#this stunned me so much i had to take a moment to recover after the fight ghfjdks

[merv606]

Any thoughts on Terry being truly scared that he could have lost Daniel (supposing that Daniel was stabbed instead) and he goes to the hospital while Daniel recovers. Danny is surprised at how…soft and gentle Terry is with him, treating him like glass, and realizes that Terry was terrified of losing him.

I’ll try to answer this without having the fill by @thereminwriting influence me too much but I am going to take the idea of Terry being the one who saved him because it adds another layer of 🌶️ to the whole fucked up situation. There may be some overlap with Mercy but, with Silverusso there always is, as the themes with them are always the same.

Link below for her take - a suggestion to read it as it’s brilliant! It will live rent free.

What this ask inspired, while I feel hits some points made in the ask it may ultimately fail to hit the mark for exactly what you were looking for.

“You think you’d be grateful, is all,” Terry says, picking at some imaginary lint on the bed, which is not there. They both know that. The place is pristine, more high end hotel than hospital. The thread count on the bedsheets has to be higher than what he has at home, and he is an admitted snob when it comes to his night time comforts.

“Gratitude?” Daniel says slowly, like he’s both processing what Terry said and also surprised he’d even say it.

If it wasn’t for the dull ache in his side, the way he can feel the stitches and staples pull when he moves he’d do something stupid. As it were though.

“Gratitude, gratitude,” his voice rising, and then suddenly Daniel just deflates, that little bit of anger burning through the little energy he has built up.

That scared Terry more than anything. His boy’s fire was always so bright, so warm to bask in, so strong and big, despite the small frame it lived inside. That was why it came out so often, too big for it’s confines, never truly able to be contained at all times.

A fire that drew Terry to it like a moth to a flame, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it’s seductive allure. Helpless in the knowledge that like the moth stunned and destroyed by the light it sought, he too would die by it’s heat.

He could’ve think of a better way to go though.

Softly, “it’s just another cage, Terry.”

“Never pegged you as the religious type,” Terry says after a few long moments.

He’s not, not really. He goes through the rituals of it - mass on Christmas Eve - stopping only when his kids got older and Amanda admitted she was only going for him, and he had to admit he really didn’t know why he did, except that he did when he was a kid.

Daniel looks at the keychain’s pendant in his hand, the keychain having been ripped off and stretched to pick the lock of the cage, and he hadn’t even realized, at the time when he bought it what it was, he had simply handed the kid over some money.

He only kept it because he considered it a lucky charm of sorts considering, what it saved him from - that belief was cemented by the fact it was in the pockets of the leggings he wore under his GI when this happened.

A coincidence, he’s sure, but still, he thinks he needs all the help he can get. He’s probably in the most danger right now, after all.

It had been placed on the bedside table, and it was one of the first things he saw when he woke, and when he groggily reached for it, Terry had stilled him, telling him not to move, placing it the palm of his hand.

Here now, he turns it over in his hand.

Even you can’t save me now, Daniel thinks.

Sitting in a hospital paid for by Terry - his life forfeit it wasn’t for Terry.

His life forfeit all the same.

All the same.

More like delayed, all things considered.

Because now he owes Terry.

He owes Terry a debt he cannot possibly repay.

He wonders how Terry will try to collect; what he stands to gain.

“I must say, I was surprised to learn of your skills.”

“I’m from jersey,” Daniel answers absently. “Of course I know how to pick locks.”

Terry chuckles but then the doctor comes in and like always, Daniel is not made privy to the decisions. Everything in Terry’s hands which, as much as he hates that, they have proved to be quite capable.

He’s alive because of them.

——————————

When a few weeks have passed, he finally gathers the courage to watch the video, and for the first time he sees Terry, how he was saved, how calm Terry was, how efficient, how …. Not what Daniel expected.

He doesn’t know what to feel, not only about watching himself get hurt but about Terry. The feed had cut rather quickly all the same. He doesn’t know why, but he hits replay.

Terry comes in, and freezes, grabbing the tablet from Daniel, shattering it against the wall. A nurse rushes in, and Terry barks something to her as he strides out, and after she cleans the mess, she injects something into his IV bag. He doesn’t bother asking, they never tell him.

Terry finally reappears as the drugs settle through him. Daniel can feel them as they move through his blood, dulling everything further, the pain never truly gone, leaving behind heavy limbs and bad coordination, but a sense of peace even as he feels the bed dip and Terry’s side press flush to his. Daniel goes slack against the older man, his weight fully pressed against him until Terry is the very thing holding him up.

Terry puts Daniel’s hand in his, the only apology he’ll get for the outburst, the thumb rubbing the skin.

“My team will have it removed,” Terry explains, like they do anytime a new one pops up, and although Terry knows he can’t get rid of it entirely, it helps. Having something he can control.

Daniel, after all, makes him feel so out of control.

Daniel, after all, had never made him feel so scared.

All the blood that was already arising the Matt by the time Terry got to him, and it had only taken moments.

The knife - Kreese’s knife - embedded deep - and the white of Daniel’s skin as more blood appeared, watching life drain out of him right before his eyes.

Something that only hit Terry after. Terry only allowing it to hit him after, needing to, in that moment, focus on saving Daniel.

Not willing to accept anything else.

You can lose something you never really had.

But Daniel will be now. Something he has. Finally. And Terry will be damned if he’ll lose it.

———————————

“I can’t believe you put me in a dog cage,” Daniel grumbles as he eats his steak and buttered lobster.

Well he can, but a part of him can’t - won’t - examine it too closely. The same coping mechanism he’s been using when it comes to Terry for thirty years now. It mostly proves successful,

“Danny,” he starts.

“Thought that would, what? Make me submit? Like before.”

A deep sigh, and really Terry has no right sound that put upon.

He wasn’t the one locked in a dog cage.

“Of course you would see it like that.” Both exasperated yet fond.

“How should I see it?!”

At first you would think humiliation, and Terry’s attempt to install fear in Daniel - the same fear Terry felt but, that wasn’t it - not at all.

Nothing could be further for the truth.

It was protection.

Cages keep things in, but they also keep them out.

They keep things safe.

They keep them from leaving.

He actually hadn’t wanted Daniel to wake up until reaching the desired destination.

“I fear cages,” Terry starts but stops, not sure what to say, off kilter in a way only Daniel manages to do to him.

“Why do you fear cages?”

The story pours out, and Daniel sits, stunned.

He had no idea. At all.

Terry’s loyalty to Kreese makes so much sense now. As does their falling out. Which has hardened into hate since the accident.

Part of Terry blames Kreese.

It was his knife after all.

“He always tries to destroy the good things in my life.”

It not only makes sense but Daniel realizes, with a clarity he wouldn’t before, as he too carries that same burden now. Carries the same mixed feelings about being indebted to someone you do not wish to be indebted to.

An understanding, a part of him connected to Terry.

A part of himself that will never belong to him again.

———————————-

He protested in the beginning, Terry helping him change, but now he doesn’t; there would be no point.

He winces, the scar twisting, so new it’s still more deep purple, the skin too tight from where he was sewed and stitched back together.

Terry frowns, his hand touching it, and Daniel flinches; he can’t help it. Even he doesn’t even like touching it himself

It feels wrong - foreign. It feels like a change he didn’t want but will have no choice but to accept.

Isn’t that Terry whoever he comes into Daniel’s life.

It feels like the situation he finds himself in.

It looks ugly, even if he knows in time it will fade to pink and then further still until it’s faded to the point that it nearly matches his skin

He knows he should be grateful to be alive, to be here, even if here is with Terry.

He knows all of this but still, he will carry a piece of this always.

He carrie enough of Terry around with him - he has for thirty years.

The older man’s fingers are so damm gentle as they trace the new skin forming, solidifying into something permanent.

Everything about Terry has been so damm gentle.

All his touches, all the looks directed at Daniel, even when Terry thinks Daniel isn’t paying attention.

Terry helps him into his shirt.

————————————-

“Why?” Daniel asks when he finally gathers the courage. The thing that took him the longest to do.

“I wasn’t about to let you die, Daniel,” Terry nearly scoffs. “I’m not that much of ….”

“I know,” Daniel interrupts.

And he does. Truly. Terry is a Bond villain, and like all Bond villains, he lives to monologue and come up with elaborate plots, plots he knows, deep down, won’t work.

Just like they know Bond will walk away each time, that they want him to, so does Terry.

Because If you really want someone gone, it’s not hard. Simple is best.

If you truly want to win, that is.

But the winning isn’t the point. The end isn’t the point, because it’s not even a journey.

It’s a game, and it’s the fun in playing the game.

But when you take out the opponent, and you win the game, oh how you stop having fun.

Because the opponent was what you actually wanted all along, this game, was the only way to get that.

Something almost ruined this ages old ritual, something the villain hadn’t planned himself, hadn’t even accounted for.

“Why all this?” Daniel gestures around. It certainly is above and beyond. Putting aside the part Daniel can never hope to possibly repay, can’t even begin to, the money alone Terry has spent is astronomical, and shows no signs of stopping. The money Terry has assured Daniel he does not want, nor does he seem to even care about.

They stare at each other.

“I think you know,” is all Terry says, and it’s not cryptic, not at all.

Because Daniel thinks he does too.

Daniel thinks, he always did.

—————-

The plastic surgeon is flown in.

Daniel is fine with the scar.

It’s Terry that hates it.

It reminds him of too much.

The overwhelming fear in the days after, the unbridled anger at it even happening. Something Terry has been felt before.

How he had failed.

How he had almost lost something, that while never was his, was something he had never wanted more.

How he would have lost everything all the same, had Daniel not pulled through.

No.

No part of his boy is to be reminded of this.

No part of him will be marked by any man but Terry.

If his body is to change now, to open and accept anything inside, to be split open, to bleed, it will be by Terry’s doing.

And it will be by pleasure and not pain.

——————————————

The night he wakes to Terry sitting in the side of the hospital bed, everything dark expect for the light of the moon filtering in through the near floor to ceiling windows, is the night he really sees.

The older man’s back is to him, and although everything is silent, eerily so, he can tell Terry is crying.

Daniel sits up, hand holding onto his side, where he thinks it will always twinge slightly, although it’s more a habit now than a need, and the fact that Terry doesn’t turn to him, doesn’t hone in on the fact he’s awake and moving adds to the wrongness of this whole thing.

He gently and slowly lays a hand on the older man’s shoulder, not wanting to spoke him, he’s clearly out of it, and in an even softer tone, the ones he’d use on his kids when they were younger and upset, he asked, “Terry?”

Daniel expects the older man to get up, leave, but instead a large hand comes up and covers him.

They say nothing, but then Terry’s hand squeezes his, and in a broken voice finally speaks.

“I could have lost you.”

Terry made a mistake.

A mistake he can’t fix. - not now. Because he’s in too deep, because he loves Daniel.

And this, this was never the plan, all those years ago. To fall for the boy …. to fall again for the man the boy became.

Because when you love something, you now have something that can destroy you.

Destroy you without even meaning too.

Daniel would have destroyed him, without even trying.

Destroyed Terry in away that he would not have been able to rebuild himself from.

Even a phoenix eventually loses its will to rise again.

A world with Daniel is not one Terry wishes to be in. He tried, for thirty years, and it was no life at all. It certainly wasn’t living.

He got it back though, that feeling of being alive, but oh, what he traded for it. Because now he has this fear, heavy on his chest.

This fear of losing something you cannot replace.

When he looks down, sometimes he can still see the blood on his hands.

“You didn’t though.”

Daniel kneels, his chest to Terry’s back, his head on his shoulder, thin arms wrapped around the older man.

“You saved me.”

He had.

Terry had battled death with his bare hands for Daniel and won. But one day, one day …..

“We saved each other,” is all Terry says, focusing on that to stave off the panic.

“Let’s focus on that,” Daniel says, nuzzling his cheek into his shoulder. Terry can feel the warmth of his breaths gaunt his neck.

Plastered against his back, Daniel moves with Terry almost, to the feel the rise and fall of Terry’s breathing. Terry can feel the beat of Daniel’s heart, they’re pressed so tight.

Concentrating on that. On the moment. On what he can control in the here and now.

The dread subsides, for now, even if Terry knows it has simply retreated.

The moonlight shines down on them, this moment in time, and they stay like that until the sun chases it away, illuminating the sins instead.

———————-

“Oh god,” a breathy little moan, as Terry’s cock slides home, opening Daniel to him.

Four fingers, four of Terry’s thick fingers, and his mouth, had put the time in to get Daniel here like this, body open enough to accept the older man inside him; to accept his love.

Like a virgin on a mound, about to be offered up as sacrifice, this is how he will repay Terry.

Daniel arches up, legs squeezing tighter to the older man’s sides as his eyes squeeze shut, blunt fingernails drawing down a broad pale back.

They’ll both bleed for this tonight.

They’ll always bleed for each other.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Terry groans, and Daniel kisses him, only because he can’t handle much more.

He can’t handle Terry here inside him like this - how good it feels - how right it feels - and hear the raw truth in Terry’s voice.

He can’t.

His body is already the temple Terry is about to worship at - to ruin and rebuild - his body the vessel for this offering of his.

He knows his heart and soul will follow suit. If he was being honest with himself, something he seldom is, they already have.

The older man will accept nothing else. Daniel finds he wants nothing else.

Hands roaming, touching warm sweat slick skin, sharing the air moving between them.

The older man so damn gentle as he keeps sliding in.

Daniel finding within himself, to somehow open more and more, until Terry’s cock is all the way in, both men joined as one.

Terry carving a spot for himself that only he will be able to fill.

Hips snapping in, the wet noises of their coupling, the pin pricks of pleasure when the older man’s cock brushes his prostate, the sharp grin, like a shark sensing blood in the water as Terry concentrates on hitting that spot.

Hands pins above his head, Daniel opening his eyes at the older man’s command, Terry staring down.

“I love you. So much, Danny. So damm much,” he groans, rocking in, burying his face into the smaller man’s neck.

The slapping noise of skin on skin as he’s taken, as Terry chases his release, both of their releases, in each other.

Hands grab slim hips, feeling the bone under his palm, fingers digging in, greedy and covetous, but Daniel can feel the love even if he can also feel the bruises it is leaving.

Love with teeth, it suits them.

Always did.

And a love that leaves marks from those teeth, stained red with blood.

A love that is visible - a mixture of pleasure and pain, sometimes in equal measure.

That is them.

“Oh,” he sobs out as he comes in the space between them, not even a hand on his cock needed.

The clenching of his body, already a tight and perfect fit around Terry’s cock, is the older man’s undoing, and his hand grasps the smaller man’s side, covering the now barely visible scar, as empties himself inside the smaller body.

Daniel’s legs fall off his sides, splayed open obscenely as Terry fills and fills and fills him. He moans softly at the sensation of Terry’s come inside him, which doesn’t seem to be stopping, the warming blooming through him as his hips keep gently fucking in, making sure it’s as deep as it can go, making sure Daniel is even more full than he thought possible.

Finally finished, Terry collapses on top of Daniel, careful as he does though. He’s always careful with his boy, even if sometimes it’s his own personal brand of it.

He doesn’t bother to pull out, loathe to leave Daniel’s body until he absolutely has to, even if he is eager to see the mess he’s left his boy in.

There is always later for that.

They have that luxury of later now.

Who would have thought that here, of all places, a second, third, and fourth chance.

Terry’s lost count.

As many as they need to get it right.

Terry will see to that.

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[solxamber]

Tides of Affection - Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

You've chosen Azul!

Falling for Azul is gradual, yet natural, just like the ebb and flow of currents.

Prologue ; 1k Masterlist

You hold your phone for a moment, mentally preparing yourself for the call. After a lot of back and forth in your mind, you’ve finally decided to accept Azul’s date invitation. As much as you tried to play it cool, the thought of an exclusive dinner at Mostro Lounge had been lingering in your head all week.

The phone rings once, and you hear a professional but familiar voice. "This is Azul—"

"I’ll go on the date with you."

A loud crash echoes from the other end, followed by a distinct, undignified yelp. You clap a hand over your mouth to stifle the laugh that’s bubbling up. There’s a beat of awkward silence, then a very obvious sound of someone—likely Azul—scrambling to recover his composure.

"I-I mean, excellent! Yes, that sounds... wonderful," he continues, trying to adopt his usual smooth tone but failing miserably. You can almost see him pushing his glasses up, his face pink as he adds, "I'll pick you up tonight. Dress... appropriately."

That night, Azul shows up at Ramshackle looking like he’s spent hours meticulously choosing the perfect outfit. He’s wearing his best suit, his glasses polished to perfection. When you answer the door, he offers you his arm, clearly attempting to channel his inner gentleman.

The two of you walk toward Mostro Lounge in comfortable silence, and when you arrive, you’re stunned. The restaurant is completely empty, save for a beautifully set table in the middle, lit by soft candlelight. It’s a perfect mix of intimate and extravagant.

"Azul... this is amazing," you say, genuinely impressed.

Azul’s face lights up at your praise. "I’m glad you approve. I wanted tonight to be... memorable."

