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Sirius Black x Potter!reader

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cw: fluff, little bit of snogging, pinning, hurt/comfort (I guess?)

“Black is snogging Eloise Garner in the corridor,” Mary says as she sits down for breakfast at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.

“Bit early for a snog, isn’t it?” you ask, not looking up from your paper.

“I’d say so,” she responds, pouring herself a cup of tea.

“Isn’t that like the third girl this week?” Lily asks.

“Feels like he’s trying to at least snog every girl in our year and then some,” Marlene answers.

The group is silent for a moment as Mary, Marlene and Lily all stare at you.

“Well? Is he?” Lily asks.

“How would I know?”

“Because he is quite literally in your lap every evening?” Marlene replies. “Honestly, if we didn’t know you, we’d say you two were dating. Or at least you’d’ve been the first one he snogged.”

You make a face at that assumption. “My brother’s best friend, believe it or not, does not confide all of his life’s mission to me.”

“You’re probably one of them,” Mary giggles.

“Except I’m basically his sister!”

“Siblings don’t act like that around each other,” Lily says with a smile.

“James!” you call to your brother who is a few seats down from the group. “Does Sirius like me romantically?”

He looks up from his Quidditch book, eyes wide.

“What? What did he do to you?”

He slams his book down and quickly walks down the table toward the girls. He crouches next to you so he wasn’t towering over you.

“What did Padfoot do?”

You laugh at your brother. “Nothing, James. But these three,” you gesture to the girls around you, “think I’m on his to-be-snogged list. I’m not, am I?” Your words were teasing, already knowing that you weren't.

“I’ll damn ensure that you’re not,” he growls, shaking his head.

“But there is a list?” Marlene pipes up. Her eyes glitter with intrigue.

“Not a list, per se… But he does seem to have trouble keeping to one girl for long.”

“And there you have it, folks! No real list and even if there was, I’m not on it.” You turn to look at James who doesn’t seem to be moving from where he crouches behind your shoulder. “Thanks James. You can, uh, go sit down now.”

“Oooh! Speak of the devil!” Mary chirps, looking toward the Great Hall door where Sirius was entering alone.

“Morning, pumpkin,” Sirius says, ruffling your hair. “Girls.”

James had waited until Sirius made it to the girls. The boys went down to their usual spots down the table. Once sat, James bursts into hurried whispers that lead to numerous glances being sent in the girls’ direction.

“How come I can’t call you pumpkin?” Lily pouts. Of all the pet names, pumpkin was your least favorite.

You roll your eyes before answering. “He’ll be reprimanded later for that. Don’t you worry, dearest Lily.”

“Reprimanded in your sex dungeon?” Marlene gasps, a hand over her heart.

You smack her with your paper from across the table. “Don’t you start a rumor like that!”

“I could totally see you having one though!” Marlene insists.

“What is your dominatrix name?” Lily asks, gently bumping into your shoulder.

“You are all too horny this morning. I’ll see you in class.”

You quickly gather your things, take one last sip of coffee and leave the hall. The day seems to go on as usual for you. You sat with the girls in most of your classes. You’re glad the conversation of Sirius’ list had been left at breakfast. There are minor differences in the boys during classes. They appeared to have shuffled their seating arrangements, but it doesn’t affect you until History of Magic. You usually sit next to Sirius. Instead, you were sat next to Peter while Sirius sat on the other side of James. Peter wasn’t your favorite of James’ friends but you could tolerate him.

There was definitely something different about Sirius in the common room after dinner. You usually hung out with her brother and his friends in the evenings. This would often lead to you sitting with Sirius on the couch, one of you draped over the other. Depending on who was sitting and who was lounging, you would play with each other’s hair or do homework or take a brief nap. You liked when Sirius would read you the assigned chapter because you otherwise wouldn’t read it. This evening, however, Sirius sat in an armchair nowhere near you. You frown as you watch him sit down and proceed to avoid your gaze.

The altered seating arrangement and not sitting with you on the couch continues for the next few days. By Friday evening, it is driving you crazy. You need to know what is going on. You wait until most people have gone to bed before deciding to confront him. Sirius was usually one of the last people up so you knew that waiting it out would be okay.

“Black, come ‘ere,” you say.

He looks over at you with a confused look on his face. He had been watching the fire, lost in his own thoughts. When he doesn’t move, you pat the couch cushion next to you. Reluctantly, he gets up and move to sit next to you.

“What’s up, pumpkin?”

“What’s up with you?” you ask, your brows furrowed. “Feels like you’ve been on the other side of the Earth this week.”

He shrugs, looking back towards the fire. “Just following directions.”

“Whose directions?”

“Prongs.”

“And, pray tell, what did that idiot tell you to do?”

“To stay away from you?” he replies, obvious confusion in his voice.

You pinch the bridge of your nose in mild frustration. “When was this?”

“Uh, earlier this week at breakfast. Made it seem like it was partly at your request?”

You shake your head. “Leave it to James to mess something up. No. He said he would make sure I didn’t end up as another checked box on your list. That would be all him.”

“Another checked box? What list is this?” Sirius asks with a slight chuckle as he looks at you.

“The list of every girl in our year and then some,” you giggle, slightly relieved that it seems like he doesn’t have such a list. “You know, your apparent mission to kiss every one. And maybe get some.”

He quickly turns back to the fire, hoping to hide the brief look of embarrassment that crosses his face. You see it anyway and feel your face flush slightly.

“There’s no list. And you certainly wouldn’t be a box on it if it were.”

“Ouch, Black,” you say with semi-fake hurt. “Cut me deep.”

“Please, I would be neutered if I kissed you.”

You laugh. Your laugh is enough to draw Sirius’ gaze away from the fire again. He loves seeing you smile that widely and knowing it was something he said to get you to.

“Why were you talking about that imaginary list anyways?”

“Mary saw you snogging Eloise and apparently thought I would know if this list existed,” you say with a soft chuckle.

“And James was a part of this conversation?” he asks in disbelief.

“Well, I called him over when the girls didn’t believe that we aren’t romantically involved, let alone never kissed.”

Sirius shakes his head with a small smile playing on his lips. “And that leads to James declaring that I need to be at least a meter away from you at all times?”

“I asked him two questions. Do you like me romantically and was I on your to-be-snogged list?” You pause. “You know, he never actually answered the first one.”

“That would be because he doesn’t know,” Sirius says, turning his head almost 90 degrees to crack his neck. “You know how much he hates being wrong… So he’s not going to give an answer if he doesn’t know if it’s right.”

“What does that mean?”

“That I don’t discuss everything with Prongs. Although, he never has asked how I feel about you.”

You chuckle and nudge Sirius with your shoulder. “You don’t have to pretend like you might have feelings for me. It’s… fine that you don’t.” The words taste bitter in your mouth, but you try to sound genuine. You would be lying if you said you never imagined things developing between the two of you.

“Why do you assume I don’t?” Sirius asks, cocking his head as he looks at you intently.

“Why would you be snogging anything that moves in a skirt if you liked me and you’ve never made a move for me?”

“I thought we agreed that Prongs would have me neutered if I kissed you?” He takes a breath. “And maybe knowing that I could very well lose my best friend if I went after the girl I actually like is the reason I go from girl to girl. None of them make me feel like she does.”

“Wait, what?”

“There’s just more than one reason why you can’t be a checked box on this list,” Sirius says, standing up. “Goodnight, pumpkin.”

He places a gentle kiss on top of your head before heading up the stairs to the boys’ dormitories. You stare after him dumbfounded. Has Sirius just essentially told you that he did like you and then leave?

Despite knowing that he was well out of earshot, you still say, “That’s not my name.”

None of the students remaining in the common room pay you any attention as you sit on the couch alone, talking to yourself now. You slump into the cushions and take over Sirius’ habit of staring into the fire. You understand why he does it. The way that the flames dance and flicker and radiate heat is calming.

You are distracted all weekend by what Sirius had said. You bury yourself in homework and use it as an excuse to avoid the Quidditch game. It’s Slytherin against Hufflepuff so your absence isn't insulting to James. Despite being tucked away in a distraction-free corner of the library, you make little progress on your homework. Your mind kept wandering back to Sirius and what he had said. You had worked hard to bury all of your feelings for him years ago, assuming it would never happen due to his close friendship with James. Your feelings continued to remain buried as he got closer with you and never hinted that he might like you more than a friend.

In your dorm, you ignore the comments from Lily and Mary that for someone who spent all weekend in the library, you made such little progress on your assignments, or that they were done extremely poorly.

On Monday, you really do try to pay attention in class, but it is futile. Even after a weekend of him on your mind, your thoughts keep drifting back to Sirius, who is in most of your classes. Even worse, you come to realize that you have no one to talk to about it so you can only let your mind spin as it had for the past two days. You think you disguise your distraction fairly well in classes until Remus grabs your hand in Potions before you can tip an ingredient into your cauldron.

“Are you trying to blow up the classroom?” he hisses at you.

You blink at him and then look at what you had been about to pour into your brew. He is right. If you had dumped it in, your cauldron would have blown up and severely damaged those around you. You give Remus a grateful smile.

“Thanks, Remus… Been a bit distracted lately.”

“Yeah, I know.”

You give him a look. “Is it obvious?”

“You didn’t bother to apologize or clean up your spilled inkwell in Transfiguration,” he says with a soft smile. “If Lily hadn’t quickly cleaned it up for you, McGonagall would’ve given you detention.”

“Huh… I’ll have to thank her later…”

“What’s got you so distracted?”

“Nothing too important,” you lie.

“If I’m almost blown up over it, it must be important.”

“It’s really not that big of a deal. I just don’t have anyone to talk to about it so it’s… festering.”

Remus turns back to his own potion.

“Must be quite the topic if you have no one to talk to about it.”

You scrunch your face as you add the correct ingredient to your potion, causing it to turn a pleasant blue color.

“What does that mean?”

“You have plenty of people who care for you. And if none of us are good enough, you could probably have your pick of first years who would love to listen to your problems.”

You chew at the dead skin of your bottom lip, looking at Remus and knowing he was right.

“Don’t be mad but sometimes I forget that you are also my friend, not just James’. And that you are the most understanding person on this planet.”

He chuckles softly, not trying to draw attention to himself. “Understandable. But what is it that you feel you have no one to talk to about?”

“It’s too public in here,” you say, looking around the room. “It’s something I can’t talk to the girls about because they will all tease me endlessly if I do. And I can’t talk about it with James because we don’t really discuss that kind of stuff often and he overreacts.”

“And Sirius?”

You purse your lips.

“Oh,” Remus says, suddenly understanding. “Let’s discuss this after class when I’m certain I’ll be in less danger of blowing up.”

Once your potions are turned in to Professor Slughorn, you and Remus leave the classroom together. Lily, Mary and James give you questionable stares as you disappear around the corner. Neither of you say a word until you are more secluded in the grounds of Hogwarts. You walk down towards the Black Lake. Anyone trying to eavesdrop would have a harder time hearing you over the sound of waves.

“What did Sirius do?” Remus asks, sitting down and resting his back against a tree.

Mimicking his actions, you answer, “It’s what he said when I confronted him for avoiding me all last week.”

“Wasn’t that at your request?”

“No. James is a liar.”

“Okay?”

“Long story short, Mary, Marlene and Lily…” you start to say before putting your head in your hands and groaning. “Screw that. Does Sirius like me?”

“He lets you touch his hair. Of course he likes you.”

You lift your head to look at Remus. “Does he like me as more than a friend?”

“What did he say to you?”

“I asked first.”

“I can only speak if I know what he told you.”

You sigh heavily and turn your gaze to the lake.

“Something like he’d lose James if he kissed the girl he actually likes and that’s why he’s been kissing every girl who looks his way. And then that there’s more than one reason why I can’t be another checked box on the list of girls he’s kissed.”

Remus puts his hand on your shoulder.

“Oh, darling…”

“Remus, does he like me?”

“I believe he does.”

You whip your head towards him. “What do you mean, you believe?”

“He’s not known for pouring his heart out. You know that. He’s private with his more personal feelings,” Remus says, choosing his words carefully. “But I have eyes and ears. The way he looks at you, especially when James isn’t looking. The way he acts around you. The way he talks to you, and about you. … And he calls you pumpkin.”

You don’t say anything. You were taking it all in, although you don’t quite understand why him using that pet name held significance. You just want Remus to keep talking.

“You know about his home life,” he continues.

You nod.

“I don’t think I could say all the ways it makes him the way he is. We’ve only heard snippets of it. I think there’s a lot he has walled off. And he has a found family in us. In James specifically. So he’s going to tread lightly around anything that could harm that.”

You bite the inside of your lip. You know you have been let inside some of Sirius’ walls. There were the miscellaneous late nights filled with more vulnerable conversations over the past two years. A particularly horrendous nightmare had brought Sirius to the common room to sit by the dying fire, and you had already been sitting there. You had been unable to sleep with your own anxieties. You snuggled into each other on the couch and talked until Sirius felt okay to go back to sleep.

Even with that memory in your head, the thing you say is, “So James’ irrationality is why Sirius hasn’t made a move on me?”

“Part of it… but that’s not what you’re taking away from this conversation. There’s more than Prongs in this equation.”

You sigh and rest your chin on your hands. The sun was beginning to set and it reflects beautifully on the lake’s shimmering surface.

“You’re also in the equation,” Remus reminds you. “Do you like him as more than a friend?”

You can’t help but laugh.

“Remus John Lupin, I’ve been in love with him since second year.”

The moment you say that, it hits you like a brick wall. The buried emotions all bubble up and you lean back into the tree forcefully. Your head hits the trunk with a soft thud and you groan at the sudden pain. You know that you thought Sirius was cute from the moment you met him but it did take time and a little bit of maturing for you to decide that you liked him in that way. And because he is your brother’s best friend, you kept quiet about it, even to your female friends. Despite playing it off, you were bothered when you heard about him snogging another girl in the corridor. You were bothered when you heard girls giggle about how handsome he was and how they hoped he would give them attention or take them to Hogsmeade. You relish in the fact that out of every one of his friends, he chose to sit next to you in the common room night after night. And you treasured every time he let you see that vulnerable side of him that he kept so well hidden behind his bright smile and boisterous laugh and devil-may-care attitude.

“If that’s true, why haven’t you made a move?”

You laugh again, nudging Remus’s shoulder.

“I thought you were the smart one of the group. He’s James’ best friend. His best friend who has never once shown an inkling of romantic interest in me. Why would I risk that level of embarrassment with someone who is obviously going to be in my life as long as I stay close with James?”

“Do you ever think that maybe he thought the same thing?”

“Rems, I…”

“Love, listen. I can’t tell you what to do. I can’t tell you for certain that he likes you. But I suggest you talk to him. Probably when James isn’t around. And if it comes to it, screw what James thinks. He just cares for you and doesn’t want to see you hurt. You are twins after all.”

You sit in silence for a minute. The crashing waves of the lake fill the air as the sun disappears over the horizon.

“Rems, thanks for this. But we did miss dinner,” you finally say.

You stand up and hold out a hand to Remus. He takes it with a smile. He grunts as he stands up, like the old man the boys often compare him to.

“You act like we don’t know where the kitchens are…”

After a quick stop by the kitchens for sandwiches, you enter the common room together. You are greeted by multiple versions of “There you are!” and “I told you they’d be together, I saw them leave Potions together!” It seems as if your disappearance had captured the attention of every sixth year Gryffindor.

“You missed dinner!” James chides.

“We grabbed sandwiches,” you say, holding up your almost finished grilled cheese.

“What were you doing?” His eyes narrow at Remus.

“Talking?” Remus answers, moving past James to sit by in a chair by the fire.

You, however, feel frozen with James in front of you and the eyes of many Gryffindors on you.

“Talking kept you from food?” Marlene asks in disbelief. “Must’ve been some conversation.”

“I’d say it was enlightening,” you say.

“Did he teach you Lumos?” Peter asks from the couch.

“Ha,” Remus says dryly.

“Are you okay?” James asks you in a hushed tone as the non-sixth year Gryffindors slowly turn back to their own conversations.

“Yes? I just needed to talk to Rem about something private.”

“Something private?” he asks, trying to get more information out of you. “With Moony? Come on, what is going on?”

“Nothing is going on. God forbid a girl talks to her male friends.”

“If nothing is going on, then tell me what you were talking about.”

“You are not privy to my every conversation,” you snap.

“I am a bit when it’s with one of my best mates.”

“Your best mates are also some of my best mates, James. Learn to share.”

Your voices were increasing in volume.

“Do I need to talk to him too?” James asks, placing a hand on your shoulder which you immediately shrug off.

“No! And I never asked you to talk to Sirius!”

Sirius looks from Remus to you to James at the mention of his name.

“You asked if you were…”

“I asked for information. That’s all. And you have the audacity to tell him to stay away from me?”

“I’m protecting you.”

“I don’t need protecting,” you spit. “And if I did, it certainly wouldn’t be from your friends.” You look over at the boys and then back at James. “If anyone needs protecting from the people you call your best mates, then you need to reevaluate the kind of company you keep.”

“Hey, I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Let me get hurt.”

You give James one last nasty look before finally being able to move your feet. You disappear into the girls’ dorms. As you walk away, you can feel eyes watching your every move. Apparently if you argue with your brother loudly, the common room is forced to give you all of their attention. Once out of sight, James collapses on the couch, refusing to look at anyone. Lily, Marlene and Mary watch James sit down and then follow you up the stairs. Lily hesitates a moment before knocking on the door to your shared dorm.

“Lovie?” she called softly as she opened the door a crack. “Potter!”

The door creaks loudly as it opens wider. You had changed out of your uniform and into muggle clothes. You are sitting on your bed, lacing up your heavy boots with a small bag next to you.

“Going somewhere?” Marlene asks. She is the first of the girls to enter the room.

“I need to clear my head.”

“How do you plan on doing that?” Lily asks, trying to keep her voice calm and gentle.

“Heard about some poachers gathering in the forest. And if I can’t find them, I’ll find some trolls or dugbogs or something.”

“And you plan on going alone?”

You shoot the girls a warning look. “Yes. Evans, if you threaten detention, make it for Thursday.”

Lily doesn’t say anything.

“What did you and Lupin talk about?” Mary inquires, not quite seeing that you aren’t in the mood to talk about that yet.

“Doesn’t. Fucking. Matter.”

You, having finished lacing your boots, grab you bag and storm out of the dorm. You have to push past Mary who is still standing in the doorway. Your heavy footsteps silence the common room before you finish descending the stairs. Eyes follow you as you leave the common room. Once out of the portrait, the common room roars to life again.

“So… what the fuck?” Peter asks, looking at his friends.

“She’s pissed off,” Remus says coolly. “And I’d say for decent reason.”

James gives him an annoyed look.

“That time of the month, is it?”

“Peter, no!” Remus chastises. “She’s just figuring stuff out.”

“Care to share with the class?” James asks.

“I’d prefer to not spend the next two weeks in the hospital wing so I’ll let her tell you when she’s ready.”

“So we’re going to let her go off like that?” Sirius asks, speaking up for the first time since you and Remus came back.

“Yes,” Remus and James say at the same time.

“Like she said, she doesn’t need protection,” Remus says, sending a wary glance to James.

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Remus was mildly surprised that when he woke up, Sirius wasn’t in his bed. He was, however, less surprised when he found Sirius slumped on the couch in the common room. Remus approached him, ready to wake him up, only to find that Sirius was awake. His hair was slightly frizzy and dark bags formed under his eyes. He was still in his disheveled uniform from the day before, having never gone up to their dorm after dinner.

“Pads?” he says gently. “Were you up all night?”

Sirius looks away from the fire groggily.

“Huh?” He processes what Remus had asked him. He sits up, his back loudly cracking as he does so. “Yeah. Someone had to wait for Potter to get back.”

“And you didn’t come up when she did?”

Sirius shakes his head before running a hand through his curls.

“She didn’t, Moons. She didn’t come back.”

Remus’ eyes go wide.

“No, surely she came back. You must’ve drifted asleep at some point.”

“She didn’t. I was awake the whole time.”

Remus sits next to his friend, placing a hand on his knee. “Maybe she got back recently and just went straight to breakfast? How ‘bout we go get some, yeah?”

“Let me change,” Sirius mutteres, giving Remus a tired look.

He doesn’t move for a minute. His brain feels too fuzzy and wired at the same time. Convincing his legs to support his weight as he eventually stands up is more of a task than he anticipates. He is quick in getting ready for the day in their dorm. He doesn’t understand how James is still asleep, or how he had slept at all when you weren’t in the castle for all they knew. Sirius ties his hair back and looks at his reflection with his fresh uniform on. Despite his attempts to make himself look presentable, not having slept at all and being filled with worry makes him look exhausted, which is how he felt. He just doesn’t want to show it. He sighs and returns to Remus.

Sirius watches the Great Hall door as he slowly eats some breakfast. He drinks some coffee that Remus pushed towards him, saying something along the lines of needing caffeine if he was planning on making it through the day. When the girls sit down, they confirm that you hadn't been in their dorm that morning and your bed looked unslept in. Sirius groans. The girls exchange curious looks.

Palpable concern and worry finally reaches the rest of the sixth year Gryffindors when they are all sat in Charms and you still weren't there.

“You’re certain that she didn’t come back and just made her bed when she got up?” James asks Marlene.

“Positive. All of her school things were still there. The bed hadn’t been touched.”

“And since when does she make her bed?” Lily asks.

Halfway through class, you enter the room. All eyes turn to look at you. You have multiple bandages over your body, looking freshly applied. You hand Professor Flitwick a note and take your spot next to Mary. You don’t say anything to all the Gryffindors staring at you. You just open your book to the same page as Mary and turn to look at the professor, hoping he’d continue his lesson where he left off.

“Where have you been?” Mary whispers, not looking at you.

“Forest. And then hospital wing,” you reply nonchalantly.

“Did you sleep?”

“No. I’ll be fine,” you assert. “Now shush.”

After Charms ends, the Gryffindors surround you so you can’t slip away to your next class. You avoid making eye contact with any of them as you gather your things and attempt to push through them.

“Going into the forest at night is one thing,” Lily chides. “Not coming back until halfway through the first lesson of the day is another.”

“Okay, mum,” you say shortly, still trying to push through the group.

“Aren’t you going to explain yourself?” James asks.

You glare at him. “Certainly not to you.”

“You look like you barely came back in one piece!” he exclaims. “I’m shocked Pomfrey let you leave the hospital wing.”

A wicked glint shines in your eyes. “Oh, she didn’t. I just left.”

“Potter!” Mary gasps.

“Macdonald!” you mimic with an eye roll. “If you lot don’t get out of my way, I’ll be late for Ancient Runes and I’m already on thin ice with Raltmole.”

You finally push through the group and leave them in the Charms classroom. They exchange frustrated looks before following you out. They split up for their respective classes, Remus and Lily following you towards the Ancient Runes classroom.

“Did you find the poachers you were looking for?” Lily asks tentatively once they sit on either side of you.

You nod. “And then some. The hippogriffs they had weren’t happy to be freed.”

“Did you bow to them?” Remus asks.

“No? Was I supposed to?”

“Yes!” Remus breathes.

You hum and spin your quill in your fingers. “Now I know for next time.”

Professor Raltmole gathers the class’ attention and begins her lecture. Remus takes a ratty piece of parchment from his bookbag and scrawls a short note on it before sliding it across the desk toward you.

Padfoot waited up for you

You quickly read it, write a response and slide it back.

Is that why he looks like living death?

He didn’t sleep because you were gone

You crumple the paper when you get it back from Remus. You shove it in your pocket, away from Lily’s view.

“I’ll talk to him later,” you hiss to Remus.

An angry Madam Pomfrey yells at you in front of most of the castle at lunch for sneaking out of the hospital wing when you were clearly still in need of tending to. An excuse of not wanting to miss more class seemed to ward her off, but you feel the nurse’s frustrated gaze on you for the rest of the meal. Mary and Marlene ask you about the poachers you dueled as you walked to your next class. You recount a watered down version of the previous night’s events for them. You make sure that your injuries still make sense but their severity less. The girls are simply impressed and less concerned for their friend.

You are happy when the second half of the day is more concentrated on schoolwork rather than what you had gotten up to last night. You didn’t want to keep reliving being outnumbered by the poachers and just barely getting out without being too injured. The fear in the hippogriffs’ eyes haunted you. It reminds you that what you did was right, but they had still attacked you after you unlocked their cages. Sitting at dinner, you gently touch the bandage on her face and wince.

“If it hurts, you probably shouldn’t touch it,” Lily says. “Or go see Pomfrey again. I’m sure she’d love to patch you up more.”

“Going back is admitting defeat,” you say definitively.

You wouldn’t go back, not even when your bandages need to be replaced. You know that the boys have plenty of bandages in their dorm and you could use some of those. You worried that Pomfrey would handcuff you to a cot and place a charm on it so you couldn’t escape. You were determined to not be held captive to the nurse.

You fold gravy into your mashed potatoes until they turn a gross shade of pale brown. Your whole body had started to ache during the last lesson of the day. The pain is stronger than your hunger and all you want to do now is sleep. However, you weren’t dumb. Your friends would have cursed you into next week, or at least taken you to Madam Pomfrey, if you hadn’t shown up to dinner. You sigh as the plates in the middle of the table clear and replenish with desserts. Nothing looks appetizing. You force yourself to swallow some of the potatoes so you could claim that you did have some dinner. After a few bites, you resume swirling the soft mush around your plate.

“Darling, you done?” Marlene asks, standing up across from you.

You look up, noticing that a fair amount of students had already left the Great Hall.

“I guess so,” you say.

You walk back to the Gryffindor Tower in silence. Marlene seems to read your body language, which says you aren’t in the mood to talk anymore. Your face has a hardened look to it with your arms crossed over your chest. After giving the password, Marlene makes sure to hold open the portrait for you so it doesn't close on you.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t smile a little when you saw Sirius sitting on the couch with no one else. Marlene heads for the girls’ stairs, half expecting you to follow her up. Instead, you make a beeline for the couch and lay down, your head resting in Sirius’ lap.

“Hey Black,” you say, looking up at him.

“Aren’t you exhausted?” he asks, looking down at you. “I think you got as much sleep as I did last night.”

“So Remus says,” you reply.

Sirius twirls some of your hair around his finger, something he had done hundreds of times before. Only this time, you see it as something more tender, all thanks to what Remus had said the day prior. It sent off butterflies in your stomach.

“Must’ve been some conversation you two had yesterday,” Sirius mumbles. “What else would keep you out so late?”

You scoff. “James being a prat. But it was some conversation. I think I needed to hear it.”

Sirius’ expression softens.

“What did you need to hear?”

“It was… a reality check.”

You pause, studying the look on his face. You are vaguely aware of the other people in the common room, but the way Sirius is looking at you could’ve convinced you that you were the only one in the entire castle with those grey eyes. Without saying anything to each other, you feel as if the only things you can hear are your breathing and the muted crackling of the fire not far from you. You reach up and tuck a curl behind his ear, revealing his multiple piercings that he’d gotten over the years. You notice his breathing hitch as your hand gently grazes his face. You smile at him.

“So between the reality check and Mr. Bitchiness himself, I needed to clear my head.”

Sirius shakes his head with a soft chuckle.

“I think you should find a way to clear your head that doesn’t involve barely coming back in one piece, Potter.”

“I thought you called me pumpkin.”

“I thought you hated being called that.”

“I do, but I let you get away with it.” You gently poke the tip of his nose playfully. Your gaze briefly flicks to his lips before returning to his eyes. “You’re… special.”

“That doesn’t look like a meter,” James’ voice calls, bringing you back into the noise of the common room.

You can see your brother standing over the two of you behind the couch. His face isn’t quite murderous, but it was getting there.

“She’s exhausted and in pain and you come swooping in?” James accuses Sirius. “I thought I told you to give her space.”

You sit up and glare at James, the tenderness of the moment with Sirius evaporated.

“Excuse you,” you say, a disgusted snarl creeping up on your face. “He did no such swooping. And you can’t tell people to stay away from me.”

“I’m your brother! It’s my job to keep people away from you,” he says, giving his friend a sour look. “Especially when I think they have immoral intentions.”

“Have you considered that I’m the one who came to him and not the other way around?”

“Why would you?”

You blink. “Because he’s my friend?”

“He’s my friend,” James says.

You can’t stop yourself. You slap James across the face. You feel your own face burning and tears beginning to brim in your eyes.

“I see you didn’t learn anything from last night, you git,” you spit at him.

You stand up, leaving Sirius alone on the couch. He watches in silence as you turn to leave the common room. You slam the portrait behind you, earning a scolding from the Fat Lady about respect. The common room remains silent as Sirius looks up at James.

“Prongs, I swear, she came to me,” he says. “I was sitting here and she came to me. She walked in with Marlene long after we came back from dinner.”

“Whatever, Pads. Just keep your distance from her, like you said you would.”

Sirius lets his lips form a thin line as he looks away from James and back to the fire. Technically, he had never said he would keep away from you. James had just insisted on it. James sighs heavily, glancing at the portrait hole. He is glad that you didn’t go upstairs to change and grab whatever you would need to go out again, but you leaving in such a fury wasn’t ideal either. He turns and goes back up to their dorm. When Remus sees how upset James is, he immediately goes to check in on Sirius, letting Peter work on calming James down.

Remus sits on the other side of the couch. Sirius is radiating an energy that said he needed a little bit of space around him.

