he started to lightly pull at your shirt and a bit of panic ignited through your body. "Is this okay?"
He stopped in his tracks and looked at you through his dazed eyes. Blue eyes. Really, really pretty eyes.
Fuck, why were people always judging other girls for spending the night with him? You would do it for the rest of your life if you could...
"Hey, if you don't want to, it's alright-" after your lack of response, the famous fratboy! Satoru really got nervous and looked at you with no of his usual confidence.
"No no, I want this but..." you cleared your throat while looking away. "Could you please turn off the light?"
He blinked at you two times. Then three times. His mouth slowly opening and closing again, making you feel smaller under his gaze and almost clutch onto your clothes. He then sat up while shaking his head. "Why?"
"Oh you know..." you followed him and sat up yourself, while letting out a nervous laugh. "Don't want you to be turned off."
...
That wasn't what Satoru wanted to hear, no never. He looked at you with so much confusion he genuinely thought you were joking at first. But when he saw your awkward smile he couldn't believe you really meant it.
"Me? Turned off? By you?"
"Oh I know how it is, sometimes the imagination is better than reality, I don't want to ruin the fun-" you let out another nervous laugh. You already ruined this didn't you?
"Me? Turned off? By you??" he groaned as he saw the genuine confusion on your face.
"I don't understand..." you muttered while he studied your face with a critical look.
"Listen to me sweetheart." he pulled you close again and you could just barely surpress the little sigh that was about to leave you.
"You're literally the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid my eyes on. And I won't be turned off by any part of you, okay?"
Now it was your turn to blink at him. And it was probably just the lightning, but he seemed even more red.
"You are telling that every girl." you accidentally muttered what was supposed to stay in the safe and deadly space of your head, but he heard it and now almost seemed to glare at you.
"Jesus we need to work on your self esteem." he started to hide his face in the crook of your neck, nibbling at the skin. "And I won't fuck you, if I can't admire you, just to be clear. I waited to long for this moment to not see you moaning my name."
Now you were really burning up, what the hell?
"Please, I just don't want this to be ruined by my not so great loc-"
"I waited to long, seeing you every day at campus, admiring you, listening to your sweet voice, to only get a dark room for my first time worshipping you."
"Gojo, stop it-" you felt like dying from his words, feeling him touching you everywhere wasn't helping you in any way. Even if you will dream of this.
"Satoru. You know the name." he groaned into the crook of your neck. "Sweetheart, I think we have to just cuddle for today."
It was stupid but your heart sank at his words because, fuck, you really did ruin it. "Is that so?"
"Yeah. I have to take you out at first so you get that I'm serious."
What a few drinks do to you, huh? If only you knew fratboy! Satoru wanted to ask you out since last year.

Listened to bed chem while writing this hehehe
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third times the charm

pairing: tyler owens x f!reader
word count: 3.8k
summary: life has a funny way of putting people in your path, and ultimately making them part of your life. but what happens when the one person you never want to see stumbles in over and over again, a disastrous tornado tearing up your path of moving on?
aka: the two times tyler owens enters and, consequently, leaves, your life at the wrong time, and the one time he comes at the perfect moment and finally stays.
warnings: reader is described in a feminine manner; why are we ignoring his bull rider trope? cause i'm not babes xx; angsty mainly, but fluff too; lovers to enemies back to lovers (sorry); this author knows nothing about tornadoes or weather so sorry
shoutout to megan moroney and her banger new album where this title and idea come from :)
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i.
"What do you mean you're leaving?!"
Tyler shuts the tailgate of his red pick-up with a loud slam, the cowboy hat on his head nearly flying off with the force. Y/N stood just a few feet away, her arms crossed over her torso as her chest heaved in short, shaking breaths. The sunlight hits her just right, and the gold chain around her neck glimmers in the sunlight. It catches Tyler's attention from the corner of his eye-it had been burned into his mind from the moment he'd bought it with a chunk of his earnings from last year's rodeo. The chain was delicate, simple, but the charm had been the main appeal: it was gold, the same shade as the chain, but in the center of the small heart shaped pendant sat a capital 'T'. She'd worn it since he'd given it to her for a birthday present, and it had been the center piece of even their most intimate moments-her bare beneath him with only the glittering jewelry adorning her as he had her unraveling under his touch. Even the thought of it had heat traveling up Tyler's neck, and he swallowed down the feeling, along with all of the guilt bubbling to the surface.
"I'm leavin', simple as that."
"Ty, I-I don't understand. You get bucked off one time and you're giving up?! You've been riding since we were kids, I-"
He turns to her, emerald eyes blazing with an emotion he couldn't put a label on.
"I didn't just get 'bucked off', I almost got my head trampled in case you forgot!" His voice is laced with anger. He's not angry with her, he's angry with himself. After a series of unfortunate injuries in last month's local rodeo, Tyler knew he couldn't ride again, it would kill him. He'd spent the last few weeks in physical therapy and doctor's offices just to make sure the damn bull hadn't left behind more than scars.
It was better this way, he could leave his town behind, and forget about the deep, gut-twisting feeling of failure that sat like acid in his stomach. But leaving his hometown also meant leaving her.
Tyler had fallen for Y/N their junior year of high school, and they'd rarely been seen without one another ever since then. She was sweet and shy to his brash and confident, his biggest supporter-always sitting in the stands for all of his rides-whether he was the talk of the town or stumbling home, his shotgun rider, and the girl who wore his heart (literally and figuratively) on a chain around her neck. Looking at her now, with tears lining under her gorgeous eyes, he wanted to just forget all of his plans and pull her into his arms. He wanted to reassure her that he'd stay here, that he'd give her the life that he'd promised her-apple pie and babies, the perfect picket-fence life she deserved.
"Tyler, you-you can't be serious! W-What about your parents, your plans, hell, Tyler, what about me?!" Her shoulders now moved as she let out shuddering breaths, eyebrows furrowed as she grew frustrated. "Tyler Owens you promised me, you promised me a farmhouse, and a wrap-around porch, a-and babies! And now you're just gonna take off to God-knows-where to what? Storm chase?"
She stops and lets out a dry chuckle. She'd been 'chasing' with him before, vivid memories of him scaring her shitless chasing tornadoes in his truck, only to 'apologize' to her by making love in the backseat after the storm had passed. Through their time together, she, too, had grown to love the storms. Y/N took her camera into the storms with them, more than ready to capture the freakishly beautiful moments of pure disaster before it struck. She'd stand in the pouring rain next to him, laughing as wind whipped hair around her face. He'd snap a picture of her with her own camera that she'd set aside and she'd roll her eyes. They'd been happy, bonded by a mutual love of mother nature's chaos and one another. Now, she turns her back to face him, shaking her head as her bottom lip trembles.
"Ya know, I should've listened to everyone who told me to stay away from you in high school, that you'd just hurt me. I didn't believe them, not one bit, because I know you. You're running because you're scared. You don't have to run, Ty. You've never run from your fears, for God's sake you ride them! What the hell are you thinking?!"
Tears stream down her face, and Tyler feels his resolve slipping. He hadn't thought it through, not really, and now as she stands in front of him, he realizes he's only hurting her more and more. He needed an out, he needed to skip town, no matter who it hurt.
"I'm thinking that I'm a fuckin' failure at everything, no matter what I try! The only thing I'm good at is storms, chasin' them, getting close enough to see something! I fail at everything, Y/N/N, and if I stay, I'll just fail you, too. Over and over."
"Tyler, you've never failed me," she brings her hands to either side of his face, her thumb brushing a cut that still hadn't scarred over from his fall. Her eyes were blurry and her hands trembled. "Please, stay." Her voice was hardly a whisper, pleading desperately.
"You know I can't."
She nodded solemnly, wiping tears so she could take a final look into his eyes. She gave no warning when she launched her arms around his neck, all but hanging onto him like a child. He hugged her tighter than he ever had, and when she let go, he placed a final heated goodbye kiss on her lips. Y/N looks at him, her brain screaming pleas to make him stay, but she simply kisses his cheek before speaking.
"C-call me when you get there?"
He takes one last glance at her, taking her in completely, as if trying to memorize her. His eyes land on the jewelry adorning the spot just below her collarbone, the gold shining in the sunset, knowing he'd never see it on her again-if he ever even saw her again.
"You'll be the first person I call, baby."
Y/N's call never came.
She spent the summer miserable, but refused to take off the gold chain she hid under shirts. It burned her skin in a metaphorical sense, but she ignored it, just like the heartbreak that had festered into deep resentment for Tyler Owens. She'd decided to take off to the local university for a clean start, somewhere new, somewhere his ghost wouldn't haunt her. Things had begun to look up, and she found herself smiling again. The morning before her first day of classes, she almost took the chain off, but couldn't bring herself to do so.
When she spotted his tall figure sitting a row ahead of her in her Intro to Meteorology class, she pretended not to know who he was. It was only fair, he'd done the same to her. For a reason that neither of them could vocalize, they begin to hate one another. Without knowing it, Tyler had become the storm that had sparked her into chasing after danger forever, the one that had left destruction so fatal she wasn't sure if she'd ever recover.
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ii.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Y/N rolls her eyes and nearly throws her laptop across her dorm room when she looks down at her field partner pairing. The name in bold stares back at her like some sick joke.
Tyler Owens.
She shuts her laptop with a force that could shatter glass and slams her face into her pillow to let out a scream that could have easily been heard four counties over. The universe had to hate her.
With one glance at her watch, she hops from her bed and packs her duffel, her camera slung around her other shoulder. After silently praying that this storm takes her away in one quick swoop, she opens the door to her room and stumbles down the stairs to the lobby, where he was waiting for her outside the double doors. She can already feel her skin flaming with anger when she catches sight of his towering frame, baseball cap thrown backwards over his head.
"'Bout fuckin' time sweetheart, thought the storm would pass before we even got out there!"
"Oh, kiss my ass, Owens."
She rolls her eyes and climbs into the red truck she had once been a permanent fixture in, feeling almost like nothing had changed since the last time she'd crawled into the passenger side. She had half a mind to let down the driver's side visor to see if her picture still sat inside it, but Tyler climbs in the second she thinks about it. The half hour drive is uncomfortable, silent, and laced with tension so thick both halves of the couple begin to wonder if the air supply is getting thin. But as the storm approaches, both of their eyes are locked on the massive twisting figure just ahead of them. Y/N reaches for her camera, focusing the lens as best as she can through the windshield of the truck. She sighs when the view is less than satisfactory. Without much thought, she begins to move the window crank on the door to let down the window.
"What the hell are you doin'?" Tyler's voice breaks their silence.
"What does it look like, Owens? Getting a better shot." Her body hangs halfway out the window, camera leaning out the window as she moves the lens and clicks.
"Get your ass in the truck, I'm not payin' your hospital bills when you fall out and I run over you."
She rolls her eyes and ignores him, almost her entire body hanging out the window.
"Okay, okay, get in the truck, I'll get you closer, Jesus."
She pulls herself back into the truck and rolls the window back up as Tyler moves forward down the muddy path, closer to the storm now building ahead. The wind and rain grow more intense, shaking even the bulky vehicle that could easily withstand even the most treacherous of conditions. The spiraling tunnel only moves at a more pummeling speed, and Y/N's sharp shout fills the air.
"Stop the truck!"
He hits the brake and before the truck even stops, Y/N's rolling out of the passenger side, camera raised as she captures a monster of a storm. Tyler finds himself silent, momentarily distracted-her hair blowing with the force of the wind, the smile drawn across her face, and the long sleeve button down she'd been wearing was slipping down her shoulders, exposing her tank top and-wait-he raises an eyebrow, his heart stopping. Against her neck sat a gold chain he knew too well. It stops him completely in his tracks, shocked that she still wore his initial around her neck. The sound of a roaring train pulls him from his thoughts and sends him leaning out his own door.
"Y/N," he's shouting over the loud winds. "GET YOUR ASS IN THE TRUCK!"
The barrel of wind only gets closer, the fierceness of wind making Tyler's heart race. The girl outside his truck, however, only smiles wider, raising her camera for another shot of the approaching storm.
"I'M FINE, TYLER. WIND'S NOT EVEN THAT BAD!"
Tyler huffs as his voice, raspy from yelling, shouts again.
"THAT WASN'T A REQUEST, SWEETHEART. GET YOUR ASS IN THIS TRUCK!"
She ignores his shouts, only squinting her eyes at the horizon as the wind picks up another notch, making the shirt now halfway down on her arms blow like a flag in the wind. Tyler gives her a minute to comply, hoping this was just a momentary phase of her being stubborn. After five minutes, Tyler cursed and stomped out of the truck over to her. He says nothing, picking her up over his shoulder.
"TYLER! WHAT THE FUCK?! PUT ME DOWN, ASSHOLE!"
He doesn't give in to her retorts, simply swinging her door open and shoving her into the passenger seat. He gets into his driver's side and slings his arm on her headrest, turning to back the truck around.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you have some sort of sick kink where you get off on ruining my life? I had a perfect shot, it-"
"You had a perfect shot of getting sucked into a tornado is what you had, Y/N. You're gonna get yourself killed gettin' that fuckin' close!"
"Like you would care." Her voice isn't even a mumble, and Tyler hardly hears her over the sounds of the storm.
It sends a jab of pain through his heart he doesn't expect, and instead of saying anything, he lets her stew in anger in his passenger seat. When he drops her off at her dorm, she agrees to email him her half of the project, and a week later he receives it.
He opens the email to find exactly what he imagines, the most spectacular shots of a storm he's ever seen. After the report and photos are submitted, the two never speak to one another again. They both graduate under the same Arkansas sun, but lead different lives in the same area of the country. Y/N swears she sees his truck pass her every time she goes out to shoot, and he sees her in every girl that stands in a field with a camera.
Y/N would never admit that she has a burner account subscribed to his livestreams, or that she laughed and smiled as she watched him hoop and holler with his ragtag group of friends, memories of the chases they once went on filling her mind more fondly than painfully these days. And if she had one of the red and white shirts with his stupid cartoon face plastered against it, well, no one would ever know.
When Boone and the rest of his crew would stop for food and rest breaks, if Tyler saw her name plastered in a newspaper or magazine, he'd put it on the counter next to his plethora of snacks. He'd never admit he'd cut her articles out of them and kept them in a small scrapbook that lived in his glovebox, right next to the picture of her that once lived in his visor-only because a magazine cut-out clip of her lived there now, her smiling with a massive twin barrel storm behind her, the gold chain peeking from the shirt was wearing.
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iii.
"Ty, man, this one's a beaut! She's unreal!"
Boone's voice filled Tyler's ears from the passenger seat, but as Tyler looked out at the horizon, his attention was far from the brunette that sat next to him. He saw her car before he saw her-the same rink-dink, decked out, black Subaru she'd had in college, meaning she was here on her own, not for business.
His green eyes darted to the field across from where it was parked, spotting her instantly as she stood in the tall grass, hair blowing as she brought her camera to her face, crouching down to get the perfect shot. She shook her head when she pulled back from it, enjoying the sight in front of her.
Tyler puts the truck in park and all but barrels out of the door, his boots taking him towards her, but not nearly fast enough.