Before you can reply, Floyd suddenly appears out of nowhere, and your eyes widen. He's wearing his usual Mostro Lounge uniform but with a huge, fake mustache taped to his face. He walks over to the table, arms outstretched, and starts speaking in the worst French accent you’ve ever heard.

“Bonsoooiiiir, mes amiiiis!” Floyd exclaims, throwing in some exaggerated hand gestures for good measure. “Tonight, I will be your serrrrveur extraordinaire! What shall I bring ze beautiful couple to eet?"

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from bursting out laughing, while Azul’s face looks like it’s seconds away from bursting into flames. He’s frantically signaling something to the side, mouthing at Floyd to cut it out.

Floyd, of course, ignores this entirely and leans in close, waggling his fake mustache. “Perhaps ze... escargot? Or ze finest lobstah?”

Azul is about five seconds from collapsing into the floor when Jade appears, ever the picture of calm, and gently steers Floyd away. “Floyd, I believe your expertise is required in the kitchen.”

Floyd whines loudly. “Awww, c’mon! I wanna see Azul embarrass himself! It’s funny watching him mess up in front of his little date!”

“I’m sure you’ll find another way to entertain yourself,” Jade says, completely unfazed, as he firmly guides his twin back into the kitchen.

Azul looks like he’s dying inside. “I deeply apologize for that,” he mutters, mortified beyond belief.

You can't help but laugh. “Honestly? I think it was hilarious. Floyd's got... quite the talent for making things interesting.”

Azul lets out a long, exhausted sigh, shaking his head. “Interesting is one way to put it.”

He reaches for his glass of water, but his hand is visibly trembling, and when he takes a sip, some of it dribbles down the side of the glass. You can’t help but notice how tense he is, his shoulders drawn tight and his eyes darting nervously between you and the table. It’s honestly... kind of adorable.

Feeling bold, you reach across the table and take his hand gently in yours.

Azul freezes, eyes widening in shock.

“You don’t need to be so nervous,” you say softly, giving his hand a light squeeze. “I’m here because I like you, Azul. You don’t need to impress me—I’m already impressed.”

Azul’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, and when he finally speaks, his voice cracks. “You... you like me?”

Your expression softens. “Yeah, Azul. I do.”

He blinks, the gears in his head turning like he can’t quite process what you’re saying. Then, slowly, his body relaxes. His shoulders drop, his grip on your hand becomes less stiff, and though his face is still flushed, he gives you a small, genuine smile.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, the tension in his voice fading. “That... means more to me than you know.”

From that point on, the conversation flows more easily. You find yourselves chatting about your day, and you regale Azul with the latest disaster involving Sebek, Ace, and Deuce.

“So Sebek gets into this huge argument with Ace over who can jump higher, right? But in the middle of it, Deuce trips over a bucket and knocks down this entire stack of potions—"

Azul’s eyes widen in alarm. “Oh no...”

“Oh yeah,” you continue, grinning. “There were explosions everywhere. Sebek’s hair turned bright purple, Ace got covered in glitter, and Deuce? He’s been sneezing feathers for hours.”

Azul shakes his head, exasperated but clearly amused. “Your group is nothing if not... unpredictable.”

“You’re telling me. Poor Crewel had to ban us from the alchemy lab for the rest of the week.”

You both share a laugh, and by the time the food arrives—delivered by a very professional-looking Jade—the mood has lightened considerably. The food, as expected, is incredible, and you find yourself thoroughly enjoying the rest of the evening.

When the meal is done, Azul insists on walking you back to Ramshackle. The night air is cool and crisp, and there’s a comfortable silence between you as the two of you stroll back through the grounds.

As you reach the doorstep, Azul hesitates, looking like he wants to say something but can’t quite find the words. Before he can overthink it, you take his hand, raise it to your lips, and press a soft kiss to his knuckles.

Azul’s reaction is instantaneous. His entire body goes rigid, his face turning a deep shade of red. He stares at you like he’s short-circuiting, and for a moment, you genuinely wonder if you’ve broken him.

“G-Goodnight!” he squeaks, his voice a full octave higher than usual. Then, without warning, he practically flees from the scene, leaving you standing there, thoroughly amused.

You watch him disappear into the distance, shaking your head fondly. There’s no denying it—tonight was an absolute success.

It’s a typical PE day, which, for you, means sitting on the sidelines watching your classmates either struggle or excel at flying lessons. As someone with no magic, you’ve been mercifully excused from the torment of broom flying, so instead, you get to watch the chaos unfold.

Vargas is barking encouragement at the students, his voice booming across the field. "Come on, put your back into it! Fly like your life depends on it!"

You casually lean back, eyes scanning the group. Some are soaring confidently through the air like they've been born on a broomstick, while others—well, others are just... Azul.

You spot him hovering about an inch off the ground, his hands gripping the broom with the intensity of someone holding onto a cliff’s edge for dear life. His face is pale, and there's an unmistakable look of pure existential dread in his eyes.

"He's going to fall," you mutter under your breath.

Sure enough, his body wobbles, and he teeters dangerously to one side. Without thinking, you bolt across the field, reaching him just as his broom starts to tip. Your hands find their way to his waist, steadying him before disaster strikes.

Azul nearly jumps out of his skin at the sudden contact. “W-what are you—"

“You were about to fall,” you say, shooting him a quick grin as you hold him in place.

Azul’s entire body trembles under your touch, and his usual calm façade cracks as he struggles to keep himself from spontaneously combusting. His grip on the broom tightens as he attempts to regain some sense of balance.

From behind you, Grim, who's been lounging nearby, rolls his eyes dramatically. “Seriously? He’s like a centimeter off the ground. He’s not gonna die if he falls.”

You shoot Grim a look but can’t help the snicker that escapes. “Better safe than sorry, right?”

Floyd, who’s been casually observing the scene from a distance, bursts into laughter. “Oh man, Shrimpy’s out here saving Azul from the ground! Classic!”

Jade, ever the composed twin, nods in agreement, though there's a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Quite the heroic rescue, I must say.”

You stick your tongue out at them, ignoring their teasing as you turn your attention back to Azul. “You okay?”

He nods, though the pink flush creeping up his neck says otherwise. “I-I’m fine,” he stammers, clearly out of his element.

From Azul’s perspective, however, things are much more dire. He's not just being saved from an embarrassing fall—he's certain that he’s staring into the face of an angel. You haven’t taken your hands off his waist yet, and his mind is racing with the realization.

There are literal sparkles around you, he’s sure of it. His thoughts scatter in a million directions as he tries, and fails, to focus on anything other than the warmth of your hands still holding him steady.

Why are they still holding me like this? Do I smell like fish? No, wait, I don’t! Is this what people feel like before they combust?

Then, just as suddenly as you grabbed him, you pull your hands away, and Azul feels the loss immediately.

“Thanks,” he manages to choke out, though it comes out sounding more like a croak than anything remotely suave.

“You sure you're alright?” You eye him for a moment longer, clearly amused by his frazzled state.

Azul straightens his glasses, desperately trying to regain his composure. “Yes... perfectly fine. Though I believe I owe you for the timely intervention,” he says, his voice steadying with every word. “Perhaps another dinner, to... properly thank you?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Azul, are you asking me out on another date?”

He clears his throat, suddenly very focused on a non-existent speck of dust on his broom. “I—I suppose that’s one way to phrase it, yes.”

You smile, clearly amused. “Alright, I accept. But only because I saved you from a one-centimeter fall.”

Azul blushes furiously at that, but he nods. “Of course. You’re a true hero.”

As you walk back to your spot on the sidelines, Floyd and Jade exchange a look, clearly holding back more laughter.

“Man, Azul’s gonna lose his mind if this keeps up,” Floyd says, grinning ear to ear.

“Indeed,” Jade replies smoothly. “It seems they’ve found the perfect way to keep him grounded.”

It’s a relatively normal day at Night Raven College—by normal, of course, it means you’re trying to prevent Ramshackle from falling apart at the seams for the fifteenth time that week. You’re in the kitchen, battling yet another suspiciously leaky faucet when your phone buzzes with a message. Azul.

Your heart flutters, but then a mild sense of concern settles in—Azul doesn’t usually text you unless it’s something important. Maybe another business proposal? An invitation to the Mostro Lounge to try his latest ‘limited time’ seafood special? But no, when you open the message, it’s short and strange: "Be ready by 5 PM. Dress warm. See you soon."

Uh… What?

Now, Azul isn’t exactly the type to do spontaneous things, so this throws you off completely. But, intrigued and with no pressing emergencies (for now), you throw on a warm jacket, scarf, and gloves, wondering what he has planned.

Is it another attempt to woo you with his business acumen? A surprise study session? You’re equal parts curious and worried about what sort of ordeal this could lead to.

By 5 PM, you’re waiting outside, pacing in front of the creaky Ramshackle door when, sure enough, Azul arrives. He’s looking incredibly out of his element—wrapped up in an enormous winter coat, cheeks pink from the cold, a thick woolen scarf around his neck, and glasses fogging up slightly from his breath. Honestly, he looks like he’s just walked into a freezing wilderness.

"Azul, are we... going on an arctic expedition or something?" you tease, but you’re already grinning at how adorably overdressed he is for the mild chill.

Azul clears his throat, looking a bit embarrassed as he pushes his glasses up. “No, nothing of the sort. I merely wished to—ah—show you something. Follow me.”

Now you’re even more intrigued. "Okay, but if this turns into a surprise business venture, I reserve the right to mock you for the rest of time," you warn playfully, falling in step beside him as he leads you out of the Ramshackle courtyard and down the campus path.

As you walk, the usual hustle and bustle of the school fades into the background. It's quiet, and you notice that Azul keeps glancing at you like he’s checking to see if you’re still there, as though he’s afraid you’ll vanish into thin air.

Eventually, you reach the outskirts of campus where a small forest lies ahead. Azul stops and turns toward you with an almost... nervous look.

"I wanted to take you somewhere that I rarely show others," he admits, avoiding your eyes as he fidgets with the edge of his scarf. "It’s... personal."

You tilt your head, heart already beating a little faster at the way he’s looking so serious and vulnerable. This isn’t the Azul that deals in contracts and meticulous plans. This is Azul without the safety net.

"Personal?" you ask, softening your tone. "Lead the way."

The two of you trek through the trees, and you can’t help but notice how ridiculously over-prepared Azul seems for this—he’s walking carefully, as if he's bracing for quicksand, making sure not to slip on any imaginary hazards. It’s both sweet and hilarious at the same time.

Finally, after what feels like a mini hike, you break through a clearing, and your breath catches in your throat.

You’re standing at the edge of a frozen lake, its surface glimmering under the evening sky. Lanterns are strung along the trees surrounding the lake, casting a warm glow over the ice. There’s even a small blanket laid out with a thermos of what smells like hot cocoa, and a pair of ice skates placed neatly at the edge of the blanket.

Your eyes widen in disbelief. "Wait... are we—are we going ice skating?"

Azul, now looking a little sheepish, nods, refusing to meet your gaze. "I... thought it might be enjoyable," he says, his voice quieter than usual. "I know it’s not something I’d typically do, but I—well, I wanted to do something special for you."

Your heart practically melts on the spot. Azul is definitely not the ‘outdoorsy’ type, let alone someone who’d voluntarily ice skate. Yet, here he is, dragging himself far out of his comfort zone just to plan something this sweet.

He nervously adds, "I’ll admit, I’m not... terribly skilled at this activity. But I’ve—uh—practiced."

You have to bite your lip to keep from laughing at how ridiculously cute and nervous he sounds, though the image of Azul trying to practice ice skating in secret is now firmly lodged in your brain. "You did all of this for me?" you ask, warmth spreading through your chest.

Azul nods, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. "I... wanted to show my appreciation. You’ve done a lot for me, and I thought... maybe this would be a pleasant way to repay you."

Your grin is unstoppable at this point. You don’t even care that it’s freezing or that you’ve never been the best skater. The fact that Azul has gone to this much trouble for you? You’re already swooning.

"Azul, this is..." You don’t know how to express how touched you are, so instead, you grab the skates and immediately start putting them on. "Come on, let’s skate!"

Azul seems startled by your enthusiasm but follows suit, albeit much more carefully. You can already tell he’s bracing for disaster as he edges toward the ice like he’s about to step onto a minefield.

The second he sets foot on the ice, you see why he’s so nervous. His legs immediately start wobbling like a newborn giraffe, and you barely suppress a giggle as he clutches at your arm for dear life.

"I-I told you I wasn’t very good at this," he mumbles, his face turning a bright shade of pink.

"It’s okay, I’ve got you," you reassure him, though the effort it takes not to laugh is almost painful. "Just hold onto me."

Together, you manage a few laps around the lake, though Azul’s feet continue to betray him, slipping and sliding more often than not. Every time he stumbles, you’re right there to steady him, which only seems to make him more flustered.

But the more you skate together, the more comfortable he becomes. And at some point, when he’s finally not wobbling like a newborn calf, you realize just how thoughtful and genuine his effort is. He did this for you.

By the time you’re sitting together on the blanket, sipping the hot cocoa, you’re grinning like an idiot, completely smitten. Azul is still embarrassed, probably replaying every awkward moment on the ice in his head, but you’re too busy falling for him to care.

"I can’t believe you did all of this," you murmur, leaning your head against his shoulder.

Azul swallows, his ears turning red, but he smiles shyly. "I’m glad you enjoyed it."

You glance up at him, and in that moment, you know you’ve completely fallen. Because here is Azul—stoic, business-minded Azul—going out of his way to make you smile, even if it means doing something as foreign to him as ice skating.

"I did," you say softly, reaching for his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "More than you know."

The pipe in Ramshackle bursts with a violent hiss, and before you know it, water is everywhere—gushing from the ceiling, flooding the floor, and turning your already dilapidated home into a mini waterpark.

You’re ankle-deep in the chaos, trying desperately to block the spray with your hands like that’s going to do anything. Grim is perched on your shoulder, equally panicking but trying to maintain his usual bravado.

"Hey! Do somethin' before we drown, hench-human!" Grim barks, his little paws flailing as he attempts to swipe at the water like it’s something he can defeat with a few swats.

"I'm trying!" you shout back, grabbing a bucket and using it to… well, collect more water? Honestly, you’re not even sure what you’re doing at this point. The pipe is making noises like it’s laughing at your efforts, and you feel a wave of frustration welling up in your chest.

Just then, your phone rings, startling both you and Grim.

"Not now, Grim!" you yell, struggling to balance him while your other hand is busy with an already overflowing bucket.

"Uh, it's not me, hench-human!" Grim snaps, poking the phone with his tail until you fumble it into your hand.

You glance at the screen, only to see Azul calling you. Oh no, this is not how you imagined the day would go.

"Azul?" you answer, already sounding defeated. You don’t even get the chance to properly greet him before he’s asking, all smooth and casual, “Are you free for dinner tonight?”

And that’s when you lose it.

"Azul!" you practically sob into the phone. “Ramshackle is flooded! The kitchen’s drowning, Grim’s trying to help but he has paws, and I’m pretty sure I'm going to skewer Crowley when I see him next!”

There’s a beat of silence on the other end as you try not to full-on cry about the soggy state of your life.

Azul’s voice, calm as ever, replies, “Stay right there. I’ll take care of it.”

You barely have time to process his words when, not even 15 minutes later, there’s a knock at your door. You slosh through the water to answer it, only to find a team of professional-looking people standing there with equipment in hand.

"We’re here to fix your plumbing," one of them says, as if this is a perfectly normal emergency call on a late evening.

"What the—?" You step back, utterly baffled as they walk in like a squad of elite disaster-rescue plumbers. They immediately get to work, assessing the damage and patching up the burst pipe like it’s nothing more than a leaky faucet.

You stand there, shell-shocked, as they not only fix the pipe but also take a moment to reinforce some of the more concerning areas of Ramshackle.

Azul appears behind them, watching everything with a critical eye. He’s dressed as impeccably as ever, looking completely unbothered by the soggy mess you’re in the middle of.

“You…” you blink at him, at a loss for words. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

Azul gives a small, graceful wave of his hand, like it’s no big deal. “It was the least I could do. I couldn’t very well let you stay in a house that was falling apart, could I?”

Overwhelmed by the gesture, you do the first thing that comes to mind. You hug him. You throw your arms around him and squeeze, feeling genuinely touched by how thoughtful he’s been.

Azul freezes, completely stiff in your embrace, his hands hovering awkwardly as though he’s forgotten how to function as a human being. But after a beat, he tentatively wraps his arms around you, his grip a little unsure, but warm nonetheless.

When you pull back, his cheeks are tinged pink, and he’s not quite meeting your eyes. “I-I hope the repairs were to your satisfaction.”

"They were more than that," you say, giving him a bright smile. “Thank you.”

With the pipe situation under control and Ramshackle’s kitchen looking more presentable than it’s ever been, you realize it’s far too late for the romantic dinner at Mostro Lounge. But there’s a solution for that.

“How about we get some fast food and watch a movie instead?” you suggest, figuring a more casual date would be the perfect end to this bizarre evening.