“Padfoot,” Remus says, speaking tentatively. “What just happened? Why is Prongs in a huff again?”

“He’s accusing me of trying to defile her when she’s not in her right mind.”

Remus isn’t a fan that Sirius didn’t look at him when he talked. He didn’t want his friend to stay up all night staring into the fire again.

“Where is she?”

Sirius shrugs. “Slapped Prongs and left.”

Remus raised his eyebrows and leaned toward Sirius.

“She slapped him?” he asks, trying to hold in some laughter. “Honestly, someone needed to and it’s good it came from her. He’ll forgive her.”

“Do you think he’d forgive me?” Sirius asks, his voice barely audible and eyes still not leaving the flickering flames.

“Forgive you for what?” Remus asks cautiously. “Did you… defile her?”

Sirius scoffs. “No, Merlin… But… fuck. Nevermind.”

Remus scoots to the middle cushion of the couch. He places a hand on Sirius’ shoulder. Sirius looks away from the fire. His cheeks are dusted with a faint blush.

“Padfoot, be honest with me. How do you feel about her?”

Remus’ voice is soft. It has a sense of pleading to it, as if begging Sirius to admit something he doesn’t want to, as if begging him to be more vulnerable in the middle of the common room than he has ever been before. Sirius just shakes his head with a frown.

“That doesn’t matter.”

With a harsh sigh, Remus tries again. “Prongs doesn’t matter right now. How do you, Padfoot, Sirius Orion Black, feel about her?”

“Like she is the most precious thing.” He closes his eyes and turns his face toward the fire again. “But Prongs does matter. So how I feel doesn’t. I need his friendship more than I need a relationship.”

Remus gives his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“Imagine if everything went right though… You and Prongs could legally be brothers.”

Sirius coughs in surprise at his words. Of course, he had thought about it from time to time. James was his brother in practically all ways except literally. You, being alluring as you were, were something different. You weren't a sister to him. What he feels for you isn’t what he would feel for a sister and it is certainly more than anything he has felt for any other girl.

“Think about it, Pads, yeah?” Remus suggests, giving his shoulder another squeeze. “You think Wormtail has calmed Prongs down enough for it to be safe to go back up there?”

Remus glances toward the stairs. Then he looks back at Sirius, who has opened his eyes but stares absently at the hearth.

“You said she left the common room? You don’t think she’ll be gone all night again, do you?” Remus questions, his voice having more concern than before.

“She’ll be back… Although it might be better if I’m not down here when she returns…”

---

You spend the rest of the week avoiding James. You put as many people in between you as possible when you have to be near him. If he tries to talk to you, you either ignore him or speak to him through someone else. It pisses him off. You also take to avoiding the common room, being that he was often there. For once, you find yourself being furious that Remus and Sirius were James’ friends first and yours second.

Marlene sits down in the library at the same table as you, Mary and Lily. You are working on various assignments, books littering the tables. Marlene clears a small section for her to get out her own work. She shoots a wary look toward you.

“Black’s back on his bullshit,” she says, watching you for a reaction that you don’t give her.

You keep your eyes on your Ancient Runes assignment.

“Who’s he snogging now?” Lily asks. She knows someone has to buy into the bait.

“Charity Burbage.”

“Didn’t realize she was his type…” Mary mutters. “Isn’t she a few years younger?”

“Fourth year, but she’s… mature if you know what I mean,” Marlene answers, giving her own breasts a squeeze.

“Alright, we get your point,” Lily says, cutting her off. “Remember that we’re here to do homework, right?”

You just scoff and keep working. Hearing that Sirius was off snogging a busty fourth year rubbed you the wrong way. You keep thinking back to what Sirius had said and what Remus had told you about him. You think about how Sirius had been the one waiting up for you to come back that night you got into the fight with James. You don’t want to imagine Sirius sucking face with a younger girl, but the image keeps appearing in your mind. It makes your blood boil.

“Potter, you good?” Mary whispers from across the table.

You look up at Mary and then back down at your paper. There were various splotches of ink where you had been holding your quill and lightly tapping it. You sighed in annoyance.

“Guess Raltmole is getting subpar work again,” you groan.

You look over at the assignment sheet again and force a smile. At least you were on the last question. Once you answer it, you could make an excuse to leave. You hurriedly finish and begin putting your stuff away.

“I’ll see you lot later.”

“Going back to the common room?” Lily asks, not looking up from her own assignment.

“Yeah,” you lie. You had no intention of going back to Gryffindor Tower and risk running into James.

You make your way up to the astronomy tower. As you climb the stairs, hot tears sting in your eyes and begin to fall. You have never been so glad to find the tower completely empty. You sit down near the edge of the platform. The cold air feels nice as you feel like you are overheating. Your mind is spinning with thoughts of Sirius. You hate that you had admitted to Remus that you had been harboring feelings for Sirius for years and everything you had buried so deep inside of you had been brought back to the surface. You hate that your friends feel the need to bring up whoever they saw Sirius kissing.

As you look over the horizon, lost in your thoughts, you hear a string of swears from the stairs. You don’t look to see who it was. It isn’t a Gryffindor and that’s all that really matters to you at this moment. When the boy reaches the top of the stairs, he immediately spots you at the edge of the platform. He swears again, having hoped the tower would be empty, but then he notices you shuddering and hears your sniffles.

“Is this where everyone goes when they’re upset?” Barty Crouch Jr. asks, taking a step towards you, unsure of how you felt about having company. He had wanted to be alone so maybe you did too.

You turn your head to look at him. Your face is flushed and eyes red. Tears streak your face. Barty decides that you look too pitiful to leave alone. He sits down next to you, letting his legs dangle over the edge of the platform and leaning backwards.

“Misery loves company, doesn’t it?” he asks, cocking his head to the side as he looks at you.

You smiled softly, although it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Depends on the company you keep.”

“Well, I came up here to be alone.” He kicks his legs in the open air. “But you’re not a Slytherin so I’ll give you a chance.”

“And you’re not a Gryffindor so I won’t ask you to leave.”

He chuckles and gives you a half smile. “Lions and snakes can be too much from time to time.”

“You can say that again. … What’d they do to you?”

“Evan… He’s hiding something from me and it’s not good. He needs to let me in, but it’s hard to convince him when everyone, Black, Snape, Avery, Wilkes, tells me to drop it. God forbid I try to be involved in my boyfriend’s life…” Barty sighs. “Everyone ganged up on me, even Pandora.”

“Didn’t know you and Evan… Rosier?”

“Yeah, Rosier. We don’t make it a habit to snog in the corridors like the other Black.”

You grimace. The other Black was your issue.

“What?”

“The other Black…”

Barty’s eyes widen. “You and him? I thought I heard he was…”

“We’re not,” you cut him off. “Which is why I’m up here.”

“I need a distraction from Ev… What’s up with that little blood traitor?”

You glare at Barty. “I’m not going to talk to you if you’re going to be like that.”

“Sorry, habit. What’s the other Black up to?”

You shake your head and adjust so your legs hang over the edge too. You sniffle again and blink away tears that threaten to stream down your face again.

“How am I supposed to know if he likes me if I keep hearing that he’s going into a broom closet with a new girl every other day?”

“You like him?” Barty asks. “Of course you do. Just about every girl has a fantasy about him.”

You scoff. “Every girl… Yeah. That’s part of the problem. He all but told me that I’m the reason he’s snogging every girl in our year. And yours. And then some.”

“You’re the reason?”

“Something like James would kill him if he touched me so he touches everyone else.” You roll your eyes and lean forward into the metal railing. “And then Remus goes off and says he’s fairly certain that Sirius really does like me in the way I like him. And James constantly acting like I need protection from his friends. And every time I think I’ve collected myself and reburied my feelings for Black, Marlene and Mary come around and talk about who they saw him with.” You shake your head. “I’m sorry, it’s stupid.”

“Your stupid problem is better than thinking about mine. I know Ev will be cooled off when I get back and we’ll be fine. Your problem is… more.”

“Do the Slytherins think Sirius has some checklist of every girl he needs to snog before graduation?” you ask, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Not that I know of, but I’m around Reg a lot and we don’t talk about his brother in front of him unless we have a death wish.” He pauses. “Poor wording because some of us do… We don’t talk about him.”

“Hmm… It’s definitely a topic among Gryffindors. Obviously.”

“He’d never be able to finish it.”

You give him a confused look as you sniffle again.

“You and that redhead. The one your brother and Snape are obsessed with.”

You laugh softly. “Yeah, Lily would never kiss Sirius. Even for a dare. She’d rather do just about anything else.”

“And I call that a success!” Barty says with a smile. “Got the crying girl to laugh.”

“That you did…”

“May regret asking this, but what set you off? Why are you here now? Sounds like you’re just eternally pining.”

“Marlene said she saw Black snogging Burbage.”

“She’s younger than me.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Gross.”

“Yeah.” You sigh and feel tears fall again.

Your mind keeps telling you it was stupid to be jealous over a silly fourth year, but it was unfair. Barty notices you starting to cry again.

“Come here,” he says as he puts his arm around you.

While he and Evan would fight, he hoped they would never make each cry like this. The girl he had only ever seen as a force to be reckoned with was reduced to a puddle of emotions. You rest your head on Barty’s shoulder. It gives you a little bit of comfort to be hurting with someone else.

---

“She’s where with who?” James yells in their dorm.

When the girls had returned from the library and asked if you were in their room, they were met with confused stares from the boys. They hadn’t seen you since dinner and they had been in the common room all evening. While the girls shared looks of minor confusion, the boys shared looks of worry. The boys had immediately gone up to their dorm and opened the map. Each scanned a different section, looking for your name.

“She’s in the astronomy tower with Junior,” Peter repeats.

“Is she trying to get herself killed?”

“You seem far more concerned about her being with Junior than you did with her going off to fight poachers,” Sirius mutters, going to sit on his bed.

James turns to glare at him.

“What does that mean?”

“Just questioning what, or who, you think counts as dangerous.”

“You damn well know that Junior is dangerous,” James growls.

“Oh, I do know that, Prongs. But I’m not. I’m not a threat to her.”

“We aren’t talking about this right now, Padfoot. She is actually in danger right now!”

“Should we be concerned that their names aren’t moving?” Peter asks, still looking at the map. ��Neither one has even shifted so they aren’t walking around or nothing.”

The two boys look over at Peter, anger fading from their faces and being replaced with fear and concern.

“That’s it. I’m going to get her,” James announces, moving for the door before Remus stops him.

“Like hell you are,” he says firmly. “In case you’re more dense than I think you are, you’re not her favorite person right now. I don’t think it’s wise that you go.”

“Then who’s going to go? Can’t really ask Lily to go fetch her without explaining the map.”

“Padfoot, you go see if she’s okay,” Remus decides. “Just… don’t overreact to whatever you’re walking into.”

Sirius doesn’t need to be told twice. He slips out of the door behind Remus, shooting James a gloating face. Once the door is closed, Remus lets James go.

“Tell me how Padfoot is going to handle that situation better than I would,” James demands.

“First off, you would walk in and blast Junior off the tower. Don’t act like you wouldn’t. And like I said, she is still angry with you. You going would only make things worse between you two,” Remus starts to explain. “Second, it would’ve been best if I went, but then I’d be leaving you and Padfoot alone and I didn’t feel like returning to a blood bath.”

James frowns, although he could see the logic behind Remus’ actions. He doesn’t need to ask why they didn’t send Peter; he didn’t have what it might take to get you away from Barty if it came to that.

Sirius’ stomach churns when he sees Barty’s arm around you. You appear to be willingly leaning into his side. You are sitting at the edge of the platform, legs hanging over the edge and resting against the bars. Keeping quiet as he lingers in the doorway, he can hear you having a whispered conversation. You were sniffling. After a few minutes of watching them and feeling sick, Sirius makes his presence known.

“Hey, pumpkin,” he says softly, causing both of them to jump at the sound of his voice. “Everyone’s looking for you.”

Barty glares at Sirius. They had never gotten along, especially with Barty being one of Regulus’ closer friends.

“Piss off, Black. We’re having a conversation,” he spits, still holding onto you although it was a looser grip.

You had turned your body and propped one of your legs up on the platform. You wipe your nose and sniffle. Now that you were looking at Sirius, he could see that your eyes were red and puffy from crying.

“Everyone can piss off, actually,” you say, voice shaky. “They can handle a night without me.”

You let your leg fall back over the edge as you turn back to looking over the horizon. Barty follows suit. Sirius walks closer to you and sits down only a short distance away, resting his back against a pillar.

“Well, I’m not going back without you. So, carry on. I’ll walk you back when you’re ready.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head, not that Sirius saw either.

“Black, I would’ve thought by now you’d be able to tell when you aren’t wanted,” Barty says, venom dripping from his words. “Get out of here before I make you.”

“Last I checked, she was more my friend than yours,” Sirius replies.

“Guess you haven’t checked recently.”

Sirius narrows his eyes at Barty as his arm pulls her waist closer to his.

“Guess fate is being extra cruel tonight,” Barty mutters to you and you nod in agreement. “I’m going to be fine, but are you?”

“Eventually, I assume,” you say. “I just feel defeated, and that doesn’t help.”

“What did I do?” Sirius asks, knowing that he was what you were referring to.

You and Barty look over at him.

“The fact that you have to ask…” you sigh with a sniffle.

“Do you want me to go?” Barty asks.

“Yes,” Sirius answers.

“I wasn’t asking you, Black,” Barty snarls. “Potter? I’m not leaving you with him unless you ask me to.”

Sirius gapes at Barty. The Slytherin seemed genuinely concerned to leave you alone with Sirius, someone you had been alone with many times before. He doesn’t understand why people weren’t trusting him to be around one of his friends. He didn’t think he had done anything to earn that.

“Stay,” you say.

The one word hits Sirius hard. He feels like he is going to throw up. In what world would you be asking Barty Crouch Jr. to stay?

“What the hell, love?” Sirius asks.

You shoot him a hurt look. “Burbage? Really?”

He groans and runs a hand through his hair.

“Is that what this is about? I thought we talked about this.”

You let out a cold and empty laugh. “We talked about this? No. You were just incredibly cryptic about some feelings you may or may not have as you let James run your life.”

“So you get with Crouch?”

You and Barty look at each other and make faces of disgust before slightly pushing away from each other, as if suddenly becoming aware of how close they actually were.

“We… no. Absolutely not,” you stutter.

“I don’t… I’m taken,” Barty says.

“He is,” you confirm with a nod.

You scoot back from the ledge, still sitting much closer to Barty than you were to Sirius. Barty does the opposite, leaning further over the railing and slumping like a rag doll. Sirius looks from one to the other.

“Then what is this?”

“One upset person comforting another?” Barty offers.

“And you’re upset?” Sirius challenges, not quite believing him.

“You don’t seem upset nor are you comforting Potter. So that would leave me being the other upset person. Yes.”

“Whatever. Darling, can we go?”

“No?”

“Hey, come on.”

“No.”

Barty gives you a wary look. Then he stands up, moving slowly toward the door.

“I’m going… to go. You two… need to talk.”

“Barty, no,” you plead. Your eyes looked ready to cry again. “Please, stay.”

“No, bye bye Barty,” Sirius says, standing up.

Sirius claps Barty on the shoulder, walks him to the doorway and makes sure he leaves. Then he walks over to you and holds out his hand.

“Come on, darling. Let’s go.”

You don’t take his hand. You spin where you sit to face away from him. Whenever he moved to be in front of you, you’d spin again. You know you are acting like a stubborn child, but you feel that you’ve earned that. He allows you to act like this for a few minutes before he gest tired of it.

“Pumpkin, come on. If you don’t come with me, I’ll have to go back and James will come get you.”

You make a disgruntled face and finally take Sirius’ hand.

“What did Junior mean by we need to talk?” Sirius asks as you walk toward the stairs.

“The Marauders need to get their shit together,” you say, not looking back at him and starting to descend the stairs.

Sirius follows you, picking up his speed to stay just one step behind you.

“So it’s not just me?”

You stop abruptly. Sirius bumps into you and you have to grab onto the railing to stop yourself from falling.

“Prongs needs to keep himself in check. He needs to stay in his lane. Moony needs to stop getting a girl’s hopes up. You need to go after that one girl you like and stick to her. I’m tired of hearing about a new girl’s tongue down your throat every day.” You pause. You had brought their friend group’s name into it so you had to name everyone. “Wormtail… uh, needs to be less of an idiot. Get him a real sense of humor or something.”

“And you told Junior all of that?”

“Yes.”

You walk the rest of the way back to Gryffindor Tower in silence. Sirius isn’t sure what to say that would make you feel better so he settles on silence. You still sniffled a few times, but they were getting less frequent. You seem to be more furious now than sad, which was something of a win. When you enter the common room, you both keep walking to your individual dorms. You go straight to bed, closing the curtains around so that no one will bother you. Sirius is met with James, Remus and Peter anxiously waiting.

“Took you damn long enough,” James says as soon as Sirius walks through the doors. “What did that bastard do to her?”

“Gee, no Thanks Padfoot, thanks for getting my sister back safe and sound?” Sirius mocks. His mind is still stuck on what you had said to him about all of them. He sighs. “If what they both said is true, they simply talked. She was crying; he comforted her.”

“What was she crying about?” Peter asks.

Sirius makes eye contact with Remus. It seems like Remus knew immediately what she was crying about, but Sirius couldn’t bring himself to say it in front of James.

“Coudn’t get it out of her,” he lies.

---

You follow the girls around Hogsmeade on Saturday. You don’t really care where the group goes and you are able to mostly drown out their conversations. Your brain is empty. It is easier for it to be empty than to think about everything that made you cry the previous night.

Mary, Lily, Marlene and her girlfriend, Dorcas, carry their own conversations and manage to stick together as a group all day. They don’t seem to notice that you are in your head. They just make sure that you are still tagging along, not left behind anywhere.

“It’s good to get out of the castle for a good, safe time,” Mary had told you this morning when she insisted that you come instead of rotting in bed all day as you had planned to.

The group is heading back into Hogsmeade Square from Dogwood and Deathcap when they run into the Marauders in the cemetery. No one questions why they were messing around the tombs. With them, it is better to just accept it and move on with your day. The boys insist that they all go to the Three Broomsticks and end their day with as many butterbeers as they could drink. You, being determined to not talk to any of the boys, pinch the bridge of your nose as the girls enthusiastically agree. Lily hangs back as the boys lead the way to the pub.

“We could probably sneak back to the castle,” Lily mutters to you as you follow the group at a short distance.

“So you’re delusional,” you reply. “James will most certainly notice you’re gone.”

“They would notice you’re gone too… Don’t think I haven’t taken note of how quiet you’ve been.”

“I didn’t want to come here in the first place,” you hiss.

Lily reaches out to grab your hand and interlocked your fingers. “Well, we can suffer through butterbeers together. And then rot in our beds tomorrow.”

“Lily Evans doesn’t rot,” you snort.

You allow the girl to pull you into the Three Broomsticks after your friends. They somehow managed to push two tables together to accommodate their large group, which is an impressive feat given how busy the pub always was when students visited the village in troves. It doesn’t take long for Madam Rosmerta to get foaming mugs of butterbeer in front of everyone. The group sat divided by gender at the table. You made sure to sit on the same side of the table as James so if you accidentally looked down the table, you had a near impossible chance of making eye contact with him. It helped that he was at the complete opposite end of the table. Although Lily had said you would be suffering through butterbeers together, she is quickly engulfed into an animated conversation with Dorcas, Remus and Peter. Mary and Marlene were listening intently, but didn’t offer much to the conversation. James and Sirius appeared to be in their own world at their end of the table. You were content ignoring everyone’s conversations.

You slowly sip on your drink, looking around the pub. A handful of Slytherins are sitting at a table in the corner. You somehow manage to catch Barty’s eye and you share a small smile. Next to him sat the blond Evan Rosier and he was throwing back drinks and laughing loudly. You could see what Barty saw in him. There was a certain lightness to him.

“Mind if I sit here?” a voice asks, bringing your attention to a boy standing at the end of the table with a chair in hand.

“What?”

You recognize him from classes. Davey Something, Ravenclaw. You never really paid him any attention.

“Can I sit here? All my friends went back to the castle already.”

“Uh, yeah, sure. Davey, right?” you ask, pulling your mug closer to you.

He sits kitty corner to you, despite there being empty space across from you. You assume that he didn’t know that no one was sitting there.

“That’s my name,” he replies with a smile.

He glances down the table to the rest of the Gryffindors and Dorcas. None of them seem to notice or care that someone new has joined their table.

“Anything interesting going on in Gryffindor Tower lately?” Davey asks, returning his gaze to you. “Most interesting thing to happen in Ravenclaw is a fourth year beat a seventh year in Wizards’ Chess.”

You chuckle and take a sip of your butterbeer.

“Oh, there is always something happening in our tower,” you say. “I slapped James. Argued with him in front of the entire common room. Sirius pulled an all-nighter for no reason. He’s also been snogging anything that moves in a skirt.”

Davey’s smile dips slightly. “Been snogging you?”

“No,” you say with an eye roll, before chuckling as you continue. “James banned him from being within a meter of me for that very reason.”

“That what you argued with him about?”

“Part of it. He’s been acting like I can’t handle myself. Like I had a simple chat with Remus and James threw a fit.”

“He got pissy because you were hanging out with his mates?”

“Yes! That’s also why he got slapped. Those were two different days…” You pause as you glance down the table. “And from what I can tell, he’s still on his bullshit.”

“Definitely is bullshit,” Davey agrees. His brilliant blue eyes looked deep into your eyes. “I think the whole castle knows how capable you are at handling yourself.”

“Do I really have a reputation of more than being the female Potter?” you ask, eyebrows raised.

“Oh, darling, you do.”

“Tell me about it.”

You take a drink of your butterbeer, draining it. Rosmerta is quick to bring around another one and one for Davey as well. You hadn’t noticed that he didn’t have a mug in front of him previously.

“If you didn’t have Sirius or James as your perpetual dueling partners, you’d have trouble finding one in Defense class. You’re.. too good. It’s almost scary.”

You smile widely with a faint blush on your cheeks. You knew you were good at dueling. That’s why you went off to fight poachers when you knew where they were and didn’t bother buying potion ingredients that could be gathered if you ventured a little further than teachers normally approved. You had also been told by many teachers that you were exceptional at dueling, but hearing from a decently cute boy did something to your ego.

“From what I’ve heard, you’re amazing in every subject. We don’t have many together anymore. But when we were younger, I remember seeing you taunt James whenever you got a better grade than he did… which was pretty often.”

“What’s the point of having a twin if you can’t be better than him,” you laugh.

“Are you better than him at quidditch?”

You groan at that question. “No…”

“Darn. I was hoping you could make the Gryffindor team better.”

You lightly hit Davey’s shoulder playfully.

“Gryffindor is a damn good team!”

“Your seeker is trash!”

You take a second to think about who your seeker is.

“Isn’t he a second year? Cut the kid some slack!”

Davey laughs. “But if he’s the best that tried out? I’m doubting the captain’s skills.”

“Too bad that isn’t a James diss. For some reason he wasn’t made captain this year, but he was last year. Quidditch politics baffle me.”

“I’d try to explain them, but I think they differ by house.”

“You’re not on Ravenclaw’s team?”

“I’m not, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have friends who are.”

“James likes to make it his entire personality so I’ve become fairly good at tuning it all out. There are better things to focus on.”

“Yeah? What captures your pretty little brain?”

“During the summer and over breaks, I’m a top-tier chef and baker. I honestly don’t know what my parents eat while we’re at school because I literally make every meal when I’m home.”

“You cook? Isn’t that what house elves are for?”

“Not everyone has, or needs, an elf,” you say firmly. “But, like, cooking is good for distracting my brain. Although I could be better in Potions…”

“You’re in N.E.W.T. level Potions. I’m sure you’re fine,” Davey assures you, placing his hand over yours on the table. “What else do you do besides dueling, cooking and looking beautiful?”

You feel yourself blush more.

“Merlin, this sounds nerdy, but I really do love learning about obscure magic. Haven’t gotten my hands on any good books yet this year because they are usually deep in the Restricted Section and Pince has been watching it like a hawk.”

“Obscure magic? Very Ravenclaw of you.”

You were trying to not look at his hand that was still on yours. His gaze is fixed intently on you. You have all of his attention.

“I plan on either being an Auror or an Unspeakable after school so a deep understanding of magic is important.”

“Look at you. Big ambitions.”

You look down at your empty mugs. You aren’t entirely sure when either of you had finished your drinks but apparently you had. You cast a quick glance down the table as well. You don’t know why you are relieved that no one was paying attention to you, all completely engulfed in one large conversation now.

“Want to get out of here?” you ask, looking back to Davey.

He smiles widely at your suggestion. He stands up and pulls out your chair to help you up.

“Thought you’d never ask,” he whispers into your ear. “Lead the way.”

You take Davey’s hand and you head for the door. You make sure to bump into James’ chair.

“Oops,” you say with a giggle before pulling Davey out of the pub into the autumn evening.

James and Sirius watch you leave with equal looks of distaste.

“Where’s she going?” Sirius asks.

“Better yet, who the fuck is she with?” James follows up.

The rest of the table turns to look but the door has already closed behind you. Despite wanting to follow them, Sirius and James return their attention to the group’s discussion about whether the foul smelling liquid from Gobbstones would cover up the smell of Amortentia. They hadn’t discussed the potion in class yet, but they had heard of the powerful love potion.

You and Davey walk around Hogsmeade, weaving in between buildings. There’s easy conversation between you, nothing too deep or heavy. You can tell by the way he looks at you and lets his touch linger that he’s looking for something more, but conversation feels so platonic. It feels like two acquaintances getting to know each other, which is what it was. You can’t deny that Davey��s attractive, but there’s no draw to him besides a little bit of attention and maybe some revenge aimed at Sirius and James. You find yourself in the garden outside of the village, walking up to the platform that overlooks the Black Lake. The distant glow of Hogsmeade lights it up just right so it feels far more romantic. As you lean over the ledge, you wonder if Sirius’ method of snogging someone else helps you get over them. Looking at Davey, or his lip if you’re being precise, you debate giving it a shot.

Then there’s a burst of noise that makes both of you jump and look over your shoulders. You can barely see the Three Broomsticks and the herd of people leaving it. It isn’t hard to tell that they are arguing. You can pick out James, Sirius, Lily and Dorcas’ voices. Both of you stare for a moment before looking back at each other.

“What do you think happened after we left?” he asks.

You shrug. “Not sure.”

“Don’t be rash!” Lily yells.

“I’m going to kill him!”

“James! Slow down!” Dorcas yells.

“When I find them, I’m going to kill him!”

“And I’m helping!” Sirius adds.

“Like hell you are,” James resorts.

“There!” Marlene exclaims, her voice sounding more cheerful than the others.

You turn to look at Davey nervously when you notice that Marlene is pointing in your direction and the group begins running. James and Sirius shrug off Lily and Dorcas’ grips on them as they tried to hold the boys back. The two are in a full on sprint with the rest of the group jogging behind them. It appeared that they came to the conclusion that none of them could outrun them.

“Gudgeon, step away from her,” James snarls once he reaches the platform.

Davey raises his eyebrows at your brother. “Why?”

“Because he bloody told you to, you git,” Sirius adds, heaving from running.

“But why?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest as you turn to fully face them. “He came out here with me.”

“And you’re coming back with us,” James says. “Been a long day, time to go home.”

You hum and look at Davey.

“I think I want to stay out a little longer.”

Davey smiles widely at you and then looks back at James and Sirius. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he throws an arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his side.

“You boys heard ‘er. She wants to stay.”

“James,” Lily warns as the rest of the group approaches.

She noticed before you that he had started to reach for his wand. James looks at Lily.

“Lils, you must-” he starts to say, but then Sirius is ripping Davey’s arm off of you and picking you up to throw you over his shoulder.

Your yelp of surprise is what cut off James’ excuse to Lily.

“SIRIUS BLACK, YOU PUT ME DOWN!” you holler, trying to remove yourself from his grip.

“Ready to go?” he simply asks the rest of the group.

“Yeah, I’m good,” James answers, much more calm than he had been moments before.

Davey watches as Sirius carries you in the direction of the castle, followed by James and the rest of the group. Peter and Remus bring up the rear, shooting him glares for having gone near you. While the girls didn’t seem to approve of how Sirius and James had gone about getting you away from Davey or why they had, they do seem to support getting you back to the castle.

“Sirius, are you going to put me down?” you ask, sounding defeated.

“No.”

“Why’d you leave the group?” Dorcas asks, moving into your line of sight.

“Too loud and hot,” you lie. You weren’t about to say that you were looking for a pretty distraction from the irritation your brother and boy carrying you caused you.

“Just talk to us next time, yeah? We’ll leave,” James says. “Afterall, you know the buddy system.”

“I had a buddy,” you correct him. “Davey is a just fine buddy.”

“A buddy who just wants to get into your pants,” Marlene sings.

“Huh?”

“He’s just looking for a quick shag, darling,” Mary clarifies.

“Which is why we came to your rescue!” Sirius says.

“Rescue or ambush?” you grumble. “Maybe I wanted a quick shag too.”

The rest of the walk back to Hogwarts is quiet. Your ribs have grown sore from being slung over Sirius’ shoulder and your head feels light. At one point, you close your eyes and just listen to the crunching of leaves underfoot.

“Alright, down you go, pumpkin,” Sirius says as you arrive at the entrance to Hogwarts’ grounds. “Figure you can walk from here.”