"Jesus, who's that? And why's she got Ty all in a tizzy?" Boone leans over to Lilly, who gives him an incredulous look.
"That's Y/N Y/L/N, she's a storm photographer, apparently he's got some fan girl crush on her or somethin', he keeps her work in a binder."
"Holy shit! Tyler knows the Y/N Y/L/N?"
Tyler would've blushed and denied Lilly's statement vehemently, but he was too far away to hear. Instead, the whipping winds and the sound of Y/N's delightful laughter filled his ears.
"She's a beaut, huh?" Tyler's voice carries over the noise, falling on Y/N's ears. She takes a breath and turns to face him for the first time in years. She nods slowly.
"Yeah, she's gorgeous. Got some great shots."
Her throat feels dry as his eyes peer down at her. She finally braves a look up at him.
"Um, I'm not studying it or anything, just bored, really. I'll let you and your crew have her."
She gives him a small smile, but he notes it's genuine as she caps the lens on her camera.
"It was good to see you, Ty. Good luck."
"Y/N, wait. I-I need to ask you somethin'."
She pauses her steps, turning back to face the man in front of her. For a split second, he looks just like the younger version that had left her all those years ago-the hat, the belt buckle, but none of that same all consuming fear.
"Sure, go ahead."
"Why do you still wear it? I saw you, that time in college, and when you did that shoot outside of Kansas City, the picture they published of you, it-you can see it real clear."
Y/N stills, pushing back hair that's blowing in the wind as she looks at him. She could say a multitude of things-how she wore it because she'd gotten so used to always wearing it. That she wore it because she wanted to hold onto him the only way she could. She could lie and say that she used it as a good luck charm. None of them would be the truth, and she was sick of lying to him, so she simply told the truth.
"Well, all the best chasers, they carry their first storm with them, right?"
She pauses, realizing how vague that was.
"What I mean is, without you taking me through my first storm I never would've done this. I was terrified of them, and you and that stupid red truck of yours showed me how beautiful they can be, and now I capture their beauty for a living. I never would've had any of this without you, so-"
She shrugs, giving him a small chuckle. The silence suffocates as he looks at her.
"Tyler listen-"
"If you're gonna apologize, don't. I'm the one that should apologize, I left you all those years ago. That was real shitty of me, and I didn't give you a warnin' or a reason why. So, I'm sorry, for all of it."
She nods, giving him a smile. The quiet floods between them again, and she pushes back her hair again before she speaks.
"I-I watch your videos, y-your livestreams. You're still crazy, but it reminds me of when we used to chase, and you'd scare me to death, and then you'd, uh, 'apologize' for it and, sometimes it's like I'm there with you."
He laughs with her.
"I-I've got every newspaper and magazine clippin' you've ever been in. You're pictures they're-breathtakin', it feels like you're standin' in the field right there next to you. I guess that's just because I used to be and memories, ya know?"
She nodded, giving him a sweet smile, one that sends his heart racing. They both turn their attention to the horizon where the storm seems relatively calm, at least by their standards.
"Uh, Y/N? I'm sorry, I promised you somethin' all those years ago, and I never made good on it. I think about that a lot, and-just-I'm sorry."
"I forgave you a long time ago, Ty, we were kids." She pauses, tilting her head as she looks at the storm brewing. "Besides, I don't think I'm cut out for that life anymore, I like life on the road. I mean, where else do you get moments like this? The storms back home are wonders, but nothing like this."
"I agree with you there," he chuckles. His heart pounds, and the words slip out of his mouth before he can stop them. "I miss you though."
She cuts her eyes to his own, as if waiting for him to explain himself.
"You were my original chasin' partner, ya know? Plus, when things got scary, you never flinched, not really. This reporter I've got now? God help us all, can't stand much more than a strong wind."
Y/N laughs loudly before she shakes her head.
"Well, you might be in luck. I hate working for that magazine, I really, really do." She turns to face him, camera pulled close to her chest. "The Tornado Wranglers hiring? I'm looking for a job. I have a portfolio if you need it, references too."
Her statement is laced with sarcasm.
Tyler finds himself laughing now, a wide smile plastered across his face.
"I'm familiar with your work, have it on good graces that you're just what we're lookin' for. Lucky for you, we've always got room for one more, that is, if you'll have us. I gotta warn you, those over there are a handful."
"If they're anything like you, I'm likely to fall in love with them instantly."
Y/N doesn't register the words stumbling out of her mouth until they'd already filled the air between them. Without a word, Tyler grabs her hand, pulling her in closer than people who have a history like theirs should. His calloused fingers reach out to the gold pendant lying on her neck, moving it back and forth between its fingers. It had withstood their time apart-it was scratched and a little weather-worn, but, then again, so were they.
"The clasp broke about a year ago, the rest is all original. Pure gold, willing to sell it for a good offer. The guy at the pawn tried to undersell me, I know what I've got."
Tyler's chest warms, that sarcastic, witty humor he'd missed back in full force.
"Do you take alternate forms of payment?" He pulls her in by her waist with a cocky grin.
"Depends, Owens, what did you have in mind?"
He cocks his eyebrow, giving her a sort of contemplative look as his hands rest on the small of her back, hers around his neck.
"Well, I still owe you about-," He lifts his hand from around her and pretends to count on his fingers. "A billion apologies, we could chase this stunner of a storm, drop these characters back off at the motel, find us an empty field, and I could apologize like I used to...maybe?"
She shakes her head and pulls him in for a heated kiss. They're both smiling so hard its hardly a kiss, but the feelings are there.
"You've got yourself a deal, but I'm keeping the necklace."
"Wouldn't have it any other way, baby." He kisses her head, pulling her back towards his group of friends, who were now whistling at the pair, obviously catching the interaction. "Fair warning, after he finds out just who you are, Boone's likely to fall in love with you."
She raises her eyebrow, pulling away and heading towards the motley crew ahead of her.
"Guess you'll just have to chase me next."
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yandere! childhood friend who still reminisces about your childhood together. yeah, the two of you may be grown now but he's been your day 1 and he just can't help but think about how you used to cling to him and adore him so much! he wishes you'd still do that but it is what it is. no matter how much he wishes otherwise.
yandere! childhood friend who did everything with you. yeah, that also includes practicing kisses. he's your first kiss, and he's never gonna let you forget that. you said you wanted to get better and who is he to refuse? he can't pass up such a prime opportunity! and it's not like he wants anyone else to take it. god no. that would be a tragedy.
"yeah, remember our kissing practices? hah, we were such kids back then!" he watches as you snicker, feeling a warm flush creep up his spine. god, of course he remembers. young and immature as you both were, you both learned together. that's all that really matters to him. "thanks to you, i can now makeout with my partners with ease. you're the best man." and has he told you how muchit infuriates him that you're using your experience to get with others? to please them with the mouth that once touched his? nah, he really can't stand for it. but he isn't allowed to say anything. he's just a childhood friend after all. not for long though.
yandere! childhood friend who wishes he would've accepted your offer to learn how to fuck as well. but no, he just had to be way too delusional back then and tell you to wait for the right one. he must've thought that you'd feel the same and confess then he'd court you slowly before getting to that stage... that never happened unfortunately. not yet at least. he'll make it happen.
yandere! childhood friend who's still a hopeless romantic at heart. a delusional one but a romantic nonetheless. he brings you out on "platonic dates" or whatever the fuck you like to call it, comfort you after your shitty excuse of a partner dumps you, and treats you like the deity that you are. you only deserve the best and he'll be there to provide. none of these losers can't treat you well. he can. he really hopes it'll help you see him as a potential boyfriend!
"i just," you blow your nose, tears streaming down your cheeks as your childhood friend rubs at your back tenderly. "don't know why he'd want to dumo me! we've been going strong for a year already! it's so out of the blue!" yeah, out of the blue huh... not really out of the blue for someone who's been actively theeatening that poor excuse of a man. that menas him, obviously. why he's been threatening him, you ask? because he's not treating you the way you should be treated, duh! sure you look happy but are you really? probably not, he's sure of it. "hey hey, don't worry... I'm here now, aren't i?" he always is, and he always will. you just need to understand that fact and you'll start seeing him in a different light too. don't worry, he has lots of patience. just... don't go sleeping with other people again.
yandere! childhood friend who may or may not be totally super duper mega in love with you. yeah, definitely not in love with you. that would be weird, right? come on, he's your childhood friend! sure you two might've kissed when you were kids and promised to marry one another but those were kiddy promises! that's all they are! he... totally doesn't believe you actually wanna marry him and be his forever and ever.
"so have you started thinking about your future?" he pauses at your question, rubbing at his empty ring finger. future, huh? funny how you ask that when you two are destined to be together at the end of it all. i mean, the two of your promised it as kids, didn't you? sure you're exploring now but at the end if the day, it's him that you come back to, don't you? even if just as a friend. but that's the present, not the future. "nah, not really. just wanna focus on the current moment, y'know?" bullshit, and he knows it. but he doesn't wanna scare you away. not yet at least. you're still out lookign for others which means you haven't come round to the idea of you two together. not to worry, he'll give you a little more time to see how good he is. how good things could be between you two if you just gave him the chance. "i mean, you're here with me." he chuckles, taking your hand in his before placing it on his cheek. you're warm. he likes your warmth, it's so soothing. "that's more than enough for me." half lidded eyes gaze at you, full of emotion and hidden longing before he hums softly. the teo fo you sit in the park in silence, enjoying each other's presence. in the moonlight, everything seems to slow and engulf the two of you in a quiet embrace. he only wishes you would just love him back already. "yeah, I'm glad to be by your side too, best friend." ...he really hates those words. don't worry, good things come to those who wait. and you will be his in due time. you've already had his heart, now all he needs is yours.

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Generational planets such as Pluto, Uranus and Neptune in the 1st house can indicate great fame, since these planets have to do with large crowds of people, causing the native to attract or exert great influence.
Mercury in Aquarius/11th house be careful not to become what you most fear becoming: dogmatic. No matter how formed your opinion is, don't let it become fixed to the point of being your greatest truth.
The 3rd house is very elastic, the one who will define its energy most precisely is the sign in it.
Moon/Venus/Mars in Scorpio/8th house, go practice the Law of Attraction, you have a very powerful aura, you are wasting time if you don't use all this magnitude to get what you want.
You know that Mercury in Scorpio/8th house person you teased? Good luck trying to hide anything from them, in love or hate they will discover your secrets and, if hurt, they will use it against you.
12th house placements, please stay more in touch with the people you love, they miss you. If the distance you maintain is self-imposed, don't forget that the people in your life love you, that they want to have a little more of your physical presence.
My dear Leo, be careful with who you spend your affection with, you give so generously, be careful not to give it to the wrong people, the ones who are secretly jealous of you, who talk about you behind your back. Your heart of gold can "rust" in the wrong hands.
Aquarius placements, get ready, because the definitive entry of Pluto in Aquarius on November 19th of this year until 2044 will be the craziest years of your life. Get ready, there are a lot of big profound changes coming.
Mars in Pisces would do very well if they worked with their mediumship, whether in tarot or astrology or in art.
10th house placements always attract 2nd house placements people, it's incredible. They generally get along very well, they understand each other, they can be very good friends. The 2nd house supports the ambition of the 10th house, the 10th house values ââand pampers the 2nd house.
Taurus, stop crying for that man/woman, you are so beautiful, independent, attractive, don't let him have that power over your heart, woman. You deserve more. Let go, even if it hurts, something better won't take long to appear, don't lower your level, raise it.
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Hiii!!!! Can you do a Charles Leclerc x reader fic maybe during F1 75 Charles and reader whoâs maybe a public figure were sitting at the same table. Either as a wag or ambassador (or both?) and when the host (i forgot his name) makes that joke about his fiancĂ©e and him thinking about Charles when theyâre together but what if instead of him saying he thinks about Charles, he says he thinks about reader and Charles does something about it?
Not really sure about this but Iâm interested in however youâd write it if you do!
Get Your Hands Off My Woman
charles leclerc x reader
or... the one where everyone had to keep their eyes off you
word count : 812
warning : jealous charles, prick jack, english is not my first language!!!
on the radio : miss possesive by tate mcrae



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sitting at the f1 75 gala, youâre trying your best to keep a low profile, though itâs proving difficult given the company at your table. between the bright lights of the cameras and the chatter of the other guests, youâre grateful to be here as a plus one, supporting charles, rather than for your own public persona. you glance at him beside you, the corners of his mouth lifting into a soft smile when he notices you looking. his hand rests on your knee under the table, a small gesture of affection that helps ground you in the chaos.
the night has been flowing smoothly, until jack whitehall, the eveningâs host, takes the stage. his jokes have been light and funny so far, poking fun at drivers and their teams, and everyone is enjoying themselves. but then, jackâs attention shifts toward your table, and a mischievous smile creeps onto his face.
âah, the beautiful people,â jack begins, eyes flicking over you and charles. âand speaking of beauty, charles, mate, youâre one of the lucky ones, arenât you?â
charles laughs softly, though you notice a slight shift in his posture, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your knee. you smile politely, trying to prepare yourself for whatever jack might say next.
âbut I have to be honest, every time my fiancĂ©e and I are, you know, in bed, I canât help but think about someone else. someone much, much better looking.â
the crowd titters with laughter, charles raises an eyebrow, and you feel your cheeks flush. surely heâs not going where you think he is.
âyeah, charles,â jack continues, smirking, âIâm talking about your girl.â
the room bursts into laughter, but all you can hear is the ringing in your ears. you tense up, unsure whether to laugh it off or let your irritation show. charlesâ jaw tightens next to you, his hand now gripping your knee firmly, a sign that heâs not as amused as everyone else seems to be.
jack is still laughing when charles shifts beside you, and before you know it, heâs standing up, speaking into the microphone thatâs connected to the camera which is filing his reaction closely.
âyou know,â charles says, his voice calm but firm, âIâd appreciate it if you didnât talk about her like that.â
the room falls quiet almost instantly, the air thick with tension. your heart is racing now, the attention of the entire room shifting toward your table. you glance at charles, surprised but touched by his protective tone.
jack stammers, clearly caught off guard. âoh, uh, no harm meant, mate. just a joke.â
âI understand,â charles replies, still composed, though thereâs an edge to his voice now, âbut sheâs not part of the joke.â
thereâs an awkward pause as the tension lingers in the room, and you can feel eyes on you from all directions. but charles doesnât back down, his hand still resting protectively on your knee, thumb stroking gently now as if to reassure you.
jack tries to recover, offering a sheepish grin. âright, right. my bad, my bad. lovely couple, by the way. very jealous.â
the crowd chuckles, the atmosphere starting to ease back into something more relaxed, though you can still feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you. you glance at charles, and he gives you a small smile, his eyes softening as they meet yours.
when the attention finally shifts away from your table, you let out a breath you didnât realize youâd been holding. charles leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he murmurs, âare you okay?â
you nod, though you canât help but feel a little flustered by the whole exchange. âyeah,â you whisper back, âIâm fine.â
charlesâ fingers gently squeeze your knee, his expression still serious as he looks at you. âI donât like when people talk about you like that.â
âI know,â you say softly, touched by his protectiveness, âbut you didnât have to say anything.â
âof course I did,â he replies, his voice low but firm. âyou deserve respect.â
his words send a warmth spreading through your chest, and you feel yourself relax a little, leaning into his side. he presses a soft kiss to your temple, the gesture both sweet and reassuring.