Azul, still looking mildly flustered from the hug, agrees. “That… sounds lovely.”

You both settle down on the couch with a pile of fast food, picking a movie to watch together. Azul, despite his earlier composure, is tense beside you—staring at the screen but clearly not paying any attention to what’s happening in the movie.

You try not to laugh at how rigid he is, and after a while, you give up on subtlety entirely. Casually, you wrap an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into your side as you lean back against the couch.

His entire body tenses, but he doesn’t resist, instead leaning into you. His head rests lightly against your shoulder, and though you can feel him fidget every few minutes, he gradually relaxes.

You spend the rest of the evening like that, the warmth of the moment making the movie’s plot irrelevant.

The next morning, you wake up, still curled up on the couch with Azul half-draped across you, his head resting comfortably against your chest. You blink groggily at the morning light filtering through the window, then glance down at him.

Azul stirs, waking up and blinking in confusion before realizing the compromising position he’s in. His face goes crimson almost instantly, and he sits up way too fast, nearly knocking himself off the couch.

“I-I—” he starts, trying to find the words while adjusting his glasses, but he’s clearly too flustered to form a coherent sentence.

You, on the other hand, just grin at him, completely at ease. “I’d love to do this again,” you say, voice soft but sincere.

Azul freezes again, staring at you for a moment before a bashful smile slowly creeps onto his face. “I… I would like that too,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

And just like that, the two of you sit there, grinning at each other like lovestruck idiots, the events of the previous night already becoming a sweet memory you’ll both cherish.

It’s a sight to behold: Azul in his element, operating at full power, and you get to witness it firsthand. You’re sitting at one of the booths in the Mostro Lounge, ostensibly there to “visit” but really, you’re here to watch him work. And wow, does he work.

Azul is currently handling a group of students who are clearly way in over their heads, trying to negotiate terms for a favor.

The air is thick with desperation—and that’s just from the students. You watch, entranced, as he slips into full businessman mode, his smile sharp enough to cut through steel.

The poor students don’t stand a chance.

“So, gentlemen, if you sign this contract, I can guarantee that all of your, shall we say, academic concerns will be resolved by the end of the week.” Azul slides the contract across the table with a flourish. His voice is smooth, the kind that lures you in before you realize you’re already caught.

You’re impressed by how easily he manipulates the situation—he’s making them feel like they’re getting the best deal of their lives, but you know better. This is Azul. The house always wins.

One of the students glances at the contract and hesitates. “Uh, are you sure there aren’t any... you know... hidden clauses?”

Azul’s grin widens, eyes gleaming behind his glasses. “Hidden clauses? Why, I’m hurt you would even suggest such a thing.” He places a hand over his heart, like he’s truly wounded. “I run a perfectly legitimate business, I assure you. The terms are all there in black and white.”

You bite back a laugh, watching the students squirm under his gaze. It’s like watching a master at work, and you can't help but admire the way he plays this game so effortlessly. Even when they’re suspicious, he has them eating out of the palm of his hand within seconds.

Azul doesn’t just thrive in this environment—he owns it.

Suddenly, Floyd sidles up next to you, leaning in with a mischievous grin. “You’re drooling, you know.”

You roll your eyes. “Am not.”

“Are too~!” Floyd sing-songs, clearly enjoying your flustered expression. “But I get it. Watching Azul reel in his prey is like watching one of those nature documentaries—where the shark’s about to take down a baby seal. Brutal, but you can’t look away.”

You elbow him lightly. “You make it sound so predatory.”

Floyd just laughs. “Because it is. You’re watching Azul, right? Same thing.”

Across the room, Azul is wrapping up the deal. The students, clearly defeated, sign the contract with trembling hands. Azul’s smile never falters. “Pleasure doing business with you, gentlemen. I look forward to seeing how your grades improve.”

They leave, looking like they’ve just sold their souls. Which, knowing Azul, might actually be the case. As soon as they’re out of sight, Azul turns and catches your gaze, his expression instantly softening.

Gone is the sharp businessman—now, he’s just Azul again. He walks over to you, adjusting his glasses with that trademark confidence.

“Well, how did I do?” he asks, though you can tell from the way he’s standing that he already knows the answer.

“Terrifying, as usual,” you reply, giving him an amused grin. “I think you might have scared them into improving their grades out of sheer survival instinct.”

Azul chuckles, sitting down beside you. “I prefer to think of it as... motivation. It’s important to give people a little push every now and then.”

Floyd, still lingering nearby, snickers. “A push, he says. More like you shoved them off a cliff and waved goodbye.”

Azul shoots Floyd a warning glance. “And you’re supposed to be working, not lurking.”

Floyd shrugs. “I’m watching you work. That counts.”

Azul sighs but doesn’t press the issue. Instead, he turns his attention back to you. “So? What do you think of my... business?”

“I think it’s impressive,” you admit, leaning forward slightly. “And also a little scary how easily you do this.”

Azul’s smile turns a bit sheepish, which is honestly adorable considering how confident he was just moments ago. “I just know how to handle people. It’s all about finding their... weak points and using them to negotiate.”

“Yeah, you’re a real charmer,” you tease. “But don’t think I didn’t notice that you’re a bit of a softie when it comes to me.”

Azul’s face flushes a light shade of pink, and he quickly adjusts his glasses again, clearly flustered. “Well, that’s... different. You’re—special.”

Floyd, ever the instigator, snorts. “Special, huh? Is that what we’re calling it now?”

“Floyd, out,” Azul mutters through gritted teeth, but you can’t help but laugh. The banter, the contrast between business-mode Azul and flustered, bashful Azul—it’s all incredibly endearing.

You lean back, still watching him, completely entranced by the way he balances his ruthless efficiency with these softer moments. He’s a force to be reckoned with, both in business and... well, with you. And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

You’re helping Sam with a delivery of books, stacking them in your arms and heading down the hallway like some kind of overly burdened delivery person.

It’s just your luck that today of all days, the stack of books you’re carrying makes it impossible to see ahead of you. But you’re used to this. After all, navigating life at this chaotic academy means half of it is spent balancing things you probably shouldn’t be holding while dodging all sorts of absurd situations.

You’re about to drop off the books at an empty classroom, or so you think. You shove open the door, barely catching a glimpse of something—or someone—just before you crash right into them.

There’s a moment of complete, cartoonish chaos as you both lose balance. The next thing you know, you’re flat on your back, books scattered everywhere, and the weight of someone is suddenly pinning you to the floor.

“Wh—” You’re about to shout something half-baked like "What the heck?" when you hear a choked gasp from above you.

You look up—and to your horror, you see Azul standing just outside the classroom door. His face is twisted into an expression so heartbroken, so dramatically devastated, that it looks like he’s witnessing the betrayal of the century.

Oh no.

You quickly realize how this must look: a mysterious person on top of you, you flat on the floor, books scattered everywhere. If this were one of those tragic romance novels Azul undoubtedly reads in secret, this would be the scene right before the misunderstood breakup.

Azul’s face is pale, his eyes wide behind his glasses, and you swear you can see the exact moment his heart shatters into tiny, irreparable pieces.

He opens his mouth, probably to say something cutting or deeply tragic, but instead, all that comes out is a strangled sound, and he abruptly turns on his heel, bolting down the hallway at a speed you didn’t even know he was capable of.

"Azul! Wait!" You panic, shoving the poor soul on top of you off with a quick, distracted apology. You barely hear them stammer out a confused “s-sorry” before you’re sprinting down the hall, books and all common sense abandoned in favor of chasing after Azul.

How is he so fast?! You didn’t know his legs could move this quickly, considering how calculated and leisurely his movements usually are. You half expect him to trip on his own dignity, but no, he’s moving like he’s being chased by a kraken.

“Azul!” You yell again, heart pounding as you finally manage to catch up to him. You grab his wrist and yank him into the nearest room, which, as luck would have it, is the tiniest broom closet you’ve ever seen.

The door slams shut behind you, plunging both of you into a cramped, dust-smelling room. The only sounds are the awkward shuffling of brooms and the frantic thudding of your heart.

Azul is rigid, avoiding your gaze like the floor is the most interesting thing in existence. His face is still a mess of hurt and confusion, and you’re absolutely not about to let him spiral into a misunderstanding-fueled melodrama.

“Azul.” You don’t give him time to wallow in whatever tragic narrative he’s cooked up in his head. You’re done with misunderstandings.

You have enough stress dealing with Crowley, and everything else in this cursed place and you're pretty sure that your life expectancy has halved since you came here—you’re not about to waste your remaining time on needless drama.

Without another word, you close the distance between you and kiss him. Hard.

Azul freezes for a moment, completely caught off guard, but then, just as desperately, he kisses you back. It’s clumsy and a little messy in the cramped space, but there’s no mistaking the way his hands cling to you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

When you finally pull back for air, both of you are breathless, and Azul looks like his entire world has been flipped upside down. “W-What was that?” he asks, voice shaky.

“That,” you say, still catching your breath, “was to stop you from jumping to conclusions.”

Azul blinks at you, clearly still processing everything, so you take the opportunity to explain what happened. “I was just delivering some books, I swear! I crashed into someone by accident, and they fell on top of me. That’s it. Nothing else. I was about to say sorry when you walked in.”

The tension in his shoulders visibly melts away, and his usual composed expression begins to return. Relief floods his features, and he even lets out a quiet, self-deprecating chuckle. “I… I see. I suppose I was being a bit… hasty in my assumptions.”

You raise an eyebrow. “A bit?”

“Alright, perhaps more than a bit,” he admits, looking slightly sheepish now. He pushes his glasses up his nose, his face still a bit flushed from the kiss. “I’m sorry for running away like that.”

You smile, feeling your heart lighten. “Just don’t do it again, okay?”

“I won’t,” Azul promises, and then, as if remembering something, he clears his throat awkwardly. “So… um… does this mean…?”

You grin at him, already knowing what he’s about to ask. “Azul, I want you to be mine.”

His eyes widen, and for a moment, he looks like he might pass out from sheer emotional overload. But then, a shy smile tugs at his lips, and he nods. “Only if you’ll be mine, too.”

“Deal.” You lean in and kiss him again, softer this time, but no less passionate. He kisses you back eagerly, his arms wrapping around you in the tight, confined space of the broom closet.

Then, just as you’re fully immersed in the moment, the door creaks open.

You both freeze mid-kiss, turning your heads in unison to see Sam standing there, leaning against the doorframe with a knowing grin on his face.

“Well, well,” he drawls, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “So this is where you disappeared to, huh?”

You and Azul are both bright red, scrambling to separate yourselves from each other, but Sam just waves a hand casually. “Don’t mind me. Carry on, lovebirds.” He winks, giving you a conspiratorial look before closing the door behind him.

You’re left standing there, dumbfounded and flustered, while Azul stares at the now-closed door like he’s questioning every life choice that led to this moment.

“Well… that happened,” you mutter, rubbing the back of your neck.

Azul lets out a soft groan, burying his face in his hands. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

You laugh, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer. “Hey, at least we’re in this together, right?”

He peeks at you from between his fingers, and after a moment, he smiles, leaning into your embrace. “Yes, I suppose we are.”

The rumors have spread like wildfire. You and Azul—caught making out in a broom closet. Seriously? Of all the places! And you're pretty sure it's that guy who crashed into you earlier, seeking some petty revenge for toppling over you like a stack of books.

The first person to bring it up? Ace, of course.

“So, broom closet, huh? I always knew you were bold, but that’s next level!” he grins, nudging Deuce, who’s already fighting back laughter. Deuce tries to stay composed but fails miserably, snickering. “Dude, a broom closet?”

Azul, standing beside you, looks like he’s two seconds away from melting into a puddle. His face is redder than Riddle on an off day. “I… I don’t… this is...—"

Before he can finish, Floyd suddenly appears, draping his arm over your shoulder. “Whaaat? You didn’t invite me to the show? How rude!” His grin is practically splitting his face. “Azul, you dog! In a closet, huh?”

Jade, always the calm instigator, steps in, his expression innocent but his tone wicked. “How bold of you, Azul. One might expect a more... sophisticated venue, but I suppose a broom closet has its own appeal.”

Azul’s hands are trembling by now, his mouth moving but no sound coming out. He looks like he’s weighing the pros and cons of teleporting to another dimension. Meanwhile, you’re basking in the chaos. If they think they can make you flinch, they’re sorely mistaken.

“Oh, come on, guys,” you say with a smirk, wrapping an arm around Azul’s shoulders. “I mean, look at him. Who wouldn’t want a piece of this? I’d like to see you do better.”

Azul squeaks at your boldness, his body going rigid beside you, but you just give him a reassuring squeeze. “They’re just jealous. Right, dear?”

Ace nearly chokes on his own laughter. “Jealous? Of a broom closet make-out sesh? Sure, we all dream of that kind of luxury.”

Floyd, still howling, points a finger at Azul, “I never thought I’d see the day where you’d make the headlines for this.”

Azul buries his face in his hands. “This is… I can’t… Floyd, please stop.”

Jade chimes in, “I believe this is the first time I’ve seen you so… exposed, Azul.”

You shrug, completely unfazed. “What can I say? We’re just out here, living our best lives, making out in closets.” You give them all a casual salute. “Catch you later, losers!”

Grim, who's been sitting on your shoulder the whole time, pipes up, “I approve! Azul’s rich, and my henchhuman is happy, so I get premium tuna. Everybody wins!”

The teasing? Relentless. But you just wink at Azul and squeeze his hand before pulling him out of the mess. “C’mon, let’s leave these losers behind. They can’t handle us.”

As you walk away, hand in hand, Azul finally finds his voice, though it’s barely above a whisper. “I... I didn’t know you could turn something so mortifying into... whatever that was.”

You grin. “Stick with me, Azul. We’ll be the power couple everyone wishes they were.”

Azul, though still red-faced, can’t help but chuckle under his breath, squeezing your hand just a little tighter as the two of you stroll away, leaving the chaos—and the teasing—far behind.

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I had to edit this in a hurry because I was convinced Jamil was gonna win till Azul swept in the last few hours

[hemmingsleclerc]

Interruption┃remus lupin

summary: where remus and his girlfriend try to have a romantic moment but sirius and james interrupt them

marauders!era

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon in Gryffindor Tower, and most of the students had taken the opportunity to take a nap or catch up on homework. But Remus and his girlfriend, Y/n, had other plans. They had managed to sneak off to the boy's dormitory for some much-needed alone time.

As they lay in bed, cuddling, the room filled with a romantic tension that had been building for weeks. Just as things were heating up,the door to the dormitory burst open.

“moony have you seen my—” Sirius' voice echoed through the room, followed closely by James.

Y/n let out a shrill scream as she scrambled to cover herself with the nearest blanket. Remus, his face a bright shade of red, did his best to shield them both with the blanket, as he stared at his best friends with wide eyes.

Sirius froze in his tracks, his mouth hanging open in pure horror. “OH MY EYES! MY INNOCENT EYES!” he wailed, dramatically throwing an arm over his face. “I’M TRAUMATIZED FOR LIFE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING”

James, meanwhile, covered his eyes with his hands and stumbled back towards the door. “I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING! I SWEAR!” he screamed with his eyes closed.

“SIRIUS, GET OUT!” Remus shouted, his voice with embarrassment and fury. He tugged the blanket tighter around himself and Y/n, trying to shield as much of her as possible from his idiot friends.

“GET OUT? I’M BLIND, MOONY! I CAN’T SEE THE DAMN DOOR!” Sirius wailed, clutching at his face. “PRONGS, HELP ME!”

James, who was still trying to get out of the room without looking, collided with a chair and crashed to the floor. “I CAN’T SEE EITHER!” he screamed in panic. “THIS IS A MESS!”

Y/n, who had already partially recovered from the initial shock, couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "Sirius, turn around and go!" she shouted, still in Remus' arms.

“DON’T LAUGH, Y/N! THIS IS A SERIOUS TRAUMA!” Sirius retorted, finally turning around and stumbling toward the door, still with his arm over his eyes.

James, still trying to find the door, tripped over with sirius' clothes on the floor. “PADS, WAIT FOR ME!”

Remus sighed deeply. “Padfoot, Prongs, I swear if you don’t go in the next ten seconds…”

But before he could finish his sentence, Sirius managed to find the doorknob and threw it open, dramatically waving his other arm as he stormed out. James quickly followed, eyes still closed, and slammed into the door frame before staggering out after Sirius.

When the door finally closed, Remus and Y/n stood in stunned silence. Then, unable to contain themselves any longer, they both burst into uncontrollable laughter as Y/n grabbed her wand to lock the door.

“Well,” Remus said between laughs, “that definitely wasn’t what I expected.”

“So....., where were we?”

Remus leaned down and captured Y/n's lips in a passionate kiss. The blanket that had once been a shield was now forgotten. And they returned to their original plan.

This time, with no interruptions.