He puts you down gently and all you can do is glare at him. You walk slowly into the grounds and the group takes that as a sign that all is well.

“Marls, come on. I got something for you in the dungeons,” Dorcas says, grabbing Marlene’s hand and pulling her toward the castle.

The rest of the group follows suit, picking up their pace to get inside the warmth of the castle. You, however, keep your slow pace. You certainly aren’t in the mood to be sitting with them around the fire in the common room after you were literally hauled back. Sirius is the only one who lingers with you.

“You alright?” he asks quietly, bumping shoulders with you.

You sigh and look up at him. Damn those grey eyes and how warm they make you feel.

“Just tired of James acting like he controls my life.”

Sirius nods and takes a deep breath.

“Come with me,” he says and holds out his hand for you to take.

You hesitate. Your mind is screaming both to take it and to slap it away. How dare he offer his hand to you after being the one to carry you back? But, also, he was offering it to you, giving you the choice to take it. So you do. You take his hand and let him lead you down some stairs to a secluded area near the greenhouses. Light shimmers through their windows, giving the small clearing a subtle glow.

“I think James would back off you a bit if I stopped listening to him about some things,” Sirius mutters, standing in front of you. A gentle hand tucks some of your hair behind your ear and lingers there for a moment.

He’s looking at you like he did that day on the couch, like you were the only one who existed in all of Hogwarts, in all of the world. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to understand what he was saying. All of your focus was on the hand that softly held your cheek. He takes a step toward you and before you can process anything, his lips are brushing up against yours. It’s soft and gentle and momentary.

“I think I can tolerate him more if you do that again,” you mumble.

And he does. The second is still soft and gentle, but it lasts longer. It only deepens slightly when he places his other hand on your waist. Sirius is holding you with a featherlight touch like he doesn’t want to break you, but his hand never leaves your cheek. Inside, despite what you just said, he fears that if he lets go, you will disappear and leave him.

“You could never be a checked box. Because you’re everything,” Sirius whispers.

“Then stop with your stupid list, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

"Good, because I think I like this a little too much."

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✧.* CHAPTER 14 || The Classroom Incident

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, ridiculously filthy smut, a tinge of fluff, & an annoying semi-cliffhanger.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.1k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

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——"MR. FUSHIGURO, T-THIS IS so embarrassing..." You whined with glossy eyes and a pout on your face. Obviously, you didn't want to make a fool of yourself like this.

Not that the man cared regardless, "I know, that's why I'm making you do it." Toji scoffs.

"I thought..." You swallow, "I thought you said you wanted me to, mh... t-to talk about myself?"

Your hips are moving at a very slow pace, dragging your panty-clad cunt over Toji's muscular thigh with nothing but shame and embarrassment coursing through your veins. Light pants are leaving your lips and the feeling of Toji's eyes all over your body makes you feel utterly jittery.

"I do," Toji hums, "So tell me why you were late."

You've got one hand in front of you and the other just barely holding onto the man's arm. "W-While I...?"

"Yep." He finishes.

You glance behind you for a second, looking back to the closed classroom door. "Sir, what if someone comes in-"

"Better hurry up then, no?" Your thighs squeeze around his and he chuckles at you. Toji lifts a hand to your chin again and turns your head toward him, "We don't have all day."

You grit your teeth slightly and continue the slow grinding against his thigh. "I was late because of... mmh... t-traffic, I told you this already." You lie.

He scoffs, "So traffic is the reason why yer' drippin' all over my leg right now?"

"I-"

His hand moves and two fingers are placed on your lower lip, "I'm not dumb. Either you tell me the truth or," His fingers slide into your mouth and he pushes down on your bottom row of teeth to part your lips. "I'll start makin' my own assumptions."

You cannot tell the man what you were doing that made you late. That's worse than what you're doing right now-- having to explain your whorish activities? Yeah, you're not doing it.

Instead, you sit there lightly riding his leg and providing yourself minimum satisfaction while staring at him with pleading eyes. When Toji realizes you have no plans on telling the truth, his two fingers slide into your mouth and press down onto your tongue.

He sighs, "Fine then, sit there quietly and hump me like a bitch in heat."

The throb that you feel in between your legs is enough to make you hum against his digits lodged into your mouth.

Toji shakes his head at you, "Y'know, for someone worried about someone walking in here, you're movin' pretty slow."

"Mmgh.." You hum quietly.

"C'mon," He moves his other hand and gives you a light tap on your ass, "Move faster."

The movement of your hips speeds up ever so slightly and you gradually allow your arousal to take over the embarrassment you feel. Your eyelids get even lower, your body movement grows more consistent and sensual, and you moan gently around Toji's thick fingers.

The man bites his lip, "That's it, good girl."

"M-Mmh..."

"Y'like that?" He asks rhetorically, "Hmph, didn't take you as someone who'd like praises this much."

You weakly nod your head. The man suddenly flexes his thigh and you moan desperately over his skin, the sensation of his muscles pushing up into your cunt as you drag yourself over him is almost overwhelming.

Toji's sitting there so confidently too. With you on one of his legs grinding slowly and one of his fingers lodged into your mouth, he's enjoying the sigh all too well.

He abruptly presses down on your tongue, "I wonder... y'like being degraded too?"

Your head nods in response, "Mhm."

He flashes a sexy smile at you, "Of course you do."

You move your hands and wrap them around his wrist, carefully pulling his fingers out of your mouth, "Sir..."

"Hm?" Toji hums. He's so entertained by every little thing you do.

"C-Can you..." You draw his hand down and gently place it over your chest, "Can you touch me, please?"

Toji nearly choked on the air he was breathing. "Touch you?" He repeated, baffled.

You merely drag his hand further down, causing his finger to get caught in the opening of your shirt. "Please Mr. Fushiguro," You whispered.

Your voice was whiney, eyes glossy, your back slightly arched so that your chest was more prominent toward the man, and you'd yet to stop the dry humping of your cunt over his thigh.

The man tiredly rolls his eyes at you, "Only under one condition." He tells you as his hand begins to move without your guidance. "You leave right after you cum and then, if you behave well enough," Toji suddenly leans toward you and whispers in your ear, "I'll fuck you nice and hard next week."

The man doesn't miss the way your pussy throbs over his leg. Your head nods in agreement and you're quick to whisper back, "O-Okay," You murmur.

Toji sits back, "Good, now put your hands behind your back and don't move em' til' I say so."

It's slow but you do as you're told and place your hands behind you and on his knee. "Like this?" You ask in a sweet tone.

"Mhm," He bites his lower lip, "Jus' like that."

All of your disheveled state is on full display to the man. From the undone buttons on your shirt that reveal your cleavage to the spread of your legs over his as you ride him slowly, Toji drinks in and savors the sight of you.

His hands move to hover over your thighs, the teasing lack of contact giving you goosebumps. "What a naughty student I have," Toji tuts, "Wantin' me to touch her..."

Those large veiny hands of his are finally placed onto your skin and you immediately sigh in relief. They then slide up along your body, his hands calloused and rough against your supple skin. Toji's grip goes beneath your skirt and he rests his hands on your hips.

His fingers press into your skin and you gasp when Toji suddenly jerks your body forward. The motion caused your cunt to rut over his muscles and the feeling was enough for you to feel slightly jaded.

"F-Fuck," You moan softly.

It was a pleasant drag of your beyond-soaked panties rubbing over your clit along with the man's toned thigh that made your mind stutter and your body overheat. Toji's narrowed eyes watch your expression closely, silently enjoying how into this you are.

Surprising you again, his thigh flexes for a second time and he grinds you back against the muscle.

Toji then leans to your ear again, "That feels good, huh?" You bite your lip and nod, to which he smirks, "You're so fuckin' wet right now, soakin' my pants like some desperate little whore."

"Hhngh..." You squeak out.

Toji's hands slide over to your ass, palming the flesh in his hand and squeezing you hard. "I wonder what you were up to before comin' here," He whispers, "Probably out there bein' a slut, right?"

"N-No sir," You whisper back breathlessly.

One of his hands returns to your hip and the other moves to your waist. You feel the man caress the side of your body before he slips a hand under your top.

Toji laughs at the way you're still so obviously lying to him. "Look at ya' now though..." He shakes his head slowly and you squirm as his hand goes under your bra and fondles your breast. "How long have you wanted this?" He questions.

Your lips part to reply, "H-Hah... I... mmh..."

He only makes it more difficult to speak when the hand on your hip shifts over. The sudden feeling of his thumb pressing into your clit as you roll your hips forward makes your body spasm and you fall into the man in shock.

Your head rests in the crook of his neck and your heavy breath is felt against his neck. "Oh fuck," You whine.

Toji's thumb rolls around the sensitive bud and your stomach churns, "That feel good?"

"Uhuh," You nod dumbly into his neck.

Your grinding grows a bit more needy and aggressive so that you can constantly feel his thumb on your clit. Each time you roll your hips forward, his thumb presses into you harder and the pleasure is so relieving.

"Think my cock would feel good too, don't you?" Toji questions, his lewd words driving heat straight to your gut.

You can't help but nod your head again, this time a little more desperately.

The professor scoffs, "That's what you really want, isn't it?"

"Hah... y-yeah, fuck..." You murmur honestly.

"Aw," He coos, "So that's why you're really here. You don't care about that silly project of yours, you just want some dick."

You're starting to feel lightheaded with how aroused you are by the situation. "I-I..." You try to speak but the only thing that comes out of your mouth coherently is a moan.

The hand on your breast gives you one last squeeze before it moves. "Too horny to speak now?" Toji teases.

"M-Mhm..."

He scoffs, "Poor girl. You wouldn't even be able to handle me."

"I would... mgh..." You argue.

"Think so?" Toji challenges and you nod in response.

The man then shocks you by shifting your entire body. You go from sitting on his thigh to his crotch, and the sudden contact of his large hard cock pressing up into your cunt makes your jaw drop.

Both of Toji's hands latch onto your waist and then slide down to your hips, pushing your body down into him as he lifts into you slightly.

"Think you can take it? Huh?" He questions. "Think that lil' hole of yours can even fit every inch of me?" Toji asks cockily.

You give him a lustful smile, "Mhm."

"Words," Toji corrects, "If you think you can handle me, use your words."

You ground yourself into the prominent bulge below you, feeling his hard dick rub up between your folds and dizzying yourself. "I c-can..." You claim, "I... fuck, I need you," You pant.

Precum leaks from the tip of Toji's cock as your words hit his ears and he simply smiles at you, "Need me? Need me to what? C'mon, don't be shy, tell me what you really want."

"I need you to... hah, mgh... fuck me," You say.

Everything was so vivid, the pressure of his cock pushing up against your pussy whilst you rolled your hips over him. It was nothing more than dry humping but you felt so good already, an embarrassing orgasm approaching.

"Yeah?" Toji mocks. He digs his fingers into your hips and holds you in place before he begins to thrust his hips up into you, furthering the friction. "You want me to fuck you?"

"Please." You beg.

Toji rolls his head back and groans, "Damnit."

He couldn't take it anymore. The man moves you off of him and you stumble to your feet, legs shaking slightly from how close you'd been to an orgasm. Your body stubbles back a bit and you use his desk to hold yourself up.

Toji stands from his seat and you watch him walk over to the classroom door and lock it. After which he stands there for a moment and shakes his head.

When he returns to you, you simply stare up at him with pleading eyes. Toji raises a hand to your neck and grabs a light but firm grasp of you.

He leans toward your face and sighs deeply, "I was gonna' make you wait til' next week but y'know what," His hand slides down and to your waist before he lifts you up onto his desk, "If you take my cock like a good girl today, I'll give ya' more next time."

It's almost disgraceful the way you parted your legs and began to lean back for the man, inviting him in. "I-I'm not as fragile as you think..." You tell him.

He pushes you further down so that your back is against the space on his desk, "We'll see about that." Toji scoffs, moving to press his bulge against you one more time.

After one last teasing press, Toji takes his hands and is quick to peel your ridiculously soaked panties off your body. You hear him scoff again as he glances at your soaked cunt beneath your skirt, having no plans of stripping you of anything else just yet.

Your thighs are then pushed upwards with Toji's large build in between your legs. Your legs are quickly pressed together and moved over the man's right shoulder before he wraps his bulky arm around them to keep them pressed to his chest.

You watch as his free hand moves to work his pants off, hearing the sound of his belt unbuckling, and getting discarded to the side as you sit there catching your breath. You just barely catch a glimpse of the man's pants sliding down, his boxers following, and your breath freezes when he spreads your legs and the heavy feeling of his cock rests against your folds.

"S-Shit," You curse, your eyes go wide at the sight of what's in between your legs.

Toji's hands squeeze the underside of your thighs before pressing them up against your chest and folding your body in a way that makes you unable to have any control. His dick rubs between your wet folds, your slick wetting up his length and causing the man to let out a heavy breath.

You were so wet that you could hear the way your moisture spread all over his hard member, the sound extremely obscene and lewd. Neither of you had planned for things to go this way but neither of you was complaining, especially not as Toji finally started pushing himself into you.

Because of the soaked state of your sex, he should've slid right in but you were whining breathlessly as only the tip of his cock pushed into you. He was big, too big. Toji had that taunting smirk on his face the entire time he eased his cock into you, he could tell you were already struggling.

"Thought you could take it," He teases, "What happened?"

Your jaw falls as the tip of his cock nudges against your g-spot, you couldn't even say anything by that point and the man hadn't even started moving yet. Was he all the way in? No, but it damn sure felt like it.

"Ha-ah... ahh..." You moan softly, the sound being the only thing you could manage.

Toji slides his hips back and decides to punish you for your earlier claims of being able to handle him by quickly snapping his hips forward and thrusting every inch of his dick into you. The next moan that left those pretty lips of yours was louder than it should've been.

Something was felt in your core as you clenched around the man and his gaze drops down to where the two of you are connected, "No fuckin' way," Toji scoffs, "Fuckin' slut came all over me from one thrust?"

You move a hand over your mouth to conceal the whimper that leaves you in response. You'd been so worked up from before you came into the classroom and then the man had you riding on his thigh, of course you were going to cum as soon as he entered you.

"Mmmh... 'M s-sorry," You whisper stupidly, completely dazed by your arousal.

Toji chuckles and slides his hips back, "Don't be," His eyes are glued to the messy slick covering his cock, the sight making him twitch inside you, "Fuuuck, it's all messy now 'nd I didn't even do anything." He groans.

After that, the man stops toying with you. He's quick to shove every inch of himself right back into you, hearing the weak moans pour out of your mouth in response. Toji's pace is rough but slow at first, his gaze locked on the way your folds spread around his cock and how wet the sight is.

It was so lewd, such a naughty predicament-- a professor fucking one of his students over his desk. He practically had you in a mating press over the very area where he usually works.

"Oh fuck," The male groaned deeply.

The sound alone had your cunt fluttering around him, which was enough for him to give up on going slow. His weight presses into you as he leans over and your eyes meet his own just as he begins pistoning in and out of your sopping hole.

Even with your hand over your mouth, your moaning was still loud, "Hhnngh... a-aah... f-fuck, wait... mmgh..." You pleaded beneath your palm.

Toji scoffs at you with a smirk on his face, "Don't tell me to wait." He orders, "Fuckin' take it."

He started fucking into you with more vigor, squelching and skin-slapping sounds filling the room. If anyone were to press their ear to the classroom door, it would've been quite obvious what was going on but neither of you cared at that moment.

"You're... hah, ah, t-too b-big-, fuck." You stutter, words coming out broken in between his harsh thrusts.

His head tilts, "You wanted it though, mgh... Wanted' me to fuck you like this."

You couldn't do anything but continue to moan. Nothing could've prepared you for the way Toji started to pound down into you, groaning and grunting at the way your cunt clenched and squelched around his cock.

He suddenly shifts to the side a bit and starts fucking into at a different angle. You swear you're seeing stars by this point because the air was knocked right out of your lungs while Toji pounded every inch of himself into you. His tip was practically making out with your sweet spot, leaving you a moaning mess beneath him.

He drives you over the edge for a second time when he turns his head and suddenly kisses your leg, his soft lips pressing against your new lace stockings before he parts them and licks over the fabric.

"Dirty fuckin' girl," Toji degrades suddenly, "Having me lose myself like this, shit." He whispers against your leg.

Your hand steadily moves from your mouth and tears are soaking your eyelashes, "H-Harder," You choke out, "Fuck me harder."

The man blinks in disbelief and his hips stutter, "Harder?" He scoffs, "Alright then."

Before you have time to process, he's pulling out of you and manhandling your body. He flips you over so that your chest is pressed into the wood below and your ass is in the air. You feel his large hand push down into your back and force you into a mean arch for him.

With no time to process the sudden change, Toji rams himself right back into you. Your eyes cross at the feeling and drool is quick to well up in your mouth. His fat tip bullies into your g-spot all over again and you can feel your hips digging into the edge of the desk.

"F-Fu-uck.." You moan deliriously, once again coming undone in surprise.

Toji's hands go to your hips and he starts pulling you back to meet each of his harsh thrusts, "Take that shit'," He curses lowly, moving to give your ass one hard and loud slap, "Fuckin' slut."

Your pussy is just gushing around the man, eagerly sucking him right back in every time he pulls out. Nothing was quiet, everything was loud and filled the room. Toji didn't care for you to be quiet, he knew nobody could really hear anything unless they were up against the door listening.

"This is all you wanted, huh?" The man taunted you further, "Wanted me to bend you over my desk and fuck you like some kinda whore, hm?"

Your body jerks forward with his every thrust, "M-Mhm..."

Another slap on your ass is felt, "Use your fuckin' words."

"Aah, y-yes, mmh..." You cry out.

Toji moves a hand to the back of your neck and pulls you up off the desk for a second, "Yes what?"

Your eyes roll back, "Y-Yes sir,"

"Say it then," He continues, getting off on hearing the way you're struggling to form sentences. "Tell me this is what you wanted."

"M-Mmgh..." Your jaw goes slack and you're whimpering in between words. "T-This is what-, oh f-fuck... I wanted..." You barely manage out.

"Yeah? Wanted me deep inside you jus' like this, right?" Toji continues on, his voice right in your ear while he pounded into you.

You give a cockdrunk head nod in response, "Y-Yes sir, hah... wanted it s' bad..."

The male leans down and you feel his teeth suddenly latch onto your neck, making you gasp. You think you came again but you're not sure by this point, your mind is consumed with the pleasure Toji's providing for you and you shudder when he brings a hand around your body and pinches your clit.

"Ohmygod," You stammer, your brain reduced to complete mush as a lightheaded feeling weighs in on you.

Toji pushes his lips to your ear, "Cum on my cock one more time f'me," He orders. "You can do that, right? You're a big girl."

His thick fingers swat over your sensitive bud and your legs quake as you come undone just as he's told you to. You can't think straight, see straight, hell, you don't even know if you're breathing properly by this point.

Toji's scarred lips smile against you, "That's it, you're such a good fuckin' girl f'me."

His touch then grows gentle while he moves to hold your waist again, lightly pushing your body down and easing his cock in and out of you at a slower pace. Toji's eyes settle on the creamy sight of your cunt smothering his length and he groans loudly.

"Aagh..." He mutters, hands caressing your body before he pushes your skirt up and gets a full view of your ass. The man smiles before he grabs onto the fat and spreads it further apart so he can really see the thick mess he's made of you.

He watches your slick run over the veins of his cock, enamored by the lew sight of it and biting his lip at the view. "God damn, how many times did you cum... fuck." He sighs.

You're too out of it to respond and Toji simply scoffs. It's slow the way he pulls out of you and empties himself onto your ass. Your legs are still shaking and your breathing is all over the place.

You obviously can't see your face but you're beyond fucked out and you've got drool and tears running down your face. You remain still for a while, trying to collect yourself from what the hell you just did while Toji begins moving to clean all evidence up.

He's quick to wipe the two of you off with some tissues he had in one of the nearby drawers and you even hear the man chuckling as he wipes your essence off the floor. You had quite literally made a complete mess.

Toji soon gives your ass a playful tap, "You gettin' up anytime soon?"

You shake your head, "C-Can't..."

"Can't?" He chuckles, "What, you can't stand up?"

"No." You mumble.

Toji finds your current state cute. "No? C'mon, yes you can."

"No... I can't." You argue back.

"Lemme see you try."

You let out a groan and move to push yourself up. Your legs have a slight shake to them but you manage to stand up. Turning your head back to the man, you pout, "My fucking l-legs hurt."

"Awh," He mocks your facial expression, "You're the one who said you could handle me."

You roll your eyes and grab a nearby tissue to wipe the mess off your face.

Toji chuckles, "Don't be a brat or we're goin' for round two."

You freeze and cut your eye at the man, "...Fuck off."

He shakes his head in disbelief, "And she wants to be a brat anyway." He sighs, "Y'know, I won't be so nice next time."

"You were being nice?" You ask dumbfoundedly.

"Of course I was." Toji hums.

You simply shake your hand at the man and start straightening yourself up to the best of your ability. He watches you for a minute up until you get to the stupid buttons on your shirt that started this whole thing.

Toji walks up to you again and swats your hands away to fix it. You notice how he buttons up your shirt with ease this time and that's when you realize he purposefully didn't fix it earlier.

"You sly bastard," You whisper in a playful banter underneath your breath.

Toji smirks and leans down to you, turning his head so that your lips are to his ear, "What was that?" He tests.

You grit your teeth and decide not to repeat yourself.

He scoffs and leans back up, "That's what I thought."

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The two of you finish cleaning up and Toji helps you out of the room. There's no one in the hallways and you're thankful for that up until you hear someone call your name from behind.

You'd been resting your head on Toji's arm and holding onto him slightly to help yourself walk until you heard the sound.

Your heart had sunk to your toes and you wondered how the hell you were going to explain the way you looked right now.

Turning back slowly, you meet eyes with none other than Choso Kamo.

He seems concerned as he approaches you and the professor, "I thought I recognized you," Choso says casually.

You lean your head off of Toji's large arm and swallow, "Hi Choso," You greet as normally as you can.

He raises a brow, "You okay? What happened?"

"Uhm," Your eyes go to Toji for a split second and he simply looks eager to hear how you're going to explain why you're leaning on him. "My legs gave out on me and Mr. Fushiguro was helping me." You lie all too smoothly, "I'm fine though-"

"I can help you from here," Choso offers, glancing at the man beside you, "If that's alright."

Toji shrugs and Choso's quick but careful to move an arm around your waist and pull you close to him. Your heart is out of control right now and you seriously think you're going to pass out any second now due to your nerves.

"How'd your legs give out?" Choso asks.

"I've been really busy today and uh," You avoid his eyes, "It's that time of the month so..."

Toji can't help the quiet laugh that leaves him, "Kamo, take good care of her." He says before turning and leaving the two of you.

Choso nods in response and watches as the professor disappears down the hall. After which, his eyes go straight to you. "Shouldn't you be lying down or something then?" He asks.

"Well, I... I had class. Being on my period doesn't give me a pass, silly." You sigh.

Choso blinks, "You couldn't skip one day...? I'm sure Mr. Fushiguro wouldn't have cared. And wait," His eyes narrow at you, "You're a Psych major, why are you taking an economics class?"

"Long story." You hum. "I'll explain later."

For a second, he stares. He's studying the state of your face closely, taking in every little detail. "Alright well, you look like you're about to fall over so, can I take you home?"

Your eyes finally meet his, "Something tells me that even if I say no, you're gonna do it anyways."

"I am." Choso chuckles.

"Then yeah, you can take me home." You utter softly.

The man starts helping you walk down the rest of the halfway and out of the building, his hand supportively latched onto your waist the entire time.

As the two of you make it outside, Choso walks you to his car and your eyes widen a little. The man drives an all-black Mustang GT and god damn the way the car just fits him.

In the middle of your admiration, Choso leans too close to your ear unintentionally, "Do you have cramps?"

"Huh, what?" You blink.

"Are you cramping right now?" He clarifies.

"Uh, yeah kinda." You lie again, nearly forgetting what you'd told him.

He nods, "Alright, I think I have pain meds but I'm not sure if it'll help."

Yep. You're one hundred percent falling for this man. You're not even actually on your period but fucking hell, Choso is so boyfriend material that it hurts that you're unsure if things would work out with him.

You find yourself dazed as you stare at his face while he unlocks his car and moves to open the door. Once his door is open, he looks at you and furrows his brows.

"What?" Choso asks, wondering why you're staring at him so intently.

Part of you wanted to say that you think you're in love with him but maybe you're brain is still mushy because of Toji...

"Thank you," You whisper.

He doesn't know why but his heart feels a little weird, "No problem." Choso says back, quickly snatching his eyes off you before he loses himself.

Oh, you're so fucked. As he seats you in his car and soon drives you home, you find yourself stuck in your brain.

This whole thing is terrible...

You definitely like Choso. You and Geto have slept with each other more times than you think you should've. You just fucked a professor. You still have other guys to seduce. And Gojo Satoru is still an asshole.

By the time you get home and part from Choso, you feel like you want to cry again. Had it not been for this stupid list, you probably could've asked Choso out by now. You could've been in a happy relationship and had no problems to worry about, aside from getting a job and having money of course.

As you shut your apartment door, you tipped your head forward and groaned.

"Fuck." You hate everything right now.

How do you fix it? How do you get yourself out of this? What can you do to give yourself a positive outcome??

"Someone seems stressed," A voice points out from somewhere behind you.

You think your eye twitches at the sound alone and you get angry all too quickly.

It's none other than Gojo Satoru; the man to blame for your current unhappiness.

GOJO SATORU ✔︎

GETO SUGURU ✔︎

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎

KAMO CHOSO ☐

NANAMI KENTO ☐

??? SUKUNA ☐

??? NAOYA ☐

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And They Were Roommates!

Part 2 AO3

Steve didn’t hate him exactly.

He was just… vastly irritated by his very presence.

When they’d fallen into being roommates with Eddie, Steve and Robin were just happy to have anywhere to live.

They’d spent a few weeks living in the ageing BMW after they’d gotten booted by their previous landlord when the rent had spiked again and they couldn’t afford to pay it anymore.

Then Dustin had come to them saying he had a friend that had a spare bedroom that he needed to fill and they had jumped at the chance.

It wasn’t a terrible apartment, all things considered.

The bathroom needed a bimonthly mould clean out and the water pressure was nonexistent. It was almost always colder inside than it was outside, no matter how hot the weather got and the front door had clear signs of being broken down before, with a new lock haphazardly slapped over where the old one had been but it was shockingly quiet and secluded.

A small and unassuming building that people tended to glance over sitting close enough to the city centre so that everything was within walking distance. It was twice the size of the place Steve and Robin had lived before, an open plan kitchen and sitting room with enough room for a dining table creating a barrier between the two.

A nice dining table too.

One that could fit more than two people.

Two bedrooms, one bathroom.

Eddie had apparently wrinkled his nose at the idea of sharing with a couple but Steve and Robin weren’t about to correct him. He was a completely unknown person who seemed to make it his mission to look mean and scary, no matter what Dustin said about him.

So Steve refused to feel bad about making assumptions.

But the guy was less mean and scary and mostly just annoying.

He left his shit everywhere, like he’d never heard of fucking organisation before. And he was so loud and exuberant all the time. Like yeah, they guy could enjoy his passions or whatever but that didn’t mean Steve had to like being an unwilling participant in it.

When Robin moved out, Steve stayed even though it was clear Eddie would have preferred if he'd gone too.

He wasn’t going to give up a good place just because his roommate was a lot.

And he certainly wasn’t going to give up a good place just because his roommate kept dropping hints he wanted his special someone to move in and Steve to move out.

Steve would show Eddie the meaning of stubborn.

They bickered like an old married couple constantly and Steve couldn’t exactly say that he hadn’t risen to the bait or caused his own fair share of problems between the two of them either.

Things had only marginally shifted once Eddie had proudly stuck up a flyer advertising the set list for the Pride Parade After Party that his band had somehow been signed to perform at.

When he caught Steve looking at it one morning he’d levelled him with his smuggest smile, like he’d just won some kind of argument. Like he was just waiting for Steve to go on a homophobic rant and run out of the apartment, never to return.

“Got a problem there, Stevie boy?”

Eddie crossed his arms loosely over his chest and leaned back against the kitchen counter with a feral look in his eyes, itching for a fight.

Steve had just turned to him with his sharpest, most cutting grin and lifted open the zippered side of his bomber jacket, revealing his bi pride flag patch sewn to the inner pocket.

“No.”

Eddie had glared at the patch like it had personally offended him before storming off to his room with a scowl.

After that, the barbs thrown at each other had gotten a little more… queer.

After one particularly frustrating argument, Steve had snapped at Eddie “I know how to keep a fucking shower drain clean, Mary.” before snatching his keys up and slamming the door behind him.

When Steve had finally seen fit to talk to Eddie again, nearly two full days later, huffing at him to hurry up in the kitchen, he wanted some coffee, Eddie had turned with the most exaggerated face of surprise and his hands thrown up in shock as he proclaimed, “She speaks!”

Steve had rolled his eyes and grumbled, “Jesus, you’re such a queen.”

Eddie had levelled him with his own cutting smile and responded, “That I am, darling.”

After that their arguments were full of a lot more condescending and patronising ‘Mary’s and ‘sweetie’s and ‘oh, honey’s.

It gave Steve the strangest feeling of companionship. Not only with Eddie, loathe as he was to admit it, but also with the culture and with the queers of old who were still around, who’d had to kick and spit and fight just to be seen.