âthank you,â you murmur, resting your hand on his thigh under the table.
he doesnât say anything, but the way he looks at you, the way his hand remains steady and comforting on your knee, says enough. he may be a world-class driver, someone who thrives under pressure on the track, but moments like this remind you just how deeply he cares - about you, about protecting you, even from a simple joke.
as the night continues, the buzz of conversation and laughter resumes around you, but in the quiet space between you and charles, everything feels just a little bit lighter.
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© all rights reserved to folkwhoreberry. no stealing or copying will be tolerated.
a/n : jack whitehall slander is slandering and Iâm HERE for it. proud hater since he made that joke about one direction in f1 75!!!
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ââ OLYMPICS MASTERLIST
[đ] DISCIPLINE: SWIMMING
PAIRING: swimmer!mingyu x swimmer!fem reader GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers(ish), idiots that doesn't realise the other one is in love with them too, mingyu is a tease but also down bad WARNINGS: the reader gets hurt (hits her head, nothing too descriptive), mingyu is a hottie WORD COUNT: 3k
SYNOPSIS: what will it take for you and mingyu to finally understand that you're literally meant to be?
natalia's note: @wonijinjin the broad back and bulging biceps are for you
âi canât do this anymore.âÂ
mingyu's words hit you like a speeding train.Â
you quickly lifted your head from where you were looking at your fingers splashing the water, facing your best friend.Â
âw-what?â you asked, horrified. âwhat do you mean?âÂ
his shoulders dropped, causing the water to ripple around your bodies, and you couldnât shake off the feeling that you wouldnât like what he was about to say next.Â
âi canât do this anymore. i canât watch you lose again and again,â he sighed, and dived under the red lane line, emerging a second later right next to you. âitâs,â he took a breath, âheartbreaking.âÂ
with how close he was to you now you didnât have a choice but to look up, which was stupid because come on - you were in the water. a wole ass swimming pool. like, he could literally submerge himself a little bit more and youâd be eye level, but no. kim mingyu had to flash everyone in the damn room with his godly sculptured chest and shoulders.Â
you mentally scolded yourself for losing the last ounces of your dignity over a man, because why was it so hard for you to peel your eyes off his pecs? and a quiet voice inside your head was telling you that mingyu didnât do this by accident - he knew how it affected you. but it shouldnât. you were best friends after all.Â
and best friends didnât look at each otherâs chests. and wide shoulders. and bulging biceps.Â
âthen stop being such a bitch, kim mingyu,â you cleared your throat, suddenly very interested in the purple âparis 2024â banners over his head. âif itâs breaking your heart then thatâs your problem, not mine.â Â
mingyu rolled his eyes, and quickly lifted his hand to splash water at you, making you shriek. what a shame god didnât bless you with quicker reflexes, so you could cover your eyes at least. it was funny how people used to tell your coach that it would be for the best to split your training sessions because you didnât get on well with each other, while in reality you got on well a bit too much.Â
âuh, excuse moi?â you cringed at his horrible attempt to speak french, âyouâre calling the three time world champion and two time olympic gold medalist a bitch?â he put his hand over his heart.Â
âthen why donât you want to race with me anymore?â you practically whined. âare you afraid of getting beaten by a girl? would that do damage to your reputation in the olympic village?â you giggled at his unamused stare. âiâm sure the gymnasts would be very disappointed to find out youâre not as big and strong as they thought,â you pouted at him, mockingly.Â
âi told you baby, i donât want to see you lose again, simple as thatâ mingyu put his hand on your shoulder. âcanât you race against ava or liv?âÂ
you werenât sure if it was better to go underwater or to call for the medics at this point. this infuriatingly hot man just called you baby for godâs sake and he had his hand placed so close to your neck it felt as if he was cradling it. luckly you could blame the cold water for your shivering. the worst part - you were 99% sure you saw him make out with alexa before going to paris, so all of the sweet words and gentle touches were platonic.Â
they meant nothing.Â
which⊠were you even surprised? the hottest guy making out with the hottest girl on the team. both multiple champions. both insanely talented.Â
still, you wouldnât give up, and that definitely wasnât because of your delusions that you could pull the hottest and the best swimmer on the continent, but because you didnât want to lose your best friend.
âyouâre not fooling me, kim mingyu. i think youâre just scared of me beating you.âÂ
he scoffed, and finally lowered himself into the water. thank heavens. âokay then. what do you say about one last race to finish this training off?â mingyu said, and sent you a challenging look, which he knew would rile you up even more.Â
âdeal,â you shook his extended hand. âbut donât come crying to me when you lose.âÂ
âas you wish, my queen,â he bowed his head, and snickered. âbut-,âÂ
âno buts,â you cut him off.Â
âah, ah,â he pointed a finger at you. âif you lose you have to take a bath in the seine.âÂ
sometimes you wondered why exactly you had a crush on him because stuff like these reminded you he was only a man. more like a man-child, but that was if you wanted to be nitpicky.Â
âthatâs illegal, you moron.âÂ
you swore youâd drown him one of these days.
with the goggles over your eyes you swam under the lane line to have a whole lane for yourself, because there was no way youâd fit in one lane with mingyu.Â
âokay champ, letâs see-,â suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder.Â
âje suis dĂ©solĂ©, mais tu dois sortir de l'eau. les prĂ©paratifs pour la course vont bientĂŽt commencer,â one of the volunteers was crouching by the edge of the pool with his hand outstretched in your direction.Â
âuh,â you shot mingyu a quick look, âiâm sorry, je ne comprends pas.â i donât understand. the only french you managed to learn before coming to paris, which you figured would come in handy, and as it turned out - it did. a point for you.Â
âthe competition,â the guy scratched the back of his neck, clearly trying to find the right words. âbegin soon.âÂ
âdo you want us to get out of the pool?â mingyu asked, pointing at him and you and then the outside of the pool.Â
âyes, yes,â the volunteer nodded quickly.Â
well, you could wave your race bye bye.Â
maybe the universe didnât want you and mingyu together, maybe all you were destined to be was friends? besides, one silly race wouldnât make a difference, if anything, it would probably lead to you pulling a muscle, which would mean a big disaster with your eliminations right around the corner.Â
your fate was to end up alone for the rest of your life, crying over a guy you could never have. typical.Â
âshit,â mingyu sighed, taking off his goggles. âi really wanted to race you.âÂ
you sent him a quick smile, dismissing his teasing tone. the quicker youâd realise this wouldnât work out the better for your poor heart.Â
âyeah, thatâs a bummer,â you said, grabbing onto the edge of the pool to pull yourself up.Â
mingyu grinded his teeth and side eyed the volunteer. if it weren't for the dozens of people around you who were clearly starting to prepare for the race, he would have thrown the guy into the water with his own bare hands.Â
âthanks for being a cockblock, dude.â
well, not literally, but this had to be the first time mingyu managed to talk to you without stuttering every other word and not acting that embarrassing. but no. someone had to sweep in and take this away from him.Â
âbe careful,â mingyu ran a hand over his face, and looked over to you, âthe tiles might be slippery.âÂ
âyou donât say,â you said, and shot him a glare. âim not that-.âÂ
but before you could finish your sentence one of your hands slipped and you lost the grip, splashing back into the pool.Â
âhey, hey,â mingyu immediately swam up to you, closing the gap between your bodies in seconds. âare you okay?â he put his arm around your waist, turning you around in his grip so youâd face him.Â
shit.
âdid you hit your head?â he asked quickly, taking off your cap. fuck, mingyu felt his lunch creeping back into his throat. if anything happened to youâŠÂ
âmhm, i think so,â you answered, disoriented. your vision was clearly unsteady and you were shaking in his embrace, though he didnât know if that was due to the cold water or the hit.Â
âfuck,â he muttered, running his hand gently over your head to look for any cuts or bruises. âwe need to get you out of the water.âÂ
you nodded your head slowly, but that was a bad call, because it only made you more nauseous and made your vision even worse.Â
âhey, donât move. put your other arm around my neck and hold onto me,â mingyu said.Â
âbut iâm heavy.âÂ
âshut it or iâll leave you here,â mingyu grumbled, and tightened his hold around you.Â
with ease, as if he was born in the water, mingyu managed to get you to the edge of the pool with ladders, and called for help.
âiâm such a loser,â you mumbled, resting your head against his shoulder. âalmost passing out in the middle of an olympic swimming pool,â you let out a bitter laugh, before whimpering. maybe making bad jokes right after almost cracking your skull open wasnât a good idea.Â
mingyu didnât say anything but you could feel his body tense.Â
âshe hit her head on the tiles,â he said once the medics made their way over to you.Â
they quickly helped him get you out of the water without causing you more pain and laid you on the stretcher. the medics whispered something between them, or maybe you were just so out of it that you couldnât understand what they were saying, but you could clearly make out mingyuâs voice in between.Â
suddenly, you felt as if you were being lifted off the ground, but your blurry vision made it impossible for you to see what exactly was going on.Â
âmin-mingyu?â you called out.Â
âiâm here baby, donât worry,â mingyu said, and reached for your hand, grasping it tightly so youâd know he was really right there next to you.Â
âstop calling me that,â you said, your tone bossy as usual.Â
âstop calling you what?â mingyu couldnât help but giggle when he heard you scoff. good, that meant you werenât that badly hurt.Â
âbaby.âÂ
âwhat if i donât want to?â he asked, and ran a thumb over the back of your hand, smiling to himself when he felt your fingers wrap tighter around his. Â
you shook your head, or at least you tried to. âthen iâll race you and if i win youâll stop.âÂ
âyou know i wonât let that happen,â he said softly.Â
âstop messing with my heart, kim mingyu.âÂ
a champion, an olympics medalist, a man made of steel, and still, mingyu felt like he was melting under your gaze. your big eyes looking up at him, your soft lips parted in a slight gasp, your gentle fingers holding onto him for dear lifeâŠÂ Â
âi wonât,â he shook his head. ânot until you stop messing with mine.âÂ
as it turned out, luckily for you, the impact didnât cause much damage. âit caused panic more than anything else,â the doctor said.Â
âso iâll be able to race on monday, right?â you asked, twisting the rings around your fingers nervously. the olympics were something you sacrificed your whole life for - you couldnât remember the last time you slept in, the last time you ate dinner with your family, the last time you had time for yourself, and if all of that would go to waste because of a stupid mistake⊠you didnât know what youâd do.Â
âdonât worry, youâll be just fine for the race. i think your boyfriend overreacted a bit out there,â the doctor laughed. âmaybe more than a bit.âÂ
you almost choked on the pills you were swallowing, your face burning with heat. the doctor feeding into your delusions was a big no no, and you definitely did not need that right now.Â
âyou might want to text him though, he was sitting outside the whole time we were running tests. had to send him back to the village,â he sighed, âhe looked like a kicked puppy.âÂ
that was dangerous, and you needed to get out of there quickly.Â
mingyu, on the other hand, couldnât stop worrying. after the doctor sent him off, he didnât really know what to do with himself, and he definitely didnât know how he ended up sitting in front of the door to your room.Â
god, he was being so pathetic. instead of telling you how and what he felt, he was acting like a lame highschooler trying to impress you with what? being a faster swimmer? mingyu was never good at flirting but this had to be his lowest low.Â
âgyu? what are you doing here?â his head shot up, and there you were - safe and sound. no bandages, nothing. for the first time since he got out of that damn swimming pool he took in a deep, proper breath.Â
âthe doctor he, umâŠ,âÂ
âi know.âÂ
âyou know?â
âi know,â you nodded. why did he look so nervous all of a sudden? âshouldnât you be at the gym? preparing for tomorrow?âÂ
right. the race.Â
âi probably should,â more than âprobablyâ to be honest. your trainer would most likely have killed him already if not for the fact that he was the best swimmer on the team. âbut i needed to know that you were okay.âÂ
âyou couldâve just texted, you know,â you said. why was he being so⊠un-mingyu?
he shook his head, and stood up to his full 6 feet 2. âlet me put it this way,â he took a step towards you, âi needed to see if you were okay.â
was he really about to risk your whole friendship? all this time spent on getting to know you, your likes and dislikes, what annoyed you and how he could push your buttons to see that bright smile on your face that always made his day a bit better. he didnât want to lose all of that.Â
but⊠mingyu felt his hands reaching out for you on their own to make sure that you werenât in pain anymore, to kiss any bump or scratch to make it better, to hold you close to his chest this evening and keep you safe from all the wet tiles.Â
âlisten,â he scratched the back of his neck. he needed to do something with his hands. âi have to tell you one thing, and please just let me say it because i donât think iâll have enough courage to say it ever again.âÂ
you nodded your head, your gaze slightly confused.Â
it was now or never.Â
âokay, so i know weâre technically only friends from work, but not really since we hang out otherwise, and weâve known each other for how long now? three years? and thatâs great, i love training with you, and going to competitions with you, and hanging out with you, but lately⊠or not lately, really. for a long time-,âÂ
âmingyu,â you sighed, but the boy kept on rambling. âmin,â you tried again, to no avail. âgyu!âÂ
finally, the man in front of you fell silent, looking at you with eyes wide and mouth agape.Â
âi,â you took a deep breath. you knew exactly where this was going. âi canât do this right now,â you said, and watched the spark in mingyuâs eyes die out. âwith what happened today, and the eliminations tomorrow⊠i just canât deal with this right now,â god, this broke your heart. âi need some rest, and i need some sleep,â you added. âbesides, i also have the relay tomorrow, so i need to focus. this is not only about me, but about the girls. i canât let them down.â  Â
mingyuâs heart dropped. if he knew this would end like this, then why was he feeling so disappointed? but he couldnât be mad at you, no. it wasnât your fault you werenât feeling the same, and it definitely wasnât your fault for wanting some rest. the olympics meant so much to you, and he knew how excited you were for them - he wouldnât take that happiness away from you.Â
âof-of course,â mingyu said, though his voice, his body language, his gaze - his everything, screamed anything but âof courseâ. he nodded his head and shrugged. âiâll see you later then.â
you quickly grabbed his arm before he could turn around. âgyu,â you said. âi canât deal with this now, but i never said i couldnât deal with this ever.âÂ
he was so cute, you couldnât help but hide your smile behind your hand. with slightly dishevelled hair (probably from running his fingers through them too much), un-matching shirt and pants, which you were sure were from last season, and his mingyu smile that showed off his canines⊠youâd have to be stupid and blind not to have a massive crush on this man.Â
âr-really?âÂ
you nodded your head.