[jenomi]

i love you, i'm sorry

pairing: idol!jeno x idol!reader c/w: light physical abuse (reader falls on the floor) a/n: you ask and you shall receive! i got a lot of requests for a part 2, so here it is :3 read part 1 here!! but this can be read on its own :)

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I push my luck, it shows Thankful you don't send someone to kill me

"why??" you cried tears streaming down your face, "just tell me why, and i'll go."

jeno could only look down at his feet as you asked him for a real reason why he was breaking up with you.

you were fully aware how pathetic this looks from an outsiders perspective, crying and begging for an explanation from a man. but it wasn't any man. it was jeno. your jeno.

"is it something i did? tell me, i'm sorry! let me fix it and make it up to you" your knees stung from crouching on the couch and your eyes and throat hurt from the tears you're shedding.

"i don't see a future with you, y/n" jeno whispered.

you looked up quickly, your eyes opened wide in shock. your voice is so small, you weren't sure if he heard you when you said, "what?"

you always talked about your future. in all honesty, jeno would talk about it more than you. how he'd buy a house for the both of you to start a family and a place comfortable enough to stay home and never have to leave. you loved talking about your future with jeno. it brought you so much joy and comfort. so him using this as a reason to break up didn't make sense but it also hit you where it hurt. how could it bring you comfort when it was the same reason jeno was leaving you?

"look at us now!" jeno was frustrated now, "we barely do anything together, we can't even go outside without being scared. you barely have time for me. how would we ever last?"

you sat there stunned. you were at a lost for words. you thought your love for each other rose above all those problems. you talked about them at length with each other, and you would always assure each other that it was no problem. even last week, you had reassured each other. but now, jeno's coming back and saying it was all a lie? and he's not happy?

jeno shakes his head as he gets up off the couch, "i'm going out, when i come back, have your stuffed packed up and go"

you chase after him and grab his hand. "please baby no. i'll tell my company, i'll find a way to make it work please just don't leave right now. let's talk." you were back to begging.

jeno tried to shake your hand off his. overcome with emotion, jeno used too much strength, and when he tried to shake you off, his force caused you to fall on the floor.

you cried out when you landed on your hands and knees. jeno was so shocked and confused. it was an accident, he never meant to hurt you.

you started sobbing but jeno couldn't comfort you, so he left. he left you crying and bruised on the floor of his apartment.

jeno winces at the memory. he couldn't believe he hurt you, both emotionally and physically, at the same time. what possessed him to do that? he was raised to be a gentleman, but in that moment, he was everything but.

he's surprised he's even alive right now. he knows you told all your closest friends, including his best friend, jisung who you were closest to. he knows the only reason his life wasn't threatened was because you told your friends not to come for him.

and now he's at your door. he knows there's a high chance you'll slam the door in his face, but he needed to see you and speak to you to ease the pain in his chest. he hopes with his whole heart and soul that you'll let him in, because if you don't, he doesn't know if he'll ever be able to recover.

jeno takes a deep breath before knocking on your door.

I tend to laugh whenever I'm sad I stare at the crash, it actually works

you open the door only to pause in shock to see your ex-boyfriend at your door with take out from your favorite restaurant.

"hi?" jeno meant to say but it comes out as a question, a scratch of nervousness and sadness in his voice. "did you eat yet?" he raises the takeout to his chest.

your heart throbs at the question. he would ask you that all the time when you were together and would always nag you to eat something. in the end, he would always order the perfect thing for you, exactly what you wanted even if you didn't know yourself.

"no.." you whisper.

"can i come in?"

ashamedly, you open the door further to let him in without any hesitation. relief floods through jeno's veins.

jeno moves through your apartment with ease, knowing where all your utensils and plates are, knowing which drawers have soft close and which don't, it's like he never left. your heart splints down the middle once again remembering that your relationship isn't what it once was. despite that, you let out a small laugh.

"why are you laughing?" he faces you, eyes curious.

"i don't know," you reply, "i guess i'm sad."

now it's jeno's turn for his heart to split, since when do you laugh when you're sad? is he the reason why? he hopes not, he wants you to remain the girl whose laughter is full of joy, not a girl who laughs to cover for her sadness.

jeno doesn't know what to say, so instead he asks, "how have you been?"

you think it's ironic that he's asking you that knowing full well that he saw you cry during your performance last week. your performance dedicated to him. that night brought up a lot of memories for you, happy memories and seeing jeno on the verge of tears there made you think he missed you too.

but then you remember how it ended. how he left you broken on his apartment floor and then told you to stop reaching out to him. looking back at the mess that was the end of your relationship, you found yourself pushing the memories towards the back of your mind yet again as a feeble attempt to move on.

"fine," you lie. jeno only nods in response.

I wanna speak in code Hope that I don't, won't make it about me

jeno pulls out a chair for you and gestured for you to sit down, then takes the seat closest to you. he begins plating the take out food for you. you want to stop him and tell him you can do it yourself, but its been so long since someone's taken care of you that you can't help but just let it happen. jeno's glad you're not retaliating since he wants to take care of you. it's like second nature to him. he wants to take care of you for the rest of his days. but he doesn't want to scare you off. especially after what he did.

"i saw a smiski at a cafe the other day," jeno says before digging into his food, "i thought of you."

you loved smiskis. they were scattered all around your house, with one sitting with you at the dinner table now. you loved how they were little companions representing a silly, comfortable home life. it reminded you of your own life, and your life with jeno as homebodies.

you smiled at jeno before taking a bite as well. it was cute that he saw those figurines and thought of you. "my friend went to watch the f1 race in the UK and I thought of you when McLaren didn't win," you tease.

jeno chuckles, flashing his signature smile making your heart throb, in agony or love? you're not sure.

you fall into a comfortable silence as you share your meal together. it was alarmingly easy to act like this was just another day after work with your boyfriend.

"how have you been?" you finally ask in return. it was only right.

"busy," he admits. he doesn't want to say there was a reason he purposely tried to keep busy. he didn't want to burden you. and he definitely didn't want you to think you were the problem because he knows it's all him.

"are you taking care of yourself?" you ask him.

"not as well as i was when i had you," he looks into your eyes.

you're stunned into silence, yet again, but with hope and not dread like the last time he spoke to you.

he sets down his chopsticks before folding his hands and facing you, "i came here to tell you i'm sorry. i'm sorry for how we ended and how i left you. it was a shitty thing to do and it haunts me every time i close my eyes to sleep. i don't expect you to forgive me, i wouldn't forgive me. but i know i hurt you with the way i treated you, you didn't deserve that. and i just want to say i'm sorry and you didn't do anything wrong. i was out of my mind. please don't blame yourself."

the wind is knocked out of your lungs at his confession. you were overwhelmed by him admitting his wrongs and calling you out to tell you not to blame yourself, because you were. he apologized but didn't do it to make you forgive him, he wanted to help take the burden of wondering what you did wrong off your own shoulders. it was the closure you needed.

the back of your eyes tingle with tears.

"don't cry," he says wrapping his warm hand over yours on the dining table, "i'll go. i don't want to bother you any longer."

he grabs his plate and rinses it quickly in the sink before heading towards the door.

much like the last time, you quickly get up and grab his hand, "don't go."

jeno turns around, eyes wide and looking into your soul.

"don't go. stay. it's late. you can sleep on the couch." you say still grasping his hand with tears in your eyes.

"okay," he whispers slowly. how could he leave when you ask him to stay?

you grab an extra pillow and blanket from your bedroom and bring it to the couch. as much as you wanted jeno to sleep in bed with you tonight, you needed space to think about what he said and sort out your own thoughts. but you wanted the comfort of knowing he was at home. with you.

you and jeno work together to set up the couch, working in silent synchrony and harmony. the domesticity of it all makes you both emotional.

as you stand back up after tucking a sheet into the couch, jeno wraps you in his arms and says what he came here to say all along,

i love you, i'm sorry

[solarsa1nt]

𐚁֙࿐ PEACHES

uraume x fem!reader

Tags — fluff , heian era , soft uraume

Notes — i use they/them pronouns for uraume!

"Uraume-san! Uraume-san!" Y/N calls, running through the halls of the large shrine to approach the monk.

"Y/N." Uraume greets back neutrally, turning their head away from the village man that they were speaking to moments earlier, tattered clothes dirtying the floors of the shrine.

"Eh?" Y/N pauses, smile faltering as she looks between the two. "Were you busy again? Sorry... I can—"

"No." Uraume interrupts firmly, turning their body to completely face the girl that had started to slink further back into the shrine. "It's fine."

"Really? I don't want to be a nuisance..." Y/N frowns apprehensively.

Uraume sighs at the insecure and nervous behavior coming from the normally out-going girl. "It's only a minor issue, someone else can deal with... him."

Uraume sends a subtle glare back at the man, prompting him to straighten his spine.

"Y-Yes! I should be g-going anyway..." The man stammers, quickly rushing out of the shrine like a scared mouse.

Y/N blinks in surprise as the man disappears from view. "Huh. You're really scary, Uraume-san."

Uraume frowns faintly at the admission, opening their mouth to say something as they look back at Y/N, words dying in their throat at the sight of the girl smiling at them in admiration.

"You and Sukuna-sama are so cool." Y/N sighs with an amazed smile, wonder dancing in her eyes.

Uraume blinks in stunned silence, it (embarrassingly) taking a moment to recover before they speak again. "What is it you wanted, Y/N?"

"Oh, right!" Y/N easily perks back up again, smile returning full-force. "I was wondering if you wanted to go peach picking with me! It's in season!"

"I-If it's not too much of an issue, of course..." Y/N adds, glancing away from Uraume sheepishly. "I wouldn't mind going alone—"

"No, you're not permitted to leave without Sukuna-sama or I joining you after last time." Uraume cuts off bluntly, never the one to sugarcoat things.

"It's not my fault that guy wouldn't leave me alone." Y/N huffs childishly, turning her head to the side with a pout.

"Of course not. It's merely a precaution." Uraume replies, tone completely unreadable. Although when Y/N glances over, her eyes catch onto their hands that were tightening into fists at the mention of that particular attempt.

Of course, people outside the shrine were aware of Y/N— a completely normal human with nothing special about her that, somehow, got in Ryomen Sukuna's favor.

So it didn't take long enough for people to target Y/N whenever she left the safety of the shrine— her being the only person they were able to attack. Uraume could use cursed energy and only a fool would dare to attack Sukuna himself, leaving Y/N the only one to defenseless enough to try to kill.

One man was even brazen enough to try and kidnap her— which resulted in his head being speared outside the village as an unspoken threat.

"So, peach picking?" Uraume prompts, drawing Y/N out of her musings.

"Oh, right! There's this really pretty peach farm an elderly man had last time I visited the village. He even gave me some!" Y/N rants excitedly. "He said I could come back any time and have some more since he doesn't have anyone else to give them to!"

"Hm." Uraume closes their eyes in thought, pausing for a moment before their dark pink eyes peer open again. "Alright, I will accompany you."

"Great! Thank you, Uraume-san!" Y/N squeals, tackling the monk in a hug, holding on for another second or two before pulling away to meet them face-to-face.

Uraume's eyes were blown wide, a faint pink dusting their pale cheeks that matched their eyes. Their lips were parted in shock— as if they went to say something but couldn't muster the words.

"You're the best!" Y/N praises, kissing their cheek before letting go, turning and rushing down the hall.

Uraume breathes in, raising a hand to their cheek as they blink incredulously— unsure of what the warm feeling bubbling in their chest is.

© 𝓢OLARSAINT 2024 ─── all of my works belong me alone! do not copy, steal, plagiarize, or spread any of my works in any other social media platform. these have only been reloaded on my own accounts on ao3 and wattpad

[paigebueckersmommy]

cheering for u - p.b

paige burckers x uconn cheerleader reader

warnings : , fingering

requested

you and paige were both seniors at uconn, you had been cheering all 4 years and paige play basketball all four years.

you had definitely noticed paige, if was hard not to. you had developed a crush on her over the years which your cheer teammates teased you for. there had been times you missed a count after paige made a three, too distracted by her happiness after shooting.

tonight was senior night, and you were gonna field day. paige was looking incredibly sexy tonight, sitting on the sidelines and watching her play, cheering only for her was your favorite thing.

when the game had begun, you were nearly passing out about how stunning paige looked tonight, you didn’t know what was diffrent tonight but something was. the way she looked with her face glistening with beads of sweat and her aggressiveness on the court had your knees weak.

in the 4th quarter, it was obvious uconn would win. after paige took a shot and made it, she crashed into the ground and landed dangerously close to you. she looked into your eyes for a split second while getting up. she winked at you while running away, you started zoning out, replaying the moment in your head. “hey you okay?” you teammate sitting next to you asked. you nod your head with a smirk.

when the final buzzer sounded, you and your teammates stood and cheered lourder than ever. you had caught eye contact with paige, her holding it for 6 seconds before getting pulled away by her teammates.

time had passed, almost the entire arena had been gone when walked out of your locker room when you saw paige sitting on a chair. “hey” paige said as she stood up, “uh hey ? what are you still doing here?” you ask the stunning blonde. “waiting for you actually. wanna come back to my apartment? my team is goin out, they won’t be back for awhile.” paige says with an smirk. “oh um sure yea i gotta grab somethings from my dorm then i’ll be over.” you say with a smile. paige walks away with a smile.

you get home, shower, and shave more parts of your body than necessary. you couldn’t believe that PAIGE BUECKERS invited you to her apartment?

once you finished, you headed outside and got in paige’s car. you insisted her the phone you could drive herself , but she wanted to pick you up. you talk the short drive to her place about random shit and sharing opionions. she asked you about cheer, what practice is like and things of that such.

when you two finally arrived at her apartment, she came around and opened the door for uou agyer says “nuh uh” when you went to open your own door. when you arrived at the door of her aparntment, she also opened your door and said “ladies first” with a smirk across her stunning face .

when you reached her dorm, she immediately pushed you into her bed into a passionate kiss, her hands cupping your cheeks. she starts to lift your shirt over your head, sepeartijg your lips for a second as paige smiles. she starts to take of your shorts, parties coming with.

she starts to rub your clit as you kiss eanring a moan into paige’s mouth. she giggles when you do this, you start to breathily moan into her moan reparteleu when your inturpted by her shoving 3 of her girthy fingers into your needy cunt.

she quickly started to pump in and out very quick , your legs started shaking. “mhm fuck paige i won’t last much longer” you say through moans. “baby who do you cheer for?” paige asks. “you paige i only cheer for you nobody else,” you say moaning.

“that’s what i thought.” paige says with a grin. you release under her, paige licking up all your juices while holding intense eye contact with you while looking down at you. you watch her do so recovering from your orgasm.

“remind me again, who do you cheer for?” paige says with a cocky tone as she plops next to you in her bed.

when you get cleaned up, leads you out of the apartment as we’re 10ft away from the door, kk walks in. she immediately has a look of cousin as she brings up a finger, pointing between you and paige. all you bc old think of to do was look at paige.

“i’ll tell u later.” paige says to kk with a grin.

[justwinginglife]

Hello! May I kindly request a one-shot where the third division has a betting pool about if freader and hoshina are dating (because they kept their relationship a secret, but are kinda obvious about it)?

And the way the others find out is because they either find them in the act or because they accidentally walk in on hoshina proposing to freader?

I love this prompt so much-thank you for fueling my brain with the delicious idea.

The Third Division was a rowdy bunch, though strong and disciplined on the battlefield, at home base they needed to find some manner of venting their chaotic energy. This week, the topic was you and the Vice Captain.

Kafka had made a drunken comment at the party last night that the reason you and Hoshina had both shown up late to dinner was because y'all were fucking somewhere in some back alley and that got people thinking about how you both always seemed to be missing at the same time and reappearing hours later together.

They recalled how you both had showed up to the rookie induction looking somewhat tousled, and you had even smoothed Hoshina's hair back into place for him when you thought no one was watching. What kind of officer dared touch their superior officer that familiarly? There had to be something going on.

And then there was that time when you got injured fighting a kaiju and Hoshina disappeared from his training, claiming he was just doing the rounds but his "rounds" consisted of pacing back and forth in front of the infirmary doors until he got word of your recovering state.

"I bet 20 bucks they're secretly dating." Iharu said grinning as he slapped the bill down on the center of the table. The other officers sitting at the table look around at each other, smirking and nudging one another.

"I'll take that bet. Those two have zero chemistry- you remember when Y/N beat Hoshina's short range combat record? He was pissed. They're rivals, I say. I bet he waited outside of that infirmary to rub her weakness in her face." Haruichi said, leaning back in his chair.

"No way- I bet he thought it was sexy that she beat his record. He was probably just hot and bothered when you thought he was pissed." Someone else chimed in.

"No but remember, she didn't go with Hoshina after that happened. She went up to Narumi instead. I bet she has a thing for Narumi."

"You idiot- didn't you hear her insulting him, saying she was going to kick his ass too? There's no way she'd be into him."

The officers begin arguing about different moments that they remember and who they think you'd be into. One person even suggests you're into Mina instead.

Ichikawa holds his hands up. "Guys, guys. We shouldn't be talking about this, this is private stuff."

The other officers stare at him, waiting for him to continue.