Eddie had been buzzing around the apartment all day.

It was A Big Date Night™ apparently.

He was gonna ask the boyfriend to take a road trip with him back to Indiana to meet Wayne, a big step that he’d never made with a partner before.

Steve liked Wayne. But he liked even more how irritated Eddie was that they spoke. Wayne had called the apartment one day looking for his nephew and when Steve answered he heard the sounds of a game in the background and asked about it.

It was over forty five minutes later Steve turned to find Eddie staring at him with a horrified expression on his face and Steve couldn’t help the evil glint in his eye as he continued to debate Wayne on their favourite players.

But Eddie had left hours ago now and it was getting… late.

Really, really late.

Like four in the morning late and he hadn’t come home yet.

He was supposed to, he needed to be up the next morning for his shift at the nerd shop he worked at and he loved that job. He wouldn't miss it for anything.

Steve wasn’t like, worried or anything.

Not that Eddie needed to be babied, he wasn’t one of his kids.

He was just… looking out for the safety of another human being.

The only light in the dark apartment was coming from the low glow of the tv and it was so quiet there was barely a sound coming from the speaker. Steve was curled up on the couch, swaddled in a throw and his mind kept drifting.

He couldn’t pay attention to whatever was playing, his brain just kept catastrophising about what the fuck could have happened to make Eddie so late.

He nearly jumped out of his skin and simultaneously felt his body unclench when he heard a key in the lock and recognised Eddie's wild head of hair coming into the apartment.

But that didn’t last long because Eddie caught the door before it could close with a loud snap like it usually did, shutting it slowly and softly behind him.

It was alarming because Eddie never remembered to close the door quietly, no matter how much Steve bitched at him. And it wasn’t like he was doing it on purpose, Steve knew that, it’s just that his mind was most often somewhere else, focused on some other thing so that he simply… forgot.

Eddie cursed low to himself as he slumped into the kitchen, pulling the freezer door open and rummaging around for a bit before pulling something out.

He kept his head low, hair spilling out around his face as he jumped up onto the counter and sat.

He still hadn’t noticed Steve sitting there, watching the whole exchange under the dim flickering light of the television.

It looked like Eddie had snatched up a bag of Steve’s frozen peas. And they were Steve’s. Because Eddie didn’t eat anything green unless it was artificially coloured and covered in sugar.

Eddie squeezed the peas in hand hands, considering, before he muttered to himself, “so fucking stupid” and brought them up to rest on the side of his face.

That kicked Steve into action, unfurling himself from the couch, keeping his throw around his shoulders because it was fucking cold and he padded over to the kitchen in his fluffy socks.

“Eddie?”

Frozen peas scattered, skittling across the tiled floor, landing in the sink, ricocheting off the cupboard doors and clattering off the walls as Eddie jumped violently at the sound of his name, softly spoken as it was.

He’d snapped his head up and Steve could see, in the dim light of the tv behind him, unusual darkness spreading over Eddie’s face, like a stain on his pale skin.

Eddie tightened his hands again around the now mostly empty bag, looking back down at it.

“‘M sorry about your peas.” He mumbled.

Steve could only blink in response.

Eddie wasn’t supposed to mumble.

He wasn’t supposed to be quiet and subdued and wilted.

He was supposed to be loud and brash and tawdry and bright.

“I’m gonna turn the light on, okay?” Steve tried to keep any rising panic and worry out of his voice, tried to keep himself calm and level. He could barely just make out the small nod Eddie gave after a beat of hesitation.

The light was harsh and painful after so long spent in mostly darkness and Steve had to squint through his glasses waiting for his eyes to adjust, but when they did he felt his stomach drop.

Eddie's face was scrunched up as he tried to blink through brightness but that wasn’t what caught Steve’s attention.

Because there was blood crusting on the side of Eddie’s face, settled around his eye and in his hair from a gash over his eyebrow. His lip was split and puffy and swollen and his cheek was slowly blooming from red to purple.

“You should see the other guy.” Eddie grinned with a wince, when he noticed Steve cataloguing, but his eyes stayed distant and sad.

“What…” Steve stepped closer, hovering his hand over the injuries, over his hair. “What happened?”

Eddie shrugged, dipping his eyes back down to the melting bag of peas in his hands. “We had a disagreement.”

Steve looked down too and gently took the peas out of his grip, placing the bag in the sink next to them.

It was only then that he noticed Eddie’s knuckles were bloodied as well, split and starting to swell.

He had to swallow against the sickening anger coiling in his throat as he closed a gentle hand around Eddie’s cold fingers and he tugged it over to the sink, turning the tap on.

“Your peas-”

“Fuck the fucking peas, Eddie!” Steve snapped before trying to reel himself back in when Eddie flinched, nearly pulling his hand away but stopping himself at the last moment.

With the softest movements he could manage, Steve got Eddie’s fingers as soapy as he could before slowly working his rings left and right, pulling them off his fingers.

“What are you doing?” It wasn’t quite a whisper but the question was low, almost like a hum.

“Your fingers are going to start to swell soon. I can leave them on if you’d rather have them cut off later?” Steve looked up to see Eddie watching their hands working together under the dribble of the tap.

He shook his head.

“Well okay then.” He tugged the last ring free and examined them, silver and wet and heavy in his palm.

There was still some dried blood in the grooves.

“Did you at least get him good with these?” He gestured to them before placing them carefully to the side and gently towling Eddie’s injured hand dry.

A smirk tugged at the uninjured side of Eddie’s mouth. “You’re damn right I did.”

Steve gave a short sharp nod, placing Eddie’s hand back in his lap. “Good.”

He moved over to the freezer, pulling out his own cold compress which Eddie hadn’t chosen for some reason and tugging the first aid kit from on top of the fridge.

“So are you going to tell me what happened?” He said, trying to keep his voice even and his posture lighthearted as he laid the stuff out next to Eddie’s leg. He pulled their second drawer open and took a clean dish towel out, running it under the tap.

“Why, Stevie? You worried about me?” Eddie tried to grin but it quickly turned into a grimace as Steve pressed the damp cloth against the cut on his eyebrow, his lips turning down.

“Don’t be precious about it, honey. Just tell me. I’ll never stop pestering you until you do.” He pulled the cloth away and started gently brushing it across Eddie’s skin, trying to remove as much of the dried blood as he could.

“Alright, alright, keep your wig on.” Eddie huffed and pulled his mouth into a frown before shrugging again. ”Well I’m single now.”

Steve managed to keep his hands working, only halting for just a second as the words hit him. “Rick did this?”

“Yep.” Eddie said with a pop. “Everything was going good, you know. Standard date stuff, whatever. Then I asked him to come meet Wayne and he looked at me. Said, and I quote; ‘What exactly do you think this is?’”

Eddie snorted and shook his head.

Steve was forced to pull the cloth away to stop tugging on the broken skin. “Wait so-”

“So apparently I’ve been seeing this whole thing as more serious than it was. Apparently I’ve been putting feelings where there were none. And get this,” he grabbed Steve’s hand, stalling his movements again and forcing him to look into those giant deep brown eyes, “he’s married.”

Steve felt his mouth drop open in an indignant stare. “No.”

“Yeah. I know, right? I’ve been the other woman this whole time.” He brought his hands up to make air quotes. “Just a bit of fun.” He tongued at his split lip. "And it's my problem, my fault that I didn't figure it out, according to him." He shook his head, forcing Steve to retract his hand from around his eye. "The fucker took his wedding band off every time we met, so…"

Rather than grabbing Eddie gently by the chin, which he was really, quite horrifyingly tempted to do, he instead said, "Be a dear and stop moving."

Eddie levelled him with a glare but there wasn't much behind it, it was all performative even as he tutted and started twisting the chain on his jeans around in his fingers. But he stopped moving his head.

"So how did that lead to this?"

Eddie scoffed. "How do you think, Mary? I got mad."

"Well good. You should've been mad. Did you throw the first punch?"

"Technically?" Eddie hummed in consideration. "Yes. But he had his hands on me before that soo…"

Steve froze, he couldn’t help it.

What the fuck?

"In what way?" He kept his voice light but the bright white concern underneath was like a foghorn.

Eddie shrugged again and turned his head, giving Steve more access to the blood crusted above his ear and into his hairline.

Then he leaned forward just a little bit more until his forehead was resting against Steve's shoulder.

Steve reached back to pull Eddie's hair out of the way, over the back of his neck so he could clean up his hairline.

Neither of them spoke for a few moments, the silence wasn't tense but it wasn't calm either. It was anticipatory. Eddie was building himself up to answer.

"He didn't see a problem with the situation, I mean obviously he didn't see a problem with the situation so he just wanted to… continue, I suppose. We'd been… experimenting with switching before this and he tried to go full dom on me. Kept trying to get me to submit." Eddie's voice had started to shake even though he tried valiantly to keep it down and it made Steve wonder just how long he'd been keeping it down already.

Steve dropped the cloth off in the sink and brought a hand up, resting it on the back of Eddie's still bent head, making sure not to cage him in, making sure to keep his touches light and gentle but still there if he wanted them.

"I didn't- I didn't want to anymore but he just kept going and I told him he wasn't asking my consent, he was demanding it. He said I had to do what he wanted because he was in charge and that’s how it works-”

“Eddie, that is not how it works-”

“Yes, thank you, darling. I know that. I told him that wasn't what's done, no matter the dynamics and he was just getting more and more pissed off, like I was ruining his fun and he wouldn’t get off of me so I just… fucking decked him." Eddie laughed, a terrible broken thing. “I thought… I thought we had… it had been so good while… why can’t I have… why does it always have to end like this?”

His voice had become harsher, more defeated as he went on, cracking and pitching along the words until the end. Until a heart wrenching choked off sound was pulled from his throat.

Eddie was weeping softly into Steve’s shoulder and his hands were twitching in his lap, like he wanted to reach out, like he wanted some comfort but didn’t know if he was allowed.

But he must have decided he didn’t care if he was allowed or not because the next second he’d thrown his arms around Steve’s shoulders and pulled him in tight, sniffling openly and freely into his neck.

Steve took the tiniest of steps closer and wound his arms around Eddie’s middle, bypassing his leather jacket and battle vest, snaking his arms underneath until there was just the threadbare band t-shirt between them.

He ran a hand up and down Eddie’s back as he shook, while Eddie just clutched on tighter.

“Why does it always have to be… why can’t I… why…” a terrible little sob broke out of Eddie’s throat. “Why does no one ever want me the way I want them?”

Steve had to pinch his eyes shut against the pure heartbreak in his voice, coming out halting and thick and so small.

He just held him tighter, whispering little placating words and small shushes that he felt more in his chest than he did his throat.

He hesitated for just a moment before placing a light little kiss to the side of Eddie’s head, into his hair. The same kind of kiss he’d give to Robin or one of the kids if they were in the same situation.

That was all.

“God.” Eddie muttered, pulling back and scrubbing his hands roughly over his eyes and nose, apparently uncaring of his injuries. “Your shirt is fucking disgusting.” He eyed the stains and wet patches and no doubt little traces of blood he’d accidentally left there. “What makes you think that’s an appropriate state to appear in?”

Steve just rolled his eyes, taking the lighthearted jab for what it was, a want to move on, to start snarking again and cracked open the first aid kit.

“Your face is disgusting.”

“Yeah, well. You’re the one who’s been cleaning me up, sweetheart. So, who’s fault is that?”

He glanced up at the cut over Eddie’s eyebrow.

“That might need stitches.”

“No stitches, can’t be bothered with stitches.”

“Stitches not punk enough for you?”

Eddie did glare at him for that.

“Don’t even. You know I’m not a punk.”

Steve grinned at him. “No?”

“Steven.”

Even through the heavy talk, Steve relished the sight of the slight smile that had appeared on Eddie’s face and his return to bitchy banter.

“Edward, is there a difference?” Steve shrugged as he fished for supplies in the kit. “Doesn’t seem to be.”

“To you, maybe.” Eddie flicked at a piece of his hair. “God you’re such a… you’re such a jock.”

“Wow,” Steve raised his eyebrows, “let’s add observant to your list of positives.”

“Assho-ow!” Eddie shrieked as Steve pressed a butterfly bandage over the wound.

“You’re a giant pain in my ass.”

“Only if you ask nicely,” Eddie growled at him, irritated and snappy, “you perpetual bottom.”

“Excuse you,” Steve snapped back, “I switch it up. I have versatility."

“Uh-huh.”

“But you gotta admit,” Steve flashed his most charming grin, “it’s a lovely bottom.”

Eddie scoffed but there was a red flush starting to creep up his neck. “S’not like I pay much attention to your bottom.”

“Oh, Eddie,” Steve gave a disappointed sigh, “everyone pays attention to my bottom.”

He didn’t get a response, just a bitchy roll of the eyes.

“You gonna call out of work tomorrow?” He dropped the cloth into the sink and crossed his arms as Eddie leaned back on his hands.

“Why? So you can mother hen me all day? No, thank you.”

“Oh sweetie.” Steve regarded him with mock sympathy. “You think you’d be lucky enough to get my mothering?”

“What if I die in my sleep tonight? You’d be inconsolable.”

“Yeah. Simply devastated.” He said as he all but pushed Eddie off the counter and herded him back to his room.

Part 2 AO3

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Big thanks as always to @hbyrde36 for her magnificent beta work and to the @strangerthingswritersguild for their motivation.

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Part 7 is finally here! I only gave this a quick look over so if there are any glaring issues (like a random cut off sentence) please let me know! I was just so excited to get this one out.

Content: Brandon.

For all the power and influence it has amassed, SpecGru is a notoriously discreet and secretive operation. Mind, no one’s ever strolling down the street shouting their criminal affiliations for God and everyone to hear, but even by criminal standards, SpecGru is like a collective boogeyman. By the time most anyone knows they’re there, it’s already too late – and the rare (verbal) survivors only ever see masks and guns.

Granted, no small part of SpecGru’s prestige comes from whispered stories and unconfirmed rumors. Criminals are locker room gossips, the lot of them. Not that it’s completely unfounded. An execution is an execution, whether someone died with all their teeth and nails or not. (Usually not)

Few people know Price as more than a shadowy theoretical. (Someone must be in charge, that’s how the mafia works.) Even fewer know his face, never mind his name. It’s just good business that way.

In fact, SpecGru’s entire inner circle is shrouded in mystery. There’s not just the gray silhouette of the Don looming over their enemies’ heads. There are the lieutenants to contend with as well, acting on his direct authority, speaking on his behalf (with permission, of course) in his absence.

And then there’s Price’s right hand, the de facto boss should something happen. His heir, for all intents and purposes.

For those that have met Price in person, and by extension his few but devoted confidants, there’s always debate.

Is it Soap, loud and brash, but sharp as a whip? A decisive man, affable with a hidden mean streak?

Or is it Ghost, the quiet and calculating figure always at his side? A deadly and brutal enemy, shrewd and observant?

Kyle lets them stew in their assumptions and reminds himself that they’ll learn eventually – or they’ll be dead. He’s not fussed either way. It would suit SpecGru just fine if a few of those knobs keeled over sooner rather than later.

If only they knew that the hand that would one day grip their leashes was currently holding your purse so that you could pet a cute dog.

Not that Kyle minds; you have good taste. In purses, that is – though the dog isn’t half bad. A fluffy white and grey thing with a stumpy tail, practically crawling onto your pretty blue skirt as you coo and fawn. He started recording the minute you handed him your bag. (Price owes him for this.)

“His name is Mister Beans,” the uni girl enthuses to you.

You practically sob. “Mister Beans!”

He’s loath to hurry you along, but he’s supposed to meet up with Price for a Business meeting in only a half hour. Thankfully, you’re a considerate sort and don’t linger for long.

“Thank you so much, have a great day!” you cheer to the young woman. Then you turn back to Kyle, smiling huge. “Wasn’t he so cute?”

He chuckles. “It was. Wish I could have pet him, but white hair on this suit…”

You hum sympathetically. “I have a lint roller in my apartment.”

“I’ll scratch the next one,” he promises, offering your purse back.

You take it with your far hand and another mumbled “thank you,” then loop your closer arm through his. Don’t even seem to think about it, just accept the escort automatically. Kyle tries not to beam with pride. He used to have to prompt you, holding his elbow out at an awkward angle for you to get the hint. Now, you reach for the arm of whoever you’re with on instinct – as you should. (Another thing Price owes him for.)

“Do you like little dogs?” you ask, strolling with him for your apartment.

In the office, you’re a speedy little thing. Zooming from your desk to Price’s and back at velocity deserving of a ticket. Soap calls you a busy bee and it’s apt. Fluttering to and fro with stacks of papers or your tablet (“Reginald” you call it) everyone knows to make way at the click-click of your smart heels.

Outside, though, your purposeful stride slows to something less awe-inspiringly machinelike. Little Miss at work is a much different creature from Little Miss off the clock – but Kyle quite likes both.

“My mum had a little white dog while I was growing up. Crusty old thing,” he explains. “Prefer medium sized myself. Like a corgi.”

You giggle. “Like the royal family?”

“Oi, I liked ‘em before that.”

You just laugh harder at his defensive tone, patting his arm. He’s always impressed by how fearlessly you joke and tease him and the others. Have taken everything in stride from the beginning, didn’t even flinch when you first met Simon. If he didn’t know better, he’d almost think you had no idea just who you arched your eyebrows at this morning because of a “scheduling disagreement.”

“Speaking of dogs…” you mutter, mirth disappearing.

He follows your gaze through the clear glass of the building’s entry vestibule. Your ex is standing inside, already spotted you and fluffing up like the cock he is.

“Mind keeping back, doll?” Kyle murmurs.

You make a noise of protest even as you hand him your keys. “He’s not going to do anything after what Soap did.”

There’s an ugly black cast around his hand and up his wrist. Kyle smirks at him through the door.

“Rather not take any chances,” he replies.

You huff a bit, but quietly slip your arm from his, letting him take the lead into the building. (He still holds the door for you of course – he’s not a numpty.)

“Get the fuck out, mate,” Kyle says as soon as the door opens.

Brandon looks downright taken aback. “And who the fuck are you?”

“None of your business,” you interrupt, stepping up beside Kyle.

“The hell it’s not!” Brandon replies, taking an angry (stupid) step forward. Kyle mirrors him, making a point of loosening up his shoulders. In a surprising display of good sense, Brandon stops there. “Look, bunny, a high-value man needs a high-value woman.”

Your voice comes out flat and unimpressed. “And that’s you, is it? A high-value man?

Brandon rolls his eyes but sighs, as if he’s trying to be patient with you. Kyle’s fingers twitch. His piece is burning a hole against his back.

“Obviously. I have a degree, a six-figure salary, and two properties – all under forty. I’m objectively attractive, work out regularly, don’t smoke. I’m a good catch, don’t kid yourself that you can do better.”

At Kyle’s elbow, you go very still. The type of still that precedes blood and screaming. He’s seen it in Ghost before.

“Then why are you here?” you ask, tongue dripping acid. “Since you’re such a catch.”

Brandon sighs and shakes his head, trying for fond exasperation and only achieving constipated.

“I’m not willing to just throw away two years. I’ve invested a lot in this relationship, and we can still make it work.” It actually starts to make Kyle nauseous, the way he talks about you like a business decision. “I mean, you have some things to make up for but eventually, we can go back to the way we were.”

“And what,” you say through gritted teeth, consonants sharp enough to pierce skin, “do I have to make up for?”

Kyle listens, flabbers absolutely gasted, as Brandon answers.

“You ran off to play desk bunny for a man I don’t know. God only knows what ‘favor’ you did to land that job. You’ve lowered your value as a marriable woman but there are ways to make it up to me—”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

Kyle’s ears ring like the first time he heard his mum curse.

Brandon looks taken aback too. You don’t give either of them a chance to respond.

“I know it’s not fucking me. Because if you were talking to me, you’d be stupider than you look.”

Brandon’s face flushes with anger. He takes another step forward. Kyle takes two in return, shaking his head in warning. Unfortunately, Brandon doesn’t know how to read his face any better than yours.

“C’mon, mate, it’s common sense. A lock that opens for any key and all that.”

Kyle’s heard it before. “Women ain’t locks, mate.”

“If you don’t get out of this building right fucking now, I will ruin your life,” you snarl.

Brandon does a double take. “Is that a threat? You can’t—"

“You bet your pasty ass it is,” you reply without missing a beat. You raise your voice every time he tries to interrupt, barreling through his weak protest like a train. “Fifteen fucking minutes. That’s all it would take to destroy you, your stupid sister, your bitchy mother, your pervert father, and that fucking slag you got pregnant twice.”

Kyle’s eyebrows rise with each word until he’s fairly certain they’ve floated up to the ceiling somewhere.

Brandon, though… Brandon’s face is ashen.

“How… how did you…?”

“Get. The fuck. Out.”

Kyle doesn’t give him the option to refuse. He scruffs Brandon by the back of his bland suit and shoves him out the first door of the vestibule. It closes and locks just as he turns around, a rebuttal finally juddering to his bloodless lips. You haven’t even turned to watch him go.

Kyle approaches you feeling a bit like he does coming to Price with shit news when he’s already pissed.

He almost says, you sure know how to pick ‘em – but thinks better of it. There’s practically frost forming beneath your feet, the air around you is icy.

“Walk you up, little miss?” he asks, offering his arm.

You gently take his arm and exhale heavily. “If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

You invite him in at your door. Your hands are shaking a bit. He politely accepts, shooting Price the others a text that he’ll be a bit late. He’s not about to leave you in a state.

As usual, you step out of your shoes at the door, leaving you in your shimmery stockings, then pad to the kitchen.

“Tea?” you ask as he follows.

“I haven’t the time, doll, I’m sorry. I just want to make sure you’re alright before heading out.”

You turn, expression softening. Just like that, you’re back to your usual self, sweet as honey.

“I’ll be alright, I think,” you reply, sighing. “That was a long time coming.”

He leans his shoulder in the doorway, unable to help chuckling at the memory of your ex’s gobsmacked expression. The corners of your mouth curl up in shy amusement.

“Seemed like it,” he replies. “We should weaponize those f-bombs you dropped.”

That coaxes a giggle out. “Graves would be first on my list.”

“The boss’s too.” And oh, Kyle can’t wait to tell Price about this. (As if he needed another reason to hate Brandon and adore you.)

“Christ,” you groan, “you’re going to tell him about this, aren’t you?”

He’s at least able to muster an apologetic grimace. “You know I have to, sweets.”

“Suppose I’ll get the really good tea tomorrow,” you muse.

“He liked those pistachio scones from the corner café, too.”

You light up. It just so happens that they bake your favorite muffins too. “Good idea.”

“I’m full of ‘em.”

You snort, but there’s a fond smile on your face. Regretfully, he notes the time on the stove clock behind you.

“You’re sure you’re alright here by yourself?” he asks.

“I’m sure,” you promise, crossing to give him a warm hug. “I lock the door and windows like Simon told me.”

“Atta girl,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, yeah?”

“Seven sharp!” you chirp.

He pauses at the door, “You call if there’s any trouble.”

You poke your head around the corner. “You don’t sign my paychecks; you can’t tell me what to do.”

He points right back at you. “That’s from the bossman direct.”

“Then he can tell me himself.”

He arches his brows. You blink.

“Don’t tell him I said that.”

He chokes back a chuckle. “Sweet dreams, little miss.”

“Get home safe, Kyle!”

As far as business meetings go, one with Los Vaqueros is almost pleasant. Sure, they always try to overprice their products, but haggling them down is practically a game between Price and Vargas by now. The shipping agreement between them and SpecGru is long established by now, a major link in the international arms market.

“Negotiations” are relaxed enough that Rudy and Valeria are playing cards with Ghost and Soap at the sitting table, whiskey glasses at their elbows. The plan for the next six months is all but set when Price suddenly jerks. In an instant, his face goes dark, shoulders tense.

“Something wrong, hermano?” Vargas asks.

“I’m getting a call.”

Soap and Ghost snap to attention.

There are only a handful of people that can reach Price during a meeting. All but one is in this room.

As he brings the phone to his ear, Kyle sees your name on the screen.

“Yes, love?” he answers.

Even from a couple feet away, Kyle can hear your voice through the receiver – high and panicked. Kyle’s already reaching for his keys.

“He fucking what?” Price barks.

Soap and Ghost jump to their feet, cards and drinks forgotten.

“Barricade the door, get a knife. We’ll be right there.”

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skzstannie · 1 year ago

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“They hate me”

SKZ Drabble

Ot8 x insecure! 9th member! Reader

TW: none?? If you see something, lmk

Hi everyone! This is my first work on here, and I’m excited for more to come! I’d like to start off by saying this in no way represents SKZ/Yunho in real life; they are simply face claims for the characters.

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“Yunho,” you sobbed, curling into his side from your spot on the couch, “they hate me.”

“Sweetheart, they don’t hate you. I can assure whatever you could’ve done could not make them hate you.” He tries to sooth your shaking form by running his hand through your hair, but you abruptly sit up.

“How do you know that? I was messing up all the choreo last night, and Chan had to re-record my lines for the new song 7 times.” You hold up seven fingers to add a bit of emphasis. “And 7 times is a lot. And then to top it off, I threw up in the practice room because of how anxious I was feeling about it all,” you finish.

“Why does any of that warrant them hating you? So what, you made a few mistakes. I’m sure they’ve all messed up the choreography before, too.” He brings you back into his side by wrapping his long arm around your shoulder. “As for you getting sick, how are you supposed to control that?”

“You should’ve seen them, though. They all had steam coming out of their ears. I don’t even think the 7th recording was any good, but Chan just couldn’t stand to deal with me anymore so he sent me out of the booth. Lee Know looked like he was gonna rip his hair out if he had to correct me one more time, and I could feel the looks from everyone during the whole dance practice.”

“Did you ask them about these things before you left? Or did you just leave yourself to deal with these awful assumptions about the people who love you endlessly?”

“I left right after I got sick, never even told them where I was going,” you huff.

Once you’ve said it out loud, you realize how royally stupid you’ve been, and you immediately jump out of Yunho’s arms to find your phone. “Shit, have you gotten any calls or messages from the guys? I’ve probably worried them sick.” You wrestle around with the contents of your bumbag til you found your, evidently dead, phone. You fumble with your charger before hurrying to the kitchen to plug it in.

“No, I haven’t. Nobody really knows about… us, or this thing going on between us, so I wouldn’t have expected them to.” He gets up from the couch and walks to stand behind you, peering over your shoulder at your phone.

“Come on, come on, turn on you stupid thing.” You repeatedly press the power button, only getting the low battery symbol in return. Your heart’s beating out of your chest with anxiety as your phone finally starts to boot up. “I’m literally an awful person. They’ve probably just about raided the whole city trying to find me.”

“Maybe not, they might still be calm and figured you just needed a night to collect yourself.”

With that, your phone comes alive, and immediately you’re overwhelmed by the buzzing of missed calls and unanswered text messages.

17 missed calls from Channie 🤞🏻❤️

11 missed calls from Leebit 🐰

20 messages from BinBin 😘

15 missed FaceTime calls from Hyune 🫶🏻🫶🏻

11 messages from Jisung 🐿️

37 messages from Sunshine ☀️

24 messages from Menace 🙃🙂

13 messages from Innie 🦊

“Oh my gosh,” you gasp. The longer you stare, the more messages flood your lock screen.

“It’s alright, don’t panic. Just give Chan a call, I’m sure they’ll understand.” He rests his chin on your shoulder and hugs you from behind, trying to provide you comfort. “Or they’ll come around eventually, anyway,” he mumbles under his breath.

You’re quick to find Chan’s contact, and you immediately press the ‘call’ button. You put it on speaker phone, not wanting to be alone in this conversation. “You don’t have to say anything; I just feel more comfortable this way,” you explain, not wanting to unnecessarily drag Yunho into this conversation.

“Y/n! We’ve been calling you all night and looking for you everywhere! Where the heck are you? We’re coming to get you right now,” you hear Chan fidgeting with keys before he yells to Hyunjin, telling him to come to the car.

You sigh before relenting and apologizing for being so irresponsible. “I’m so sorry I worried you guys like that, just another thing I’ve messed up.”

“I don’t know what you’re on about, but we’ll talk about it more when you’re home safe. Now, where are you?” You hear the desperation in his tone. He just wants to know you’re safe.

You realize the slight predicament you’ve come to, and glance up at Yunho, but he just shrugs his shoulders at you.

“I’m, uh, at Yunho’s?” It comes out as more of a question, and you hear a squeal from the other side of the phone.

“What the heck are you doing with Yunho?” Hyunjin screeches, seemingly grabbing the phone from Chan’s grasp.

“That’s enough, Hyunjin. We’ll be right there.” He promptly hangs up, leaving you to anxiously await their arrival.

“Why Hyunjin now? Why not literally anyone else?” Yunho slightly panics, pacing around the kitchen in circles.

“What’s wrong between you and Hyunjin?” You raise an eyebrow, suddenly interested in this new information.

“We don’t really have any bad blood, per sé, or at least I don’t think we do. He’s always giving me dirty looks and I don’t really know why.”

While you wait for Chan and Hyunjin to arrive, you explain to him not to worry about Hyunjin.

You and Hyunjin have always been the closest out of all the members since the very beginning, and he quickly became extremely protective of you. You told him about some of your past traumas, and he made it his personal mission in life to never let anything bad happen to you again. This apparently entails him giving every male you’ve ever interacted with dirty looks.