âmaybe we can talk about this tomorrow?â you said, and slid your hand down his arm to his hand. âafter the eliminations?âÂ
mingyu looked down wide-eyed at your hand holding his. was this really happening? maybe he was the one to hit his head? his poor heart and fuzzy brain couldnât actually believe that the girl he had been pining after for god knows how long was actually saying that⊠that she liked him back? huh, if this was a dream he hoped heâd never wake up.Â
âyes,â he breathed. âwe can do that.âÂ
âgreat,â you smiled, and mingyu felt his heart skip a beat. âyouâll be watching me tomorrow, right?â
âyou know i will,â mingyu said, squeezing your hand, and this - your hand in his - this felt right. this was right, and this was how it was always supposed to be. âi always do.âÂ
and then he did something that almost knocked you off your feet.Â
he quickly closed the gap between you, pushing your body gently against the door behind you, and placed a soft peck on your cheek. you almost didnât notice how his strong arm had snuck around you, holding your waist in a featherlight touch that didnât quite match his strong hands and big biceps, or how the other one cradled the side of your face, and how his thumb stroked your cheek. almost.
and it was only a kiss on the cheek.Â
âgood luck, baby.â
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⥠TW: nsfw, noncon, yandere, kidnapped reader, murder of nameless side characters
⥠fem reader
Thinking about that moment of violent change youâre forced to go through when your loving boyfriend becomes the terrifying man you donât recognizeâand how it completely eradicates the reality youâd grown so comfortable in, realizing it was all some perfectly orchestrated lie.
Rope burns on your wrists and ankles, tears streaking your chunky cheeks, and a poor soulâs blood on your pretty face belonging to some guy whoâd gotten a little too close for comfort.
Heâd cut him down like it was nothing.
The knife is held still by his side, a shining red murder weapon, dripping on the floor in the growing pond by his feet. He sighs heavily, casts his head back then looks behind him, beholding you through slim eyes, clicking his tongue, âLook what you made me doâŠâ
He wouldnât be the only one⊠several victims followed in his bloody pathâwitnesses whoâd seen him struggle with you, kicking and screaming for all your worth, trying anything to get away. You were all too easily manhandled into the car, and could only watch behind the locked door, banging with bound fists on the glass while he gutted other passersby whoâd threatened to call the police.
Driving off, he growls at you, first to shut up and then, âThat was your faultâif only youâd been a good girl, none of those innocent people would have had to die.â His knuckles whiten on the wheel, wringing it in his stained gripâscarlet on ivory. âIf you donât want any more blood on your hands, you better sit pretty and not cause me any more trouble.â
You sob uncontrollably and inconsolably despite the threatâyou canât stop yourselfâyou canât even comprehend his words. None of it makes any sense. Youâd seen it all, and yet you canât understand itâany of it. Youâd watched the sweet guy you knew shed his skin and become a monster right before your eyes. It must be some bad dream, some terrible, awful, horrible nightmare.
But even if it is, you donât want him touching you ever again. It makes you physically sick to your stomach to think youâd ever shared a bed with himâexchanged sweet nothings in the damp heat of each other. No, no, no, itâs not the same personâit canât be. It canât be true. What about the smiles youâd shared over breakfast, those times youâd surprised each other at lunch, all the dates, all the gifts, all the kisses, the future youâd talked about?
Youâd fallen in love. But youâve fallen in love with someone who doesnât even exist.
He makes sure the door to the bedroomâs under lock and a key he stores somewhere you wonât find it. You squirm in your bonds on the bed when he approaches, shivering with whimpers under his hands, flinching at his touch while he unties you, then cringing as he angles your face to look at himâwanting to pry free, anything not to look into those changed eyes.
You hadnât thought his build was imposing before, it hadnât struck you as lethal. Naively, youâd thought him cozyâa big chest and a warm embrace he would scoop you up in, a safe place you could live. Heâs cold now, menacing and filthy from his crimesâthe body of a killer, a cold-blooded murderer. Heâs so big it makes the room feel too small for the both of you. Claustrophobic.
He forces your gaze to him, and itâs all you see, those eyes, those unrecognizable eyes, with that look within you canât understand, beholding you with burden.
âI still love you,â he states, though it angers him. âEven though you broke my heart. I still love you.â
You shake your head, or you try to, but it results in only tiny tremors caught in his hand where he keeps your chin, bloody fingers buried in your plump cheeks, squeezing so hard you wince.
âBut it doesnât come for free,â he seethes with an awful sneer. A type of grimace youâd never thought him capable of, overfilled with disdain. âMy love is earned. And after all you did today, youâre in deep debt.â
He lets go of your face with a nasty shove, taking a mean grip on your shirt instead, using both fists to tear it down the middle. You yelp and cover yourself, but that only angers him furtherâcausing him to grab your wrists and pin them to your side. You think you feel your joints popping.
âTest me, and Iâll hurt you,â he growls, his teeth bared at your ear where your face curls to hide itself in the pillow. âI donât want to, but if thatâs what it takes to make you sorry, then so be it. Be good, and I wonât have to take it that far.â
You lie as still as you can muster while he removes the restâroughly as he goesâyour bra, your skirt, your underwear. You only snivel and toil with the sheets in weak little fists, making your joints cramp upâfeeling raw under him, at the mercy of those blood-dried hands.
You understand what heâs about to do, and yet it doesnât really dawn on you before you hear the sharp ringing of his belt buckle being undone. You donât look, but you donât close your eyes eitherâthe room is already dark enough that closing your eyes would make you feel too close to death. So, you keep your gaze fixed to the side, to the stale wall.
The bed bounces you as he shuffles. The urge to run bubbles within, but you know it wouldnât be to your advantage. So your mind spins, thinking of other possibilities, growing ever more panicked when coming up empty.
He spits on your slit, then rears it with his spitefully erect shaftâpushing in without further prep. And you lose all sense of control.
Twisting at the attack, you scream again, âNo! Stopââ
Your hands barely touch him before heâs answered the protest with a tightening grip on your neck. Unrelenting, your throat instantly snares, and you choke on any further outburst.
âI told you,â he chastises. âWhy do you have to force my hand, huh?â
You gasp for any sliver worth of air, sipping through the cracks of his chokehold, but itâs very nearly sealed completely shut. You try lifting his grip with your own, both hands holding onto his wrist, wanting to pull loose but achieving nothing.
Itâs so pitiful that he ignores the effort. Using his remaining hand to continue what heâd set out to do. Planting his tip at your unprepped entrance, he wasted no time before surging forward.
Your vision starts to spot, and your hands grow weak, barely hanging on.
âThatâs good. Lie still and take it,â he groansâhis lips on your cheek as he bullies through your dry walls, only aided by his spit. âAnd I might consider onceâ enough.â Â
You donât have a choice, feeling your body go numb. He picks your thigh up over his hip and drives deeperâstarting a steady pace without letting go of your throat, squeezing the life out of you. Your hands finally drop, lying limp, and still, you feel it deep withinâthe thrusting as he beats your sorry cunt into an aching mess, then fills you up with awful warmth.
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Ruin You
Mattheo Riddle, an incubus, is used to getting his way. But when he falls for you --the one girl immune to his charms -- and learns of your innocence, he's overcome with the want to ruin you for anyone else.
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Seduction came to Mattheo Riddle as if it was his mother tongue â natural, unhurried. He knew exactly what to say, how to say it, and the way to angle his smirk just right to make people weak in the knees. His smile was devastating, his voice rich and deep, his touch always featherlight yet never failing to leave a scorching heat behind. He thrived off sexual innuendos, his existence woven into every fantasy and every intimate thought that flitted through every mind.
But you seemed to be immune to his charms.
Remaining blissfully ignorant to his attempts, you somehow escaped every interaction with the demon entirely untouched by the sin that dripped from his lips. It was confusing, infuriating, yet somehow intoxicating; only serving to make him thirst for more.Â
âYou know,â he purred, leaning closer to where you sat in the common room. âIf you ever need help with anything, Iâm here. You only have to ask.âÂ
You blinked up at him, and a wholesome smile spread across your lips. âThatâs so sweet of you, Matty. Youâre such a good friend.âÂ
He nearly choked on his own spit at your response. Friend? He was a literal demon of temptation and desire, and yet you thought his actions were friendly?Â
His flirtations only escalated after that. Every smirk, wink, lingering touch, was only met with a beaming smile or polite nod. You were a puzzle, a challenge. He wanted to figure you out â to understand how to get his message across. And yet he found himself drawn to you in other ways; ones that werenât driven solely by physical need.
Then he heard the rumors.
He hadnât meant to eavesdrop. He was just drinking at a party like usual, when he heard Pansyâs voice. âY/nâs a virgin? Makes sense I guess. But with a face like that, I expected more,â he heard her say.Â
He felt the world tilt for a moment, and not from the alcohol he was drinking. Everything in him was screaming, the depraved part of him clawing at the edges of his restraint. A virgin. Pure. Untouched.
His body ached at the thought, and the demonic part of him longed to find you and corrupt you, defile you. But the last thing he wanted was for you to see him as he was â a monster, a predator, a creature of hunger and lust. He wanted you desperately, needed you even, but he would never force anything on you.
For the first time in his life, Mattheo Riddle was at a complete loss for what to do.
Although it was difficult, Mattheo tried to distance himself after that revelation. He told himself that it was for your own good, that you were better off without him, that he would ruin you if he got too close.Â
But the more he resisted, the more unbearable the distance from you became. He still heard your laugh echoing throughout the corridors, still caught glimpses of you in the Great Hall, still felt the echo of your innocent touches that lingered, their memory like a brand seared into his skin.Â
However, you noticed the change in his behavior almost instantly, and began to wonder if youâd done something wrong.
âMatty?â You asked one day, your voice soft and uncertain. Youâd caught him just after curfew, when everyone was meant to be heading to their dorms. âAre you mad at me? Have I done something?âÂ
Mattheoâs fists clenched at his sides, not able to stand the way your doe eyes were filled with guilt and concern. No fear, no anger, no suspicion, just pure and genuine worry. It broke his heart, and he had to look away. âNo angel, you didnât do anything.âÂ
You tilted your head in confusion, and your brows furrowing. âThen why have you been avoiding me?âÂ
His mouth floundered as he searched for something to say. What could he possibly say that wouldnât scare you? That wouldnât hurt you? Yet he couldnât bring himself to lie either. âYou wouldnât understand,â he muttered, giving a non-answer while shoving his hands into his pockets.
âThen explain it to me,â you said, looking up at him expectantly.
Finally, his eyes meet yours. You stood firm, gaze unwavering, arms crossed over your chest. The sight of you, so determined, so concerned, made him snap.Â
âYou drive me mad, you know that? Every time you smile at me, every goddamn touch, makes me go absolutely insane. I want you so bad⊠I wanna ruin you for anyone else.
âSo? Who said I didnât feel the same way, Matty?â
He stared at you in utter disbelief. âBut all the hints I threw-âÂ
âYeah, I get those now,â you grumble. âAfter I realize you share the same feelings. I just⊠didnât want to assume.âÂ
He scoffs and takes a step closer. âSo you want this too?âÂ
As soon as you nod, heâs on you. His lips crashed against yours, desperate and hungry, his fingers tangling in your hair, tugging lightly, as he backed you against the wall. One hand slid to the small of your back, pressing you flush against him, and you could feel his desire pressing against you. The kiss was fervent, full of pent-up desire, yet beneath the urgency there was tenderness.Â
âYou donât know what you do to me,â he whispered between kisses, his breath hot on your skin. âIâve wanted this for so long. Youâre so fucking perfect.âÂ
His hands were warm as they slid under your shirt, pushing it up and over your head. Your bra was next, falling away to meet your shirt, and you should have been mortified of being so exposed in the common room. But you couldn't find it in yourself to care. Not when his touch ignited something within you that you never knew was there, not when his lips brushed against your ear, whispering sweet praises that made your stomach tighten with need.
His own shirt was next, falling into the growing pile of clothes forgotten on the floor. Hands finding your hips, he spun you around, and you immediately braced yourself against the wall. The stone was hard and cold against your hands, and the cold air of the common room caused your nipples to pebble. His touch drifted down your back, before slipping under your skirt to rub against your core. Letting out a gasp of surprise, your hips jolted towards his touch, earning a soothing hum from the man behind you.
âIâll be gentle, okay? So fucking gentle,â he murmured as he moved your panties to the side. Two fingers slipped inside your cunt with ease, earning a whine from you.Â
âFuck. You're so tight. So wet,â he groaned as he curled his fingers, hitting that spongy spot that made you see stars. âI really am the only one to touch you like this? Gonna be the first and last, yeah?âÂ
âYeah,â you moaned, head falling forward as a knot started to form in your belly.
His fingers picked up their pace, pumping and curling just right, just enough to drive you dangerously close to the edge. âI want you to promise, angel. Promise me Iâll be the only one to ever see this beautiful pussy of yours.âÂ
You nodded enthusiastically, but that didn't satisfy him. Right as you were about to finish, he tore his hand away from you, leaving you teetering on the brink. The loss and emptiness made you whimper, but when you heard him unbuckling his belt, anticipation replaced the frustration. The suspense made you tense, your thighs pressing together in search of relief.
The head of his cock brushed against your entrance, teasing, but he didn't move. âI want to hear you say it. Promise me, angel.â
âI promise,â you whined, growing impatient from the loss of sensation. You wanted him desperately.
That was all he needed to hear, his hips surging forward, thrusting into you with one swift motion. A choked gasp escaped your lips, the stretch making you wince. He stilled, letting you adjust, though his grip on your hips tightened like he was barely holding himself back.
âSo fucking perfect,â he groaned, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. Your fingers curled against the wall, and when you started to squirm, he took that as a hint to move. His first thrust was slow, gentle. It was your first time after all. But eventually his restraint snapped. His rhythm was deep and deliberate, fucking into you as if this was the last thing he'd ever do.
One hand snaked around your body to rub tight circles on your clit that made your knees buckle. He caught you, keeping you upright as his pace never faltered.Â
âFeel so good. Like you were made for me,â he moans, his voice raw.Â
His continued ministrations made pressure build once again, white-hot pleasure beginning to curl insistently in your stomach. You could feel it, the inevitable, and his increasingly erratic movements were a tell-tale sign that he was close too.Â
âCome for me,â he whispered, coaxing you. âProve to me how perfectly you were made for me.â
Pleasure crashed over you, blinding and all-consuming. You tightened and fluttered around him, eliciting a guttural moan from deep within his throat. He followed soon after, burying himself deep with a groan.Â
For a moment, neither of you moved, lost in the shock of what had just happened. Then he pulled out and turned you around, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.Â
âYou did perfect, just like I knew you would.â
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SYLUS: hide and seek



WORD COUNT: 3.7K
SUMMARY: Sylus decides to help you learn how to understand and handle him âĄÌ
NOTE: I love playful Sylus!!!!!! he deserves to playyyy
WARNINGS: 60% smut, 30% play, Sylus likes to give up his control and lord knows he craves that, oral sex, unsafe sex (please donât be like them)
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You burst into the room, breath ragged, the echo of pursuing footsteps closing in. A distant door slamsâloud, jarring. Thereâs no time to think. You lunge for cover, heart pounding, slipping behind Sylusâ chair as instinct takes over.
You crouch low, trying to make yourself smaller, pressing against the heavy fabric of the armchair. Your fingers curl into the edge of the rug for grounding. Every second could split open into violence. You can hear themâboots pounding, floorboards groaning, the occasional clatter of something knocked over in haste.
Theyâre getting closer.
But Sylus?