"...but if I had to guess, I'm with Iharu, she's totally dating the Vice Captain." He finishes, earning a couple chuckles around the table.

"Well, well. What do we have here? A little illicit betting ring in the cafeteria?"

All the officers still as the platoon leaders start to file in. They look intrigued and amused.

Someone coughs but then finally explains to them what they're all betting on.

The platoon leaders look at each other and then look around to make sure you and the Vice Captain are nowhere in sight. Then they start throwing money down on the table too. "We're team Y/N and Vice Captain." They whisper and then they walk over to sit at their own table, laughing and shoving at each other.

The officers are stunned at the wad of money that's now collected in front of them.

"Someone's got to figure this out." Iharu mumbles as he eyes the large stack.

"Allow me to answer for you." You say, stepping through the doors of the cafeteria and sweeping up the pile of money.

Everyone's eyes and mouths widen.

"P-Platoon Leader L/N." Ichikawa stutters. "What are you d-doing here?"

You raise an eyebrow. "Settling a bet, apparently." You hold up the bundle of money. Then you call over your shoulder, "What do you think Hoshina? Should we give them their answer?"

The Vice Captain emerges from behind you, causing all eyes to drop to the floor as they avoid his gaze.

He smirks at the sight as he nears them. "We're not dating. And it's none of your business anyway. 50 laps around the building for gossiping. That includes you too." He swings his head around to look at the table of platoon leaders that have been eavesdropping. They lower their heads in defeat and join the officers running out the door.

Then it's just you and Hoshina alone in the cafeteria. He laughs as you flip through all the bills in your hands.

"Told you that you shouldn't have fixed my hair in front of everyone." He teases as he leans down to kiss your cheek.

"And who was the one waiting for me outside the infirmary like an idiot?" You shoot back, pinching his cheek.

He rolls his eyes. "That Kafka has a big mouth. But he's right about one thing. I do wanna fuck you in some back alley, though I'll settle for right here."

He pulls you closer and starts making out with you when suddenly Captain Ashiro walks through the doors, causing you and him to freeze, mid-embrace.

She eyes you both up and down and then says with a smirk, "I'm telling all the officers they owe me money."

[bekaroth-reads]

Baldur’s Gate’s 3 Characters x Reader/Tav Misunderstanding

[This is basically the situation of, “As my partner-“ “Wait, we’re partners?!” Might add more characters later. Proof read but quickly. Sorry if there are mistakes]

Astarion- The two of you were planning out a way to get into a tomb that had some sort of artifact that Astarion insisted was important. “Important,” was, in fact, the only thing that he was using to describe it. This was something that was causing the most problems as you didn’t want to go through the danger of it all for something that might have been nothing more than entertainment for him. When you tried to ask him to give you more details, he snidely scolded, “Listen, as your partner-“

“I’m your partner?!” You interrupt before he could say more.

Immediately, he covered his mouth and his cheeks with his hand, embarrassment flooding in after what he had just said as he turned away. While he could usually recover from almost anything, this struck the line of being too intimate for him to handle. In fact, you were both so flustered and embarrassed from the whole thing that you had to push the planning of everything for the excursion at least a week out. It’s hard to plan adventures when you can’t even look the other person in the eye.

Gale- He thought that you were overworking yourself; and, if Gale Dekarios of all people thought someone was overworking, then it was pretty bad. Then again, you were important to him, so he was also inclined to mother-hen over everything you did. When he thought the time was right, he pulled you aside to gently scold, “I know this is very important. But, as your partner, I must insist-“

“We’re partners?!” You exclaim.

He felt awful as he sees this as him trying to force you into a relationship that you might not have wanted. And, given his history with Mystra, it makes him feel like he has taken on her role, and it makes him nauseous. You will need to take some time to get him to understand it was simply a misunderstanding and that you do want to have a relationship with him.

Raphael- He insisted on taking you to find, “better,” clothing. When you got over the initial insult of the indication that your current choice in clothes was bad, you questioned why he was so adamant on doing so.

“Because, I am a public figure. I cannot have my partner-“ He started to explain before you interrupted,

“I’m your partner?!”

This seemed to entertained him to no end. “Why of course, Little Mouse. Hurry along now.” He hummed as he gave you a tap on the nose before ushering your stunned self out the door.

Haarlep- The two of you finally had an evening to yourselves. They were sitting on the end of your bed in a soft nightshirt, reading a book. It wasn’t even that they were expressly interested in the book, but between all of the scheming with Raphael and succubus work, they couldn’t remember the last time that they had the chance to do something so simple as reading. They gave a contented sigh as they lied back, their horns bumping against your legs where you were sitting farther up on the bed. Without much thought, they sighed, “I am so glad that you are mine.”

“Wait! Are we… partners? Actual partners?” You question in surprise.

They put down their book and turned themselves to lie on their stomach so that they could look at you with gleaming eyes, your reaction seemingly tickling them.

“Well, of course! I’m never this relaxed with anyone but you.” They sat up a bit and motioned to what they had on. “I mean- just look at me! I even put clothes on for you! That’s not something that happens everyday, my sweet.”

Gortash- To say things were tense would be an understatement. Enver Gortash and you had tried to kill each other about a month ago, and you were both nearly successful. It had taken you these past three weeks to heal, and the whole time the both of you were sure the other was going to try to sweep in at any moment and finish the job. Or, you were, and it didn’t take too much imagination to see his situation as the same. You were both in a similar state when your respective parties had broken up your fight.

Now you found out that you would have to work with him publicly for a time. It wasn’t something that you were looking forward to, but it was necessary to get answers for certain things and create opportunities for your team. You were in the hall that this party was being held at; it was nothing fancy, no dancing, no meal- just a simple gathering for some of the upper class to speak with each other and perhaps have a few drinks. You were beyond surprised when Gortash connected eyes with you and instead of an angry or begrudging response, he greeted you with one of the brightest smiles you had ever seen on the man.

“There they are now! The person of the hour!” He walked over to you and wrapped an arm around your waist. There were some compliments and coos of how darling you both looked together, and how you must have been a great match. Soon after the group walked away to give you two a few moments of privacy.

“You said that we were a couple?” You whisper-yelled at him.

“Of course. Because we are.” He whispered back as he leaned closer to purr into your ear, “We did almost kill each other after all.” Gortash gave you a peck on the cheek before moving you both to mingle with the other little groups of people around the room.

[steventhusiast]

STWG prompt 17/4/24

prompt: "oops, that wasn't the plan"

pairing/character(s): steddie

. . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Steve's in the middle of squinting as he scans a library shelf for the textbook he needs when he gets rudely interrupted. A body crashes into him with nearly enough force to knock him over, and he only just manages to catch himself on the library shelves in front of him (with only a few casualties in the form of fallen books).

"Oops!" He hears from right behind him, way too loud for where they are. Sure, they're not in the silent study area, but it's still a library. Sudden noises are pretty noticeable.

Once he's recovered, he looks around the university library to see a few people's unimpressed eyes looking in his direction from their study desks. He feels heat rise from his chest to his cheeks at their attention, and suddenly flustered anger is coursing through him, because-

"What the hell?" He whisper yells, spinning around to face whoever had bumped into him.

He's about to start whisper yelling some more at whoever caused this, but then he sees who's stood in front of him, and- shit. He's hot.

Bright red, and with black curly hair up in a messy ponytail stands a guy around his height, with an expression Steve can only describe as mortification on his face. He's dressed in the student go-to late-night library session attire (university branded hoodie, sweatpants and shoes that are somewhere between slippers and clogs), and he's clutching something in one hand as he stares wide-eyed at Steve.

They stare at each other for a moment, and just as Steve's starting to get a little uncomfortable with it and opens his mouth to, once again, ask what the hell, the guy opens his own mouth and rushes out some hushed words.

"That wasn't the plan, I swear." He says nonsensically, and Steve just frowns at him.

"I'm sorry?"

"I'm doing this all wrong." The guy mutters to himself, and suddenly crouches down to pick up the books that had fallen off the shelf.

He seems to use the time facing the ground to collect himself, because once he's stood upright again with the pile of books held in front of him he offers Steve a shy smile.

"My name's Eddie, and you are, just... so attractive and I've been wanting to come and talk to you for, like, an hour, and maybe give you my number? But then, I'm a total clutz, so- so I tripped and almost knocked you over instead. I am so sorry about that, by the way." His nerves seem to come back as he talks, because Steve notices his fingers tap anxiously at the bottom of the book-pile.

Steve's a little stunned by the onslaught of words, and must take too long to respond because Eddie winces after a moment and shakes his head as he averts his eyes.

"This was stupid. I'm so sorry for interrupting your night, you're probably cramming for a test or something." Eddie offers him a wounded smile this time, glancing at his face again, and then makes to turn and walk away.

"Wait- no. You can- um. I would love your number. Sorry, you caught me off guard." Steve says quietly, and Eddie stops moving, eyes going wide again. God, his eyes remind Steve of Bambi.

Steve takes a deep breath and tries to find the charisma he swears he usually has when he's not ambushed with an unexpected hot man.

"I mean, how else will I know how to contact you when I sue you for damages?"

He says it with a smile and a teasing eyebrow raise, but Eddie looks panicked at the words, like that's somehow something he's genuinely worried about, so Steve raises the hand he'd caught himself on the shelves with to show off the slightly reddened base of his palm.

"I'm mortally injured over here, I hope you have good insurance."

Finally, Eddie huffs out a surprised laugh, and the smile stays on his face once he quietens. It's a very pretty smile, much better than the nervous one he was wearing before.

"Right. Well, luckily for you I have my contact details ready to go for situations like this." He says, and (with a little fumbling to reposition the books he's holding) offers Steve an incredibly crumpled up piece of paper.

Steve unfolds it to find a phone number scrawled out, with a ridiculous drawing of a stick figure holding a landline and a speech bubble saying 'call me!'. He carefully folds up the piece of paper, pointedly pockets it, and offers Eddie another smile.

"Thanks, I will for sure be calling later. I just- I am cramming for a test, you were right. So..." He trails off, a little unsure and awkward again.

Eddie just nods, still grinning, and makes to turn around again.

"I'm looking forward to it." He says, and then walks off, ridiculous tower of books still in his hands. Steve watches him go, and then takes a deep breath and looks back at the shelf.

How the fuck is he going to focus on studying now?

[iinotinlxve]

↪✩dense

⤷ characters: bachira x fem!reader

⤷ summary: bachira has had a crush on reader for months now, but he's never racked up the courage for a full confession. Instead, he throws subtle hints and compliments towards her, hoping she can pick up on his feelings. however, reader is as dense as ever and has absolutely no clue.

⤷ a/n: where's all the good blue lock content??!! wc: 869

"(Y/nnnnnnnn)~~!!!"

You were caught completely off-guard as Bachira jumped onto you seemingly out of nowhere, latching his arms around your neck and wrapping his legs around your hips. He seemed to be in a good mood- he was absolutely beaming.

"Ack..-" You regained your footing and glanced back at him. "What're you doing..?"

"I've missed you!" He leaned forward so his head was closer to yours. After another second of holding onto you, he let go and landed on the soft grass.

"I've only been gone for a few hours..." You turned to face him.

"Doesn't matter!" Bachira smiled before taking a second to look at you.

"..You look nice today."

"Thanks."

Another sarcastic answer. You always sounded that way.. Like you believed he was messing with you, or that he was teasing you as a friend. But he never was. He truly meant everything he was saying to you. He hoped that one day you might take it to heart...

"Did you cut your hair?" He recovered from his brief moment of inner thought, pointing at your hair that seemed to be shorter than it was before.

"Oh, yeah, I did!" You replied, tucking some of your hair behind your ears.

"It looks cute on you."

Another attempt. Another attempt at maybe getting you to notice what he was trying to do here. Maybe you'd notice his change of demeanor.. his quiet words.. something?

"Whatever~" You laughed, ruffling his hair and walking straight past him.

You always laughed things off. Every time he complimented you, got physically close to you, even outright flirted with you, you would just laugh and find some way to change the subject. Did you not believe him? Or were you just that dense...

He watched you walk away with distant eyes. How many times had he told you how attractive you look? How pretty your eyes were... how soft your skin felt. And yet, you never seemed to catch on. He wondered if he was being too subtle, which seemed insane..

"Hey, (y/n).."

He jogged to catch up with you.

"Are you going to the dance on Friday?"

"The dance..?" You shot him a speculative look. "Umm.. I wasn't planning to."

"But you'd look pretty in a dress."

You only shrugged. "They're expensive.. And besides, it takes so much effort to plan and get ready and-"

Bachira watched you talk for a minute before cutting you off.

"You're so dense."

This statement caught you off-guard, and you looked at him in surprise.

"What?"

Bachira seemed to have realized what he said, immediately tensing as you confronted him about it.

"I-I mean..."

He glanced away for a second before looking back at you with more determination. It was too late to back out now... This was the closest he's been to admitting his feelings for you. He had to take this chance.

"Can you really not see what I'm trying to do here? I've been throwing hints at you for forever.."

"Hints?" Your face scrunched up in confusion. Was he saying what you think he's saying..?

"Yes, hints.." Bachira looked directly at you. "I like you. I'm not just being nice, I mean it. I love you."

You froze completely, staring at Bachira like a deer in headlights. Was he being serious? He had never been direct like this before. It made your mind go blank.

"You.. love me?"

Nothing in Bachira's face said that he was lying. He looked completely serious. You were stunned.

The heat of the moment had ended, and Bachira's face softened.

"Do you..."

You swallowed. "I love you too."

Bachira's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open from his unfinished sentence. He suddenly got nervous, his heart skipping a beat as a wave of surprise and excitement washed through him.

You loved him.

Bachira wasn't quite sure what he had been expecting. He had said everything on a whim, relying only on his built-up frustration to communicate his thoughts. But now...

Bachira was suddenly aware how close the two of you were. He felt your hand brush up against his, sending jolts of electricity through his body. He was still stunned, but slowly reached out and interlocked his fingers with yours. He was suddenly aware of how close the two of you were.

Kiss her. Kiss her.

His thoughts echoed in his head, his heart absolutely beating out of his chest. He had been waiting for this for so long.

Slowly, he leaned in- and gently brushed his lips against yours. You responded to him, leaning forward ever-so-slight and kissing him more firmly.

Bachira moved his hand to cup the side of your face, his brain feeling fuzzy as he focused entirely on the sensation of the kiss. His heart was racing, even as he pulled away.

You had just kissed. That meant.. his confession had paid off. He finally had you. You were finally his...

Your eyes were so beautiful.

That was the only thought he could manage as he looked at you. When he did finally collect himself, his face lit up, and he laughed.

"Ha-ha! You're all flustered.."

"Seriously?!"

You pushed him affectionately, a smile spreading across your face.

The smile that was now his.

[shysuccubusstuff]

succubus! reader pt. 2

Content: Mean Sylus + restriction; Soft! Sylus after a certain part, vanilla; only foreplay (just the tip kind of thing yk). Non-proofreader.

Word count: 3,5k

Context: Succubus! Reader prey is now the dangerous leader of Onychinus. Despite the difficulties, you were able to enter the N109 Zone with not much effort (perhaps thanks to a certain someone actually allowing you to enter…) How will you get that sweet passing grade?

Note: Sorry for taking so long, it takes me a lot of time to get the right mood. I kind of made slight changes about the actual meeting with each other, let’s just pretend Sylus and the MC from the actual game have not met yet, meaning you have arrived before her :) + touch starved Sylus.

After receiving the name of the target, you quickly got to work. You took on the appearance of one of the few women who had ever gotten close to him. That was his “childhood” friend who had disappeared from his life without a trace. You carefully aged her appearance after getting to see her in his dreams, paying meticulous attention to every detail. After all, Sylus was the leader of a dangerous organization, not the once naïve little child. With your physical appearance now changed, you chose the one that you considered the best approach, that was, of course, making a huge mess!

Of course, it didn’t take long until you started to feel two pair of eyes following you, those were probably Luke and Kieran, the two henchmen who were under Sylus. Now, you just had to keep going until Sylus appeared, luckily it didn’t take long, as Mephisto didn’t take long on appearing, his metal wings flapping around the area you were fighting in. It was just as you were about to give up and change your approach when you suddenly felt two pair of hands on your back just as you were about to get hit. The two masked men took you, hitting you at the back of your neck, allowing you to function as if you were actually fading away.

By the moment you reopened your eyes, you were in a strange room, the light barely letting you see the two men that had took you there. Both of them were scanning you with great detail, which was until they noticed you had already woken up. One of them got up from where they were sitting, getting closer as their eyes never left your face. Despite you could almost feel how they were hesitant to speak to you, they simply took you, making you follow them as they got you to another room located at the end of the hallway. After entering, both of them left you there, closing the door after them while the man hidden in the dark slowly drawing closer to you, his silver hair shining under the dim lights. As he got closer, you were able to feel goosebumps, his red eyes piercing into yours as his face almost made something obvious, that is, the fact that he was absolutely stunned after seeing the face you had chosen, the one and only person he knew when he was younger, that is to say you, the little girl who also had to face the same torture as him. His gaze softened, as his hands touched your face, slowly, almost as if you were about to break under his touch, calloused hands caressing your face, making you feel almost shy because of the intimate contact. This (sadly) didn’t last long, as he quickly recovered from the shock, shifting back to his previous stance, still remaining quite close to you, brushing against your arm while he kept his act.