Speaking about this makes you feel even guiltier knowing Hyunjin has probably been out of his mind since last night, hence why Chan wanted him to go with.

You hear a pounding on the door that breaks up your story time, and you rush over to open it, leaving Yunho hiding in the kitchen.

Chan bursts through the door, with a fiery looking Hyunjin right behind him.

Chan gathers you in his arms, holding you so tight you think all your ribs might crack. You wrap your arms around him, too, holding him with all your might.

When Hyunjin storms in, all he sees is red. “Where is he, huh?” He goes straight for the kitchen, and you tense in Chan’s arms.

“Hyunjin, he did nothing wrong. I came to him last night. Please just, take a deep breath.” You know it’s wrong to try to console him, after all, you’re the reason he’s like this in the first place.

“Why weren’t you answering our calls or messages? Did he take your phone? Did he have you trapped somewhere?” He rants, his hands clenching in tight fists.

You unintentionally gasp, thinking about how horrible this must sound to Yunho knowing he could hear every word. “Hyunjin!” You yelp, “nothing bad happened to me here! My phone was dead, and I was a crying mess all night and didn’t even look to charge it.” You exasperate, pulling away from Chan to go comfort him.

He meets you halfway, meeting you just in front of the coffee table in the living room. He puts his hands on your shoulders, closely inspecting every inch of your skin. You grab his hands and wrap them around yourself in a hug, squeezing him tightly.

“I’m fine, I promise. I’m sorry for disappearing like that. It was really dumb of me. I just needed somewhere to clear my head, and Yunho was the first person I thought of.” You rest your head on his shoulder, loving the feeling of the way he was soothingly rubbing your back.

“Why’d you come all the way here? The guys and I were right with you in the practice room; you know we’ll listen to you any day.” He pulls away slightly, enough to bring one of his hands to your cheek, wiping a stray tear away.

“Because I was scared you guys were upset with me.” You mumble, shying away from his gaze.

“What on earth made you think that? We were so worried about you all day yesterday, wondering why you weren’t acting yourself. And then when you ran off, we had no idea where to look. Had no idea what was wrong.” Chan joined the hug, pressing his face warmly into the back of your hoodie.

“I thought because I was messing up so much yesterday, you all hated me. I saw the looks everyone was giving me. You’re trying to tell me they weren’t looks of annoyance?” You question. Pulling away from them both so you could better have the conversation.

“They weren’t looks of annoyance, well, maybe Seungmin’s was, but you know how he is. They were looks of concern, we couldn’t figure out what was going through that pretty head of yours. We were not upset with you. We’re all aware everyone has bad days, you were bound to have one eventually.” Chan explains, feeling sorry that you’ve had these awful thoughts since last night.

“I’m really sorry I worried you guys. Next time I’ll talk to you before I rush to conclusions.” You give them a shy smile before, once again, you’re pulled into a hug and squished between the 2 of them.

“It’s ok, we forgive you. Now, let’s get you home before the rest of the guys drive over here themselves.” Chan grabs your hand and starts to lead you to the door, but Hyunjin stops you guys.

“I still wanna know why, of all places, you came and spent the night at Yunho’s,” he raises an eyebrow at you, crossing his arms. You hear a cough from the kitchen, and you call Yunho out to the living room to officially introduce him as your boyfriend.

“I’ll tell you two, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else.” You wait for them to give you a nod, squinting your eyes at Hyunjin until he gives in with a huff. “Yunho and I are dating.”

Yunho finally reveals himself from the kitchen and you wrap your arms around his arm. He gives them a tight-lipped smile, not entirely sure how they’re going to take it.

Their eyes get really big, surely not expecting that kind of news. “Why’d you never tell us?” Chan pouts, looking between the two of you. Hyunjin stays silent.

“Because I wasn’t sure how you guys would take it. It’s only been a couple of weeks.” Chan nods his head in understanding before stating that it’s time for you guys to head home.

You give Yunho a hug, and he kisses you on the cheek before you follow Chan out the front door.

You don’t miss, however, the way Hyunjin stays behind for a moment.

“Don’t hurt my best friend.” He says with a stoic expression on his face. He gives Yunho another once over before leaving the house, closing the door behind him.

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lucyandalexiafan · 10 months ago

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I’m scared | Alexia Putellas x reader | part 1

Summary: after yet another attempt to pretend to want to have sex with Alexia, the blonde tries to understand why you don't tell her that you don't want to have sex with her and why you are so scared every time she touches you.

Warnings: angst. This work is talking about past sexual abuses (not in a detailed way, but to explain why reader doesn’t want to have sex with ale), so if it’s trigger don’t read, please. Fluff in the end (?).

Words: 3k

I tried to write with “you” to refer to reader, i don’t know if I did it in the right way but I wanted to try to write in this way; as usually, if something is wrong, say it and I’ll correct.

I’m really emotive involved in this work, so pls be kind and respectful 🫶🏻

This is part one of this ask: ask

You and Alexia are walking.

The weather is perfect: clear sky, the sun that warms despite the winter cold.

The dirt road without potholes.

There is no one but you two.

The pace of the walk is slow.

Calm.

There's no hurry.

Barcelona is on your right, veiled in the January fog.

You're walking her favorite trail, but Alexia hasn't explained to you why she asked you to take this walk on a Sunday after lunch.

The blonde had asked you if you would like to go with her to a Barça under 11 girls' match where she was supposed to be present, and then eat at the sports center; at the end of it all, while you were in the car, she asked you to take that walk.

You nodded, smiling, even though an unfamiliar feeling was invading your body.

She had been weird since this morning.

Cold.

Thoughtful.

You bite your lip while you kick some pebbles.

You tried to make conversation a couple of times and she always ended any dialogue in its tracks.

She has her hands stuffed into the pockets of her blue jacket.

Her hair loose.

Her forehead is decorated, every now and then, with wrinkles.

Her lips closed in a line.

She looks older today.

More tired.

Today there is no trace of the woman who looks five years younger.

Is it your fault?

Did you do something?

She runs a hand through her hair and tucks a tuft behind her ear.

Her posture is rigid.

She smiled less today.

She sought less contact than usual.

She is weird.

She swallows her saliva in an attempt to ward off that anxiety.

You are also relatively distant on a physical level.

She opens her mouth a couple of times to speak.

And, when she doesn't say anything, she pretends it's to sigh.

Should you ask her?

Speak?

But she cut off every attempt to do it before.

Maybe she's sad, or something happened and she just wants to stay quiet. After all, many times you have been quiet, at her house or while walking around Barcelona, and she says that she likes it.

That she feels comfortable with you in silence.

But she looks so uncomfortable today.

She takes a deep breath.

“I have to ask you something,” she announces.

You look at her.

She is serious.

No smile.

Her lips are a flat line.

She doesn't turn to look for you, her eyes fixed on the road.

You invite her to continue.

You scratch your forearm nervously.

What's taking her so long?

What should she ask?

What did she do?

What have you done?

“But I would like you to be honest”

You nod.

What happened?

Why all this preamble?

Usually, it's you who does it, who makes a thousand assumptions.

“Why do you pretend to want to have sex when you don't want to have it?”

You stop, frozen.

The hand that was scratching the forearm is still, the nails still in contact with the skin.

She closes her eyes.

Her voice is neutral.

But is she mad?

Disappointed?

She turns to look at you.

Your head is bowed, your position is arched, your shoulders forward.

She stands straight, rigid.

"You did it last night too - she sighs - Last night too you tried to pretend and I think it's the fifth or sixth time in the last month"

You swallow the saliva.

“I want to understand why you don't tell me that you don't want to have sex - she stops for a moment - It's not a problem if you don't want to, but you have to tell me, do you understand me?”

You nod uncertainly.

How did she understand it?

What can you tell her?

From her voice, she sounds more worried than mad.

She closes her eyes.

It's true what she said.

During the last month, you have pretended to want to have sex several times.

Then, each time, she interrupted the attempt.

She laid next to you.

She kissed you.

She rested her arm on your hip or belly.

And she closed her eyes.

You clench your jaw.

"I…"

“Look at me, please”

Is it urgency?

It doesn't sound like a reproach, an order.

But more of a request.

You would like to deny it, to say that it's not true.

Say that she's lying.

But what's the point of it?

She understood it.

She understood that there is something.

And if she's talking about it, for how long had she thought about it?

Does it make sense to deny it?

Lie?

Telling lies to cover up something so obvious?

“I… I… - you sigh - I'm scared”

You whisper.

Your voice weak, maybe overwhelmed by the breeze.

Your cheeks burn with humiliation, shame.

"About what? What are you afraid of?"

Did she really not understand or does she want you to say it?

She always understands everything about you.

It's like you're predictable with her, it doesn't matter if you've been dating for more or less four months, camps and games aside, she always understands.

Does she have any ideas?

Maybe she hopes this isn't what it is.

Maybe she wants an excuse to dump you.

“That you… that you do it even if I don't want to”

She asks you what it means.

What does she think of you now?

What does she think of this unhealthy fear?

You point your gaze at the panorama.

You stare at a flock of birds.

They move haphazardly, as your thoughts.

“I almost got raped by my ex-boyfriend - you close your eyes - He gaslighted me… he said it was my fault if we didn't have sex, that if I hadn't had it I would never have felt ready, that I was ungrateful because he also thought to my pleasure"

You sigh.

You put your hand on your eyes.

You wrinkle them.

You are trembling.

What will she think of you now?

What will she think of you after she finds out?

“One night I had to sleep at his house and… he tried to penetrate me several times - a sob escape from your lips - He said that I had to stay still, that nothing would happen”

You never talk about it.

Never.

To nobody.

Three or four people know.

You are so ashamed of yourself.

You know that it was not your fault, that you don't have to feel that guilt, but you can't do other than feel it.

It happened years ago but it is as fresh in your mind.

“He also did it two nights later, when I was forced to stay at his house because I was quite ill and unable to come back home with my bike”

All you need is one wrong touch and you remember him.

You remember that moment.

That scene.

You relive it endlessly.

Relive that fear.

That terror.

That rejection.

That trying not to think of the worst.

That cry when, months later, you understood that what had happened wasn't normal.

“I… I risked losing my virginity through rape”

A whisper.

A faint, insecure phrase interrupted by panting.

The trembling voice.

“He did so much gaslighting that he ended up dumping me because we weren't having sex and telling me it was my fault – you swallow your saliva – But before dumping me he tried several times to do it, to penetrate me”

You sigh a couple of times.

She is silent.

You don't dare look at her.

You don't want to see the look on her face.

You bite your lip.

“I... I know you won't do it, really - you sigh - But subconsciously I'm afraid that you'll break up with me if we don't do it and I try to convince myself that it's what I want”

You mess up your hair.

You pull the sleeves of your shirt up and down several times, nervously.

“I'm afraid you'll get bored of me if we don't do this or that-”

You close your eyes.

Will she hate you if you say it?

What will she think?

Will she scream?

Will she hit you?

Will she insult you?

Or maybe she will go away.

She will return to the car with the idea of returning home without you and never seeing you again.

She doesn't speak.

Why doesn't she speak?

“Subconsciously I'm afraid that you... that you'll do it anyway - you sigh, your voice broken by the crying that threatens to start - that you'll fuck me anyway, so I try to convince myself that I want it. So... so if-if you do it maybe-maybe I'll live it better"

The tears that flow.

If she dumped you, you would understand.

On the one hand, you don't satisfy her.

You are full of trauma.

You can't even have sex when she wants.

On the other hand, you defined her as a possible rapist.

Cruel, that you think only of yourself.

“I know you wouldn't do it, really - you add urgently, the fear that she will interrupt you - But subconsciously I'm afraid of it”

You hug yourself.

As to protect yourself.

As if to ward off any sort of reaction.

"Why did not you tell me?"

Is it sadness?

Penalty?

Compassion?

You shake your head.

“What did I have to tell you? - the sarcastic tone - That I'm subconsciously afraid that you're a rapist because the first one I did something with almost raped me? That for everything I have one trauma that might annoy you?”

You clench your jaw.

You laugh sardonically.

“Romantic as a conversation to have after a few months of dating”

There is a pause.

You don't look at her.

Why doesn't she scream?

Why doesn't she hit you?

Why doesn't she react?

“Have I ever done anything when you were pretending?”

You shake your head nervously.

Quickly.

"No. Never - you giggle nervously - You always understood somehow”

“But we almost had sex that night. I touched you"

You nod. “I wanted it, that evening”

She sighs.

Her eyes stained with pity, with compassion.

"Why did not you tell me? - you don't answer - Little one, I would never get mad if you didn't want to have sex with me"

She's not sincere.

It is not true.

She's lying.

How can she not get mad?

“It's just that every time I want to have sex you seem to want it and I try, and then sometimes in you change... I feel you change - she shakes her head - I would never do anything to you that you don't want, little one, but you have to tell me”

Why can't you believe she's sincere?

You have too many problems.

Too much anxiety.

Too many traumas.

Why can't you trust her?

“I'm scared,” you whisper.

You're really afraid that the woman you're falling in love with will rape you.

That will abuse you.

To convince you that it's your fault.

That you wanted it.

Would you really be able to walk away, to escape, if she did that?

“It's true that you stopped those times, but if I told you in the meantime, how would you take it? - you shake your head, tears falling to the ground - I'm afraid that you will hurt me like everyone else has always done"

She doesn't say a word.

You sob.

You gasp.

“I know you wouldn't do it, really... but I'm afraid that you would hit me or yell at me or that I would disappoint you - you sniff - I don't want this relationship to end because I only have traumas and I only cause problems”

“Baby, I will never hurt you because you don't want to have sex, ever”

You shake your head.

The tears falling to the ground.

The chest is invaded by contractions.

“I know, really… but when we're there I have an irrational fear that you will - you wipe your eyes - I know it doesn't make sense, but it's as if that fear comes over me”

She doesn't come close.

She doesn't move.

She is still.

You look at her.

The wrinkles on the forehead are more noticeable.

The mouth is a thin line.

Did you disappoint her?

Is she exhausted by you?

“It's like those times I can't control myself”

The tears that run relentlessly down your cheeks.

You open and close your eyes several times waiting for them to go away, let them disappear.

Admitting it, it hurts.

It burns the chest and inflames the sense of guilt.

Saying it out loud is a stab.

“Have you told anyone about this? A psychologist”

You shake your head quickly.

“No, never… I… in the end, it's just how I saw it, you know?"

You feel so humiliated.

Stupid.

Pathetic.

“And then he hasn't completely done it, so it doesn't make sense that I feel so bad. In the end... in the end, it's nothing, it's me who exaggerates"

“Baby, he almost raped you - you lament at the word - Amor it's not a normal thing, it's not a small thing. Don't deny what he did or try to justify it."

You shake your head.

“I'm not saying it is, but that... it's not serious enough”

“Baby yesterday you got scared when I touched your hip while I was kissing you - you look at her suddenly - You reflexively moved exactly like at the beginning when you were scared I would hit you”

You close your eyes.

“And it's not the reflex you have when you get scared because you don't hear me entering in the kitchen while you're cooking, it was fear. I saw that light of fear in your eyes for a few moments"

“I… please, sorry”

The nausea that invades your body.

You feel so guilty.

So wrong.

So stupid.

Why can't you enjoy something?

Did she feel guilty because of you?

Did you make her suffer?

Did you hurt her?

“Baby, don't apologize, please - she sighs, as she tries to get closer - It's not your fault”

Take a step back.

“But it is! - you almost scream - I'm the one who can't have sex with you, you're not him!”

Your chest rises and falls quickly.

You gasp.

You're out of breath.

You hate screaming.

To lose control.

But you don't like talking about the topic and you're afraid that she will use your words to leave, to look for someone better than you.

“Little one, this is a trauma independent of the person in front of you”

There is silence.

You do not answer.

What should you say?

You are standing still, a few steps away.

“I… I understand if you want to leave me - you hesitate - If… if I'm too full of problems, if you want someone easier…”

You leave the sentence halfway.

You hope she completes it.

But she doesn't.

She doesn't say anything.

She doesn't say a word.

“Amor, it's not a problem if you don't feel like having sex with me, either when you're scared or normally, really - you look at her - But you have to tell me because only then can I understand and not hurt you”

The tears that continue to flow from your eyes.

“Baby, I don't want to break up with you, least of all for this reason. I just want to understand."

She moves closer to you.

You lower your head, shrug your shoulders.

Does she want to hit you?

Does she want to hurt you?

The truth is, you wouldn't stop her.

You wouldn't stop her from hitting you.

After all, why shouldn't she?

“Seriously baby, I don't want to break up with you or hurt you… I just wanted to understand - she sighs - So we can act consequently, so I can help you”

How long did she think about it?

How much time did you steal from her?

You drag your hands down your pants.

Why is she so nice to you?

Why is she so normal?

So emotive available?

She hugs you.

You rest your head on her shoulder, you close your eyes.

You breathe her scent.

“I'm sorry… I'm sorry” you say it over and over again.

Her hand runs down your back in a steady motion.

Relaxing.

Consolatory.

“I'm sorry,” you sob.

“Why don't we do something? - she asks you when she moves away from your body - Next time you will take the initiative - "

“No, no please no” you whisper interrupting her, looking at her scared.

Eyes more open than usual.

The vision blurred with tears.

“Baby, I don't want to force you, I want you to understand that I don't want to hurt you, that I can wait”

“But I know!” You interrupt her urgently.

With fear.

“Baby I want it to come from you, I want you to understand that we don't have to have sex every time we see each other. It's normal not to want it if you don't feel ready for it, if we do other things than sex"

You look down.

“It's really normal baby - she pauses - It's normal not to want to have sex when you don't feel like it”

“But… but what if you and I… what if after doing it I don't want to do it for a while, I don't feel ready for it?”

“Baby it's normal, it happens to everyone - she stops, places her hand under your chin, applying pressure to be looked at - Even more so in this situation”

Is she sincere?

Do you seriously think so?

“I'm just afraid that you won't want me anymore”

“Baby, I'm in love with you for the person you are, not for the sex”

You look at her.

Her eyes are wide.

Is she in love with you?

She smiles embarrassed.

Shy.

She is - is she really...

In love.

You smile through your tears.

You look at her in disbelief.

Did she really say that?

She has that sly smile on her face, that smile that she made you fall in love with.

She won't hurt you.

At least her, her won't hurt you.

#woso #woso fanfics #woso x reader #alexia putellas fanfics #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader

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minminbunny · 3 months ago

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Stalker X Stalker AU - Manipulative! Kim Seungmin/Stockholm Syndrome Gender Neutral! Reader

*smut part - AFAB/AMAB

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You sighed, scrolling through your messages. It seems like months since any of your friends checked up on you. Every single message was getting read, but they weren't replying. You chewed on your bottom lip. Anxiety filling your thoughts for the past week at the possibility of not being needed anymore. You tried to call, but it instantly went to voicemail. Your finger hovered above a number, one you knew would pick up.

The phones rang, his name etched on your screen, "Hello, sweetheart," he said, waiting for your call. You gulped, "Hey, Min. Are you free tonight?" you asked, fidgeting with your fingers. Seungmin chuckled, "I'm free anytime you need me. Do you want me over, precious? I can bring your favourite snacks," he suggested, licking his lips at the thought of seeing you. "If you don't mind," you murmured, scared of losing the only person left in your life.

Seungmin cooed, "Don't worry too much, sweetheart. I'll be there," he said, hanging up the call. You gulped, calling your friends once more, a slither of hope left in your heart. The phone call instantly got sent to voicemail once again. Your lips wobbled at the distressing realization, 'Did I do something wrong?' 'Was I too hyper?' 'Was I too quiet?' You thought, your head spiralling at the infinite of assumptions.

You sniffled, waiting for Seungmin to help distract you from the heavy ache in your chest. You curled up and hugged your pillow close, "Hurry," you whispered, hoping for Seungmin to arrive quickly. The front door opened, and you perked up, "What took you so long?" You sniffled, going towards him. Seungmin stroked your hair, "Aww, did you miss me that much, precious? I bought your snacks and candy," he chuckled, giving you a firm squeeze.

You snuggled into his hold, "I don't know what's happening, Min. No one is answering my texts or my calls. It's like my number went out of service, but for some reason, I can contact you. I really don't know what to do," you sniffled, clinging onto his shirt. Seungmin held you close, a smug grin etched on his lips, "You poor little thing, you shouldn't have to feel neglected. If I'm the only number that works then call me or text me as often as you want, sweetheart," he said, tucking his chin over your head just so that you don't notice his sinister smirk.

You shrunk into yourself, "Wouldn't I be a bother? I don't want to burden you with the responsibility of picking up my calls," you murmured, tilting your head to rest your ear against his heart. Seungmin cooed, rubbing your shoulders, "It would be an honour, precious. I appreciate every call and text you send. Don't think too much about it," he whispered, rocking you in his arms. You sighed in relief, "Thank you, Seung," you whispered, melting in his hold.

Months go by, and your hope of your friends contacting you back slowly dwindles over time. Your days were filled with hobbies, work or school, and Seungmin. It started as an appreciation. You were thankful that he came through during your time of need. Then he started being more involved in your life. More inclusive in what you do. Every call, every text would be for him.

Every stroke of your hands grazing yourself during pent-up times would be of him. Every lustful imagination that makes your underwear messy would be of him. You didn't know if you were just horny from convenience or because you genuinely had feelings for him. You always felt Seungmin distance himself from you when you cuddled up on the couch. It was like he was hesitating or borderline uncomfortable.

You didn't want to scare him away. He was all you had. He was all you needed. He can't leave you now. He's everything. You rocked your hips on your pillow, lust, and haze, coaxing your mind from the sheer desperation you feel for him. You wanted his hands on your shoulders, tummy, chest, crotch, and legs. You needed him everywhere.

"Hah, ah, Seungmin, mmh, hah," you moaned, sweat beading your forehead as you rut your hips against the fluffy pillow. Your slick stained the casing without resistance. Your lust fogged your brain so much that you didn't even notice the man of your infatuation standing right before you. Seungmin covered his mouth with his hand, a crazed smile etched on his face. It worked, and his deliberate and insane plan worked.

He chuckled, startling you out of your haze. Your breath hitched, "Min, I can explain," you said, terrified of losing him. Seungmin crossed his arms, "What's there to explain, sweetheart. You were rutting your little pillow, moaning my name," he said, gently reaching out to brush your hair back. You gulped, staring up at him with guilt and pity, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you sniffled, leaning into his touch.

Seungmin cooed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, "You need me, don't you? I've seen how hard you clutch your plush every night. I've seen how you crave warmth, my dear. I'm right here to provide, I can give you everyone you desire. All you have to do is be mine," he whispered, his voice tempting and husky.

You nodded vigorously, gripping his shirt, "You want me, you actually want me? I can be yours, I'll be good. I journaled everything you gave me. Please love me. I'll give in, just don't leave," you rambled, burying your face into his torso. Seungmin brushed his finger below your chin and tilted it upwards, "You, my sweetheart. Are never going to be alone ever again," he chuckled, stroking your cheek.

NFSW BELOW CUT

AFAB

"Did I tell you to stop," Seungmjn growled, pumping his cock within his fist. The crude squelching sent shivers straight to your pulsing cunt. You mewled, stretching your tight searing cunt open with a glass dildo. The sight was mind numbing. Seungmin groaned, stroking his cock in sync with your thrusts, "Keep going, sweetheart. Don't stop until you come," he grunted, watching your thighs quiver from the constant pleasure assaulting your cunt.

You angled the dildo, letting the tip pound against your sensitive bundles of nerves as you teased your puffy clit with your nails. The swollen gland barely gotten any stimulation but it was just enough for you to orgasm. Seungmin groaned, gripping the base of his cock as your body spasmed through your climax. Your cunt fluttered around the glass dildo, hot puffs of steam surrounded your warm hole.

Seungmin chuckled, standing up to slap his shaft between your folds, "Good girl. Your moans are so precious, sweetheart," he said, rubbing your trembling inner thighs. You clenched around the dildo, tears of pleasure streaking down your cheeks. Seungmin hooked his arms under your legs. He placed them both on his left shoulder, "So wet and messy. I don't even need lube to thrust between your thighs," he growled, easily bucking his hips between your supple flesh.

His cock felt so good against you. The constant friction plus the glass dildo cooling within your searing ribbed walls made your mind spin. Seungmin bit his bottom lip, his thrusts relentless and rough. You whimpered as his testicle slapped against your clit with every thrust, "Close, close, hah," you mewled, clawing the sheets below. Seungmin bit your calves, marking them as he used your thighs to his own pleasure, "Cum for me, be a good girl and cum," he growled, pounding between your thighs.

You cried out whenever his hips smacked against your thighs. The pain and pleasure drew you over the edge with a broken sob. Seungmin sucked in through his teeth, coating your torso white with his orgasm. He licked down your calves, his lips never leaving your skin, "There's no going back now, sweetheart. You're only for me," he chuckled, staring down at your blissed out face with a prideful smirk.

AMAB

"Did I tell you to stop," Seungmin growled, pumping his cock within his fist. The crude squelching sent shivers straight to your pulsing cock. You mewled, stretching your tight searing hole open with a glass dildo. The sight was mind numbing. Seungmin groaned, stroking his cock in sync with your thrusts, "Keep going, sweetheart. Don't stop until you come," he grunted, watching your thighs quiver from the constant pleasure assaulting your hole.

You angled the dildo, letting the tip pound against your sensitive bundles of nerves as you teased your puffy cockhead with your nails. The swollen gland barely gotten any stimulation but it was just enough for you to orgasm. Seungmin groaned, gripping the base of his cock as your body spasmed through your climax. Your hole fluttered around the glass dildo, hot puffs of steam surrounded your warm hole.

Seungmin chuckled, standing up to slap his shaft against yours , "Good boy. Your moans are so precious, sweetheart," he said, rubbing your trembling inner thighs. You clenched around the dildo, tears of pleasure streaking down your cheeks. Seungmin hooked his arms under your legs. He placed them both on his left shoulder, "So wet and messy. I don't even need lube to thrust between your thighs," he growled, easily bucking his hips between your supple flesh.

His cock felt so good against you. The constant friction plus the glass dildo cooling within your searing ribbed walls made your mind spin. Seungmin bit his bottom lip, his thrusts relentless and rough. You whimpered as his testicle slapped against yours with every thrust, "Close, close, hah," you mewled, clawing the sheets below. Seungmin bit your calves, marking them as he used your thighs to his own pleasure, "Cum for me, be a good boy and cum," he growled, pounding between your thighs.

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peoniesnro · 2 months ago

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In Another Universe

#9. Make It Right

Synopsis – When you are just another iteration of Park Jimin’s girlfriend in a different universe.

Park Jimin × Reader

Genre – parallel universe / kind of fantasy/ strangers to ??/ SMUT/ maybe romance/ angst/ fluff /Infidelity

Warnings- Language/SMUT- Making out/ Dirty talks/ Brief breast play/ Protected sex/ Unportected sex/ Cockwarming/ Riding/ Car sex/ Word 'slut' (I don't know if I've missed any)/ Angst / INFIDELITY

Word count- 15k

a/n- Another very late update... I'm so happy I was able to finish this. Hope you'll find this exciting. And like always thank you for reading and then for your patience. Luv u.❤️

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You stare into the faces that stare back at you. Innocent. Curious. Afraid. Blinking at your stupid figure just standing there. When Jungkook called you an alien, it didn’t feel like it. Now though, you do feel like an alien with ten tentacles, five antennas, and two heads. That’s how they stare at you. That’s how you exactly look in your cozy pajama shorts and an oversized tee. Your feet are only covered by knee-high woolen socks. No shoes. No jackets. Shivering. But above all, scared and confused like an abandoned puppy in the middle of Seoul.

In hindsight, you have no idea what the hell is happening. Just like the first day you woke up next to Park Jimin. Only that you didn’t wake up on a cozy bed this morning. And instead of a godly looking shirtless man, you faced at least 30 young people. Staring you down. In fact, a couple of harsh nudges on your ribcage were what woke you up. Probably a five minutes ago. When you opened your eyes, you experienced the same level of feral panic. Like the day you saw Park Jimin for the first time. You screamed. They screamed too. You got up to your feet in light speed. They stepped away from you in light speed. Then you stared, stared, and stared. Still, staring. At the bunch of kids in front of you. With their mouth hanging open. One look at your surroundings is enough to tell you that you’re definitely standing in a classroom.

Holy fucking……

You take an uncertain, scared step back. You’re standing in a classroom. You woke up in a classroom!

How?

Where are you?

Are you in your world? Jimin’s?

Your panicked brain doesn’t get enough time to wonder over what’s happening when hurried footsteps reach you. Followed by several voices. Belonging to adults. Not to kids who have to crane their neck upward to look at you.

“Who are you?” An innocent, adorable voice asks that question at the same time some strange man barges inside. Then another one enters the room. Then another. You assume they are teachers. You can hear some whispering going around. Soon turn out to be mumbling and a noisy babble. Funny questions and assumptions start to flow as you look at the newcomer with wide eyes. You swear you hear someone say something about you being a witch from a movie you’ve never heard of.

“Stay put. Don’t move.” One of the men stretches his hand into a defensive position. Taking a cautious step forward. You listen. Not daring to even move a finger. Catch several women enter the room as well. They are here for the kids. Evacuating. Practically dragging kids out. You just watch. Raise your hands in the air to let them know you surrender. Cause no harm to anyone. They don’t believe you, however. It seems. That’s how you find yourself dragged out by two men in blue uniforms no more than three minutes later.