He doesnât flinch. Doesnât tense. He only reaches lazily for a pen, twirling it between his fingers as if the room isnât seconds from invasion. His attention flickers briefly, not to the sound outsideâbut to the disruption of your presence. A soft, amused breath escapes him. He lowers his pen, lets his glasses slide a little further down the bridge of his nose.
Thenâwithout even turning his headâhe speaks.
âWhy are you hiding behind me?â
His voice is maddeningly calm, touched with dry amusement. You feel it rumble in the space as a slow-moving storm. You peek up at him from behind the chairâat the sharp lines of his shoulders, the way the lamplight throws shadows across the papers heâs annotating in precise, immaculate script.
âIâI had to,â you stammer. You canât quite steady your voice. âTheyâre coming. I didnât know where else to go.â
âYou came here.â He tilts his head just slightly. âOf all the doors you couldâve thrown open, you chose mine.â
You open your mouth, but he raises a fingerâalmost absentmindedlyâas if to hush a student mid-interruption.
âIâm not saying I mind,â he says smoothly. âItâs just interesting. People tend to seek me out when theyâre desperate.â
He shifts in the chair, the worn leather creaking beneath him as he leans back. His legs cross slowly, elegantly, and he returns to his notes without a trace of concern. The silence outside is deceptiveâ the eye of a storm. Your heart drums too loud in your ears.
Then, quietly, you whisper: âYou donât see me.â
He pauses.
Just for a second.
The pen stills in his hand.
A knowing smile curls at the edge of his mouth.
âOh, sweetheartâŠâ His voice is a drawl now, velvety and dangerous. âI see you better than anyone ever has.â
You freeze.
He doesn't look up from his papers, and for a moment, you're unsure if heâs completely aware of the danger drawing near. But then you hear itâthe faintest shift in the air, a barely perceptible tension.
"Iâm surprised youâre afraid of them," Sylus continues, his tone casual, but with that unmistakable underlying smugness. âYouâre losing your edge, kitten." He leans back in his chair, still not fully turned toward you, his voice dripping with mock casualness. "I suppose youâll have to protect yourself, wonât you?"
You can't help but roll your eyes. The man is infuriating, always two moves ahead, always expecting everyone around him to follow suit. But... he does care. In his own twisted, strategic way, he does. And for all his arrogance, it's that caring, that soft spot for you, that keeps you close. He knows you can handle yourself, that youâre capable.
"You don't need to worry about me," you say, standing up slowly, ready to face whateverâs coming. You feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins, your instincts sharp and ready for anything. You trust yourselfâand him, even when he's impossible.
"Of course I donât," he replies, still not looking at you, but there's an unmistakable glint in his eyes now. "But do try to avoid getting yourself killed. Iâd prefer not to clean up the mess."
The smug grin on his face never wavers, but thereâs a dangerous edge behind itâone that speaks to his true nature. Heâs ruthless, a man who never hesitates to go to any lengths for what he wants, even if it means taking lives. Yet, when it comes to you... there's something softer beneath it all.
You take a step forward, the confidence heâs instilled in you propelling you. You donât need him to shield you. You donât need anyone to do that. But you can feel his gaze on you now, watching, waiting. Encouraging. His words might be mocking, but his eyes say otherwiseâheâs eager to see how far youâll go.
And youâll show him. Youâll show him that you donât need protection. Youâll prove to him, and to yourself, that youâre not the one to hide anymore.
You step toward the door strategizing your next move, with haste. You will figure it out, you always do.
In a quick, desperate motion, you yank open the door.
âSylus made me do it!â
Your voice cuts through the hallway, sharp and shaking. The twinsâalready mid-argumentâfreeze. They gasp in unison, wide-eyed, clutching each other as the weight of your words sinks in.
âBoss! No way!ââšâHe threatened you?!â
You nod gravely, committing to the drama with the weight of someone preparing for trial. âHe said heâd take out Mephistoâs batteries if I didnât comply. I had no choice. It was life or death.â
Gasps. Real gasps.
âBoss! Thatâs low!ââšâYou know Mephisto gets cranky without his charge!â
Behind you, Sylus doesnât even look up. He exhalesâbarelyâand flips a page in his notebook with the nonchalance of someone utterly bored by your slander.
âAnd what if I did do it?â he murmurs without inflection, heâs entertaining the idea just to see how far theyâll take it.
The twins freeze. Slowly turn to look at each other, the internal gears visibly turning as they try to figure out how serious he might be.
âWellâŠââšâI meanâŠâ
Sylus tilts his head, finally looking up from his papers with a predatorâs patience. âWould you⊠punish me?â
That shuts them both up fast.
âBoss! How could you say that!ââšâDonât make it weird!â
He sighs and turns back to his papers, completely unfazed.
âApologies, Miss Hunter,â Luke and Kieran say together but not in unison.
âYou did technically threaten my life,â you mutter, stepping back in and pulling the door shut, âbut⊠itâs literally fine.â
âYouâre super chill for someone whose life was just endangered,â one twin calls out.
âThanks for being cool about it!â the other adds, sheepishly.
âYeah, anywho, see you later!â
âBye! Sorry again!â
You lean back against the door once it closes, exhaling all the nonsense in one long, exhausted breath.
Sylus doesnât even pause his writing.
âWhat happened to not needing protection?â he drawls, bleeding smug ink into every watered down syllable.
âI panicked,â you admit, too tired to fake confidence. At least youâre honest.
He hums in amusement, tapping the end of his pen against his chin. âIt seems your personal growth will just have to wait.â
âSylus. It was serious.â
Now he glances up, finally meeting your eyesâbrows raised, that half-smile toying with the edge of his mouth.
âYou accused me of blackmail.â
âAnd they believed it!â
âThatâs not the win you think it is.â
You cross your arms. âI saved Mephisto.â
âI see.â He says as he flips through Onychinus special top secret papers that could effect the lives of countless people in positive and negative ways all according to his choices.
âSylus, I-â you donât even want to say it. âI caught their book on fire.â
âI wasnât aware arson was something you enjoy.â
You drag your feet on the way back to his desk, each step heavier than the last, the guilt pulls at your ankles. When you finally reach him, you donât sitâyou just plant your hands on the front edge of his desk and lean all your weight into it, letting your head drop forward, collapsing under your shame.
Sylus doesnât say anything right away. You can feel his eyes on you, hear the slow scratch of his pen as it comes to a halt.
âI lied to them,â you mutter, voice muffled by your own despair. âI threw you under the bus. A very large, twin-powered bus.â
Still, no response.
You sigh, lifting your head just enough to glare at the surface of his desk. âThey have this book,â you say, finally unraveling, âlike an actual book, handwritten and everything, with rules and tips and âhow to handle Sylus without being emotionally mauled.â Itâs their pride. They treat it like scripture.â
That earns a faint twitch of his brow, but nothing more.
âAnd itâs not entirely my fault,â you continue, defensively now, straightening a little. âThey lit a candle next to it. I told them that was a terrible idea, and they ignored me. And then I sneezed. And the pages caught. And I may have⊠panicked and flailed.â
Sylus raises a brow slowly. âYou flailed?â
âI didnât mean to! But once the corner was on fire, I was trying to smack it out and then it just⊠accelerated.â
He leans back in his chair, folding his hands in front of him with maddening calm. âSo to be clear, you lied, framed me, and burned their holy text.â
You nod grimly. âIn my defense, it was an accident. All of it.â
He stares at you in silence for a moment longer, then finallyâfinallyâsmirks. âYouâre lucky they didnât exile you.â
âI panicked!â
âAnd in the spirit of panic, you offered me up as the sacrificial lamb.â
You grimace. âYes.â
He tilts his head, amused. âAnd how do you intend to make amends?â
You think for a moment, then sigh. âI was hoping you'd help me rewrite the book.â
Now he laughsâsoft and low, but unmistakable. âThis book about how to handle me?â
âyeahâ
He finally stands up and with such ease walks around his desk and over to you.
âYou know about this, because youâve used it?â He is so confident
âit didnât work.â you admit
âbut you tried.â He crosses his arms.
âweâd just met, I didnât understand you.â
âbut now you know how to handle me.â
âno.â
âdo you want me to tell you how?â
He actually wants to help?
âIs this something I can teach the twins? I feel like I owe them something.â
âNo,â He stands infront of you making you lean back against his desk. âthis is just for you.â Heâs so close you have to look up to him.
âok, teach me then.â
Sylus' smile is slow and full of wicked amusement, a storm forming just behind calm eyes. He doesn't speak at firstâhe just watches you, a soft hum rumbling in his chest warning an awaiting impact.
âAlright,â he says finally, his voice lower now, a little rougher. âLesson one, kittenâconcessions arenât given. Theyâre earned.â
He leans in, his hands bracing on either side of you, caging you against the desk without touching you. The tension between you crackles, electric and thick, your breath catching in your throat as his gaze drags over your face in a slow, deliberate caress.
âYou want to know how to make me concede?â His words are a whisper now, almost reverent. âYou make me want to give in.â
Your heart pounds. Youâre caughtâby his voice, by his presence, by the way he makes something as dangerous as surrender feel like a privilege. You nod slowly, lips parted.
His hand lifts, fingertips tracing along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, as though memorizing you for the hundredth time. âYou're already doing it,â he murmurs. âBut donât think you can stop there.â
He leans in, brushing his lips just barely across yours. Itâs not a kissâitâs a threat of one, a promise, a game.
You rise up into it, eyes slipping closed as you press your mouth to hisâsoft, then deeper, until the kiss spirals into something breathless and consuming. Your fingers thread into his hair, tugging, pulling him closer. He groans against your mouth, the sound deep and low, and for a flicker of a moment, he loses control.
You feel him shiftâno longer the teacher, the strategist, but just a man who wants you, who canât stop himself.
You gasp between kisses, breathless, âI need you to help meâplease, Sylusââ
Thatâs what does it. The moment you say it, soft and trembling against his lips, he breaks.
âOh, kittenâŠâ His voice is strained now, eyes dark as he pulls you up onto the desk with a strength and urgency that doesnât startle youâit thrills you. âYouâre a quick learner,â he breathes, mouth finding yours again. âIâm so proud of you.â
Every movement is deliberate, a worship in motion. He touches you as if youâre something sacredâthe moment you reached for him, he stopped being a man and became something softer, something devoted. His hands arenât rushed or greedy. Theyâre reverent. Slow. Exploring the outline of your waist, mapping a territory heâs dreamed of claiming.
His fingers brush beneath your shirt, tracing heat along your skin, and you shiverâin the way his touch asks, never demands. His lips follow, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to the curve of your neck, your shoulder, your chestâpausing to breathe you in, eyes fluttering closed in prayer.
And yet, as much as he gives, you take. You unbutton his shirt with a patience that drives him mad, fingertips dancing over each newly exposed inch of skin. You kiss the hollow of his throat, the center of his chest, the places no one sees but you. Heâs undone by the way you look at himânot as the calculating strategist, not as the sharp-tongued manipulatorâbut as a man. Your man.
You whisper his name, kneeling at his waist, making his breath stutter.
The feel of him so hard in his pants sending shivers up your spine. You look up to him as you unbutton his pants, the tension thick as you reach for him. His breath hitches, eyes closing in the quiet surrender to the moment. You watch his jaw loose , eyes fluttering closed, the warmth pooling in his cheeks and the edges of his ears. You move slowly, savoring the intimacy, your own breath ragged, unsteady.
âKitten,â he purrs as you lower yourself, your lips replacing your hand, flattening your tounge around the underside of his shaft. His fingers thread through your hair as you take him in, his grip tightening when you hollow your cheeks.
The way he moans your name turns you into his mirror, making your own skin flush. His voice is slow and warm with his truth. He is so honest and accepting of his actions and itâs contagious.
His eyes flutter shut, lashes kissing flushed cheeks, and you can feel how close he is to falling apart.âšEvery muscle in his body tightens, straining under the weight of restraint.âšHis hands grip the edge of the desk behind you, not to steady himselfâbut to keep from collapsing completely.
âSweetie, pleaseâ his head tips back in a groan as your tounge swirls his tip.
You hum your approval and his hips jolt in response at the vibration. Slowing your pace, you let your lips linger as they trail back up his stomach, the heat of his skin beneath your mouth causing your chest to tighten with the growing desire.
You tug him back to you by the collar, and he follows without hesitation, lips finding yours again in a kiss thatâs deeper, needier. Itâs less polished nowâless than worship, more than surrender.
Your hands slip into his hair, tugging lightly, and he groans into your mouth. That soundâraw and honestâignites something in you. You guide him back with a push, your thighs parting around his hips, his weight settling against you. It feels rightâthe way your bodies puzzle piece into the places that were always meant to fit.
He kisses you, memorizing thisâif the world were to burn, this is the memory heâd hold onto. And when you pull his shirt off fully, dragging your hands down his back, exhaling your name.
âYouâre killing me,â he whispers into your skin, voice ragged, eyes dark. âAnd Iâd let you.â
And stillâyou donât stop.âšYou donât rush.âšYou donât need to, because every kiss, every breath, every press of your body against his is a quiet unraveling. Heâs never been taken apart like thisâby kindness, by softness.
He lets you strip him of his walls, of his pride, of every defense heâs ever built.âšHe lets you see him raw and human and yours.
Your fingers trail across his skin with reverence, brushing along the line of his jaw, down the curve of his chest, leaving goosebumps in your wake. He leans into your touch as a man starvedâgreedy for affection but never allotted the ability to ever ask.âšBut now, with you, there is no pride. Only need.
The way your lips find his againâslow, deep, devastatingâmakes his breath hitch.
Heâs trembling beneath the softness of your touch, undone by the tenderness no enemy could ever touch him with.âšNo oneâs ever made him feel this safe, this wantedâthis unguarded.
But you donât let him go just yet.âšYou hold him there.âšRight on the edge.âšYour mouth hovers above his skin, your breath brushing hot and slow, driving him further into the tension.âšHis fingers twitch at your waist, desperate, aching to pull you closerâbut he doesnât.âšHe wonât.âšNot without your permission.
You whisper against his ear, âIs this the control you want me to have?â
He shudders. The breath he exhales is sharp, caught between a groan and a plea.âšHis voice is nearly broken. âYouâre going to destroy me.ââšThereâs no venom in itâonly awe. Only wonder.âšBecause even at the edge of his undoing, Sylus still can't believe youâre real.
He lets out the faintest laughâbreathless, breath-catching. Itâs not amusementâitâs disbelief, reverence, the sound of someone on the verge of breaking open in the most beautiful way.
Then his forehead drops to your shoulder, lips brushing your skin as he exhales, shaky and hot. You feel the tension in his bodyâevery muscle pulled tight, trembling from restraint and need.
He exhales sharply, almost a laugh, but thereâs nothing light about it. Itâs desperate, aching.âšâPlease,â he saysâbarely a whisper, it costs him something. âLet me⊠I need to be inside you.ââšHis voice breaks open, vulnerable in a way only you have ever witnessed. âLet me ride it out with you. Let me finish this with you.â
You run your fingers through his hair, cradle the back of his neck, and guide him to you with a soft, wordless nod. He lifts his head slowly, eyes burning into yoursâdark with longing, glassy with emotion. Youâre the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.