“You… didn’t expect you to appear here after all this time.” His voice sounded a bit hurt, although his expression remained amused. Well, now is the time to put your skills to use, right? So, you did, quickly searching all around her memories, trying to find the exact way in which the real her would react, making completely sure that you made no mistakes, as you were sure he would be able to tell you were not her at the slightest misstep.

It took a few days to finally be able to lower his guard, always making sure to remain all giggly and smiley, even despite he tried to prank you in dangerous ways, almost making you “die” when he pushed you way too close to the cliff in which both of you were fighting. It seemed quite strange for him to do that, but you brushed it off as if it was merely just a kid’s prank, that’s what you said to yourself, at least. This was of course not what Sylus had in mind, of course, as he already knew that you were in fact not her, he knew it from the start, as he realized just by the way you looked at him, that mixture of lust and eagerness, much different from the way you used to look at him. But he kept the act, taking care of you just like he would do with the real her, well, sometimes he just couldn’t bear the rage, so of course he did certain things he would never do to her.

This little play came to an end when you decided to finally act, creeping into his room while he was asleep. You were getting eager to have a taste of his scent, your tail and horns already appearing while you licked your lips, getting closer to him, seeing as he was sleeping silently, his chest and part of his stomach, his chest going up and down at the rhythm of his breathing. Just as you were about to get on top of him, his hands got wrapped around your wrists, quickly changing your positions as he got on top of you, his red eyes glistening under the slight light that entered the room through the curtains.

“A not so smart kitten trying to get inside the lion’s den, uh? You really thought you were being all smart, attempting to trick me into believing that you truly were her… It must have been a quite fun experience.” His eyes were dark, a sense of fear lingering around you, almost making you feel completely wrapped around his fingers. Regardless, you tried to fight that feeling, showing your cocky expression while Sylus seemed unamused as you tried to get your pheromones to work against him. This was sadly useless, as he wasted no effort, using his evol to keep you from using any type of power, your face clearly showing how much you were panicking inside. Sylus expression changed, showing a cocky smile as he knew that he got you cornered.

“It seems you truly didn’t think this through, am I wrong?” His hands shifted a bit, pushing you even harder against the soft bed. “I knew there was something wrong since the start, it was the way you looked at me, that hunger and lust were just a huge red light.” Sylus took a pair of handcuffs from God knows where, quickly getting them around your wrist while he closed them, making you stay tied to the frame of the bed. He finally let go of your wrists, looking at your flushed face from his position, almost enjoying a bit too much your concerned face. That was when you noticed his face seemed a bit flushed as well, was it perhaps because of your appearance? Or were your pheromones finally having effect under him? Perhaps the way his gaze was darkening and the growth that you were able to see under his pants were a clear indicator. You were barely able to enjoy the accomplishment, as Sylus grabbed your face with one of his hands, “Are you having fun right now? Do you even realize the position you’re in? I could do whatever I want to you, and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.” Well, that was your objective, so what was better than him losing control and “casually” allowing yourself to gain control of the situation? Your expression betrayed you once again, as Sylus got away from you, trying to make sure to get as far as possible. Just as he tried to get out of the room, he realized that you had actually locked the room (well, you had actually convinced Luke and Kieran for them to “accidentally” lock the door with the excuse of you wanting to bond with your dear “childhood friend”). Sylus brows furrowed, but he just let out a deep breath. He turned around, showing a displeased expression as he sat in the big armchair that was at the corner of the room. “Great, now what? Am I supposed to just wait out until you finally die from starvation or…?” He took a gun that was lying on top of his dresser, starting to clean it while your heartbeat raised. “You’re… you’re not planning on actually killing me, right? I mean, yeah, I did try to use your childhood friend to get closer to you, and yes, I did kind of try to make fun of your childhood crush, but come on, aren’t you being a bit too much?” His gaze shifted back to you, his expression was just as serious as before, his mouth opened, about to talk, but he just chose to close it back again, his grip tightening around the gun. Well, despite his tough act, you were completely able to see the raging bulge that was trying to be hidden by placing the gun on his lap. Your lips curved in a confident smile, it was just a matter of time before he would cave in, you just knew it, so why not enjoy it? You were able to sit up, looking at him with your over-confident grin.

This whole “staring until he caves in” went on for what it seemed to be a whole hour, with Sylus sometimes breaking the silence by getting up, trying to open up the door from time to time and having to go back to the armchair, sitting with his face frowned and his knuckles white from the tension. This was perfect, as by the time Sylus finally gave in to your pheromones, you were just about to doze off, the drowsiness instantly being replaced with the increase of lust pumping within your veins. “See? That’s all humans are good for, you were barely able to last an hour before coming right back to me.” Sylus eyes were once again glued into your stupid cocky smirk, almost making him go back to where he was sitting, well, if only he had as much self-control as he tried to be seen as. Despite his pissed expression, his warm hands were caressing your face with great care, his thumb stroking your cheek while his gaze started to soften once more.

“You’re seriously lucky, you know that? Playing with me as if I were just some weak human… your face is the only thing stopping me from putting a bullet in your forehead.” You laughed, amused at how he was trying his hardest to keep the distance, acting as if his lips were barely inches away from kissing yours.

“I’m sure, big boy, now take off these damn handcuffs.” Sylus bit his lip as an attempt to conjure what little restraint he had left, but this was just a poor attempt, as it took less than a few seconds for him to open the stupid handcuffs he had created specially for you. “Now I can finally do whatever I want to…” You finally broke the little distance left between both of you, giving him a soft kiss that then shifted to a deep kiss, giving him a taste of your sweet saliva, which lead to Sylus feeling even more overwhelmed. The sweet scent of your whole body filled the room, making his head spin as he tried to grip your wrists, trying his best not to fall on top of you.

“What… what are you doing?” Sylus tried to push you away, although he was barely able to do so, as you swiftly pushed him and getting on top of him, your hands gliding down his chest, stopping just close enough to his lower half, making Sylus clench his teeth as he kept on fighting against the effects of the aphrodisiac within your scent.

“Just wait until I’m out of this little enchantment… Gonna make sure you never mess up with me again.” His threat almost sounded cute, as despite the hatred within his voice, his hands were already gripping your waist in a needy way, trying to get you to grind against him, his eyes completely clouded by the pleasure he was trying so hard to reach. “Please…”

How could you deny such a cute plea? So, you did, finally getting rid of the clothes that had been restraining you that whole time, your soft body making Sylus’ mind drift even further from his usual self, his hands drifted towards your chest, touching them gently, lifting his upper half just so he could bury his face in between them, rubbing his face against them, almost like how a cat would.

“I’ve missed you so much… I was so scared that something may have happened to you. When the explosion happened, I was just about to rush there, even if I was completely aware of the fact that you don’t even remember me.” His eyes were once again piercing your face, his hands were all over your face once more, his fingers outlining your features as a soft smile escaped his lips. “You’re so pretty…” Sylus closed the distance, his lips melting against yours, his arms locking you into a close hug, his rushed heartbeat filling the room.

Well, you did have some experience with the whole “meet and have sex” type of thing, but this, the soft words, his eyes looking at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world (his world), his warm hands stroking up and down your body in a loving way. God, you were starting to feel your face heating up, what’s wrong with you now? Well, this rumble inside your head was interrupted, as Sylus was suddenly on top of you, his hands once again gripping your wrists.

“Can I… Can I really touch you?” Sylus’ face was completely flushed, body shaking as he attempted to keep his own body from giving up all over you. Your hands were drifting all over his body, brushing his chest and slowly drifting down his lower half.

“Sure, you can touch me all you want, I’ll make sure to repay you, dear.” Sylus simply started to kiss you fiercely, crashing his own lips against yours with great hunger, leaving you completely breathless by the time he was finished.

“You taste so good…” Sylus got up again, his hands feeling your whole body over the tight clothes. Not allowing you to move from where you were lying, he gripped your clothes, using his bare hands to rip to shreds them, throwing them to the floor and starting to pepper kisses all over your bare skin. “You’re so pretty, such a soft skin, I’ve been dreaming about this moment for such a long time…” His hands kept on moving, letting his hands drift all over your skin, sucking on your skin, feeling the slightly salty aftertaste on his tongue. “I need more…” Suddenly, your whole body was upside down. Your back pressing against the mattress while Sylus’ mouth got way too close to your lower half.

“Wait! I…I don’t need this, let’s just get to the important thing, yeah?” Your words fell on deaf ears, as Sylus’ tongue was already all over you, sucking on your clit while sometimes switching to passing his tongue over or even into your folds. Not even stopping as you tried to push him away, your hands gripping his silvery hair and your legs squeezing his face just to stop him from moving. This was to no avail, as Sylus kept sucking and licking it, opening your legs with barely any strength needed.

“Stop, you’re not letting me enjoy my moment…” Sylus kept this little game of his for a long time, stopping when he felt that you were about to cum all over his face, instead using his fingers to play with your inner walls at a slow, deliberate pace, keeping you at edge for over five times.

“St…stop! If you keep going, I won’t be able to graduate…!” Once again, it didn’t matter what you were trying to explain, as Sylus seemed to be far too lost due to your own powers, completely focused on getting you to cum all over his face no matter how much you attempted to get him to stop, or at least let you take charge, instead of him. His fingers played with your folds, carefully letting them run through your lower half without actually introducing them, other times, he suddenly started to play with your clit, getting his face away from you and enjoying the cries and pleas that were leaving your mouth even if you tried to stop them. Your eyes rolling against the back of your skull and your hips shaking as you came all over his fingers, your trembling hands trying to push his shoulders as you tried to for him to let you rest a bit, just enough for the fog within your mind to clear. “What… what the hell did that woman do? You barely spent time with her!” Sylus’ eyes darkened for a moment, a weird feeling of fear passing all through your body, regardless of that tense moment, Sylus went back to eating you out, his touch turning more rough, making you cry even louder when you came, other times choosing to leave you high and dry, tears rolling down your cheeks as he got away from you, even despite you were gripping against his shirt and pleading him to give you even more pleasure.

How could he deny it? His cocky smile was plastered back into his face, after all, you were the one that had begged him to keep going, right? So, he did, forcing your body to go back to that uncomfortable position in which he was able to see each of your reactions to his touch. This time, Sylus used one of his hands to unzip his pants, lowering at the same time his underwear. He took it with his free hand, rubbing the tip of his dick against your entrance, using it to caress your clit and laughing a bit when your whole body reacted. “Open wide, kitten.” Just as he said that, he started to push against you, slowly entering inside you. This was the perfect opportunity for you to get your passing grade!...

Or that was what you thought, as he stopped just a few inches in, keeping you still even as you tried to get him to bottom out. “Just the tip is enough, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Sylus once again got you up, allowing him to sit on the edge of the bed while you sat on his lap, his arms keeping you away from using your whole-body weight to get him to hit that precious place. He got you to move to the rhythm he wanted, increasing the pace when he was close to cumming, and suddenly slowing down as he felt your walls clenching around him, using one of his hands to play with your clit as your whole body jerked from the great overstimulation you were undergoing.

Sylus’ kept doing this for several times, forcing you to come all over him for over five times, your love fluids getting his fingers and part of his clothes completely soaked by that time. Your body fell limp against the mattress as soon as Sylus let you go, almost making you believe he was finally done with you. Not like it mattered much, as you quickly realized that was not the case, his arms wrapped once more around your body, getting you closer to him in order to avoid you from leaving. “You’re seriously lucky… using the face of her just to get on my good side…” Sylus words were sluggish, probably due to the great number of pheromones that were filling the whole room.

“Don’t leave again… next time I really won’t forgive you…” Sylus was barely capable of mumbling those words, being on the verge of falling asleep over you, his whole-body weight making it hard for you to breath. This was the perfect chance for you to leave, so you waited patiently until he seemed to be completely asleep, the room already being filled by the soft orange hue of the sun. Who could expect that Sylus would take such a long time to fall asleep? That was finally the time, slowly moving him, trying your best not to wake him up. This little attempt was still not enough, as Sylus’ eyes opened, forcing both of you to interlock each other gazes, but instead of pushing you away as you expected, his arms wrapped once again around you, moving your whole body so you could lie on top of his chest.

“Were you unable to sleep? Sorry for crushing you, kitten… Now, let’s rest a bit.” Sylus’ hands caressed your hair, squeezing you against him, and keeping his hands all over your body.

Well, that was definitely the end of the time limit you had, the final day was reaching the end, and his grip didn’t seem to lose any strength, in fact, you could almost feel as if his arms were pressing more than before. I suppose… third time is the charm, right? So, you closed your eyes, resigned to simply accept the failing grade (once again).

[ct-cactus]

Demon Slayer AU where everything is the same except Yoriichi is a ghost.

He’s corporal/people can see him, he can change his appearance from when he was a kid to when he was old.

He follows Tanjiro around. They met sometime before the Hashira Training Arc for sure, but how early depends on what the writer decides. Has he been there since pre-canon? Or did he show up after the Entertainment District Arc (would honestly make most sense since Tanjiro didn’t know about Sun Breathing until after Mugen Train, but again this is an AU).

He meets Muichiro, and after it clicks that he’s Michikatsu’s descendant Yoriichi follows him around too, eager to be close with the family he could never have.

Depending on when they met, Yoriichi could help Muichiro recover is missing memories earlier than in canon.

Other things about/to include in the AU:

Kamaboko Squad centric (Tanjiro, Nezuko, Inosuke, Zenitsu, Kanao, Genya, AND Aoi and Senjuro)

each member gets a one-on-one interaction with him at some point, which will add to their own personal character growth

Whether or not Yoriichi can physically interact with others is up to the writer

making him able to fight demons seems kinda OP, so unless the writer can find a way to make it make sense about how he can maybe don’t do that

maybe he can exude enough strength to stun demons, but not fully kill them

can he pick things up, or do they just pass through him?

He helps train Tanjiro, making him more proficient in Sun Breathing

this can give Tanjiro more time to hone is Water Breathing. It always irked me that Tanjiro didn’t practice Water Breathing as much when he discovered Sun Breathing (don’t quote me on that, I get my info from TikToks and reaction videos. But why learn two breathing styles and not increase your skill in both?)

this can allow a Giyuu training session in the Hashira Training Arc that we didn’t get to see

Expanding on Yoriichi changing his age: I feel like the older he presents himself, the more power he would have. So when he’s fighting, he’s somewhere between his 20s and 80s. However, because this takes up a lot of energy, when he’s not fighting he’s typically in the form of himself as a child or in his teens

whether or not his mentality/maturity is affected when he’s at different ages is up to the writer so long as it’s not portrayed in an erotic/kinky way

Yoriichi can give tips to the Hashiras that those in the Sengoku Era used (information always has the potential to be forgotten, so maybe there were some tricks that were forgotten about?)

can provide more information about Muzan and his weaknesses, since he was the only swordsman who came close to killing the Demon King

Interactions with Lady Tamayo and Yushiro!

Fluffy moments! Slice of Life, Found Family, all the tropes! Let him be the father to the Kamaboko Squad that they never had/lost (let him have the chance to be the father he never got to be)

Lots of interactions with Genya (is my favoritism showing?)

bonding over being the younger brother

bonding over their endless love for their older brothers

bonding over their older brothers who do so much to hurt them, but they just can’t stop admiring them

Let Yoriichi give Sanemi a talking to

yes, I understand why Sanemi acted towards Genya the way he did. He wanted to protect him, keep him out of danger. However. Good intentions DO NOT give you a free pass on bad actions.

the way that Sanemi treated Genya was cruel and frankly unacceptable; he could’ve gone about it in a much more mature manner

Interactions with Giyuu and Yoriichi!!

mostly bc Giyuu is my fav Hashira, but I notice a lot of similarities between them

Maybe Yoriichi can provide information about Kokushibo/Uppermoon 1?

Yoriichi has the flute that Michikatsu gave him with him in his ghost form

Additional weaknesses up to the writer (this goes for powers too)

Kamaboko Squad showing Yoriichi present-day things

A mix of fluff, angst, etc.

rating is up to the author

ANY SHIP is welcome so long as it is:

legal

not a pro-ship

treated respectfully/with some level of understanding

^^continuing from this, it doesn’t matter if you include SaneKane, SaneGiyuu, ShinoGiyuu, ShinoMitsu, SaneMitsu, ObaGiyuu, UzuRen, or any other pairing, polyamorous included. It doesn’t matter if there’s no ships at all. Everyone has there own preferences, and it’s up to both the reader and the writer to be respectful about it

This is all I’ve come up with for now! I’ll most likely come back and add more at some point, but if you have any ideas or suggestions let me know too!