It happened all so fast. One moment you were trying to explain that you’re not a threat to anyone. That you’ve no idea how you ended up here. The people you assumed to be teachers didn’t really listen to you. Only parting their ways for the police officers. Then you’re dragged away.

What the actual fuck?

In your confused state, you can’t even bring yourself to say anything. Just letting them take you away. Looking at the eyes staring at you in shock.

……………………………………………….

You spent the whole day being restless and antsy in your apartment yesterday. With Key by your side. She was restless too. For a whole different reason. You were worried to death because you didn’t know if your wish had really worked. Because you didn’t know if you would see Park Jimin again. He asked you to stay after all. No scratch that ─ he begged you to stay. And you’re weak. He wanted a chance to make it right. You don’t know how. Hell, you don’t even know what you’re doing. It didn’t matter though. All that mattered was being able to see him once again. So, of course, you were afraid. Afraid that you might not wake up in his bed again. Then Key was afraid whatever you did, won’t work. You went to sleep late last night. After praying for every higher entity that you would be waking up in another world in the following morning. Ridiculous, considering you were asking for the complete opposite few months ago.

Then when you know your prayers had been answered, shouldn't you be the happiest in every damn universe? Well, you are. Or you were. For a split second when you noticed a license plate. Just like how you knew something was wrong that day inside Park Jimin’s car. But that happiness was very short lived. It popped out like a bubble. You were forced inside a police car for the first time of your life. While you were in your pajama shorts, for fucks sake. And now you’re sitting in a very uncomfortable plastic chair in front of a messy desk. A middle-aged bald man glaring at you like you’re Rafael Caro. Or any other dangerous criminal that exists in this world. You sigh heavily.

“Listen officer, you have to trust me when I say I’ve no idea how I ended up there.” You reason. Leaning forward over the messy table. He scoffs.

“Yeah? So what? Someone drugged you and took you inside a middle-school?” Questions. Entwines his fingers. “You listen to me, filth, you could very well be a sick headed psychopath that we need to lock up immediately─” You try to protest but he holds his hand up stopping you. “─then you refuse to tell us your identity. What’s that make of you?” Points out. Well, you don’t exist in this world. You made the mistake of giving your real identity which they couldn’t find. Then you had the option of using the name Kim Liya. The thing is you’re simply worried what problems it’ll cause later. So, you stay put. Keep it shut. And by the look of it, it’s not going in your favor. You are angering this man before you. You by no means know how these things work. Will they put you behind bars just like that? Only if you can call someone and let them know. Ask for help.

The thing is, yet again, you don’t have a method of communication. Your phone, the one that works in this world, is not in your possession. It wasn’t there when you woke up yesterday. You must’ve fallen asleep after tiring yourself to sleep with Jimin. You can’t remember how that night ended. Only that Jimin asked you to stay, and you agreed. Told him your stupid theory of making a wish. Of course, he became difficult. Because he is Park Jimin. You had to talked it over until your eyes were droopy. So, he just laid back in the couch. Dragged you with him. You didn’t protest. Last thing you remember is him asking you to try the only way you know. And maybe him begging you not to leave once again. You obviously didn’t remember to take your phone with you. Now, you don’t have it.

The sigh police officer lets out brings you to the present. “Well, at this rate this is not a simple breaking in, you’re intentionally hiding your identity, you’ve no documentation you could provide us. In that case, I’m sorry, lady, I would have to follow the regulations.” He more of mumbles to himself. Your eyes go wide. What regulations? What is he going to do? Oh no, no, no. This can’t be happening. You really don’t want to experience a single second inside a holding cell. You’re not a criminal.

“No, no wait! Wait.” You nearly stand up as you practically yell. Making the officer throw you a disapproving glance. “I can prove my identity. But, uh... can I call someone?” You look at the man uncertainly. Worried that he would say no.

“Call who? Your lawyer?” He questions after a minute of silence.

“No. But someone who can vouch for my identity. And vouch that I am no criminal, and all of this is a huge mistake. C’mon, I know you can’t deny my rights. I’m allowed to call someone.” You regret saying the last part the moment it leaves your mouth. It’s not like you’re trying to make this person more pissed at you. But then even though his face turns stony, you’ve said the truth. After another sigh he points you the phone. Tells you something about it being recorded. And something about a time limit. You just nod. Jumping at the chance and already dialing Jimin. See, each and every experience in this world has prepared you for the unexpected. The day you bleed through your vagina and had to ask Jimin’s neighbor for a call. You made sure to memorize Park Jimin’s number like it’s your own name. Everything, in the end, comes in handy.

You keep the receiver presses into your ear. Heart pounding as you worry that he wouldn’t pickup. Then after the fifth ring he does. His groggy voice reaching you. Probably still sleeping.

“Hello?” Asks slowly. You feel a rush of relief wash over you.

“Jimin.” You say eagerly.

“Lil?” Suddenly, there’s not a trace of sleepiness in his voice. If anything, you can hear the alarmed quivering.

“Yeah.” You glance at the police officer. Don’t know if he’s being kind or not.

“Wait? Where are you? How?” There are sounds of rustling following his sound. There’s no time to explain things over the phone.

“I’ll explain. But can you come?” You ask calmly as you can. Not wanting to panic him as well. Which turns out be a complete waste of effort once you say where you are.

The last thing he says sounds like a ‘hold on baby, be right there’. You couldn’t tell since he has already hung up.

………………………………

“Are you fucking kidding me? You just dragged her here? And what? You assholes couldn’t even give her a fucking jacket?” Jimin bangs the desk with his palm. You flinch. Oh, this is not a very polite behavior. Especially since you’re in the wrong. Not that you intended to trespass, but the police did their job. Just that. They haven’t even pressed charges against you. You were the one who couldn’t prove your identity. And Jimin here is causing unnecessary trouble. Why would he be so mad? Apparently, it’s because they’ve not given you a jacket. Isn’t that silly?

“No Sir, but I need you to calm down.” The same police officer who stared you down for the past thirty minutes, called you ‘filth’ and a ‘psychopath’ shows his palms. Trying to calm Jimin down. The bugger is bowing down to you now, all because he thinks you’re the CEO of The SE. You’re playing Liya it seems. Yet again. That’s your identity. He is bowing to Jimin deeply because there’s money involved here now. Power. Well, simply how the world works. Or all the worlds in that case. Officer had already apologized to you for causing trouble. And he didn’t even care how or what you were doing at a middle school anymore. The problem is resolved now. It should be if it isn’t for Jimin throwing tantrums here.

This scene is getting attention and you’re becoming embarrassed. You tug at his jacket. “That’s fine Jimin.” Mutter under your breath. He gives you a look. Scowling deeply.

“That’s not fine.” He shoots a glare at the officer. Then looks at you again. Eyes cast down to where you’re still sitting. Slightly shivering. He sighs in resignation. Gaze softening as he takes his jacket off. Wraps it around you. Ignores the little sounds of protest you let out. Crouches down in front of you, taking your hands in his. Squeezes. “You okay Lil?” Wonders. Voice so soft. You nod. Not that you’re completely okay, but ever since your first day, you learnt to expect the unexpected.

“Can we leave please?” You mumble that out. Watching Jimin’s eyes reflecting something you can’t quite decipher. He smiles softly. A crooked one. Then gives you a few nods in agreement.

“Yeah, c’mon.” Takes your hand in his. You stand up. Finally, feeling relaxed.

You bow to the officer and mutter an apology at the same time Jimin shoots another glare at him. You can hear the officer apologizing once again as you leave.

……………………………………………….

“What happened? How? Did you wake up early and left? How did you end up at a darn school?” There are so many questions spilling out through Jimin’s plump lips. While you’re now comfortably sitting inside his car. Warm, thanks to the heater and his puffy jacket. You look at Jimin’s wide eyes.

“No. I mean, do you think I’m crazy to leave like this? That’s a stupid guess.” You gesture at yourself. Jimin follows your movements. Eyes darting from your head to toe. That familiar amused smile paints his lips.

“Exactly! Why are you? Gosh, Lil, you were like what, wearing clothes that covered every inch of your skin while you were waking up with me, and today out of all the fucking days you decided wear that? And why are you wearing those socks?” He looks away from you as a chuckle rumbles his chest. You gasp.

“Okay first, Mr. Park, I won’t sit my pretty ass here and listen to you criticize my clothing choices─”

“Who said you have a pretty ass?” Jimin interrupts your venting. You feel your face heat up. A moment of insecurity gets to you before you see his coy smile.

“Yeah? I don’t? If I can recall correctly, last time you saw it you couldn’t keep your hands away and─” You nearly smack his head when he opens his mouth again. You point a finger at him. Not letting him interrupt you again. “─listen to me. This is not about my ass anyway─”

“You have a pretty ass.” Just like that you’re interrupted again. This time though you’re really blushing hard. Oh, fucking Park Jimin. “I mean it.” He says as you look away through the window. Can hear the amused tilt in his voice. Can’t even understand if he’s teasing you or being truthful. Decide you need to let the subject slip.

“Thanks! But it doesn’t make me forgive you for saying my socks are ugly.” You throw a brief glance at his grinning face.

“Never said they are ugly.”

“You don’t have to use the exact words all the time. And I didn’t wear this knowing I would wake up in a fucking school.” You successfully turn the conversation.

“Yeah, about that. How did that happen?” Grin that’s adorning Jimin’s face disappeared. Replacing his expression with a serious scowl. You shrug simply. Sigh. Throw your head back against the headrest. What a parallel this is. Just like that day where you sat in this same car. With Jimin. Feeling frustrated as you do now. Confused. Not understanding a single thing. Only now it’s morning and you’re not trying to rip your throats off by shouting at each other. It’s not been long but how far you’ve come.

“I have no idea. All I know is I was sleeping on my bed and then instead of waking up next to you─ like I always did─ I woke up on a cold floor and…” A sigh again. Turn your head lazily to catch him already staring at you. “I don’t know Jimin. It probably didn’t work you know. The wish thing and maybe….” You don’t know what you should say. There are no answers again. You don’t think you had them at all. So, you simply downcast your gaze. Looking at your bare thighs, peeking through Jimin’s large jacket. It’s Jimin’s time to sigh. But instead of just giving up like you, he simply gains your attention by placing his hand on your thigh. Over his jacket. You snap your head toward him.

“Hey...” He mutters softly. Leans forward a bit. “It doesn’t matter. You’re safe, that’s enough. It worked or not I’m glad you’re here. Like you promised and as long as this doesn’t happen again, I’m fine.” Squeezes your thigh. “Okay?” Asks. Well, he is right. So, you say what he wants to hear. And when he is just about to take his hand back, decide to shoot a sudden question. Just pops in your head.

“Why aren’t you at work? You normally leave early?” Your curiosity is piqued by his attire. Is in those darn sweats. You like them on him. Then you like him in his suits. Like him on his boxers. In a towel and naked. He looks good on anything. Or nothing at all.

“Ah, yesterday was a rough night.” He shrugs. Brushing you off. You, however, are feeling suspicious. Mischievous. A rough night? Why?

“Wait! Were you worried I wouldn’t come? So worried that you couldn’t even sleep?” You gasp. Tilting your head back to look at him better. Jimin just looks at you. Opens his mouth to say something but you beat him to it. Are fully intended to use this chance. There’s a coy smile on your lips. No, a wicked one. “Seriously? You were that worried?” You’re just about to tease him over and over again when he would deny it. Only for your chance to be robbed of you.

“Yes.” He mumbles. Leaves you stunned. Just one word. With his silky voice. You gape at him. Close your mouth which you opened to tease him. Slowly. Not knowing what’s the correct reaction.

Oh!

Jimin chuckles. “Oh, c’mon, don’t act so surprised Lil. You know I was worried, I asked you to stay. No, I fucking begged you to stay─” Jimin squeezes your thigh again. Bore into your eyes. You do the same. Getting lost in those brown orbs. Enchanting. “─ so, of course, I was worried. I asked you to stay because I want you here.” Lifts his hand just to put it back where his jacket isn’t covering your thigh. Making you inhale a sharp breath. His hand is cold. Electrocutes your skin. Tingles. Goosebumps rising. You can’t look away. Spell bounded.

“Why?” You manage.

“What why?”

“Why you want me here?”

“I─ I don’t know─” Stars rubbing your thigh. Inkling upward. “I really don’t know Lil. Just want you here.” You don’t know when, but he has leaned forward some more. Is waiting for you to accept his answer. You gulp, suddenly feeling your mouth dry.

“You said you want to make it right for me?” You don’t accept his answer. Won’t simply give him the satisfaction of losing your senses over one touch of his. Even though that’s what is happening.

“I did.” He admits again. Jimin is more annoying when he admits it instead of fighting with you.

“You should do it then. Just because you made me cum twice, we’re not good Park.” You’re the one leaning forward now. Like Jimin is a magnet. Magnifying you. It’s head spinning how his fingers draws invisible lines on your inner thigh now. Jimin’s breath brushes your lips when he laughs. His laugh is soft. Stark contrast to how his eyes has turned dark.

“No. We’re not. I’m gonna make it to you, like I said.”

“How?” Your question earns a soft smile from Jimin. No answers though. Instead, he pecks your lips. Motions of his hand halts. His eyes drop to your thigh. Then back to your face. Doesn’t ask any questions. But in some fucked up way you know what he is asking. Your heart is already beating in your throat. Without your knowledge you’ve spread your legs. Jimin is waiting patiently. Well, what’s stopping you. “Please.” You mumble.

That’s all he needs. Lips attacks yours in a bruising kiss. Tongue roughly passing your lips inside your mouth. Hand cups your pussy over your shorts. Rubs. Eliciting those shameless moans which he swallows. Pulls away.

“Tell me this pretty cunt is already leaking for me.” Inches his face to your jaw. Voice dangerously law. You don’t think it’s possible for a voice to go that deep. He kisses your jaw. Then neck. Pulse point. Then is back to bore into your eyes. Asked a question after all. Well, of course you are. You started getting slick the moment he put his hands on you. How embarrassing.

“Maybe. Maybe not. Don’t flatter yourself Park.” You mutter against his lips. Are going to be coy. Hold your power while you can. It’s just a matter of time until he gets you shamelessly begging. You hold your breath in anticipation when Jimin’s eyes turn even darker. He says nothing. Doesn’t do as you asked either. Simply presses his middle finger into your slit. Over the thin material of your shorts. Index and the ring finger grabbing your pussy lips as a ‘V’. Squeezes. Hard that you mewl.

“Ji-Jimin… mph.”

“Don’t try to be coy baby, makes me want to break you.” He kisses the shell of your ear. Rubs that middle finger against your slit. Making your panty stick to your core. You turn your gaze to where he is touching you. Entire body burning up. Another mewl leaves your lips to see the outline of your pussy lips. Squeezed between his fingers. But then you’re not the only one. A groan escapes Jimin. You turn your head to catch how his eyes are glued to his actions as well. “Fuck baby...” Mutters. Retrieves his hand just to show it inside the waist band of your shorts. Slips his middle finger through your slit. “Ahhhh… fuck.” Kisses your jaw. “See, you’re leaking. Already. I have all the reason in this world to flatter myself.” Says as his finger pokes your entrance. Making your needy hole clench in anticipation. And he nearly plunges it inside. You nearly lets out the biggest moan you can make when a voice reaches you. Closely followed by a figure walking past your car. You jump a little in your seat. The sudden realization of where you are hits you.

How stupid of you to get carried out like this way. You’re at a parking lot of fucking police station for fucks sake. What were you thinking? You could’ve ended up in a cell for real this time. You look at Jimin with wide eyes. Hoping to find out he felt the sudden realization as well. Only to be disappointed when you see his eyes are still very dark. Licks his lips.

“Want me to stop?” Asks while his finger still teasingly circling at your entrance. Not fair. He shouldn’t ask such questions while tempting you to do otherwise. You buck your hips into his touch. Biting on your lower lip to contain your moan.

“Well, I mean, no. But─” You don’t get to complete whatever you wanted to say when his finger thrusts inside. Pumps right away. That moan you tried to stifle finally leaves you. Oh, it feels fucking good. Almost enough to make you forget your surroundings once again. And you nearly do when he adds a second finger. But you don’t. “Ji- Jimin… no... not─” You looks at him with pleading eyes. Feeling oh so fucked up to see his lips parted. Soft breathes leaving. As if he is the one receiving pleasure. You let your head throwing back at the pleasure he is creating. Struggling to find words. “Not h-here. Ji-Jimin. Take me somewhere. Fuck me.”

“Yeah? You want that? You should ask nicely.” He doesn’t stop torturing your cunt.

“Please.” See now, after the few times with Jimin, you’re certain that he loves it when you plead. He would do whatever to put you in that position. Shamelessly, you don’t mind that at all. You’ll beg, beg and beg till your throat sore if it means Park Jimin fucking your cunt relentlessly like this. With his fingers. With his tongue. With his cock. It feels too fucking good to care.

“Say it again baby? You want me to do what?”

So, you do.

“Want you to fuck me so hard Jimin please. Take me somewhere.” You make that plead with the best needy voice you can perform. Fortunately, it works. Jimin’s fingers leaves your cunt. Even though it makes you empty and desperate you’re happy he listens. You really want him to fuck you. And you don’t want to do that here. Jimin starts the car. Yet doesn’t pull away. Gives you a look.

“Keep touching yourself baby. Keep that tiny hole stretched out for me.” Smirks.

Holy fuck!

“Wh-what?”

“Did I stutter?”

Fuck you love this.

…………………………………………………

When you asked Jimin to take you somewhere, you expected him to take you into a hotel room. Motel room. A private space, like a secret apartment. His workplace. Anywhere else but an empty alleyway in middle of nowhere. You slip your fingers out of your cunt. Face burning. Sweating. Needy and desperate like a bitch in heat. Well, of course you’re needy after he made you edge yourself for an entire fifteen minutes’ drive. In his defense, you know he didn’t intend it to take that long. But he was searching for an empty place like this. Where there is no one in sight. Still, it was pure torture. He made you shift between rubbing your pearl of nerves and pumping your own fingers inside your cunt repeatedly. Making you bring yourself to the edge. Only for him to demand ‘stop’. And like the good girl you are, you complied.

You let out a shaky breath. Taking a good look at Jimin. The moment your fingers leave your cunt he replaces them. “Let me see baby.” Graces over your sensitive clit and pumps his finger inside easily.

“That’s a good girl. You made a really good mess. See...” He rubs your arousal over your swollen pussy lips. Making you whimper. Taps on your clit. You’re crumbling. See, you knew exactly this is what going to happen. Rational thoughts are leaving your brain. “Dripping.” Jimin places a soft kiss into your cheek. “All for me right Lil. You edged yourself like a good slut for me, right? So, I can fuck you so good? Make you cum on my cock again and again?” Whispers filth in your ear. All the while his fingers rub your slit. From your clit your hole. Back from your hole to your clit. Repeatedly. The sensation paired with his sinful words make you float. You’re needly bucking your hips into his hand. Pressing your soppy cunt more into his fingers. Wanting more.

“Yes, Jimin. Please…” You clench around nothing.

“Does my pretty slut want my cock so bad?” He gives you another kiss. You turn your head so he can place those kisses on your lips. Oh, how you wish he would be so desperate like the last time. Where he can’t control himself long enough to torment you like this. This is pure torture. But the good thing is you’re loving it. Love the way he plays.

“Yes, I want you s- so bad J-Jimin. Please… I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me hm?” You catch his lips in between yours. Feel like you’re in a haze. “Please.” Plead between your kisses. Do it again. Then again. “Please Jiminie. Baby please.” Whine. And you don’t know what did the trick. The beg or the nickname. You’re mortified honestly. Never planned to call him baby. But it’s already out and probably made Jimin curse aloud.

“Fuck. Fucking hell.” His hand stops. Levas your short. “On the back baby, c’mon.” Is already opening the door. Stops just to open the center console and fish out a foil packet. Then almost exits the car. Turns around to find you still unmoved. “Lil?” Questions. Well, you haven’t done this before. And it certainly seems like he has. You’re a bit nervous. But that doesn't mean you’re not up to trying. There were and are so many first times for you in this world. See, maybe you like this life a little too much now. You shake your head simply. Opening the door hurriedly to make it to the back seat.

You’ll not ask him the reason to keep condoms in his car. You don’t know if Jimin fucks other girls behind his girlfriend’s back. Like Taehyung. Or if he keeps them to use with Liya. You don’t want to think about that now. Are too horny to back down. The lines between you and Jimin are so blurry. You haven’t talked about anything. About what you’re doing. About his plans. No. You have no idea about anything. There’s no tag for this whatever-ship you two are in. It’s still the beginning. You’ll probably end up wounded up so bad in the end. But still, that’s a problem for later time. For now, all you can concentrate on is how good Jimin’s hand feels on you when he hurriedly drags your shorts down your thighs. Alongside your cotton panties. All you can do is to lean into his touch when he rubs your thighs. Motioning you to straddle him. So, you do. Raise your hips slightly so he can pull his own pants down. Then boxers. Freeing that hard-mouthwatering cock out. Earning soft whimpers from you.

“Hold on baby. I’m giving it you.” Jimin chuckles at your soft whimper. Rolling the condom down on his length.

“Hurry please.” You moan impatiently. Finally, feeling relieved when he holds his stiff cock upright for you.

“Okay, fuck, go on Lil. Take me in.”

You do as you’ve been asked. Adjust your body so your soppy hole is aligned with his pink tip. Roll your hips just once. Then you sink down. Feeling his cock stretching your entrance. Burning up your inside pleasurably. Your walls quavering to accommodate his hard cock. The moan you let out is due the pure relief. Gosh, it feels otherworldly. And to know that he feels the same. You’re positive you’d die. You and Jimin both moan in content when you finally take every inch of him. Safely buried inside your warm walls. He brings you close. Kisses you hard. Then just as you’re about to grind your hips, he pulls away. Stills you with his hands on your hips. Gives you a look which you can’t quite understand.

“What?” You mumble. Confused.

“Want me to keep playing?” His voice really makes your body vibrates. A shiver running through your spine. And at the haze of the moment, you make the mistake of choosing the wrong answer. It’s a very weak yet pathetic ‘yes’ does it for you.

“Fuck yeah? You want me to, don’t you baby? Want me to keep playing with your cute cunt?” Jimin sucks on your neck. Voice dangerous. Sinister. Teasing.

“Ye-yes mph yes. Fuck Jimin, yes.” You repeat what you said earlier. This time with more desperation. He groans. Then looks at you with those blown out eyes. Hooded.

“Let’s play then baby. Don’t move, okay? Don’t move until I say so.” Gives you a quick kiss. That means to be an act of comfort, but your brain starts to ring alarms immediately. You look at him with wide panicked eyes.

“Wh- what? What do you─”

“You heard me Lil. Just stay there, keep me warm. Keep dripping on to me like a good slut.” Jimin explains to you so casually. Stark contrast to how he looks right now. Tugs from your T-shirt to get you free from it. Does the same to your bra. You let him do that yet start complaining right away.

“No. No Jimin fuck. I can’t, you know I ca-can’t. Don’t do that. Want you to fuck me. Oh, fuck I’ll fucking…. Please.” You’re not even kidding here. You really feel that desperate. To have him stretched you out this way. Filling you to the brim. Feeling his warmth. Feeling his cock twitch inside you. But then not having him pounding into you like mad. Fuck you feel like you’re dying.

“You said you want me to play princess. Be a good girl now. Keep that cock warm baby.” Jimin throws his head into the head rest. Looking at you with hooded lusty eyes. See, you made the wrong choice. Were so dumb to think straight and now you’ve put yourself in this torture. All you can hope is that his control will snap soon. Silly of you to think that. Park Jimin apparently is the devil reincarnation. You’re absolutely wrecked and ruined at his hands. Turning into a puddle after sucking his plump lips for God knows how long. Letting him play with your tits, sucking and bruising the sensitive skin. Still, he doesn’t let you move. Keeps you still. His hard cock safely buried inside you. Maybe it’s not been that long. But to you with your brain screaming only one thing, it feels like you’ve been this way for hours. You have no idea how much you begged. Only that, being the asshole he is, Jimin enjoys your little pleads to the fullest. They make him even harder inside you, if it’s possible. And you know you can’t do this anymore. There’s this feral need for more. You need more. Something. Anything.

You pull away from his bruising kiss. Breathless. Panting. Your brain is malfunctioning when you purr against his mouth. Finally having enough of this torture. “Fine, you want me to keep your cock warm?” You ask. Jimin just nods. Is so fucked up just like you. “L-let me do it the right way then.” You feel new wave of your arousals drenching Jimin’s cock. Just at the thought of what you’re initiating. He perks up, quirking a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“Let me do it right way Jimin. Let-Let’s uh… let’s remove the stupid condom.” You blurt the words out. Loving the way Jimin’s breath hitches. Yet he doesn’t say anything. Stare at you dumbly. Maybe that’s too much. That needy monster who guided you to make that request pops out suddenly. Making you panic. You don’t want to cross any lines after all. “I mean, only if you want to. I- uh... I’m clean and I assume you’re too and… you know what never mind─” You’re quick to make excuses. Feeling stupid. But he stops you. Squeezes your hips. Groans.

“No... baby gosh no. Only if I want to? Fuck, you kidding me? Lil, I would die to fuck you raw. Shit you gonna kill me. C’mon move princess. Let us get rid of the stupid condom huh?” Makes you raise your hips. You moan at his words. Simply, you love this. Love this moment. Feel desired in a way you never did before. His words, touches, looks. All make you feel like you hold some power. A power to make someone, like Park Jimin looks this wrecked. And so do you absolutely love it when he gets rid of the condom. Guiding you back on his cock. Penetrating your clenching hole without a barrier. And like that you’re positive that the only living and breathing creatures left in the world are you two. Just you and him. Nothing else. Know Jimin feels the same. He hides his face in your neck. Arms wrapping around your figure. Clutching into you for his dear life. Loud obscene moans leaving past both of your lips.

“Fuck, fuck. Fuck Lil. Holy fuck you…. aaahh...” Jimin mutters incoherently into your throat. You’re no different. Are losing your mind all over again. Basking in the feeling of Jimin inside you. Throbbing and twitching. Getting soaked with your essence. You try to keep in that way, complying to his wishes. Only that you’ve no control over yourself.

“Jimin, I really can’t anymore, please let me move. Let me come hm?” You ask against his ear. Your own arms wrapped around him tightly. One on the nape of his neck. Keeping him pressed against you. “Let me cum on your cock… Jimin-ah... god baby please.” Yet again you don’t know what did the trick. Doesn’t matter since Jimin pulls away. Nodding.

“Okay, fuck. Move baby. Ride me. Ride me good yeah?” His head falls back into the headrest again. You nod furiously. Immensely grateful for the end of this torture. Find your balance by placing your hands on his shoulders. Start by grinding your hips slowly. Circling. Then you raise your hips a bit. Moaning at the sensation of his hard cock dragging along your sensitive wall. Can feel every inch and vein. Clench. Making Jimin’s fingers dig into your hips. Making him grunt. Then you sink down again. Clench. Start doing the same thing. Slowly first but then within a minute you’re bouncing on his cock like your life depends on it. Jimin gives you the full control. Just enjoying the view. The way your tits bounce and the way they graces his chest occasionally. You both live in a trance. The sound of skin slapping and your shameless moans filling the tight space of his car. And the filth Jimin spills.

“Yes. Fuck baby, keep going, you’re doing so good. Use my cock hm? Use it to make yourself cum. Squeeze me so fucking tight.” He places your stray hair strands behind your ear. Just for them to fall back again as you move. “Like that, you’re such a needy slut Lil. Look at you. Gosh you’re squeezing me hard. Keep doing that.” Molds the soft flesh of your breasts. Sneaks one hand between your thighs, finding your swollen bud. Just adding more pleasure to your ecstasy. “Cum.” Demands. “Cum baby. You begged me to cum slut. Let go.” Picks up the speed of his hand. And that’s all that it takes for you. Two more flicks against your clit while his cock hits all the right places inside you, you fall over the edge. Screaming his name through your clenched teeth. Shaking. Legs buckling. Yet can hear him groan through the ringing of your ears.

“Shit, shit, keep going. Lil keep, fuck… I’m gonna... you need to move princess.” You open your eyes to find him throwing his head back. Clenching his jaw tightly. “Lil now… fuck.” Well, you don’t do anything to be honest, too lost in pleasure. Too weak to do anything. It’s just him who raise your hips up just in time for the ropes of hot white cum to hit your lower abdomen and your cunt. Painting you in white. In him. God you’ll do the impossible to hear that moan he lets out. To see this look on his face again. Lips ajar. Brows furrowed. And covered in sweat. Nearly break you apart at how tight he holds you. “Oh, fuck. Fucking hell baby─” Jimin doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead chose to kiss you hard. Harsh. Long. Until the bliss of your high dies down. That’s when he pulls away finally. Rests his forehead against yours.

“I don’t think I can get enough of this shit.” Mumbles.

Well, you think the same.

……………………………………………………

“For fuck’s sake Park!!!” You try to dodge his grabby hands. Hands that are trying to squeeze your cheeks.