And when you finally give inâwhen you guide him where heâs aching to beâhis hands find your hips, but thereâs no urgency in the way he touches you. Just awe. Just care.
His movements are slow but intentionalâ heâs savoring every second with you. You cling to him, pulling him even closer, keep him yours, to make this moment stretch.
He looks at you breaking him openâbut not to hurt him.
To free him.
Heâs never known softness could hold so much power. His lips find your throat, your jaw, your collarboneânot with hunger, but reverence. Kissing you is a prayer.
His forehead presses to yours, his breath fanning across your skin. âYou know Iâm yours,â his voice a rugged whisper. His belief wrapped in certainty. You hum in agreement, your body trembling against your will to keep the power he wants for you.
He grits his teeth, his fingers gripping your waist, trying not to lose himself too soon. âKittenââ His voice is hoarse, tight with restraint. âYou're going to ruin me.ââšYou smile softly,
âMaybe thatâs what you need.â
His hand slides in your hair gently honoring you. The room is warm with the scent of sweat and his fireplace. You can feel a bead of moisture slide down your chin as he cages you in his arms. Each thrust sends you spiraling closer, your fingers clawing at his back as your body tightens around him. Each breath in your ear twinkling down your spine.
He doesnât take.
He gives.
A groan of genuine pleasure slips from his lips, raw and true, the sound of relief. The way his chest rises and falls, the way his breath catches, itâs not just the culmination of desire, but the release of a weight thatâs been pressure he has to hold.
Your breath catches as he movesâfluid, rhythmic, a quiet worship in motion. He groans against your skin when you clutch at him, and you feel it vibrate through your chest. Every sound he makes is yours, pulled from him by the way you hold him, the way you meet him with every pulse, every breath.
The pleasure builds, hot and all-consuming, and thenâblinding, shatteringâyou break into millions of pieces and float through space. Sylus follows, his grip on you tightening almost desperately, the pressure of his hands grounding you as his body shudders with the force of his release.
No war. No danger.
you both finally let goââšfalling together.
âšOnly the sound of your bodies finding stillness in the after, wrapped in the quiet echo of peace.
You meet his eyesâdark, glassy, and sincere.âšAnd you nod.âšBecause this isnât about power.âšItâs about surrender.
And tonight, the only battle worth fighting,âšis the one you lose together.
When the storm has quieted and the desk is no longer a battlefield but a quiet place of afterglow and breathless laughter, he holds you in his lap, cheek resting on your shoulder.
âThat,â he says, lips brushing your skin, âis how you make me concede.â
You humâgrateful to know, but aching all the same. His return to the Big Bad Boss was never yours to stop. Never his to escape.
âI think I want more lessons.â
He chuckles against your throat, wrapping his arms tighter around you. âThen youâll have to stay close. This curriculumâs private.â
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Regulus Black x fem!reader
summary:Â When Regulus overhears a whispered confession never meant for himâsoft words tucked between laughter and loyalty, unraveling the quiet truth beneath your friendship. In the hush that follows, the line between almost and everything begins to blur.
warnings: the most fluffiest fluff to ever fluff in any au, friends in love but in denial, childhood friends to lovers, lowkey grumpy x sunshine trope, reg being insecure, love confessions, self doubt, swearing. i love this sm.
word count: 7.3k ( im sorry âčïž)
authors note: reggie is quite literally the loml so here u go guys đ·Â
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âI just donât get it. You two are close, sure, but how can someone like you stand someone so⊠frostbitten?â
Regulus Black had never been fond of listening in.
Not because he held some high regard for personal boundariesâthough he might feign such principles if questionedâbut because idle whispers had always struck him as painfully dull. His ears had never itched for gossip, nor had curiosity ever coaxed him into shadowed corners. If people had something to say, theyâd say it. And if they didnât, he preferred the quiet.
In truth, silence had always been kinder to him than most people ever were.
It was a habit heâd mastered long before Hogwartsâback when the walls of Grimmauld Place echoed with slurred legacies and scornful lectures. In those days, slipping away unnoticed had been a form of survival. At school, it was simply routine.
But tonight⊠something felt different.
Maybe it was the fact that his name had slipped past someone elseâs lips.
Maybe it was the companyâJames Potter, Marlene McKinnon, and youâtucked just around the corridor outside the Gryffindor common room.
Or maybe it was something subtler, something aching and ancient, when Marleneâs voice laced his name with ice.
He hadnât meant to linger. Heâd only returned to fetch the worn book heâd abandoned on the windowsill that morning. He hadnât expected anyone to be thereâlet alone you, laughter softening your voice like candlelight.
He couldâve kept walking. He should have.
But thenâ
âI think thereâs kindness in him,â James said, uncertain. His voice faltered like a lantern in fog.
âI mean⊠weâve barely spoken, really.â He rubbed the back of his neckânervous, boyish. Always more heart than caution.
âMaybe heâs just not great with people?â
(Y/n) hummed softly, nodding in agreement, though her gaze had grown distant, pulled by the threads of memory. She understood him far better than the others didâbetter, perhaps, than anyone else dared to try. Thatâs why Marlene and Dorcas had turned to her, curious about the boy who walked the castle halls like a ghost no one could quite touch.
Sheâd known Regulus Black long before they shared the same classes at Hogwarts. Growing up among pureblood circles had made their paths cross more than once, though back then, heâd barely acknowledged her presence. It wasnât until their fifth year that a quiet camaraderie started to bloomâquiet, not because it was secret, but because it had no need for loud declarations. A glance. A shared silence. A wordless understanding. All of it wove together like a private constellation only they could see.
She smiled faintly at the memory, a soft huff of laughter escaping her. It was absurd, really, to think sheâd somehow become the unofficial Regulus Black Expert of Gryffindor Tower. The idea wouldâve made her younger self laugh out loud.
Because back thenâwhen sheâd first been introduced to him by a smug Sirius Black with a wicked grin and a mischievous, âReggie, this one wonât bite unless you askââshe never wouldâve imagined this strange little bond forming.
âRegulus has always been⊠closed off,â she murmured at last, agreeing with Marleneâs earlier observation, though her tone had drifted somewhere far away. Her words were less a reply and more a wandering thought, drifting like parchment on wind.
It hadnât been easy, not at first. Regulus had no interest in friendshipâespecially not the kind that came packaged with Siriusâs teasing introductions. Heâd been all cold stares and clipped replies, a boy carved from silence and family pressure. And she? Sheâd simply been the unfortunate soul swept into the current of Black family drama, doomed to be one more casualty in Go-to-hell, Siriusâs grand matchmaking schemes.
Time after time she found herself at 12 Grimmauld Place under the excuse of âstudy sessionsâ or âfamily dinnersâ orchestrated by Siriusâs sheer willpower. And time after time, Regulus kept his distance, each glance sharpened like a dagger, each word a carefully measured offering. He didnât need friends. He didnât want them. And she? She was just a name on a list he hadnât asked for.
And truthfully, (Y/n) never quite knew when it shiftedâor why. When, between wary glances and measured silences, something real began to stir between them. She chewed gently at her bottom lip as the thought unfurled, trying to follow the winding trail back to the precise moment when their distant acquaintance melted into something gentler, more sincere. Something she could, without hesitation, call a friendship now.
âDo you think he ever lets anyone in?â Marlene asked, a touch of disbelief in her voiceânot meant to wound, only to confess her own discomfort. She never knew how to fill the silences Regulus left behind, not the way Dorcas or (Y/n) somehow managed to. âIt just doesnât add up to me.â
Unseen just around the corner, Regulus leaned his weight against the stone wall, the cold of it pressing into his back as he stood completely still. This was the part where he should have left. Disengaged. Forgotten heâd heard anything at all. He should have reminded himself that he didnât care what people thoughtâbecause he didnât. Or at least, he hadnât.
But something invisible tethered him to that moment. Curiosity, perhaps. Or the soft echo of his own name on (Y/n)âs lips.
âI get that youâre close,â Marlene went on, âbut how does someone like you end up friends with someone soâŠâ
He didnât want to hear the rest of the sentence. And yet, he couldnât stop listening.
Her voice faltered for a second, and Regulus felt it like a fist around his ribs. He could guess what came next.
âSo⊠cold?â
The word landed like frost beneath his skin.
Cold?
His mind latched onto it, dissecting it like a puzzle he didnât ask to solve. Is that truly how they saw him? Was that what he looked like through other peopleâs eyes? He supposed he wasnât the easiest person to read. He wasnât known for kindness or warmthâbut cold? The word clung to the back of his throat, sharp and stinging.
He shouldâve walked away. Brushed it off like he had with everything else. Heâd built his world out of walls for a reason. He didnât let himself care. He never had.
So why, then, did his chest feel like it had been split open?
He was turning to leave, to forget the book he came for and the crack this moment left behindâ
Until he heard (Y/n)âs voice.
âCold?â she echoed, and Regulus froze mid-step. There was something in her voiceâan edge he couldnât quite name. Anger? Disbelief? Something that made his heart stutter painfully in his chest.
He found himself leaning into the shadows again, listening, caught in her words like a boy drowning in a storm.
âRegulus Black is anything but cold,â she said, her voice like silk woven through fire. A laugh escaped her next, quiet and bitter. âHeâs the warmest person Iâve ever known.â
His breath caught. He almost laughedâalmostâbut stopped himself. He was supposed to be hidden, after all.
Still, that one sentence echoed louder than the rest.
âTruly?â Marlene blinked at her, surprise tugging at her brows like she hadnât expected the warmth in (Y/n)âs voice.
(Y/n) nodded with the kind of certainty that didnât waver.
âAbsolutely,â she said, her voice soft but steady, like morning light through a window. âThereâs no one quite like him. Heâs⊠kind. Deeply so. He just doesnât wear it on his sleeve like most do. You have to look closer to see it.â
Around the corner, hidden behind the curve of ancient stone, Regulus stood still as the marble beneath his feet. Her voice was like a tether, pulling him back every time he considered walking away.
âRegulus doesnât move like everyone else,â she continued gently, a smile curling at the corners of her lips. âHeâs quiet, sure. Always has been. But cold?â She let out the softest laugh, the kind that sounded like wind through lavender fields. âNo⊠not cold. Never that. Heâs warm in ways most people donât know how to be.â
Warm? Regulus nearly scoffed, but the heat that rushed to his face betrayed him. If only she knew the darkness he buried his heart beneath. If only she saw the shadows he called home. And stillâstillâher voice made him believe, just for a second, that maybe she did see. And maybe⊠she didnât mind.
âHe wouldnât believe me if I told him,â (Y/n) said with a small laugh, like she could hear his thoughts. âBut itâs true. He cares in ways that matterâin quiet gestures and steady presence, in showing up without ever announcing that heâs there.â
âOhhhâŠâ Dorcas and Marlene echoed, their tones laced with newfound understanding.
(Y/n) giggled then, all bright and unbothered, and it struck Regulus like starlightâsudden and impossible to ignore.
âHe grows on you,â she promised, her voice turning soft again. âLittle by little. And when he does⊠you realise just how lucky you are to be close to someone like him.â
Regulus ducked his head, hiding the sudden flush crawling up his neck, thankful there were no mirrors nearby to betray him. Heâd never been lucky a day in his lifeâbut if she thought being near him was some kind of gift, then maybe, just maybeâŠ
âMerlinâs beard, (Y/n), that was kind of adorable,â Dorcas teased. âHow long have you known him, then? You two sound like old souls.â
âA while,â (Y/n) said, tilting her head as she thought it over. âSlughorn once invited us to the same dinnerâyears ago. Said we were both too serious for our own good. I donât think either of us said more than three words that night,â she laughed softly. âBut⊠over time, I think we just started understanding each other. Quietly. Comfortably. And now⊠heâs someone I look up to. A lot.â
A good person? Regulus nearly rolled his eyes. She always saw the best in himâeven the parts he tried hardest to bury.
âHeâs always helping me,â she added, a smile blooming on her lips. âEspecially when Iâm struggling with Dueling, or studying late into the night. He says he does it because I ask too many questionsâbut I know he stays because he wants me to do well.â
Well. He couldnât exactly argue with that one.
âAnd heâs a bit of a secret gentleman,â you said, your voice dipping low, like a delicate confession passed between old stone walls. A soft smile ghosted your lips. âEven when we werenât close, heâd carry my books without asking, hold open the doors with barely a glance, pull out my chair in the Great Hall like it was second natureâŠâ
Your words trailed off as the memories rose like stardust behind your eyesâsmall, quiet gestures that had once seemed incidental, but now shimmered with meaning.
Just around the corner, half-shrouded by flickering torchlight, Regulus leaned back against the cold stone, eyes half-lidded, breath caught. Heâd forgotten about some of those momentsâat least on the surfaceâbut hearing them from your lips made them pulse to life again. You noticed. Merlin, you noticed.
Heâd never thought of himself as kind. His mother had taught him manners, not softness. His brother had taught him rebellion, not care. But you⊠You brought something different out of him. With you, gentleness had become instinct. And now, hearing you speak of it with such warmth, he found himself wondering if you saw something in him he hadnât dared to believe existed.
Your smile deepened. âThere was one time, years agoâŠâ You laughed under your breath, as if it were still a secret. âWeâd snuck into the kitchens when the elves werenât lookingâhe nabbed a chocolate biscuit from the tin. Broke it in half.â You looked toward Marlene and Dorcas, your voice softening like candlelight. âAnd he gave me the bigger piece.â
The girls exchanged a glance, both catching the distant look in your eyesâthe way your gaze flickered not to the past, but to a version of it you carried close, cherished. You hadnât even been friends yet. Just two children on opposite sides of a too-large world, momentarily brought together in the dim glow of the kitchen hearth. Youâd spent the rest of that evening curled beside Tilly Tokeâs Magical Mishaps, Regulus sat across the table, not saying much. But the half-cookie had meant something, hadnât it?
The memory wrapped around you like a charm.
And somewhere behind the wall, Regulus closed his eyes for a moment, pressing his thumb into his palmâgrounding himself. Because yes. He remembered it exactly that way.
âAww!â Marlene let out a dramatic gasp, pressing her hands to her heart as if the memory had physically struck her. âHe mustâve had a tiny little crush on you, darling,â she teased, her voice lilting like a melody as she batted her lashes.
(Y/n) laughed under her breath, but Regulus, hidden just around the stone corner of the corridor, felt like his heart had been flung into a freezing lake.
A crush?
Was that how he came across?
His pulse thundered in his ears as panic curled tight in his chest. Surely not. All the little things heâd doneâcarrying her books when she complained about the weight, offering her his scarf on cold mornings, brewing tea when she stayed up too late studyingâall of that was just⊠friendship. Wasnât it? Politeness. Chivalry, even. Raised by Walburga or not, he did have some decency.
He tried to believe that.
But the longer he stood there, the more tangled his thoughts became.
None of it was just about kindness. Not really.
She was the only one who made the castle feel less like a cage and more like a dream. The way she laughed when he muttered sarcastic remarks under his breath. The way she hummed when concentrating. The warmth she gave off without even trying. She was sunlightâunapologetic and golden. And him? He was the boy who lived in the shadows of dark family tapestries and colder expectations.