If you end up using this idea, credit me with my Tumblr, and if you want to as well my AO3 which can be found in my profile :)

[electricaquarius]

Midnight fanfiction time strikes again, this is my first Gale x reader! Completely gender neutral, only thing described is that the reader is prone to migraines. Short and fluffy. (Also it seems like some of my fics are missing? I'll repost them sometime soon)

As you slowly opened your eyes you felt the morning light like two daggers directly to your skull. You rolled over and groaned, using your arm to try to block it out but it was no use, you officially had a migraine. As if the tadpole wasn't enough your head was now trying to implode on itself. The sound of Lae’zel sharpening her blade was nearly enough to make you cry. Hands over your ears you stumbled out, still dressed in night clothes, needing to explain you cannot possibly adventure out today. As the unofficial leader you felt a certain sense of guilt taking a day off but the world feels so spacey and dreamlike it's impossible to concentrate on much other than the pain. You believe Wyll had ordered you back to bed at some point but honestly it could have been any of your friends. You're just happy to be able to rest once more.

You woke up later, but you're not sure how much time had passed. Hours, certainly, since it was dark outside. Although, there was a slight tinge of weave in the air that made you question that, alongside the soft sound of waves even though you were miles from the nearest coastline. You sat up and scanned your tent to find Gale sitting in one corner, book on his lap. ‘Gale…?’ You croaked out, throat dry from sleep.

His voice was a low whisper. ‘Ah, good morning. Or evening, as it might be.’ He chuckled. ‘I thought a darkness spell might help, I understand you were quite light sensitive this morning. Please, let me know if you want me to stop.’ He reached over and poured a cup of water for you. ‘Drink. Dehydration will only make your headache worse.’

You took the cup from him gratefully and took several small sips. ‘How long was I out? Have you been concentrating for all that time?’ Added to the guilt of a wasted day, you now have the shame of taking up Gale's time when he could have been doing one of the thousand little chores you were unaware of before you started camping with your be-tadpoled friends.

‘Most of the day, I'm afraid. I do hope you're feeling better. Although you needn't worry, darkness is hardly a demanding spell even to maintain it for several hours.’ There was that pride coming through again. At times it infuriated you but right now it was quite endearing.

You sat up properly and brought your knees to your chest. ‘Still, to sit with me like this for the whole time I was asleep… you're very nice to me. I'm not quite sure why.’ You shrugged. It was true enough, you couldn't quite see Gale doing something *this* nice for your other companions. There had been something between you ever since your little magic lesson but nothing that either of you could name.

‘I could say the same about you, after having not only accepted my condition but helping to treat it. Let's say it's an equal exchange.’ He tucked away the book and brought a hand to your forehead. ‘No fever. Good. I'm afraid treating that would be a mite more complicated.’

You rolled your eyes and flopped back down onto the bedroll. ‘Must you be so mercenary? That was the perfect time to tell me how much you like me.’ You took another sip of water to avoid Gale's gaze for a moment.

‘I won't argue, considering you're still recovering, but I will say you were the first to bring it up. And I won't waste time telling you what you already know. You mean a great deal to me, and if I may be so bold, I do to you.’ He leant down and kissed your forehead before rising. ‘I'll call you when dinner is ready, you should eat.’

Stunned into silence, you can't respond until Gale is across the camp and preparing dinner. If this is how he reacted, you make a mental note to play sick more often.

[multi-fandomfuckboy]

Stranger Than Fiction

Part 23: Study

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Slowburn)

Part 1,... (Masterlist)...Part 24 (Coming Soon)...

AN: Got it done! This is a LONG one so strap in. Word Count: 6068 Warnings: Language, Suggestive themes

You remain next to Billy for the next two hours. He explains the first section of material to you in a way that makes the whole thing sound like a classic tragedy. You start to see different events as small pieces that fit into the whole flow of the story, when you take a step back it makes thematic sense. It’s interesting to hear Billy speak in a tone other than flirtatious or angry, but when he’s tutoring you he almost sounds professional. After recovering from the initial shock of Billy Hargrove agreeing to tutor you in exchange for free meals, you have to admit he is a pretty good teacher.  

Like when it’s clear you don't understand a portion of the chapter he takes the time to explain it within the context of the larger story. And to make sure you’re actually grasping the material he intermittently asks you to explain portions in your own words. The two of you fall into an easy rhythm of work, only falling into hushed silences when Billy thinks he hears movement outside his bedroom. You eventually find yourself interested in learning what happens next. Just like anticipating the next chapter of a story. 

When you can hardly get through a sentence without yawning, Billy closes the textbook.

“Alright, no use in studying if you can barely keep your eyes open.” he mumbles, setting the book on his night stand. Glancing at the time you internally curse, it’s already past 11, listening for a moment you note that the rest of the house is completely silent. 

“I should get going anyways.” you say, pulling yourself away from Billy. You hadn’t noticed that during the course of your study session you ended up sitting thigh to thigh on the bed, with the book spread between you. Your side feels cold without him next to you.

Scooting to the edge of the bed you gather your bag from the floor and move to stand.You're stopped by Billy’s hand gently grabbing your wrist. Your heart leaps slightly as his fingers hold you in place. 

“You can stay if you want.” Billy offers. Your eyes dart to his face, prepared to see his smirk. Instead you are met with his tired gaze, no hint of teasing in his eyes. He rubs a hand over his face, looking as exhausted as you feel. You’re reminded that along with school, Billy also had basketball practice today. You’re filled with guilt knowing that you’ve kept him up so late helping you. 

“No, it’s okay.” you say, fully standing. Billy keeps his light grip on your wrist. You know you could pull away if you tried. You’re overly aware of how warm his hand feels against your skin. You chuckle, trying to ignore how your heart is racing. “Is this your lame attempt to get me in bed with you?” You ask jokingly. Billy immediately stands, his grasp moving up to your elbow.

“I’ll sleep on the floor.” The seriousness of his tone stuns you for a moment. Or maybe it’s just hard to focus on anything other than the way he’s gazing down at you, the dim light of the lamp casting shadows over his sharp features. Your heart leaps into your throat at the feeling of his thumb gently grazing the skin inside your arm. Swallowing thickly you search his expression. He looks tired, but his blue eyes are clear. He’s not joking. “It’s the middle of the night. Walking home alone isn’t smart.” He explains, his eyes staying on yours. 

For a moment you let yourself imagine staying. Imagine crawling into his bed, under his sheets, knowing that they undoubtedly smell so much like him. Think about Billy only feet away on the floor. Think of being in that space that is so entirely him, surrounded by him. You feel heat creep up your neck, unable to stop a few thoughts from pouring into your mind. 

“I-it’s fine Billy, really.” You look away first, unable to hold his penetrating gaze with the thoughts currently wreaking havoc on your mind. “I walk home alone all the time.” you try to minimize his concern, forcing yourself to take a step away from him letting his hand fall from your arm. Turning from him, you grab the empty food container and shove it in your bag.

Billy sighs, rubbing his hand over his face again.

“That doesn't make it any safer Loca.” he insists, sounding slightly more irritated. 

“I’m sorry, I must have missed the part where you became concerned with my safety.” you quip, rolling your eyes. “With how you drive, I didn’t know you even knew the meaning of the word ‘safe’.” You tease. Glancing over your shoulder you see the slight upward twitch in his lips.

“I don’t think you have room to talk about my driving. I was lucky that I didn’t have to replace my clutch after you drove my car ONCE.” He shoots back, following you as you head for the window. You can't stop the small smile that pulls at your lips.

“I guess playing it safe isn’t either of your strong suits.” you say, slinging your bag over your shoulder. 

“I guess so.” Billy relents, allowing you to flip the lock on the window and pull it open enough for you to slip out. “Still though…” Billy starts, taking your arm again. This time he pulls it towards him slightly, grabbing a pen from his night stand. “Call this number when you get home.” he instructs, cradling your hand in his as he scribbles a number onto your palm. The feeling of the pen moving swiftly over your skin tickles, sending a shiver down your spine. “Let it ring once and then hang up, just so I know you got home.” He tells you.

“Got it.” you confirm curtly. You curse your body's reaction to his touch. To make it worse, when he finishes writing he brings your hand closer to his face, blowing gently on the ink to make sure it dries. Something swirls deep in your stomach at the action. The feeling of his hand gently holding yours, his warm breath fanning across your palm.

You don’t want it to stop. It’s so quiet between you, it seems like your heart is pounding in your ears. Thankfully Billy doesn't seem to notice the quickening of your pulse or the blush you know is creeping over your entire face. 

“That should be good.” he assesses, keeping his eyes on your palm. With your hand still in his, he swipes his thumb over the ink to check it. The swirling in your stomach quickly tightens. You pull your hand out of his. 

“Thanks.” you manage to get out, hastily moving to the window, hoping to escape into the darkness before Billy notices how flushed you are. You can’t be sure but you think Billy chuckles lightly as you rush to swing your legs out the window. Placing your palms on the sill to lower yourself to the ground, your toes search for the top of the plastic crate in the dark. You nearly topple off of it as you finally drop down. 

“Hey!” Billy whisper-yells down to you, leaning out the window slightly. Looking back to him, you can barely see the smirk pulling over his teeth. “I like my eggs with a little tabasco.” he says with a wink. 

You open your mouth to snap back that you’re not a servant, but he clicks his tongue wagging a finger at you. 

“Hey now sweetheart, a deal is a deal.” he reminds you, seeming to delight in this new aspect of your relationship. 

“Fine.” you grit out, reminding yourself that he is, in fact, doing you a favor. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” you grumble. 

“See you then Loca.” He grins, closing the window as you walk into the dark. 

The journey home is quick. You seem to be buzzing with electricity. Hyper-aware of the number inked onto your palm. You pick up your pace, trying desperately to stop your mind from wandering back to Billy’s hands on you. He’s been so different since that night, somehow gentler with you. How could someone like him possibly be so gentle? 

The memory of Steve’s battered face flashes through your mind. You walk faster.

When you get home you immediately head to the phone dialing the number scrawled on your hand. It rings once and you hang up, just like Billy told you. Then you stumble to your room falling onto your bed, you pass out on top of the covers. 

---

The next morning you're woken up by your mom coming home. She comes into your room to check on you because you’re normally up when she comes home. Seeing that you just slept in a bit, she gives you a quick hug and heads to bed.

You make breakfast, packing an extra portion for Billy (not forgetting the hot sauce). Then get started on lunch. You’re not sure what Billy likes to eat so you stick with the basics, packing him exactly what you normally eat. You double his though, rationalizing that he needs more energy because he’s bigger than you and has practice after school. 

Finishing with that you turn your attention to getting a few things prepared for dinner. Billy mentioned meatloaf, so that’s probably a good place to start. You skin and dice potatoes, for mashed potatoes. You snap the green beans, setting them in a bag. Finally you pull a pound of ground beef from the freezer placing it in the fridge to thaw. 

By the time you finish, Steve is already pulling into the driveway. 

His arrival draws your attention to a gaping hole in your plan to pass history with Billy’s help. There is no way in hell Steve is going to let you be alone with Billy for more than a second. Your mind spins as you pack your bag, placing Billy’s portioned food at the top. 

As you exit the house and head to Steve’s car, he gives you a sleepy smile that sends a wave of guilt through you. There is no way you can tell him. You know he still has nightmares, it’s one of the many reasons he stays at your place so much. You can’t place this on his mind, he’ll go crazy with worry. 

You shove these feelings and all thoughts of Billy into the back of your mind, opening the passenger door. You set your bag on the floor as you slide into your usual seat.

“Morning.” Steve greets you, a yawn cutting off the end of the word.

“Tired?” you ask, buckling your seatbelt. Steve only shrugs, rubbing sleep from his eyes. 

“Yea, my parents are both home.” he offers in explanation. You understand the meaning behind his words. He once told you during one of your late night conversations that his parents are hardly ever home at the same time. But when they are it’s like a silent war is being had. Neither of them speaks to the other, only interacting through passive aggressive comments and actions taken to provoke the other. Steve told you that his parents never fight, but he wishes they would. Just for once have them say exactly what is bothering them to bring air into the vacuum or their marriage. He explained that the tension between them puts him on edge most nights they are home and it makes it difficult for him to sleep. 

You give him a sympathetic smile.

“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t get much sleep either.” you say, leaning back in your seat. Steve chuckles as he backs out of the drive. 

“Yes, of course knowing that you’re suffering always makes me feel better.” He jokes. You roll your eyes, shoving his shoulder lightly. 

It’s so comfortable between you. You enjoy being with Steve. For some reason it’s reassuring to know that through everything the two of you have been through, he still manages to laugh. And somehow make you laugh with him.

“Are you still having those dreams?” he asks. Glancing at him, you catch the worry in his expression even though he keeps his eyes on the road.

“Yea.” you confirm. “It gets harder to remember them though. I just wake up with this weird feeling, like my mind has been somewhere else all night.” you try to explain. 

Steve knows about the dark dreams that have prevented you from getting a full nights sleep since you woke up in the hospital. There have been many nights where you have woken Steve up after coming out of one of your dreams. He’s theorized that they have something to do with what happened the night Eleven closed the gate. Like maybe you have some connection with the upside down. Neither of you like talking about it though.

“If you want, I can try to sneak out and stay over tonight.” Steve offers, pulling into his usual spot in the school parking lot. It’s a nice offer and you almost accept it reflexively, but your eyes land on a familiar blue car two spots down. 

“That’s okay Steve, I don't want you to get in any trouble with your parents home.” you say, gathering your bag into your lap so you don't have to look him in the eyes when you lie to him. You hear him sigh.

“I doubt they would even notice. They are currently in a “not fight” about my mom buying a persian rug.” You feel another pang of guilt, you hate having to keep Steve out, but there is no way you can study with Billy AND stay home with Steve. 

“It will be okay.” you reassure him. “Plus you are always complaining that the cot isn’t as comfortable as your bed.” you remind him. 

“Well, it’s not.” he grumbles, reaching into the back for his bag behind your seat. “But I do sleep better at your place.” he adds. You look at him, seeing that he’s still twisted in his seat, his arm stretched behind you to feel for his bag. In this position he’s somewhat leaning into your space. He pauses when your eyes meet. 

“I sleep better with you there too.” you admit. “But it’s better in the long run if you don’t get in any trouble.” you explain, keeping your eyes on his. This close to him you can see the slight flush in his face at your words. His throat bobs as he swallows, his gaze flickering over your face before he blicks quickly, finally grabbing his bag and sitting back in his seat.

“Yea, you’re probably right.” he relents.

“And I need a break from your snoring.” you tease, trying to hide your smile when Steve scoffs.

“You must have confused me with some other guy that sleeps on your floor, because I sleep like an angel.” he snaps, looking only slightly offended. 

“Whatever you say.” you say, opening your door to climb out into the frigid December air. Steve follows your lead, both of you heading towards the entrance. 

“I’ll have you know that I have never once gotten a complaint from any of the girls I’ve slept next to.” Steve defends himself. 

“I’m sure they just didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” you continue, unable to hide your smile at his displeased expression, his brows furrowing in indignation. 

“I do NOT snore.” he insists.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure one day you will find the nicest girl… who can sleep through a fire alarm.” Steve finally breaks, a smile splitting across his face. He slings his arm over your shoulders to pull you roughly into his side. You laugh, only stumbling half a step as he jostles you slightly.

“You’re such a pain in the ass.” he groans, keeping his arm over your shoulders as you walk through the parking lot. You chuckle at his antics, resisting the initial urge to pull away. You know now that Steve is a very physical person. It’s how he shows affection, with a hug, or a pat on the back, a gentle touch here and there just so you know he’s there with you. It was jarring at first to have someone touch you so casually, but the more it happened the more you came to associate the gentle touches with Steve showing you what good friends you are. 

On cold mornings like this, you can’t say you mind the warmth of his arm over your shoulders.

A prickling sensation creeps over your skin before you enter the building. Glancing around, your eyes fall on Billy. He stands next to his car, unmoving, as students file past him to get into the warm building. His eyes are locked on you, watching you with such intensity you wonder what exactly he sees in your expression. The first bell rings, but he remains leaning against his car, waiting. 

You suddenly stop, ducking from under Steve’s arm. He immediately turns to you, a question in his eyes. 

“I forgot something in your car.” you explain before he can ask. You take a few steps back, trying to keep your smile casual. 

“I’ll go with you.” Steve says, taking a step towards you. 

“No, it’s okay” you insist, waving him off continuing to walk backwards. “I’ll be quick, you’re going to be late.” you warn. As if to emphasize your point, the second bell rings. “I’ll see you at lunch.” you reassure him, turning to walk back to the car leaving no room for discussion. You glance over your shoulder a moment later to make sure Steve has gone to class. Luckily he has.

You walk in the opposite direction of the flow of students into the building. By the time you reach Steve’s car the parking lot is practically empty, except for you and Billy. You walk past Steve’s car, heading straight to Billy’s. He watches your approach, his expression so carefully bored. A look you’re sure he’s perfected. 

“Looking pretty cozy with Harrington this morning.” he says, looking down his nose at you. You ignore how much like his father he looks when he does that. You roll your eyes, slipping your bag off your shoulder to pull out his packed food. 