“What? You’re cute when you’re mad.” Jimin grabs you by the waist. Pressing you against his chest. You and he need to be embarrassed, at least. Yet here you are. Fooling around like two elementary school kids. You’ve been ever since you left that alleyway where Jimin parked his car just to fuck you. He made sure to annoy you for so many reasons including your – as he calls them- ugly socks. Then he refuses to admit he said it. But that’s what he’s been saying. You get it. Hell, you even felt self-conscious to walk across the lobby to the elevator. You must’ve looked like a clown. Knee high socks and no shoes. Jimin offered you his, but you refused. So, you’re mad at him. Not for real, no. See, just fooling around.

“I’m not mad.” You try to free yourself. He doesn’t let you. You give up. “You laugh at my socks, but you didn’t remove them when you fucked me.” Gasp. “You like them, don’t you? You’ve that kind of kink─”

“Really?” Jimin raises his brow. Exasperated. “What kind of kink?” His eyes are back to glinting. You squint your eyes. Trying to think of something. Just to find out you don’t know.

“I don’t know─” Say when Jimin chuckles. “But you have one. I’m fucking sure. That’s why you make rude comments about them.”

“What’s the logic in that. Why would I make rude comment… no wait, I didn’t make rude comments.” He defends with wide eyes. You’re about to counter when the elevator door dings. He lets you go. Waiting for the doors to open. You step out first. Entire floor is eerie silent, given the fact that there’s only two apartments.

You still haven’t talked about anything. It’s easy to procrastinate things. You felt the need to ask him your questions more than once to be honest. Then you’re pretty sure this light mood. This bantering and teasing will shift. It’ll all shift into something heavier. You’re too selfish, like you always are. Don’t want that to happen. So, you keep it shut. Pretend like you’re just a normal girl who walks into her home with her boyfriend.

Jimin enters the code to the keypad. You just take that time to look around. At the closed door of Lees. It’s all calm and quiet. Peaceful. It always has been this way. Jimin grabs your attention back when he pushes the door open. Holds the door for you. You enter first, just walking inside since you don’t have to remove your shoes. Wait for Jimin to join you.

“What do you wanna eat?” He asks behind you as you walk pass the entryway. You turn your head to look at him.

“Definitely ramen. I’m craving ramen.” You make a little moan in the end. Making him scrunch his nose. In adoration. Reaches his hand to your cheek again. Nearly touches you when─

“Where were y─” The sudden voice startles both you and Jimin. Making you snap your head toward the sound. Eyes landing on a figure, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Your heart dropping dead for a fractured second. You feel Jimin freezes behind you. Well, you do the same. Freeze. Mouth going dry and jaw dropping to the floor.

No!

No. No. No.

You make eye contact with yourself. Just standing across from you. You. That’s who she is. Only being differ with some little changes. But it’s just you. Staring right back at you. Her mouth hanging open just like yours. You make eye contact with her. Liya. Kim Liya.

Kim fucking Liya.

You feel your knees weaken. Feel your legs buckle. This can’t be happening. Why not? You made the damn wish. You wished for her life. For her to have a normal life while you still being on the picture. Well, you thought it didn’t work. You think Jimin believed the same. You two were so fucking selfish for not even bring her name to your conversation at least once. Or you both wanted but decided to do it later. Now it’s too late. She is right here. In front of you. Now you don’t have time to wonder what about Liya? It’s getting hard to breathe. Liya opens her mouth first. Eyes darting between you and Jimin, who’s just few steps behind you.

“Wh- What... What’s─” That’s all she could bring out. Rest of her words dying on her tongue. Drowning out with the ear-splitting screech you left out. Your hand grabbing the left side of your chest. It’s sudden. Like a sudden stab. But painful as if every bone in your body cracked at the same time. It comes from nowhere. You were just fine a second ago and now you’re doubling down while clutching your chest. Like it would fall if you remove your hand. It comes like a crashing wave. Pain. Just pure pain in your chest. Enough to make your head throb. Ears ring. Sight blur. The last thing you see before everything goes blur is Liya clutching her chest as well. Not screeching or doubling down like you. Just whimpering. Holding on to the door frame. Then you feel Jimin storm past you. Stopping between you and Liya.

“What’s… fuck Liya? Lil? Wh-what’s happening?” Jimin’s voice is nothing but a white noise ringing in your ears. Can hear him talking but nothing makes sense. It’s just pain. You think you’ll faint. You think you’ll die. Don’t even realize you’re crying. Gritting your teeth hard to endure the unrelenting pain. Jimin just stands there. Stupidly. Head snapping from you to Liya. From Liya to you. Oh, if you’re in your right mind, you’ll realize how much of an ironic, comical, hard, yet stupid position Jimin is in. In a position where he has to choose between you and Liya, even when nobody asked him to do so. You don’t know what he’d have done eventually. Your weakened body doesn’t allow you enough time to find that out. You make the decision for Jimin. Make the decision when your legs finally give up. When your knees hit the marble floor with a crack. Well, you certainly make him realize that the person in more pain is you. He is crouching down next to you in a blink. Your face in his hands.

“Fuck Lil, are you okay? Hey, hey, talk to me. Where does it hurt?... No, no stay with me huh? Wa-wait... I... I need to call an ambulance.” His hand leave your face as he fumbles inside his pocket. You can’t really comply. Don’t think you can talk. You can’t breathe. You can’t. It’s too stuffy. Your head will explode. You need to go outside. One of your shaky hands reach Jimin. Touch his hand barely. Yet his attention is on you immediately. “What? What is it?” Asks. Even with your blurred sight you can witness the panic in his face.

“O-out... I... o-out.” You don’t think you’re making any sense right now. But that’s all you can do. Jimin nods.

“Out? You want to go outside?” Cups your face in his hands again. You nod. Nod through your tears. Watch Jimin throws a worried glance toward Liya. You follow his line of vision. Find Liya still upright on her feet. Eyes on you two. Obviously in pain but nowhere near you. She is in pain but you’re dying. You’re positive.

Jimin says nothing when he picks you up from the floor. All of a sudden. Probably thought the same thing as you did. “Just a moment, I’ll be right back.” He mutters to no one specifically before starting toward the door. You in his hands. He meant the words to Liya. You all know that. He’s supposed to be with her. Not you.

Not you at all.

……………………………………..

“You can go back inside Park. I’m fine now.” You say to Jimin while sitting on a comfy couch in the lobby. And you’re telling the truth. The pain you felt starts to subside immediately after you left their apartment. There’s still a slight sting. But nothing unbearable. You’ve dried your tears with your T-shirt a long time ago. It’s been more than fifteen minutes since you and Jimin have been out here. And that’s not good.

“No. No, I won’t just leave you. I thought you were fucking dying Lil. I’ll stay here till he arrives.” He glances at the entrance. Is pacing around like a maniac.

“I’m fine Jimin. You need to go back to her. She was in pain too.” You gesture toward the elevator. Feeling so fucked up.

“Ah shit, why the fuck does he takes so long?” Jimin ignores you completely. Only if you can stand up and stop him from tiring himself out. You just feel too weak to do so. You’re waiting for Jungkook. The only person came to your mind who could help you in this deteriorated situation. Jimin had to go through a little bit of a hassle to contact Jungkook. You not being much help. He had to reach Taehyung first. Had to yell at him for asking stupid questions. Luckily, however, he had the contact information. You guess it might’ve been a great shock to Jungkook when Park Jimin reached him like that. Jimin didn’t really give him any details, just vague and asked him to come as soon as he can. Jungkook being Jungkook, said yes. Now you’re waiting. Have been for fifteen minutes.

“I’m serious Jimin, it’s not okay for you─”

“I know, okay, I know. I know I’m supposed to be there. But just… let me make sure you leave with him. Safe.” Jimin snaps. Making you shut your mouth. This is so fucked up. More fucked up than the fact you just entered her house, laughing and smiling, just after having each other cum so hard. You need Jimin to leave. That’ll at least give you a little bit of peace, in your mind. But then you don’t want him to leave at the same time. His presence is comforting. You’d be lying if you say you aren’t scared. Because you are. Hell, you are scared for your life. Jimin makes it bearable. Then she might be scared too. It’s so wrong for him to be here when she is his girlfriend. Even though, now you’re partially scared of what might happen next. Back on the track, aren’t you?

How ridiculous that you brought all this shit upon yourself. You made her come here. And for a fact, you know that unbearable pain has everything to with her. That odd lady explicitly told you as long as you’re here, she can’t be. Then you didn’t heed, now did you? You’re playing with a fire that you can’t even see. What’s next? Will you die? Is that what she meant when she said only one space is there for one person. That you can’t share Liya’s space with her. Will you be in this pain forever? Was this your doing at all? It should be. Liya wasn’t here until you wished. Fuck, that was a wish. No matter, how ridiculous it sound. That was that.

You still don’t know the answers for half the questions you have. Two things, however, are certain. First, this all happened because of a wish. Second, you and Liya can’t share that same space.

You look at him again. With the intention of persuading him one last time. Even though you don’t want to be alone. You are just about to open your mouth when a sudden movement at the entrance catch both of your attention. Jimin stops his pacing abruptly. Head snapping to the person who enters through the already opened glass door of the lobby. Jungkook’s eyes land on you instantly, as he stops briefly for a moment. Then he is storming toward you.

“Finally.” Jimin mutters under his breath. A sigh of relief leaving his pink lips. Jungkook reaches you and Jimin. Stopping just a few steps ahead of you. Eyes wide and mouth adorably hanging open. Glances between you and Jimin for a moment. Confused. Fixes his eyes on you in the end.

“Noo-Noona?” Jungkook practically whispers that. Still, you hear that. He looks uncertain. As if he’s trying to figure who you truly are. Well, that’s very fair. You crack a very forced smile. A painful one. Raise your hand or try to do so.

“Hey, Kookie!!” Mumble. Jungkook sucks in a breath. It’s like you’ve given him a proof to believe you’re you.

“Fuck, it really is you.” He says again. More to himself than to you.

“Uh... can you?” Jimin interrupts Jungkook’s daze impatiently. Of course, it’s time you should free him. Jungkook averts his gaze to Jimin. “Can you like, uh… look after her. She was in pain─”

“Pain?” Jungkook looks back at you. Brows furrowed.

“Yes, pain. She is okay now but... I can’t─”

“You should go now Jimin.” You can’t really take it to see Jimin guilt tripping. Not wanting to leave but wanting to do exactly that. He shouldn’t feel guilty to leave you. No, he shouldn’t. “I’ll be fine now. Jungkook’s here.” You gestures to the poor boy. Standing there and taking your exhausted figure in. Jimin looks you straight in the eye. Startles you when he crouches down before you suddenly. Takes your hands in his.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine?” He isn’t just speaking with words. Is doing it with his eyes as well.

Oh, fuck.

“Of course, I will Jimin. I’m fine. Look, he’s here now. You really need to go to her.” You free your hands from his grasp. Not because you don’t like the feeling. Just because it feel wrong. Oh, so utterly wrong. “Go.” You repeat. Jimin’s eyes fall down to your hands. At the way you just refused his touch. Say nothing though. Just nods. Stands up and turns to Jungkook.

“Text me your address.” Says to him as he gives you another glance. Jungkook agrees. You want to ask Jimin why he would want that. But he is already walking away. Backward. Eyes lingering on you. You hate this painful tug you feel at your chest now. Which has nothing to do physically this time. You don’t want Jimin to leave you. You keep your eyes on him until he turns around. Pushing on the elevator button. Till he rushes inside it. Till he’s no longer in your sight. You were so immersed in Jimin that you didn’t even sense that Jungkook has replaced Jimin’s place on the floor. Crouching down. Peering into your eyes. He takes your hand this time. And you don’t reject.

“You okay Noona?”

You just smile.

……………………………………………

Jimin is pacing inside the small, confined space of the elevator. He should’ve taken the stairs instead of this. That could’ve helped him to ease some nerves. Which is exactly what he needs now. Pacing around this tight space like a headless chicken isn’t helping him at all.

He hates so many things right now. But what’s so fucked up is that he hates having to leave you with another man. Hates that he couldn’t be there at the most needed times. Hates that this other man is Jeon Jungkook of all people. You wanted him. Jimin wanted to leave you with Taehyung. Wanted to leave you in a hospital. Well, you were you. Stubborn you. Said that Jungkook knows everything. That serves enough reason why he should be the one to come. Jimin couldn’t argue at the end. Had no other options but to agree.

See this is what exactly he was afraid of. Why? Why on the earth he is feeling this way? This was what happened at the day you woke him up that night. He was more worried about you leaving. More than the misfortune his own girlfriend was facing. It doesn’t mean he gives no fuck. Because of course he is worried. Was worried. Even now he wants this damn elevator to reach his floor faster. There’s so many scary what ifs haunting his mind.

Gimin groans loudly. His fingers threading through his hair. He thought it was the fucking sexual tension. That aching desire to have you. Then there’s no reason to be jealous. Fucking territorial. And he had you. These burning sensations should’ve dissapeared by now. Why on the hell he asked you to stay? And then asked you to make sure Liya has her life back? Now what? What a mess he has made.

He lets out a breath when the elevator finally stops. Is practically running across the hallway toward his door. Praying to God that she’ll be okay. It wasn’t that he wanted to leave her alone like that. Simply you needed more attention. More than Liya. Right? Then he should’ve come back to her the moment he knew you were okay. Now what will he say to his girlfriend. What’s his reason for taking care of another woman?

A mess. All this is. He made this mess.

He barges inside like a hurricane. Running straight to the lounge. Is about to turn to the kitchen when his eyes land on Liya. Sitting on the couch. Seemingly okay. Jimin can’t begin to describe the relief he feels. She raises her head at the sound of his footsteps. Looking at him with alarming eyes. Those eyes. The eyes he fell in love with once. Don’t you have the same eyes? She stands up. Immediately. Bridges the distance between them and when she does that those eyes were gone. Replaced with just fire behind them.

“What the fuck is happening Jimin.” Liya screeches as she stops just an inch away from Jimin. Runs her hands through her hair. “Who- why? What… God, why did she look exactly like me. Jimin. Who─ It hurt like hell, why- why was she feeling that too.” Liya is stammering in bad way. Her breathing is getting shallow and fast. That’s no good. Jimin knows how this might feel. He knows it. Just doesn’t know what to do. So, just wraps his arms around her. Hugs her tight.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay Liya. It’s okay. I’ll explain. Calm down…shhh… it’s okay.” Mumbles into her hair.

……………………………………………

It was fairly easy to calm Liya down. She has better control of herself. It’s just that. Now Jimin is watching her laugh. Laughing aloud.

“Seriously? You want me to believe that?” Asks through her giggles.

“Yes, I want you to do that. Because, how else you’ll explain that? Explain her?” Jimin gestures toward the door. Liya’s laughter dies down. Slowly. Then silence fills the room. For a long minute before Liya breaks it.

“I- I don’t know. I mean how’s that─”

“You know Liya. C’mon you know. I’m pretty sure you felt the pain. Just at the right time you saw her. And what? You think she’s just someone who exactly looks like you? You think so?” Jimin leans forward. Is sitting on the couch. It was frustrating to explain some shit about parallel worlds. Felt stupid. Yet he had to do that. There was no other options he could choose. Liya doesn’t say anything in response. Just sighs.

“Okay so let’s just hypothetically─”

“No hypothesis Liya, I’m telling the truth.” Jimin doesn’t mean to snap but it’s really frustrating. Can understand how you might’ve felt all these times. First him, and you said how it went with your best friend. Oh, he understands you completely now. Liya knits her eyebrows in pure annoyance.

“Okay. All right. So, you’re telling the truth. I just met my alternative counterpart from a different universe. Okay, I mean I can’t deny I felt the pain. Can’t deny I felt like I was looking at a mirror. It felt super weird.”

“Exactly.”

“So, is this the reason why I’ve been missing on those meetings, lunches, the reason why I couldn’t remember some things? That wasn’t because I’m having─”

“No, you’re not sick. It’s because of this. Because you were disappearing every other day.” Jimin interrupts her vent. There’s no point of hiding ot from her now. He feels like shit. Heavy.

Fuck!

Another uncomfortable silence. Jimin can’t look at her. Feels his throat constrict.

“Okay, yeah.” She puffs a breath out. “Then how long Jimin?” Breaks the silence again. Jimin expects her to ask that question. Sooner or later. Yet he feels like he can’t answer.

“Uh- like couple months.” He mumbles weakly. Barely audible. Eyes fixing upon their opulent coffee table.

“Months?” Liya grabs Jimin’s sleeve. Softly. Trying to get him to look at her. “What do you mean months? Tell me how long, exactly?” She shifts in her position. Her grasp tightening. Jimin reluctantly glance at her.

“Like almost two─” Liya’s gasp is what interrupts him. She lets him go. More like her arm falls limp.

“Two? T-Two months? For heaven’s sake Jimin.” Scoffs. Her calm expression morphing into storm within a blink. Stands up. “And you let it happen?” Looks at him in pure disbelief. Under very different context. Where Jimin hadn’t done exactly that. Let it happen. This could’ve been his breaking point. The accusation! He would have stormed away with gritted teeth. In this context, he can’t. It makes him scowl, nonetheless.

“It wasn’t under my control, you know.” He mutters. Trying to mask his guilt. Trying to act natural. It’s getting harder and harder by every passing second.

“Why did you lie to me?” Liya changes the course rather fast. Kind of looks like she doesn’t know what to ask first.

“I fucking didn’t lie to you.”

“Well, you kept the damn thing a secret. You knew what was going on all along and you let me believe I’m sick.” Liya steps to her left. So, she can face Jimin properly. Forcing him to avoid her piercing gaze. Wincing at her accusing tone. How hard it’s to hear what she says just because it’s true. “You knew I was worrying about not remembering stuff and you just let it happen Jimin. Did you even try to stop that- whatever this thing is.” She gestures between her and the door. Referring to you. Her voice raising with every word. He needs to stop her. Can’t listen to the bitter truth.

“Of course, I did. We- did. We tried our best. And I kept it a secret because you wouldn’t have believed me Liya.” Jimin finally finds the courage to look at her. Shame burning him inside out.

“How would you know that?”

It’s Jimin’s turn to scoff.

“Really? How would I know? We’ve been together for fucking five years Liya. You would’ve called me crazy. Even now you don’t believe it completely, I know that a part of you still thinks I’m crazy. You only believe it because you saw her, you felt the pain and all those shits.” It’s not Jimin is trying to find a way to win this fight. No. But it’s not a lie. That’s the reason why he didn’t tell her. At least before he became selfish and wanted you. Only you.

Fucking idiot!

Liya doesn’t say anything right away. Takes a deep breath. Rubs her face. Starts pacing around. Jimin feels like laughing aloud. How ironic. How funny she does exactly same things as Jimin. How you and she are not similar to each other at all. You hate it. Pacing around. And yet, you’re the same person. Liya stops. Turns to Jimin.

“You say you tried? Well, you clearly haven’t tried enough considering she’s still here. And what were you doing with her this morning anyway?” Questions. Jimin feels blood drains out of his body. Heart stopping. Guilt. Fucking guilt.

“She needed uh... help.” Jimin tries to gulp sneakily. Not wanting to act guilty.

“Help?” She quirks one of her brows. “Like earlier? Did you leave me alone, Park Jimin?”

“Oh, c’mon she looked like she was dying.”

“SO, WAS I!”

Silence. It’s eerie silence. And they just staring at each other. It’s too quiet Jimin can hear his own heartbeat booming in the spacious lounge. For a fact, he knows Liya wasn’t in pain anywhere near you. But does that justify his actions?

“We need to stop this shit Jimin. I was in fuckin pain, and I don’t think that’s a good thing. She- whoever she is clearly has messed with my life enough.” Liya grits. There’s an unexplainable look in her eyes. Liya is a smart woman after all. “This needs to stop. I won’t just sit here and watch her mess with my life.”

Jimin opens his mouth to argue. Finds no words, however. Liya gives him a one last look and storms away. Leaving Jimin to just sit there. To reflect on how he fucking messed up.

………………………………………….

“So, now she is here? It didn’t work, but the real Liya is here? And you both felt a severe pain when you met?” Jungkook blurts out. Holding a hot cup of coffee for you. You’re sitting on his couch. In your spring roll state. You struggle to take your hands out, nodding in confirmation for his question.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, Noona.” Jungkook mumbles as he gives you your coffee. Your eyes snap to him. Wide. Head starting to shake.

“No! Why are you apologizing? How is that your fault?” You scowl.

“I was the one who gave the idea about a damn wish.” He plops down on the couch next to you. Your heart sinks. God, you feel like a two-faced lying bitch. Jungkook never was wrong. He gave you the right idea. You’re the one who used it in the wrong way and now you’re deceiving him. The person who didn’t even judge you for your wrong doings. Do you even deserve to be here. With him. You feel your head pounds.

“No. No Jungkook. It’s not like that, I mean it wasn─” You’re so glad when the sudden knock on his front door interrupts you. You don’t want Jungkook to believe it was his fault. Nor do you want to tell him he was right, and you did this to yourself. Jungkook furrows his brows as he looks at the door. “Uh- are you expecting someone?” You ask as you follow his line of vision.

“No…. but maybe it’s Jimin.” Jungkook stands up. You watch as he reaches the door. One hand pushing his wild hair back. You don’t think it’s Jimin. There’s no way he can come this quick. You can’t even think about how much of a mess it must be in his home now. Explanations. Apologies. Questions. Oh, poor Jimin! Your assumptions quickly turn out to be true. The moment Jungkook unlocks the door, the door nearly slams into him. Makes you visibly flinch in fear that it hits him. He dodges it luckily. Couldn’t dodge the little body collides against him, however. Pair of arms circling around his neck.

“JUNGKOOK…. My fucking best friend!” J’s voice echoes through the confines of Jungkook’s apartment. He lets out a whine in complaint at how hard J is hugging him.

“Okay, fuck, all right.” Jungkook finally manages to push her away from him. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Questions from a J who gasps so loud. A hand going to her chest.

“Yah! Since when do you ask me why I’m here. I’m here because I have no life bro.” She answers. Turns around, grinning from ear to ear. Only for that grin to drop down when her eyes fall on you. She takes a split second in surprise. Then that wide grin is back on her face. “Miss. Liya!” Exclaims loudly. Already starting toward you “You’re here? Fuck, I didn’t believe Joonie when he said Kookie made you wash dishes─” Her words float away. You don’t know if she has stopped talking or you can’t hear her. Despite wanting to show a similar kind of enthusiasm to see her, which you’re genuinely feeling, that pain is rising again. Clouding your other senses. This time it isn’t painful like the last time. Nor is it sudden. But the pain is there. Slowly but surely becoming unbearable. Making your breathing ragged.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Noona… Are you okay? It’s the pain? It’s happening again?” You catch Jungkook’s concerned face peering at you. Can only nod in answer. Hear J saying something.

Why are you back in pain. You’re not in presence of Liya now.

You could’ve figured an answer out if it wasn’t for the piercing pain. A moment of peaceful thinking would’ve been enough. It’s a good thing that Jungkook can still think clearly. Worried out of his mind, yes. Yet he grabs your hands tight. You can only watch stupidly in pain when his eyes darted to J, who’s looking at you beyond horrified.

“She’s not Liya.” Jungkook states. Sternly. As if just those three words make all the sense in the world. J scowls at him. Confused. Hell, even you with your pain are looking at him with knitted brows. “She is not Liya, J.” He repeats. Then to much of your horror, just causally say your name loud. Your real name. Which only makes J’s scowl deep.

“What? What are you talking about? Take her to a fucking hospital Kook.” J crouches down beside you. “Or call her boyfriend, friend, assistant, or whoever the fuck can help her.” Looks at Jungkook like he just grew a third arm. Then her eyes are on you. “Are you okay Miss. Liya? Should we take─”

Jungkook’s words make a sudden sense to you. That pain intensifies like a surge.

It happens because J called you Liya.

You faintly hear Jungkook practically yells at J. Forces her to call you by your real name. She looks confused. Utterly so. Scared. But in the end, she does as she is asked. It takes more than a few minutes. It’s agonizingly slow. How the pain subsides. When it does, however, you’re facing a J who looks a bit pale.

………………………………………

Learning things in a practical way, in experience, is a good thing. The best way to learn. But not in all settings. It’s utterly foolish to jump off a cliff to learn you’ll die. Especially, when you’re just a mortal human being with one life to spare. Similarly to your situation now. It was quite literally brainless how you made your decisions. Driven entirely by your emotions. Fucked up emotions in that case. And on a pure bliss of a mind-blowing orgasm. It was moronic how you or Jimin, didn’t stop to think how the results of your stupid decisions will be. You didn’t wait to think what you’ll do if Liya is really here. No. You just let a man who’s in a relationship fucked your brain out. Then you just jump right into the fire pit he shows you. You decided to jump off a cliff just to see if you'd survive. Turned yourself into a lab rat.

Now here you are, sitting at a cleaned table of Kim’s restaurant. Feeling weak after two unrelenting chest pains. Not quite feeling like doing anything but sitting still. Paranoid. Petrified. You don't think anyone fears death until they realize it can actually happen. Until then they would make joke about it. Like you always did. But after those two unbearable painful contractions, you think you’re close to death. Yes, you are. You’re certain. Oh, it’s no longer a joke. Even the thought of it makes you shudder. Death is scary.

See, after so many talking with Jungkook- while completely ignoring a J who looked like she was close to slap herself- you came to only one conclusion. The same one. It’s simple. You can’t share the same space with Liya. It’s just not being able to stand in Liya’s presence. It’s sharing her space. Well, now you don’t know what’s the end. Death or not. But Jungkook doesn’t think you should put yourself into stupid testing anymore. As he said, no one wants to find out what will happen. You need to find a way to go back to your world. To stop this. Then till you’ll find a way; you need to stay alive. That’s how Jungkook came with this idea.

The idea is letting everyone who once knew you as Liya, know your real identity. At first you were so against it. Until you came down here, met Jimin. He was the one who manipulated you into doing this. What a complicated thing Park Jimin is. He broke your heart when you came up with the idea of doing same. Then now he’s the one who wants to do it. You didn’t expect to see him so quick. But then as Jungkook referred to it, this is a life and death situation. Dramatic. Yet you couldn’t argue. What if you really die? You really had no chance to talk to Jimin alone. To know what happened. It happened so fast. Few calls here and there. That’s all it take to make this restaurant crowded with eleven people. Annoyed people, at that.

“So, what is it? I swear to God Hoseok if this is just─” Yoongi starts but is interrupted with a gasping Hoseok.

“It wasn’t me for fuck’s sake. Do I look like I have time to play with you.” He scowls at Yoongi. Points at Jimin. “He dragged my ass here. And made me think the world is ending. Or our business is bankrupted… wait! Are we…?” Gapes at Jimin.

“What? No?” Jimin clicks his tongue.

“No guys.” J butts in. You look at her with panic-stricken eyes. She is the only one who knows you’re not Liya. Not being long since she knows. Apparently doesn’t believe you. Thinks you, Jungkook, and later Jimin have lost your minds completely. You’re here to let them know the truth. Partially at least. Yet still you feel paranoid to say it aloud. Afraid of judgments and the looks of betrayal. J ignores your glance. Ignores Jungkook’s weak attempt to stop her. It should be you who tell them. It’s a rash decision when you jump into your feet. Drags J back with her arm. Take her place.

“We- uh... I wanted to let you know that I’m not Liya.” Blurt out. Hold your breath. Expecting them to break into a one loud noise. Only to meet with silence. Dead silence. And ten pair of eyes on you.

“Okay, that’s it. I’m gonna kill you, Hoseok.” Yoongi stands up, the chair scrapping against the floor. Try to reach Hoseok over the table when he dodges Yoongi’s move.

“What the fuck, how’s this my fault.” Hoseok whines.

J turns you. Shrugs her shoulders. Gives you a I told you so look. You nervously glance at Jimin, who is staring at the ceiling. Shifts your gaze to Jungkook, who is rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. Jimin is the one who interrupts the pointless arguments flow over the place. Yanks Taehyung back with his collar. Who is trying to steal a can of beer.

“Oh, c’mon let me at least have a beer after you ruined my night.” Taehyung complaints to no avail.

“You drink, you pay for that shit, all right?” Namjoon throws a fair warning at Taehyung. Falls in the deaf ears, however. Jimin lets Taehyung go.

“Fucking hell.” Curses. Takes a deep beath. “Enough!” Shouts. Effectively grabs the attention of everyone. Drags you to his side. “This is not a fucking joke, you little gremlins. She’s telling the truth. She- she’s not Liya.” Waits for moment if someone decides to butt in. No one does. So, simply explains further. Who you are. Again, just to meet with silence. Until Seokjin breaks it. You catch a brief glance of Namjoon’s curious gaze on you before Seokjin takes the spotlight.

“Who now? I mean what the effing hell are you talking about Jimin-ah?” Demands. Jimin opens to say something but is cut off by Jungkook. Making his way to the table from where he’s been standing.

“That’s the truth Hyung. She isn’t Liya. You just need to believe that.” Tries to make this easy for you and Jimin. Yoona is the one who sighs this time.

“I really have no time for this bullshit guys! I had to left work early for this and what?” Throws her hands in the air. Everyone joins in agreeing with her. For a moment, you’re pretty sure they would walk away. All of them look like they’ve been scammed. Annoyed. Mad. Not interested in you in the slightest. The air is filled with the buzz created by everyone talking at the same time.