He didnât mean to care for her the way he did.
But he thought of her constantly. In between potions ingredients, in the flutter of owl wings across the morning sky, in every flower she ever paused to admire. Even the Black family crest seemed to dim in her presence. His own reflection was easier to face when he imagined her smiling at him.
Gods, he was utterly doomed.
fuck.Â
Regulus pressed the heel of his hand to his temple, trying to steady himselfâanchor his mind back to the cold stone floor beneath his shoes and not the warmth blooming beneath his ribs. None of that meant anything, did it? All those quiet favors, the lingering glances, the moments where his hand brushed hers without needing toânone of it had to suggest something deeper.
He could care for her platonically. Couldnât he?
He nearly scoffed at himself.
How utterly clichĂ©. The proud, brooding boy spiraling the second he felt something tender for the girl who glowed like sheâd been carved from starlight. Maybe he was just being ridiculous. Maybe they really were just friends. Friends could look after each other. Friends could think the other was breathtaking and luminous andâ
Merlin help him.
Because if she were to lean in one day, maybe on the edge of a courtyard or under a soft-spoken sky, and confess she wanted something moreâhe wouldnât push her away, would he?
His chest tightened. No. He wouldnât. And that answer, so simple, nearly unravelled him. His thoughts tangled like spellwork gone wrong, and for a moment he swore the castle spun slightly beneath his feet.
âI donât know about thatâŠâ your voice broke through the air, softer than parchment under fingertips.
And Regulus felt itâsomething unfamiliar and ferocious rising in his chest. Like swallowing honey and fire at the same time. It bubbled with sweetness, with something terrifyingly hopeful. His fingertips tingled, his lips twitched with the start of a smile he didnât know he could make. He wasnât sure whether to dread it or chase it.
âWell, you should ask him out!â Marlene said cheerfully, breaking the moment like glass on stone.
âWh-what?â you stammered, blinking rapidly.
âIâm serious!â she grinned, nudging Dorcas playfully. âHeâd say yes. Youâre definitely his favorite, and have you seen the way he stares at you?â
I do? Regulus froze where he stood, blood rushing in his ears.
âHe does?â your voice slipped out, barely more than a breath, tinged with disbelief and the faintest hope.
Regulus could feel it nowâmagic surging beneath his skin like it wanted to rise just for you.
Was she surprised? Mortified? Regulus couldnât tell. From his shadowed post behind the half-open door, he was practically vibrating with the urge to peek out, to catch even a flicker of her expression. If he could just see her face, heâd know exactly how she was processing all of thisâwhether she was laughing him off or secretly hoping it might be true.
âOh yeah, Iâve seen him looking at you loads of times,â James said casually, like he was stating the weather.
âSame,â chimed in Marlene, lounging across the common room couch. âHonestly, I thought you two were already together when I first transferred.â
He did?
âYou did?â your voice fluttered out, laced with disbeliefâand something else Regulus couldnât name, something soft and glowing.
âYeah,â James shrugged like it was obvious. âHe always sits close to you. And when he speaksâwhich isnât oftenâitâs usually just to you. I thought it was some kind of intense, brooding flirting.â
No, you imbecile, I just donât want anyone overhearingâ
Regulus dragged a palm down his face, lips twitching with frustration. This was disastrous. He rolled his eyes and tugged slightly at the skin under them, as if it might yank him back into reality. But noâthere it was, pulsing like an inconvenient truth just behind his ribs.
Of course he fancied her. Merlin, how hadnât he seen it?
Or maybe⊠maybe it had always been there. Dormant. Waiting. Quietly thriving in shared glances, in the way she beamed when he walked into the room, in how his mornings never felt quite right until he heard her laugh.
That laugh drifted out now, pulling him violently from his spiraling thoughts. Light and bright, it danced in the air like the flicker of fairy lights during winter.
âNo, noâyouâve got it all wrong,â you said, laughing again as you tried to dismiss the idea, but there was something dangerous in your tone. Something syrupy sweet and hesitant, like you werenât entirely sure if you wanted it to be wrong. âWeâve known each other forever. If something was going to happen, it probably wouldâve by now.â
The pause that followed was heavy. Not uncomfortableâbut thick. Charged. Like the castle itself was holding its breath.
Regulus swallowed hard. His heartbeat roared in his ears like crashing waves, deafening and all-consuming. He knew he should walk away, that eavesdropping this long was borderline shameful.
But he couldnât.Â
âYou say that like you want something to happen,â Marlene teased, her voice laced with playful suspicion. âAre you the one with the crush?â
Regulus felt the breath knock out of him. Every passing second that she didnât answer made his head spin, made the walls feel closer. If he didnât move soon, he was going to collapse right here in this hidden corridor, fully exposed in the most humiliating way possible.
âIâŠâ your voice broke through the silence, soft and unsteady.
Regulus clenched his jaw, fighting every instinct not to lean just a little farther around the corner. If he could just see youâif he could catch the twitch of your fingers or the tilt of your lipsâhe might finally have his answer.
If you were fidgeting, surely it meant you did like him.
If you stood still, frozen in disbelief, then the idea of the two of you mustâve been laughable to you. An impossibility.
âI havenât thought about it,â you murmured at last, so quietly he barely caught it.
There was a shuffle of feet. Marlene let out a thoughtful hmm, unreadable in tone, and James called out his goodbyes as he bounded off toward the courtyard to meet Sirius and Peter. Marlene followed not long after, muttering something about borrowing Lilyâs notes or charming Professor Slughorn into letting her redo a potion.
You gave a breathy laugh and waved them off with a smile in your voice. And then, once their footsteps faded into silence, you exhaled.
It trembled at the edges.
âMerlin,â you whispered to yourself, pressing a hand to your chest as you dropped onto the worn couch in front of the common room fire. âThat was way too close.â
Regulus, hidden in the shadows just beyond the entrance, let his back fall against the cold stone wall.
Heâd never known it was possible to be both relieved and utterly destroyed in the same moment.
Her heart was still rattling in her chest, refusing to slow after the teasing from James and Marlene. She needed to get awayâaway from their knowing eyes, their smug grins, their pointed little looks that made her feel like her thoughts were written across her forehead. She was certain they knew. Certain theyâd seen through every flimsy deflection and quiet denial sheâd offered.
Just as she was about to flop onto the couch and sink into a well-earned nap by the fire, something caught her eye: a thick hardcover left resting on the arm of the chair beside her. A neat, velvet-green ribbon was caught between the pages, and all the sections before it were practically bursting with parchment scraps and scribbled notes.
She recognized it instantly. If she didnât already know Regulus had been buried in that book all week, the sheer intensity of the annotations wouldâve given it away. No one else read like that. Not in her year, at least.
A smile tugged at her lips as she picked it up. He mustâve left it behind in a hurry. Knowing him, heâd want it back the moment he realized it was gone. She figured he had the afternoon free, so it wouldnât take long to find him. Besides, her nap could wait.
Cracking it open to the first page marked by a slim pink tab, she let her eyes flit across the topmost note stuck insideâonly to immediately become absorbed, not in the book itself, but in the way his handwriting crawled into the margins like vines. She didnât even notice him until she was practically on top of him.
âOhâsorry!â she gasped, stepping back from the broad figure sheâd nearly barreled into. When her gaze lifted and locked onto familiar grey eyes, her surprise dissolved into a gentle smile. âReg! I was just coming to find you,â she added, brightening with a soft laugh. She held up the book like a prize. âThis is yours, right?â
He nodded, slowly, almost as if startled into silence. His hand brushed against hers as he took the book, and for a second he couldnât seem to find his voice.
ââŠThanks soleil,â he managed finally, quieter than he intended.
âNo problem,â she replied easily. âIt was in my nap spot,â she added with a sheepish little shrug.
That made Regulus laugh, low and amused. The sound startled even him, but the grin it brought to his face was unstoppable. She tilted her head slightly at the sudden warmth in his expression, her fingers twisting together, the flutter in her chest growing louder by the second.
âHey, I was wonderingâŠâ she began, brows knitting slightly as her courage wrestled with uncertainty.
Regulus, ever so composed, tucked the book under his arm and gave her his full attention.
âYes amour?â he asked, voice soft and clear, like he was ready to listen to anythingâanything at allâfrom her.
He watched her fingers begin to fidget againâan old habit of hersâand his heart thudded heavily in his chest. That small, familiar gesture pulled at something deep inside him, something tender and terrifying all at once. She was fidgeting. She was nervous.
âUh, ahâitâs sillyââ she began, voice hitching as she almost backed out of it. But Regulus shook his head quickly, the usual cool in his features melting into a rare softness. He didnât want her to stop. Not now. Not when it felt like her words might change something between them.
âIâm sure itâs not,â he said, more firmly than he expected. She glanced up at him in surprise, caught off guard by the seriousness in his voice. âWhat is it?â he asked again, quieter this time. Earnest.
She blushed.
Actually blushed.
And Regulus felt something in him collapse at the sight. How had he not realized sooner? The way he cared about herâit was more than careful friendship. More than routine familiarity. It was this. That look. That moment. This feeling swelling in his chest like an uncontrollable storm.
âDâyou remember when we were little, and your mum always made us have those awkward little tea visits?â she asked, laughing under her breath. The sound was light but edged with nerves. âSheâd dress you up like a little heir to the empire.â
Regulus chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the memory. âHow could I forget soleil? You were the only thing making them bearable.â
She opened her mouth as if to explain herself further, then stopped short. Her gaze dropped to her hands again, which were still twisting in her lap, and her smile grew quiet.
âI dunno, I guess IâŠâ she stumbled, her words catching on emotion she hadnât quite figured out yet. Merlin, she hated how her voice trembled. How silly it made her feel. âDo you remember when we became friends?â
She rushed the question out, afraid of losing the courage altogether.
Regulus nodded, his expression unreadableâbut not cold. There was something still behind his eyes. Watching her closely. Listening like he always did, but with his heart too, now.
âI do,â he said gently. âYou spilled ink on my essay, and I didnât hex you for it.â
She laughed at that, eyes glinting. âThat was the moment, huh?â
âI think it always had been,â he replied, voice almost too quiet to catch.
âI do,â he replied without hesitation.
âLike, actual friends,â you clarified, raising a brow, not convinced heâd thought that through. âNot just two kids being dropped off at some posh tea party and expected to get along. I meanâreal friends.â
Regulus nodded again, a little smile tugging at his lips.
âI do,â he repeated, softer this time, a hint of amusement in his tone. âYou donât?â
You pressed your lips together thoughtfully, chewing at the corner of one as you shook your head slowly. Your brow furrowed as you tried to remember, and Regulus gave a low chuckle at the sight, eyes glinting with fondness.
âWell?â you asked, voice tinged with impatience. âWhat changed?â
âI canât believe you donât remember,â he said with mock hurt, tilting his head and placing a dramatic hand on his chest. âThat wounds me amour, you know.â
âI didnât think you had feelings, Black,â you shot back playfully, a teasing lilt to your voice. âBut come on, tell me.â
You looked at him expectantly, eyes wide and gleaming with curiosity. Regulus found himself caught in your gaze, helpless to look away. You always did thatâheld his attention like no one else ever had. But this time, there was something different. Something unspoken between the words, resting in the stillness of the air between you.
He swallowed thickly. If you asked anything of him like this, he would give it without pause. It hit him like a charm straight to the chest. That soft glint in your eyesâhe wondered if heâd always missed it, or if it had only just begun to appear.
âIt was right before we came to Hogwarts,â he said finally, voice quieter now, like he was unearthing something sacred. âThe weekend before the train. Do you remember?â
You nodded, the memory vague but there. Youâd spent a late summer afternoon at Grimmauld Place while your parents caught up with his. You vaguely recalled teasing him for organizing his trunk with meticulous precision and muttering something about the Weird Sisters under his breath.
âI remember you sorting your books by spine colour like some cursed Ravenclaw,â you teased, grinning.
Regulus huffed a laugh. âYou were sitting on the floor in my room,â he continued, tone suddenly gentler. âYou brought every sweet from Honeydukes you could carry and made me try all the ones I said I hated.â
Your grin softened into a warm smile.
âAnd then you told me,â he said, eyes flicking to yours, âthat if Hogwarts was awful, and I hated every second of it, at least Iâd have someone to sit with on the train ride back.â
The memory bloomed in your chest like an old Polaroid, blurry around the edges but warm all the same.
âYou meant it,â he added. âAnd I think⊠thatâs when I knew.â
âWhen we became friends?â you asked.
He looked at you for a long moment, then gave a slight nod, lips curling into a smile that didnât reach his eyesânot out of sadness, but because there was more to it than he could say.
âYeah,â he murmured. âThatâs when everything changed.â
âProfessor McGonagall let us move in a night early,â Regulus recalled, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. âProbably so the castle staff could have one last evening of peace before the school year started.â
You laughed under your breath at the realization, nodding. âAt the time it felt like freedom. Our own space for the first time.â
âExactly,â he agreed, eyes soft with the memory. âFeels strange thinking back now. It was just you and me in this massive castle⊠for a while at least.â
âI almost forgot that,â you admitted, the corners of your mouth curling up as you thought of it. The quiet corridors. The chill of stone floors under your socks. The thrill of choosing your own bedtime, your own space. âIt feels like itâs always been this way.â
âBut you donât remember the first night?â he asked, tilting his head.
You squinted, trying to trace the memory like it was hidden in fog. There were flashesâwandering the halls, fiddling with enchanted portraits, a failed attempt at brewing hot cocoa with a half-working kettle youâd found in one of the old kitchensâŠ
âYou woke me up,â Regulus said, chuckling softly.
Your eyes lit up in recognition. âOhâMerlin. Right. I couldnât sleep andââ
âYou were bored,â he supplied, shaking his head fondly. âYou dragged me out of bed and made me sit with you in the common room. And then you made me watch that ridiculous enchanted Muggle film projection your dad enchanted for you.â
You snorted. âThe Princess Bride is a classic, I donât care what you say Reggie.â
âItâs too long,â he shot back without missing a beat. âAnd you didnât even stay awake. I sat there like an idiot while you snored on my shoulder.â
You covered your face with your hands, laughing with secondhand embarrassment. âOkay, okayââ
âYou talked through half of it,â he went on, grinning. âYou said you were scared.â
The laughter softened on your lips, surprise flickering in your gaze.
âI did?â you asked, quieter now.
Regulus nodded, watching you intently.
âYou said you didnât know what Hogwarts would be like,â he continued, voice gentler. âYou were afraid youâd mess everything up. But then you said as long as I was around, maybe itâd be alright.â
Your breath caught in your throat. The memory settled over you like a forgotten charm being reawakened.
âAnd it was,â he added softly. âAlright, I mean.â
Your eyes met his again, and there was something about the way he looked at you thenâlike you were the only thing anchoring him to this moment. Like heâd never forgotten that night for a reason.
âYou said you were scared of failing,â Regulusâ voice dipped low again, quieter than beforeâalmost reverent. âThat⊠you were afraid of never becoming powerful enough to protect the people you cared about.â
Despite the memory being so old, embarrassment flickered through you now like a lit match to dry parchment. You couldnât believe this was the moment heâd held onto all this time. Of all things, this one?