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Hargrove?” you ask, extending the containers of food out to him. Instead of taking them, Billy smirks, taking a step towards you. A predatory gleam fills his eyes causing your pulse to spike as you take an impulsive step back. Following you back, Billy’s arms bracket around you as your back connects with the cold metal of his car.

“Jealous of what? Harrington?” Billy asks, his smirk growing wider into a wolfish grin. You hold the containers of food between your bodies like a physical barrier. He leans in closer, watching you so closely you swear he can see the thoughts racing through your mind. “How can I be jealous when I know it was my window you were sneaking into last night.” His voice is low and he’s so close you can smell the peppermint of the gum he’s chewing. 

“Do you want the food or not?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him. You do your best to keep your voice calm, irritated by your body’s response to being this close to him. In an attempt to make room so you can breathe properly, you push the containers into his stomach. Billy just chuckles, it’s like pushing against a solid wall. 

Seeming to take mercy on your nerves, Billy lowers his arms, taking the containers in his hands, but does not take a step back. 

“I don’t want to be late for class bringing you food every morning.” you tell him. “From now on, meet me outside the bathrooms behind the gym before first period.” you say, doing your best not to inhale the smell of his cologne too deeply. 

“Why there?” he asks, looking down at the containers in his hands. “Scared your boyfriend will see you with the competition?” he asks. It sounds like a joke but there is something sharp under his tone.

“Steve’s not my boyfriend, he’s just protective.” you explain, avoiding his question. Billy’s eyes return to yours, pinning you there, he searches your eyes like he will find an answer there. You swallow past the lump in your throat. “I need to get to class.” you say, struggling not to shift under his gaze. 

“Alright, fine. I’ll wait by the gym tomorrow.” he confirms, finally taking a step back. You sling your bag over your shoulder walking away quickly, before you can give in to the small part of yourself that wants to stay pressed between him and his car.

---

When you get to history you see Billy has occupied the seat next to you again. You're not too surprised, it makes sense that he would want to sit next to you during the subject he’s tutoring you in. He seems to keep an eye on you through most of the class, leaning over to look at your notes every so often. 

When the bell rings to excuse class you pack up your things preparing to head out but before you can stand, Billy steps into your space. He places one hand on your desk and the other on the back of your chair. Your head snaps up to him as he leans down close to your face. 

“Bring your notes when you come over tonight, I have a few ideas that might help you retain what you write.” he tells you. His tone is serious, but to anyone watching the two of you it would look like he’s coming onto you. You glance around, seeing a few pairs of eyes on you as your classmates exit. You grit your teeth, giving him a shove which is enough to get him to take a step back giving you space to stand.

“You’re enjoying this too much.” you say, turning to leave, knowing he’s following behind you. 

“What’s the matter? Scared people will think you like me?” you can hear the grin in his voice.

“People already think I’m a freak, liking you would just make me look like a masochist.” you explain, making a beeline for your final class. Before you can escape into the classroom, Billy’s arm darts out blocking you. You whip your head to him, glaring at his cocky smile. Your look doesn't seem to phase him as he leans in, practically whispering in your ear.

“I’ll see you tonight.” you grit your teeth, knowing he’s just trying to mess with you. That knowledge does not help the heat pooling in your gut at the feel of his breath against the shell of your ear.

Then he's gone. Taking a deep breath you begin to mentally prepare yourself for whatever is waiting for you tonight. 

---

All the mental fortitude in the world could not have prepared you for that night. 

Billy is all business. From the moment he helps you crawl through the window to the second he ends your study session. Not one joke or jab intended to make you blush. It’s like he flipped a switch and now his main goal in life is to cram as much history into your brain as possible. You’re partially thankful for that, not sure if you could fully focus with him flustering you. 

He doesn't argue when you leave this time, just telling you to call the house again so he knows you’re home. 

Wednesday follows the same routine. You meet Billy by the gym before school to give him his food and he’s all charm, invading your space and doing his best to make your face so warm it could serve as a space heater. Then that night he’s back to being professor Billy. 

It’s so intense you’re almost sure you’re dealing with two different Billy’s. But you can’t argue with the results. By class on Thursday you actually feel like you’re retaining the information being thrown at you. Granted after three nights of staying up late with Billy you’re having a hard time staying awake in all your classes.

After school on Thursday you finish dinner, say goodbye to your mom and pack your bag to head over to Billy’s. Stepping outside you notice the exceptionally crisp chill in the air. Glancing at the sky you see what look like storm clouds rolling in. 

You start walking, knowing that it shouldn't take you too long to get over to Cherry Lane. You keep an eye on the menacing clouds closing in and hope that you will be inside by the time the storm is on you.

Unfortunately snow starts to fall 10 minutes into your journey. It’s alright at first, big fluffy flakes that want to stick to the ground, easily handled by your winter jacket. It doesn't stay that way for long though, soon the flakes turn to rain mixed with sleet as it freezes in the cold atmosphere. You try to run but the combination of snow and rain mix into a dangerous concoction that makes the asphalt slick, threatening to take you down every other step. 

You move as quickly as you can, but by the time you reach Billy’s window your hair is plastered to your head, the ends beginning to turn stiff as the water freezes again. Your jacket has kept your torso protected but your jeans are soaked and you lost feeling in your hands and toes a while ago. 

Billy meets you at the window, like he was waiting for you. He takes one look at your shivering form before he hauls you through the window, not even giving you a chance to attempt the climb. He grabs your arms and lifts you easily into the room. You can’t even feel the relief of being out of the rain, the cold having numbed most of your body.

“Fuck!” Billy curses, pulling you further into the room as he closes the window. His eyes scan over your in a quick assessment. “Your fucking lips are blue.” he says, he looks pissed but his voice is low and calm.

You try to stutter an explanation but the violent chattering of your teeth cuts you off. Billy doesn't seem to need an explanation, he immediately starts moving. First he grabs a towel from the back of his door and drapes it over your head, hastily twisting your hair into it and piling it on top of your head. He grabs the zipper of your jacket but pauses, his eyes meeting yours, you're shaking so hard it makes it hard to focus on him.

“We need to get all the wet clothes off and put on dry ones.” he explains. His face is so intense, his eyes searching yours, looking for a sign that you understand him. “Focus on your breathing, I’m going to help you change, okay?” he asks, his brows pulling together. You know that he’s right, you’re likely to freeze to death at this rate if you don't get out of what you're wearing. 

You manage a nod. He moves quickly, unzipping your jacket and pulling it off your frigid frame. He tosses it in the corner of the room, quickly grabbing the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head. You’re thankful that he’s helping you because looking at your numb fingers you can barely move them. You don't have the presence of mind to be embarrassed about standing in front of him, shaking, in just your bra, but when he darts behind you to grab a dry sweatshirt your chest tightens. There is a slight pause in his hurried movements and you can feel his eyes on the scars that cover your back. You close your eyes tightly, you have never really let anyone see them, even in locker rooms you keep your back to the wall as much as you can to hide them. You can barely stand to look at them yourself. 

Billy pulls the dry sweatshirt over your head, helping you get your arms into the sleeves. You keep your eyes closed, not able to look at him as he unties your shoes, pulling them off of your numb feet with your socks. Quickly unbuttoning your jeans, he peels them off, helping your step out of them and into dry sweatpants. 

Being out of the wet clothes helps, but you're still shaking uncontrollably. Opening your eyes again, you see Billy reassessing. His brows are pulled together and his lips are pressed into a firm line while he thinks. Seeming to come to a decision he grabs your arm gently pulling you towards the bed.

“You need to get warm again, get under the blankets.” Billy tells you, there is no room for argument in his tone. You want to protest but another wave of violent shaking urges you forward. You don't fight him as he guides you under the blankets. Burrowing under them, you try to curl tightly into a ball to generate heat but Billy pulling back the blanket again confuses you. You glance up in time to see him strip off his shirt before sliding under the sheets next to you. 

Your heart pounds as his arms wrap around you immediately, pulling you against his now bare chest. 

“I-I-I’m F-Fin-n-” you try to say, but the moment his warmth starts to seep into you all thoughts of pulling away leave your mind. 

“Jesus christ, you feel like ice.” Billy grumbles, beginning to move his hands over your back and arms to generate more heat. 

He’s so warm, all you can do is pull yourself closer, your hands curl against his side pressing into his skin. He hisses, the muscles in his stomach contracting away from your touch, only for a moment before he pulls you tighter against him. Your face is pressed against his chest, tucked under his chin, some of the sensation returns to your nose. You borrow your face into him, taking a shaky breath.

Billy continues to run his hands over your shuddering form for what feels like an eternity. All you can focus on is breathing in and out as he gently warms your body with his. Every so often you can hear him grumbling to himself. 

“What were you thinking… fucking crazy…I swear to god if you get hypothermia for a fucking history test I will never let you live this down… “ the last one actually makes you chuckle, though it sounds more like a groan with your teeth gritted together. 

When the shaking finally stops you are left with a feeling of utter exhaustion. You can finally feel your fingers and toes again but your eyelids feel unbearably heavy. You keep them closed as you take slow steady breaths. You are still pressed against Billy, your legs tangled with his under the sheets, your cheek resting against the muscle between his shoulder and chest. 

Being this close to him stirs something low in your gut, seeming to add to the warmth he’s already generating in your body. You have to resist the urge to wiggle against him. He smells so good, like the forest after rain. You know that it’s most likely his cologne but something about it is so undeniably him, and you can’t get enough of it. You unconsciously tilt your head closer causing your lips to gently graze the column of his throat. 

You feel him tense under you, his breath catching slightly. You find his reaction to the slight touch interesting. Normally he’s the one making you flustered, so his physical reaction is surprising. This is the closest you’ve ever been to a boy. But there is something inside you urging you to do it again. To press your lips against the thundering pulse in his neck. To see what kind of reaction that would get out of him. 

It feels like you're in a dream, surrounded by Billy, in his bed, his arms around you holding you close. You’re so tired of bad dreams, you just want this good one to last a little longer. Without thinking you press closer, your lips gently kissing the smooth skin of his throat.

Billy inhales sharply, his arms going taunt around you. You feel his hands fist into the material of his jacket you’re wearing. When he doesn't push you away, you move your head slightly, your nose grazing along the curve of his jaw. You notice that he tilts his head back slightly, allowing you to place another light kiss to the skin under his ear. His breathing is shallow, you can feel it from where his chest is pressed against yours. Your insides feel molten, pulsing heat through you.

“You should stop.” Billy whispers, his voice is gruff breaking the silence. It shocks you back to reality, breaking whatever spell processed you to act so boldly. Your eyes snap open as the embarrassment and shame slam into you all at once.

“I’m sorry.” you rush to sit up, Billy’s arms falling away from you. “I dont know what- I just- fuck.” you scramble out of the bed, unable to even look at Billy. He was just trying to keep you from freezing to death and you go and practically molest his neck without warning. The embarrassment feels like it's going to swallow you whole and the worst part is there is no escaping. Your only option is back out the window and from the looks of it the rain is still coming down in sheets. 

You run a hand through your hair, pulling at the roots slightly. Your mind spins in circles, making it difficult to take full breaths and the room feels like it’s closing in around you. 

“Fuck!” you curse under your breath. Your stomach twists unpleasantly and you feel nauseous. What does Billy think of you now? You took advantage of him just now. What could you have possibly been thinking? He literally had to tell you to stop. What kind of monster acts like that?

“Hey, hey, don’t freak out or anything, I didn’t mean it like-” his voice sounds muted in your ears. You still can’t look at him, keeping your back to him. “It’s okay, just calm down, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Billy insists. You wish you could believe him, but nothing about what you did was okay. 

“I’m so sorry.” you say again. 

“It’s okay. Seriously, it’s fine. Let’s- Let’s just study okay?” He suggests, sounding slightly out of breath.

“What?” you ask. How could he suggest studying after all that?

“You still have an exam tomorrow. Or did the part of your brain that stores lost causes get freezer burn?” he asks pointedly. You see him grab a shirt from the floor out to the corner of your eye. Glancing back at him you watch him quickly pull it over his head. Meeting your eyes evenly he lifts a brow. He doesn't look bothered by what just happened, his face is a bit flushed but other than that he looks unphased. You expected anger, maybe even teasing, but he looks completely serious. You swallow back your initial panic. If Billy is okay with acting like nothing happened then… so are you.

“Grab the textbook and some paper.” Billy instructs gesturing to his desk with one hand. While you grab the book and paper you hear the rustling of sheets as Billy moves to sit up. Heading back to the bed you sit next to him, being sure to keep your distance, noticing that he’s pulled one of his pillows over his lap. Guilt stabs at your mind, knowing that it's likely to keep you off of him. You bite the inside of your cheek and swallow down the apology that rises up in you again. 

Billy clears his throat.

“Alright, go to the section we covered in class today. It’s definitely going to be on the exam and I want to make sure you totally grasp the timeline.” he explains, easily slipping into his teaching mode. 

He goes over the material, teaching you calmly, just like any other night. If it weren't for the fact that when you finally leave you're still wearing Billy’s clothes, you would have sworn you imagined the whole thing.

AN: I warned you guys it was going to be long! Let me know if you guys liked this! Reader was feeling a bit bold, leave a comment about what you think and what you want to see in the story going forward!

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[gurugirl]

Hi. Are you going to do a sneak peak of the series start over (I think I got the name wrong sorry💗)

Why not? And you are close! It's called Can We Start Over?

Chapter 1 will be posted tomorrow at 12pm CST. Sneaky from chapter 1 below...

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“You don’t mind me dancing with you, do you?” His voice was close to your neck as he spoke.

Shaking your head you turned your body to face him, swinging your hips softly, “Not at all.”

He grinned down at you and the dimple that appeared on his cheek had you taken aback. He was truly stunning.

“Good. Wanted to chat some with you. Find out more about you…” he took your hand in his and pulled you closer, shifting the mood a little as you both danced. You silently inhaled in surprise at his gesture.

“And what did you want to know, Mr. Styles?” You raised your brows and smirked at him. You weren’t sure at that point what he was doing. But he was certainly leading you to believe this was more than just a friendly chat.

“First, what’s your name?”

You laughed, “I’m Y/n. I guess I forgot to introduce myself.”

“Are you here alone, Y/n?” His free hand found a spot on your side over your hip.

“I am. What about you?” You weren’t used to receiving this kind of attention from anyone. Much less a wealthy handsome man.

“I’m here alone too,” he kept a cocky grin plastered to his face as he drew nearer and spoke lowly so only you could hear, “But was hoping I wouldn’t be leaving alone.”

It was at that moment you were truly surprised. Was he…? Couldn’t be. You’d surely misread this situation just in the way all your pretty girlfriends misread it every time a guy showed any friendliness. Maybe it was the three cocktails you’d drank and that had you wondering what was in them.

Harry's hand released yours and he brought his ringed fingers up to your shoulder where he brushed the side of your neck, drawing you in closer with his other hand at your hip, “What about you?”

You blinked your eyes and looked up at him in confusion, “What about me? What do you mean?”

Harry’s grin deepened as he looked down at your mouth and took a clear glance at your cleavage before responding, “Did you hope to leave with someone tonight?”

You scoffed and looked around the dance floor before looking back at him, still not quite believing the direction this conversation was headed, “I hadn’t imagined I would leave with anyone. Figured I’d just go back to my hotel room alone after.”

The ridiculously attractive man licked his lips and kept his gaze on yours, “Really? You don’t want someone to take you back to their room and help you out of this pretty dress tonight?”

You began to cough. You’d choked on your own saliva as you inhaled a sharp breath at the wrong moment. His words caught you off guard.

But now you were hacking and bent at the waist, red in the face like an idiot.

Harry patted your back and you heard him speak into your ear, “You okay, darling? Need some water?”

When you’d recovered you and Harry were standing at the edge of the dancefloor away from the crowd and he had a comforting hand on your back.

You laughed and shook your head, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened…” you wiped your face, which was moist from the tears you’d forced out from all the coughing.

Harry took your hand and led you to a free seat, pulling a chair out for you and then sitting next to you, his hand still on your back, “Do you feel better now?”

You nodded and smiled at him. You hadn’t forgotten what he said. But now you were sure whatever he was getting at was all but out the window after your little display.

“Come back with me to my room.”

Well, that just blasted your little theory.

You sat up straight and your jaw dropped open wide, “Why?”

Harry laughed, “Because I don’t want to go back alone. Spend the night with me tonight, Y/n.”

Were you in a dream? Had you drunk too much and were blacked out and hallucinating?

“I don’t… I’m not sure what you…” you were unable to put your thoughts together coherently. You hadn’t expected it. You assumed you weren’t his type. Too chunky for a man like him. Imagined he preferred a more modelesque figure on women he found attractive given his appearance.

“Look. I’ll just be very straightforward with you. I think you’re gorgeous and I’d like to have you in my bed tonight. Naked. How does that sound to you?”

You whispered the word naked back to him as if it were a word you’d never heard before. You took a deep breath and looked around the room.