âI almost wish I hadnât asked,â you muttered, cheeks burning, âI canât believe I said that to you.â
But Regulus didnât tease. In fact, his smile turned almost fond.
âThen you told me you thought I was strong,â he continued, and for the first time, there was the faintest trace of pink brushing the tops of his cheeks. âYou asked if Iâd help you⊠get strong too. Like me.â
Your eyes widened slightly. The image of little you, curled in a blanket in the Slytherin common room, whispering fears into the dim glow of floating candles, was something hazy and far away. But Regulus? He remembered it like it had just happened.
âAnd then,â he added with a snort, âyou passed out mid-sentence, head on my shoulder. I was stuck watching the rest of that bloody Muggle film just so you wouldnât wake up and yell at me for skipping to the end.â
âYou watched the rest of the movie?â you asked, your voice soft with wonder.
He laughed. âEvery last minute.â
You blinked, stunned. âI canât believe I donât remember any of that.â
âYou were exhausted,â Regulus shrugged like it didnât matter, even though it clearly had. âAnd it was a long time ago. I never expected you to remember it⊠I just never forgot.â
You chewed on your lip, falling quiet as warmth coiled in your chest. That kind of memory⊠someone keeping it for you when you hadnât even known to treasure itâit meant more than you could say.
But then he stepped forward.
Just a single pace, barely anything. And yet your whole body felt itâthe sudden closeness, the silence that wrapped around you both like a breath held too long.
âAnd by the wayâŠâ he murmured, pulling your gaze up to his with ease. âI do kind of stare at you. A lot.â
Your face went red so fast you thought your ears might start steaming.
âYouâyou heard that?â you squeaked, mortified.
âAnd then some,â Regulus replied smoothly, and despite the flush still tinting his cheekbones, he was smiling. Really smiling. No smirk. No mask. Just him.
For once, he didnât feel like hiding.
âDid you mean all of that belle fille?â he asked.
And this time, the air between you was electric.
Her mouth opened once. Closed. Opened again.
The conversation from earlier came crashing down on her all at once, each word echoing in her head with horrifying clarity. Heâd heard it. All of it. Her rambling. Her clumsy affection disguised as hypothetical questions. AndâMerlinâhad he heard that last part?
âI mean, yâyeah. Yeah,â she stammered, nodding just a little too fast. âOf course I did.â
But her voice had gone breathless, barely even sound.
Regulus tilted his head slightly, gaze fixed so firmly on her she thought he might see through her completely.
âEven that last part?â he asked, stepping forward again. The hem of his robes brushed hers now, but she didnât move back. She couldnât.
âLast part?â she echoed stupidly, throat dry.
âYeah,â he nodded, and this time his hand liftedânot hesitantly, but reverentlyâas though she might vanish if he rushed the moment. His thumb ghosted beneath her jaw, the faintest brush of contact that left her aching for more.
âYou know,â he murmured, voice deep and velvet-smooth, âthat bit where you said you hadnât really thought about me like that.â
She remembered. Of course she did. It was the one part of the conversation that had clanged in her mind like a bell since it left her lips.
âYou meant that too?â
She swallowed hard. His fingers were still at her chin, gently anchoring her in place, and the look in his eyesâ
She couldnât look away if she tried.
âNo,â she breathed, and it was so soft it nearly disappeared into the silence between them. But Regulus heard it. He saw it form on her lips, caught the tremble behind it.
âNo, I didnât mean that.â
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouthâsmall, private, and impossibly warm. She watched it unfold, saw the way his eyes softened as he noticed her hands fidgeting again.
He knew.
She felt it too.
âAnd what did you mean to say?â he asked, and there was a raw sort of need in the question, like it had lived in him for ages, waiting to be unburdened.
Like if she said the words now, it might change everything.
Her gaze lingered on his lips.
She hadnât meant to stare, but he was close nowâcloser than she ever imagined heâd dare to be. And yet he was still waiting. Still asking for the truth with a calm so controlled it nearly masked the ache in his eyes.
He wanted to hear it. And she wanted to say it. But wanting and doing were not the same.
âI meantâŠâ she began, eyes flicking up to meet his when she realized how long sheâd been caught staring. âI meant I have thought about⊠something moreâŠâ
The words came out in pieces, light and thin like cobwebs, hardly brave or poetic. Nothing like the declarations sheâd imagined in her head a hundred times. But it was real. And hers. And when she cleared her throat and added, âBut they didnât need to know that,â with a sheepish little laugh, something cracked wide open in his chest.
âNo, I suppose not,â Regulus murmured, and the faintest smile tugged at his lipsâone of those rare, real ones that reached his eyes and made them glow softer than moonlight.
She didnât feel so nervous anymore. Not around him.
âSoâŠâ she tilted her head, teasing gently. âSpying on your friends these days, is that your new hobby Black?â Her voice was quiet, but there was laughter behind it, light and fluttering. âBit off-brand for you, Regulus.â
He chuckled lowly, and her heart stumbled at the soundâlow, smooth, and entirely unguarded.
âWhen else was I going to hear you say all those nice things about me?â he replied, his voice rich with warmth and something sweeter. His thumb still rested beneath her chin, brushing idly along her skin like he hadnât even realized he was doing it.
Regulus Black had never been the touchy type. He was all self-restraint and deliberate space. But now? His touch was gentle, steady, and intentional. Like he had finally decided not to pull away anymore.
âI quite liked the part where you said I was a gentleman,â he added, the corners of his mouth quirking with quiet amusement.
She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning too wildly.
And then he leaned in. Not rushed, not hesitantâjust certain. Her eyes widened, nearly burning from how long she kept them fixed on his. Everything about him in this momentâhis steady breath, the warmth of his hand, the tender curve of his mouthâmade the world shrink until it was just him and her in this quiet corridor that smelled faintly of old parchment and lavender.
âBut for the record,â he whispered, and she swore she could feel every word land against her lips, âIâm lucky to have you, too.â
Her chest swelled, and her smile came freely now, radiant and soft as her fingers curled slightly in the fabric of his sleeve.
Yes. Just as she thought.
He was the warmest person she knew.
Regulus Black was the warmest person in this wide universe.Â
âAnd,â he continued, his voice a shade softer, more reverent now, âyou are my favorite.â
She let out a breath of laughter, quiet and a little stunned, before she rolled her eyes at himâthough there was no real exasperation behind it. Only a fondness so deep it practically glowed from her.
âI know,â she murmured, narrowing her eyes with playful suspicion. The smile she wore, thoughâthat was sincere. Sweet and sincere and so unguarded it made Regulus feel like sheâd just handed him her entire heart without even realizing it. âMust be a side effect of your staring problem.â
He tilted his head slightly, guiding her chin up with the faintest tug of his thumb. His nose brushed hers. She could feel the warmth of his breath as it mingled with hers, and just as she leaned into itâjust as the world started to tiltâhe paused. Of course he did. Always the gentleman, no matter how undone he felt inside.
âMay I?â he murmured. His lashes dipped as his gaze flicked between her eyes and her lips, every syllable spoken like a secret. âKiss you amour?â
She almost laughed from how impossibly soft he could be. She wanted to throw caution to the wind, wrap her fingers in the collar of his uniform and pull him in like they were in the climax of a dramatic novel. But her voice was trapped in her throat, and her limbs wouldnât obey her.
So she closed her eyes.
And nodded.
Just barely.
It was enough.
His lips found hers with a grace that felt practiced, like heâd been dreaming of this for far too long. And he kissed her like he was afraid she might slip through his fingers. Gentle, tentativeâalmost reverent.
Her body softened completely. Every piece of tension unraveled in his arms. Her hands, which had been stiff by her sides, slowly lifted and curled gently over his shoulders. His lips deepened against hers in return, not forcefully, just sure, like heâd found something precious and had finally been allowed to hold it.
His free handâno longer gripping the book he always carried like armorâsettled against her cheek, fingers trembling ever so slightly before the tip of his index ghosted along the shell of her ear, down the line of her jaw, and back up again. Slow, slow, slow. Like he wanted to memorize her.
She felt like she might float away. Her heart swelled so high in her chest she was almost afraid of what would happen if they stopped.
And when they did part, it wasnât with lossâbut with a quiet sort of awe.
Her lips still tingled, her fingers still trembled slightly on his shoulders, and yet all she could do was smile. A real one. Warm and quiet and deeply content. And Regulus? He wore the same smile, mirrored and soft, as if kissing her had rewired something inside him.
She didnât even open her eyes for a moment, basking in it. And that made him chuckle.
âNext time,â she murmured, dazed and dreamy, âIâll let them know youâre a good kisser, too.â
He smiledâgenuinely, boyishly, almost bashfullyâand leaned in to press a featherlight kiss to the corner of her mouth.
âDonât,â he whispered. âI like that being just yours.â
âWill you?â he murmured with a tease laced beneath the softness of his voice.
She nodded, leaning her cheek into his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. The warmth of his palm made her glow, even as a blush crept up her cheeks and her nose crinkled with hesitation.
âWell, maybe not right away,â she mumbled, her tone sheepish now.
Regulus laughedâactually laughedâand it was the kind that made her feel like sheâd just discovered a hidden treasure. His smile was wide, unguarded, and it lit up every inch of his face. The pink hue blooming across his cheeks was proof enough that whatever mask he usually wore had fallen completely away for her.
âMaybe not right away,â he echoed, voice dipping low again, softer now, more tender. His thumb stroked along the curve of her cheekbone, so carefully, like she was something fragile and precious that only he got to hold.
The sound of his voiceâhusky and warm against her lipsâwas enough to pull her under. Her eyes fluttered closed instinctively. And when his lips brushed over hers once again, it was with all the careful affection of a boy whoâd never believed himself worthy of softnessâuntil now.
She kissed him back just as sweetly. Her fingers traced along the sharp edge of his jaw, hesitating for only a second before settling there. She wanted to pull him closer, wanted to let passion take over, but she didnât. Not yet. Thereâd be time for that. She could feel it.
Heâd make time for her.
And for the first time in a very long while, Regulus believed in what she saw in him. He believed he could be kind. Gentle. Even loved. But only because she had seen it firstâhad named it, had handed it to him freely, without condition.
He thought he should tell her, one day. That everything good he was becoming had started with her. But that could wait.
They had time now.
Time enough for him to return the favor. Time enough to tell her again and again just how extraordinary she was, until his lungs gave out and her cheeks stayed permanently pink.
Because that was the kind of future he wanted.
One where he never stopped reminding her that she was his favorite, too.
The words leave his lips in a breath, a quiet confession. âTu es le soleil qui me rĂ©chauffe.â
 You are the sun that warms me up.
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Could we get a reaction where the members make the reader cry?
seungcheol would freeze the moment he sees the tears in your eyes. heâs not used to seeing you like this, and it hits him harder than any argument ever could. âfuck, iâm sorry, i didnât meanââ heâd start, reaching out but stopping himself, his voice would drop, softer, âplease, just... iâm an idiot, okay? iâll fix it, i swear.â unsure if he should touch you yet. âhey, iâm sorry⊠i didnât mean to⊠please, donât cry.â heâs not good with his words when heâs panicking, but heâll do anything to fix this, to make you smile again.
jeonghan prides himself on being the calm in the storm but when you start to cry... âare you seriously crying right now?â heâd say, but his voice would crack just a bit, backstabbing his own emotions. when he realizes that heâs the reason for your tears, the smirk would drop from his face, and heâd feel a pang of guilt deep in his chest. âshit, i didnât want to make you cry,â heâd mutter, suddenly feeling helpless.
joshuaâs heart would break at the sight of your tears. heâs always been the one to comfort you, not the one to cause your pain. âhey, hey, donât cry,â heâd say softly, his hand reaching out to gently wipe your tears away. the guilt would eat at him as he realizes just how much heâs hurt you.
junhui would panic a little when he sees you crying. seeing you like this would make him feel lost. âwait, donât cry, please,â heâd say, his voice almost pleading. heâd step closer, unsure of how to comfort you but desperate to try.
soonyoung would be devastated, immediately regretting whatever he said or did to make you cry. âshit, no, donât cry,â heâd blurt out, his own eyes starting to water just at the sight of you. heâd pull you into his arms without a second thought, holding you close. âno, no, no⊠please donât cry, iâm so sorry.â heâ the type of dude who doesnât knows how to react when people are crying. especially if heâs the cause.
wonwoo would be stunned, when he sees your tears. heâs not good with words, but heâd try his best. âiâm so sorry⊠i didnât mean to hurt you, you know that...â heâd say quietly. heâd reach out, hesitating for a moment before gently touching your shoulder. âiâm sorry. letâs talk, okay? i want to make this right.â heâll do his best to express how much he cares, how much he didnât want this to happen. heâll sit with you, offering his hand, hoping youâll take it. if you do, heâll hold on tight, silently vowing to never let this happen again.
woozi would be hit with a wave of guilt that he couldnât quite hide, even with his regular stoic expression. âyouâre crying? jagi please let meââ âyouâre so mean jihoon!â heâd feel a tightness in his chest, hating himself for being the cause of your pain. âiâm sorry⊠i shouldnât have said that. i donât want to see you like this.â he might not know what to say at first, standing there, feeling like the worst person in the world. heâll gently take your hand, rubbing small circles on the back of it, his way of comforting you. heâll sit with you in silence if thatâs what you need.
minghao hates the idea of making you cry. he really likes balance and harmony, so seeing your tears feels like a personal failure. minghao will gently guide you to sit down, offering you a tissue and giving you the space to express how youâre feeling. heâs good at listening, at understanding whatâs beneath the surface, and heâll do everything he can to reassure you, to make sure you know that he cares deeply. his touch is gentle, comforting, as he promises to do better.
mingyu + seeing you cry because of him would completely wreck him. heâd instantly feel like the worst boyfriend in the world, his heart breaking at the sight of your tears. âoh no⊠donât cry because of me, I donât deserve it...â mingyu would pull you into a tight hug, burying his face in your shoulder, whispering apologies and trying to comfort you as best as he can. heâd probably end up crying a little himself, unable to stand the thought of hurting you. heâll do anything to make things right, to bring back your smile.
seokmin is always careful with his words, so when he sees you crying because of something he said, it feels like a knife to the chest, hands reaching out to cup your face, gently wiping away the tears. heâs the type to immediately feel guilty, replaying every word he said in his head, wondering where he went wrong. heâs desperate to make it right, holding you close and whispering apologies until you both calm down.
seungkwan will do anythingâmake silly faces, tell stupid jokes, even sing your favorite songâjust to see you smile again, when that doesnât work, heâll just sit beside you, his heart breaking a little more every time he hears you sniffle. deep down, heâs scared, scared that heâs hurt you too much this time.
vernon feels like the groundâs been pulled out from under him. âshit, iâiâm sorry.â heâll try his best, awkwardly pulling you into a hug, heâll stay quiet, holding you until your breathing evens out.
chan seeing you cry because of him would completely break his heart. âshit, babe, i didnât mean it like that.â his eyes loaded with worry as he reaches out to you. chan would pull you into a tight hug, holding you close as if he could shield you from any more pain, his heart breaking a little more every time he sees another tear fall.
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