You look at Jimin helplessly. He groans. Maybe you should try one more time. You and Jimin both open your mouth at the same time. Yet, never get to say anything when the sound of the door chime echoes. It’s late and the restaurant has been closed long ago. Every head snap to the door curiously. Jungkook nearly walks forward to let the newcomer know that they’re closed. He doesn’t, however. Stops dead in the track when his eyes fall on the person who just entered. Gasps. You do the same. And then everyone else follows suit. Eyes wide and gaping at real Kim Liya.

“Hey!” She mumbles awkwardly. Clearly not comfortable with all the eyes on her.

“What the fucking……….” Seoyeon, who has been awfully quite for all these times, shouts aloud.

At the same time, you wince in pain.

……………………………….

Liya’s arrival is not welcomed. At least not in the beginning. Jimin just swirled past you like the wind the moment she uttered that ‘hey’. Jungkook’s hand wrapped around you at that exact moment. You fell into another fresh blur of torment. And like that, the expected chaos unfolded. J and Yoona were screaming in Jungkook’s ear. Demanding they should take you to a damn hospital. Someone nearly choked themselves to death. You’re positive you heard something shatter. God knows what. For a second everyone acted like mad cows. Until Liya took the matter up in her hand. Wildly explaining to an audience- who acted like they’ve got infected with Rabis- that you told the truth. It took time. Painful time on your side. In the end, however, Liya gave you what you were looking for. A distinct identity apart from her. You became your own person.

Just like that, Kim Liya solved your problem. Not that it relieved you of your pain instantly. No. Still, at this moment you’re in a lingering pain. You can see nervous and worried glances that reach toward you here and there. Making sure you’re really fine. Yet it worked to some extent. And everything seemed to be working. Peaceful. Then it’s not. Not when Liya ended her explanation with the word ‘Twin’.

“What?” You’re the first one to choke that out.

“You had a twin I didn’t know about?” Seoyeon looks betrayed. Exactly how Key looked when you told her the truth.

“What is this? A melodrama? A twin shit? And weren’t you just dying a minute ago?” Yoongi groans, sipping on his third beer can. Gestures to you with his beer.

“I- I’m really fine Yoongi.” You mumble. Your voice really doesn’t quite reach Yoongi.

“Wait? So, it wasn’t Liya that day?” Namjoon shifts the course entirely. Mouth hanging open.

“What day?” J and Yoona question in unison. You watch Namjoon goes to explain them that how he knew that you’re not Liya. Even though he didn’t believe it then. Some people pay attention to his ranting when Seoyeon directs your attention to her.

“Answer me Liya. You had a fucking twin that I didn’t know? How’s that possible? Was she born yesterday?” She grabs Liya’s arm. Shaking her slightly. You throw a brief glance at Jimin. He looks torn between worried and relieved.

“What? Yes, and not I had Seo, I have. I have a twin.” She points at you. You gape at her. A wise way to explain your looks. But that demands so many questions. Hoseok disturbs next whatever question Seoyeon is about to raise.

“It was you who was at the cottage, wasn’t it?” He asks from you. See, more questions. Endless. Now what will you say? You can’t help but glance at Liya. She glances at you. Brows furrowed. A realization hitting hard on her. Then she is looking at Jimin. Jimin who looks alarmed and tense. Oh, this is not good. You still don’t know how it went between them.

“No, Hoseok, it was me. Why would my sister join a party with my boyfriend?” Liya is quick to butt in. You’re glad though. Just nod. Avoiding her gaze.

“Right?” Hoseok scoffs. “Of course, it was you, Ms. Kim.” He steals Yoongi’s beer. Much to the dismay of the owner of that beer. A tense silence fall down. You keep your eyes focused on your lap. Fidgeting with your fingers. Your throat is dry, and it has nothing to do with the pain. Feel like you’re about get caught.

Fuck!

This is why you should think twice before doing shit. Why couldn’t you?

“Can I have a minute?” Liya’s voice in that stretching silence forces you to take your eyes away from your lap. “Sister?” She adds that as you look at her. Puts unnecessary weight on the word. You have no time to worry about others being suspicious about it. Not when you’re already starting to panic. Eyes landing on Jimin, meeting his eyes. He jerks up. Nearly says something to Liya when you beat him to it.

“Yeah sure.” You don’t want Jimin to intervene. Liya nods and steps out. Slowly. Calmly. She is too calm for her own good. You ignore the protests Jungkook is making. Just give him a smile. Start toward the door when your arm is trapped in Jimin’s fingers.

“Lil, you don’t have to.” He whispers. So, only you can hear.

“It’s fine.” You whisper back.

…………………………..

It’s cold outside. You’re wearing a jacket Jungkook lent you, but your legs are freezing out here. And it’s weird. Super weird. To stand out here, facing a different version of yourself. There are so many similarities. But then there are differences. Her hair is long. She looks fresh. You don’t think you look that fresh. She looks mature, like she should. She is a CEO while you’re still a college student figuring your shit out. If you have time, you can make a long list of your similarities and differences. But beyond being weird, you feel sacred. Like a student got caught doing something illegal. In front of the principal. Ready to be expelled from the school. Your heart is pounding. Mouth is still dry. Feel that shame and guilt on your shoulders. Heavy.

“Isn’t this nice, to meet another version of yourself? I’m intrigued. It’s a shame that my boyfriend kept you a secret from me, isn’t it? I wanna know everything about you, I bet you know everything about me after you fooled everyone pretending to be me?” Liya softly speaks first. Directly into the topic without any pleasantries. And she speaks softly, yes, but the harsh undertone isn’t hidden. The accusatory tone. Oh, you shouldn’t let her get to you.

“It’s not that we had any other choice.” You croak.

“We?” She snickers. “You mean, you and my boyfriend? You’ve teamed up?” Quirks her brow. She is fucking intimidating.

“No, not like that. We had no other─”

“No yeah, I get it.” She sweetly states. For a moment you really think she gets it. But then she continues. “You had no other options, yes. But you could’ve said no when you were invited to a party on my behalf.” Shrugs. “That’s okay, though. Not that you can change it. I’m pretty sure you had no ill intentions. Right?” Smiles. You gulp. “You just helped uh…a friend?” Twists her mouth as she looks to her right. At the restaurant. You follow her actions, meeting everyone��s eyes on you through the glass walls. They all immediately turn around, pretending to be minding their own business. Then two people still don’t. Jimin and Jungkook. They keep their eyes on you. You turn around. Paying your attention back to Liya.

“I don’t think I understand your point.” Say weakly. Liya shifts her gaze onto you as well. Chuckles.

“Yeah? Okay then let’s cut the bullshit and get to the point. What I’m trying to say is that you and my boyfriend wasted your time here.” Her calmed expression morphs into something serious. Angered even. “I don’t know what you did or not. I’m completely in the dark here, I can’t remember anything, where I was during all those times, what I did, nothing. I can only piece things together from here and there. From what Jimin told me and what I can hear from these people. And then I felt that pain too; I felt it back at our apartment and now. Had to hide it because nobody’ll believe in a twin telepathy now, would they?” Sighs. “Listen, I really don’t want to be the enemy of myself... like... you know... you’re me...” She gestures between you two. You try to say something. She doesn’t let you. “I really don’t know what’s happening and maybe I don’t care, all I care is that you’ve messed with my life for too long. I talked with Seong, heard about these couple times when you managed my business for me. Thank You. But I want you to understand that this is not your life and if this pain means anything, and if I have picked up the pieces correctly, you’re not supposed to be here.” It sounds like a question.

“I- I…” You start, not knowing what you should say.

“You don’t have to say anything. Just listen, I think my assumptions are correct, before you and I met you weren’t in pain. Then now we both are. But you’re in more pain than me and I’m guessing that’s because this is my life, not yours. So, maybe we can’t share this life, which mean you need to go back. I really don’t want another version of me in my life. Besides, even though you’re the one in most pain, I don’t want to risk it. Look, I don’t think you really tried all these times. To stop this or to find a way.”

“That’s not true. You weren’t here to see that.” You finally manage to get something out. Because she is getting on your nerves. She chuckles again. Or scoffs. Sounds like sweet venom.

“I wasn’t now, was I? But you’re still here, messing things up. And that pain─” She points at your chest. “─tells me, you can’t keep going. So, here’s the deal, I just helped you. Or more like I’ve given you some time, but I don’t think that’s a permanent solution. You’re still in pain, aren’t you? You don’t have much time it seems, so, just use the time I brought you to do everything you can to stop this. I’m telling you this because I believe this entire thing is on you. You are the one who remember everything and lived two lives. If it was on me, I would’ve stopped this a long ago.” Looks you dead in the eye. “I hope you understand what I’m telling. That’s the point I want you to understand. I helped you, now it’s your turn to help me. Go back. Quickly. Nobody wants you here.” With that, she turns on her heel. Stepping inside back. You just stand there. Frozen. For a moment before you pull it together. Almost trip over a rock as you follow behind her hurriedly.

“Wait! How did you know that I wanted my own identity.” Stop her in her track. She only turns slightly toward you.

“I didn’t, I just guessed. After hearing you were doing just fine before you met me, I guessed that might be the case.” Turns fully to face you. “You know what? Maybe we are not the same because I use my brain all the time. It’s your time to use yours now.” Smiles at you so affectionately. Yet makes you shiver. She is threating you. Simple. Just the way she made you her twin she can make you Liya again. Can put you in that pain again. You have one option and one only. You need to leave.

…………………………….

You watch in silence when your friends, or their friends start to trail off one by one.

Taehyung bends down to your height to take a good look at your face. Is obviously drunk. Hiccups. Whistles.

“Can’t be-lieeevee this shi-shit.” Slurs.

“What? What can’t you believe?” Jungkook shows the drunk man away from your face.

“She looks exactly like Liya.”

“Yeah? That’s how twins work man.” Jungkook snorts.

“No…. No, no, no. Th-this is di-fffrent. What I’m saying isss, you─” Taehyung points a wavering finger at you. “are… Liya.” Oh, he is too drunk. How the events have turned. “It was you who hugged me though right. She’ll ne-never, never do that.” Straightens up to look at Liya. You want Taehyung to stop this. Some people have already left. Yoongi being the first to wish goodbye. Asked you not to die. Then he was followed by a red-faced Seokjin and of course, equally drunk J. Now Namjoon is ushering Hoseok inside a taxi.

Your eyes stop on Jimin and Liya. He didn’t ask you about what Liya told you. Liya didn’t really give you a time to do that. Has been practically glued to Jimin’s side ever since you returned inside. Or Jimin didn’t try to talk to you. He hasn’t made any efforts after all. Can you blame him? That’s where he should be.

Jungkook was your company since then. It looks like you’re spending the night on his couch again. You sigh sneakily. There’s a heaviness inside you. Feelings you can’t fathom. You feel something burn inside you every time you catch Liya and Jimin. He catches your eyes here and there. Only to look away and that was that. Well, that’s where he should be but then he asked you to stay. Said he wants Liya to have a normal life but still want you here. Does it matter now? Things have changed. You’re in pain. And there’s a deal you and Liya made. Or a deal she forced upon you. You never agreed but you’ve no other options either. It’s a do or die situation. You snap your eyes to Jungkook, who abruptly gets to his feet. Jungkook drags Taehyung away.

“Okay, that’s your call.” Shows the cab just halted in front of the building. Seoyeon gets to her feet as well. Wishes goodbye to Liya. Gives you a tight-lipped smile. “You’re fucking harassing her.” You hear Jungkook mumbles to Taehyung as they are stepping outside. And Taehyung saying something incoherent in return.

Great, now you’re alone. Just with Jimin and Liya. Yoona is nowhere to be found.

“We should leave too baby. I didn’t drink. I’ll drive.” Liya softly says to Jimin as she stands up. Fuck, your heart sinks. Why’s this? Why do you feel so hurt. Jimin’s eyes nervously land on you. You avoid that gaze. “C’mon.” Liya urges him. For moment it looks like he might stay behind. Talk to you. Say something that’ll sooth your heart. Then of course, it’s a wishful thinking. Says nothing when he gets to his feet. Gives you a lingering, and longing look. Slowly follows Liya. Leaves.

You watch through the glass walls. He looks back few times. Then is getting inside the car. You watch Liya rev the car. Pulls out. Watch she drives away. With Jimin. Watch Jimin leaves with the person he should. Fuck, you’re hurting. Fuck, you feel like screaming. Screaming him to stay. You don’t. Just stay put. Gulping down the lump inside your throat.

It’s fine. Everything’s going to be fine. Maybe this is that second chance you get. To do everything right. You can make it right. Will leave Jimin and Liya to live their life peacefully. Right? Like Liya said, nobody wants you here. Not even Jimin. He was probably asked you to stay under the influence of his own emotions. Good orgasm. Now he’ll see clearly. And when he does that, he won’t want you here.

It’s not him who should make things right. It’s you. And you’ll do it.

Make It Right.

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literaila · 9 months ago

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hey!! What would you say happened after they said ily to each other, like the process of them going to bed after satoru patched up reader, just lying on bed and talking, little kisses etc etc 🥺

“say it back.”

you laugh. your smile is impenetrable. it’s like somebody came and plastered it to your face. “you’re making a bold assumption here, satoru.”

satoru leans towards you. he’s also smiling. “please?”

“mmm…”

“c’mon,” he kisses the tip of your nose.

“i guess i love you too.”

“you guess?”

“well, you’re not an easy man to love.”

“says the woman who i just stitched up on the kitchen counter. it’s probably stained, you know.”

“you offered!”

“but don’t i deserve a reward?”

you offer a measly hand, just by the side of your face. “fist bump?”

satoru throws his head back, but he’s still smiling when he taps his fist to yours, and then wraps an arm around your back so he can slide you off of the counter. “bed?”

“okay. i need to change though.”

“yeah yeah.”

satoru leans you both to his room, you in front, taking his cue with both of his hands on your shoulders.

“wait here,” he says, pushing you towards the bed.

“satoru, i need my—“

“what do you think i’m doing?”

you raise a brow.

“going to get your pajamas,” he adds, with a push of his hand as you lay down on his sheets.

“okay. but don’t grab the stupid plaid short things that you got me for my birthday. i’m returning those.”

“that was a good gift!”

“it’s basically a swimsuit. no way in hell am i sleeping in that.”

“if you’re sleeping next to me, it’s basically heaven.”

you just roll your eyes. and then close them. you really are pretty tired—your side throbs and even though you kind of want to live in this moment forever, you also want to forget all of this.

satoru taps your leg. you cant see him smiling down at you, but you can practically feel it. “be right back.”

“pick something comfy.”

“sure thing.”

you lay there and wait, replaying his words in your mind like they’re going to disappear.

really, you’ve always known. since you were a teenager, at least. before you knew anything about the world or the sort of fate that would design your family.

and you’ve learned a lot about love since you were sixteen, but you never quite got the hang of letting satoru go. you could never fully convince yourself that it wasn’t there—that you didn’t feel that.

at least now it’s paid off.

the pain, and fighting, and desperately clinging to megumi and tsumiki like without them satoru couldn’t be anything to you—

it’s so strange how simply that was all wiped away. just by the look on satoru’s face, the pure sincerity in his voice.

you almost fall asleep to the record of him saying i love you.

but then there’s a body standing between your legs, hands grabbing onto your arms to pull you up.

“hey,” satoru says. “not yet. you can’t fall asleep in bloody clothes.”

“but i’m so tired,” you whine.

“should’ve thought about that before you got yourself mutilated.”

you open one eye, looking at him. he’s still smiling. “you’re supposed to be nice to the person you’re in love with, you know.”

“you should take your own advice.” he lifts your destroyed shirt off of your body, shaking his head.

“i’m nice to you!”

“you let megumi hide my house keys the other day.”

“maybe i just love megumi more than you.”

“impossible,” satoru grins at you, slipping a loose cotton shirt onto your body—you don’t fail to notice that it’s his. “i’m irresistible.”

“keep telling yourself that, hun.”

“you know you admitted it earlier, right? you’re not going to try to pretend that the blood loss made you do it?”

you roll your eyes, leaning into his chest as he takes your pants off for you. “you’re sure something.”

“handsome?”

“crazy.”

“for you, maybe.”

“hurry up, satoru, i’m sleepy.”

and so he slips on some sweatpants, not even bothering to make a sly comment—at least he’s got some respect for you.

satoru pushes you over to your side of the bed, pulling down the covers for you. “get in. do you want to take some tylenol before you sleep?”

he moves to go grab some after you’re all covered up.

“no,” you try to grab at his hands. “c’mon.”

“i’m just going to get you a glass of water, then. i’ll be right back—“

“no. sleep. you’re tired.”

satoru wipes at a spot on your face. “am i?”

“yes.”

he sighs, looks to the door like he might be able to escape, and then back to you. “okay, fine. but you can’t complain to me in the morning.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever. come cuddle.”

“aww, you want to cuddle with me?”

“not if you’re going to be mean,” you pout at him, and satoru just laughs, slipping off his shirt and flicking the lamp off.

and then he gets in the bed with you, wrapping a leg around yours, carefully. “okay?” he asks.

“yes,” you turn so your head is on his shoulder, and satoru sneaks an arm under your neck.

“does it hurt now?”

“little.”

“okay. tomorrow we can ask shoko if—“

“shhh, sleeping.”

you can feel satoru’s body shake as he laughs again. “alright, i’m sleeping.”

you nod and push your nose into him.

this boy. this boy that you’re in love with.

it’s a blissful kind of pain, being here with him. knowing that none of it has been a lie, that you’re going to stick with him until he manages to push you away.

“satoru?” you ask, body burning, eyes puffy and closed.

“yeah?”

“i love you.”

“you guess?”

“no,” you poke his side with a finger. “i know.”

“yeah, i know too.”

he kisses the top of your head and you fall asleep to the feeling.

#jjk satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo saturo #satoru x reader #satoru x you #gojou satoru x reader #a typical family

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vincentvalenfine · 2 months ago

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forget-me-not

Cloud understands better than anyone what it's like to forget about the important things.

"So you're telling me you forgot Marlene's birthday is tomorrow?"

All it takes is that little note of disbelief, the look that says 'you were already told a dozen times', and everything about you becomes brittle. Even your smile, accepting of the teasing up until now, feels liable to shatter away at a moment’s notice.

Luckily Yuffie isn't that observant. She takes your excuse that you've been tired and busy with WRO work as it is, then playfully suggests you'd better hurry and go pick up something nice for the kid before the ninja is finally distracted by Tifa calling her over from across the bar. It's still not safe to fall apart yet, and Tifa will question if you leave before your food even comes out, so all you can do now is stare morosely into your drink, stirring the straw about slowly.

"You look beat."

You look up at Cloud's voice, blinking a few times as he sets your meal down in front of you - and then sits down across from you. Normally he would wander off to check on other bar patrons, begrudgingly accepting his side gig here on the days where there's no deliveries to be made. But tonight's a slow one, and the only people around are his friends, so you're graced with his company for once.

Well, graced isn't the word you'd pick while trying to stave off your feelings.

You give him just a nod and poke at your food with disinterest, appetite vanished under the weight of your emotions trying to crawl out your throat and throw themselves on the table. That would be ugly, and you're pretty sure Cloud wouldn't appreciate it. He's never been big on talking about feelings.

But it seems like he's going to try for once, clearing his throat quietly. "You alright? What'd Yuffie say this time."

Not a question, but statement of fact - you had to admit the assumption made sense when the ninja has a bit of a motor mouth at the best of times. It makes you clench your teeth a little, finding brief distraction in sipping at your drink before you force yourself to answer him.

"She reminded me about Marlene's birthday. I forgot... again." You can't help the bitterness that seeps into your voice, staring down at your food that you'd normally be digging into by now. Instead, the smell of it makes your stomach twist.

It takes a moment before Cloud comes up with a response. "I forget stuff too, all the time. I get it."

"At least people are sympathetic to your reason," you snap without meaning to, glancing at him just long enough to spot the surprise in his mako tinted eyes before you abruptly stand, empty enough gil from your pocket to cover your meal, and head for the door quickly. You need some space, and privacy to lose your cool in peace.

"What was that about, Cloud?" You hear Tifa's voice behind you before the door closes, and don't bother giving anyone a chance to come after you as you practically race back to your apartment.

It's been... maybe an hour? Two hours? Your grasp on time is already bad enough without being caught in the throes of self-loathing and misery. The wallowing is interrupted by a knock on the door though, and you barely find the energy in you to shuffle over, still draped in your softest blanket as you check through the peephole.

There's Cloud, a to-go box in one hand and phone in the other as if he's waiting to get a message. Tifa's probably waiting for him to come back you realize, and a double pang of guilt crushes your heart in your chest. Both for snapping at him before when he was just trying to connect, and now for keeping him away from a nice, relaxing evening with his friends that are otherwise so busy most of the time. By the day after tomorrow most of them will disperse to their usual haunts until the next birthday rolls around. You're keeping him from the people who care about him the most.

"Go away," you croak, knowing he'll hear you through the door. To his credit he barely even reacts, just sets his thumb to texting before closing his phone up and tucking it away.

"Tifa wanted you to get your food. She's gonna yell at both of us if I just leave it here."

That much is likely true, prompting you to heave a defeated sigh - scoldings from Tifa are the worst, since she always knows just the right words to make you promise to do better even when your own brain makes you into a liar later. Forgotten promises and bad habits, the perfect storm to get lectured (even if it's with friendly intent) on the regular. She makes you feel like a kid again, and that stings too.

Finally you groan and unlock the door slowly, cracking it open just enough to stick your arm out while peeking with one reddened, puffy eye.

"She wants a picture of it in your fridge."

That prompts a louder groan, and Cloud just shrugs, snorting softly. You retract your arm back into the soothing warmth of your blanket, then just as slowly open the door further for him, holding it in front of yourself like a shield. Hopefully he'll just take care of this quickly and you'll be out of each other's ways in just a minute...

His footsteps on the floor are measured, and you listen quietly to the sound of your fridge opening, the belated realization of all the things you've forgotten in there making you cringe just a moment later. Now Tifa will get onto you for food waste too, shit. You wish you could retreat into your own body like a turtle to escape the upcoming scolding. She means well... but it's just another thing to stress about now.

The doorknob suddenly slips from your grasp, leaving you staring blankly with surprise at Cloud. He takes in your rumpled appearance without a twitch in his expression, a stoicism to be envious of at times. You almost wish he'd just express his disappointment already and be done with it, but instead... his hand ends up on your head, with an attempt at reassurance as he lightly brushes his hand from front to back. You go stock still in response, trying to figure out how to respond when he speaks.

"We... I just. Wanted to make sure you're alright."

For all his awkwardness, his sincerity still shines through and stabs you right in the heart. Your head droops, trying to hide the expressions flashing across it, and find yourself surprised again when his hands guide you into a light hug. He's warm, smelling like the savory fragrances of the bar kitchen and plain soap. Despite yourself, you end up clinging to him with fresh tears welling up to spill onto his shirt. His strength makes it easy for him to handle most of your weight leaning against him as he closes the door and then guides you to the couch to sit.

"It's okay," he mumbles. He's trying his hardest to be comforting, rubbing his hand on your back in slow, steady circles while you cry your eyes out on his shoulder.

When the tears finally die off again you pull back from him, though his hands catch on your shoulders in a request for you to remain close that surprises you again, but makes you settle in place and shake your head.

"It's not. I'm always going to keep forgetting things, even the important stuff, and I - don't even have the excuse of being mako-addled. It's just my stupid, broken brain."

"You're not broken."

You frown at Cloud, and he frowns right back.

"I mean it. You're just a person like anyone else, not a piece of machinery. Some of us just have shit memory too."

Now you give a disbelieving snort. His expression grows disgruntled, as if he's trying to find a way around your stubbornness, and finally he puts his hand on your head again, giving it a light ruffling motion. "Knock it off, I'm trying to make you feel better."

"You gonna just tell me to feel better next?" you retort, watching him grasp for a response again before he huffs and shakes his head.

"You don't need a reason for why your head works the way it does. We're your friends. It's okay."

You get the feeling Tifa may have said something identical to him before, and your heart writhes in your chest with discomfort. Though you make a brief attempt to pull away again, his grip remains firm; you duck your head instead, listening to an exasperated sigh leave him. Yeah, you'd be frustrated dealing with you too.

He suddenly drags you into another hug, and this time his arms are just tight enough around you to draw an undignified yelp from you at first. Against your better judgement you end up relaxing into him after a few seconds, heaving a frustrated sigh of your own. Why is he being so persistent? He'll give up eventually and it'll hurt less if he does it sooner rather than later.

"We... I care about you. Okay? It's okay to forget things." His voice is quiet, comforting even though you'd rather he not be. "I forgot Tifa's birthday. She doesn’t hate me for it."

You hate that you recognize the unspoken words behind that, the frustration with himself that makes your heart clench in empathy. You end up giving him a light squeeze around his shoulders, trying not to let his embrace comfort you in return and failing. At least someone understands what it's like to forget anything at the drop of a hat, understands the frustration and hurt, the disappointment of others and how they always edge closer to giving up on the mess that can't even remember the produce in the fridge.

You feel tears welling up again but blink them back fiercely this time, pulling back just a little and realizing his eyes are a bit watery as well now. You're both messes.

"Don't let me drag you down with me now," you joke weakly, "once you start crying it's all over."

Cloud gives a faint huff of amusement, shaking his head slightly before giving your head a pat and letting go to reach for the TV remote on your coffee table. The move makes you raise your brows, but he shrugs it off.

"I could use a break from the bar. You need to get out of your head for a while. We're gonna watch a movie."

His look is stubborn again, so you give a resigned sigh and lean back into the couch, pulling your blanket tight around you and making no complaint when his arm gently settles on your shoulders to draw you against his side. Maybe it won't be so bad to let him linger - he understands better than anyone else in the group.

And being understood... feels good. But you won't tell him that.

#cloud strife x reader #reader insert #i mean you can take it in a shippy way but that's optional really #this was more writing out adhd frustrations #executive dysfunction my beloathed

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yuurei20 · 1 month ago

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Translation from Twst 2nd novel: The Day of the Tournament (6/6)

"‘I heard that it’s because the housewarden tutors people who are at risk of failing their classes. Ace and I only just heard about it from upperclassmen talking about how he’d helped them out.'

With a laugh, Deuce adds that Riddle is apparently a very strict tutor. Yuuya looks at Deuce, feeling as though he has just woken up.

The strength of Riddle’s confidence. The strength of his words. The strength of his convictions. These things that would normally elicit a frown from others come naturally to him. Because he conducts himself in such a way that reflects them all.

His dignified demeanor is not from arrogance, but from consistently living up to his own standards. The issue comes from his imposing them upon others. While Riddle has made mistakes, it is unreasonable for others to judge someone who is putting in so much more effort than they are.

‘Don't you think he should just say that, then? Getting all mad without telling anybody anything—how is anyone supposed to know.’

Yuuya feels ashamed of himself for having thought of Riddle even as slightly arrogant. He wonders if Ace, too, regrets his words from before. Though Ace still speaks harshly, there is an awkwardness to his tight-lipped expression.

As Yuuya watches Ace descend the stairs two at a time, Deuce matches Yuuya’s pace, at his side.

‘Thanks.’

‘Eh... are you talking to me?’

Deuce nods, and Yuuya quickly shakes his head. ‘Why? I haven't done anything.’

‘No...well, look. In the past, I was judged a lot by my appearance, and blamed a lot for things I didn’t even do. When you told me that you didn't understand the Housewarden, I guess…it made me happy.’

So that is why he'd said that they couldn't apprehend Ruggie without evidence. Yuuya's eyes go wide.

Deuce has said that, despite his efforts to reform, he struggles with shaking off his poor reputation. Perhaps because of that experience he is careful not to judge others based on rumor and assumption alone.

Whenever he hears about Deuce's troubled time in middle school, Yuuya has the thought that they probably would have never so much as spoken to one another if they had happened to cross paths. Deuce himself has admitted to doing a lot of bad things, so it’s only natural.

But how must Deuce have felt back then, being kept at arm's length by people like Yuuya, who didn't know anything about him?

‘Hey, don't make that face. It was my own fault.’

It seems that Yuuya has furrowed his brow without realizing it. He quickly apologizes and shakes his head, trying to physically shake off these complicated feelings.

Between Riddle's situation and this, there are so many things that can’t comprehend, unable to put them into words as he is. While he is often surprised by how Ace and Deuce readily voice their doubts and feelings, he now realizes anew how grateful he is for it all.

Deuce, who has been keeping his gaze averted as though embarrassed, suddenly widens his eyes. ‘Ah, this is bad. We've fallen way behind Ace and Grim! Let's go, Yuu.’

Following Deuce’s line of sight, Yuuya sees Ace and Grim at the bottom of the stairs calling for them to hurry. He and Deuce rush down the stairs to catch up."

#twstnovel2 #twisted wonderland #twst translations

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dezznuggz · 10 months ago

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The Parents Of the Friend Group |PART 2

Steve Harrington × reader

~moments where you and Steve do in fact argue like a married couple and moments where it clearly shows and proves how Steve is the mom and you are the dad.

Warning: mentions of the upside down, mentions of S2, S3, S4. A little emotional at the end, still slight bullying of Steve, mentions of possible death, use of y/n, reader pronouns she/her

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Fall of 1984:

Your plan was to go on a date with some new guy and go home debating whether or not 'he could be the one' but your plans drastically changed when an anxious Dustin bangs on your door like a maniac. "Y/N! OPEN UP! HURRY! OPEN UP!" was the noise you kept hearing on the other side of your door that caused you to rush out of worry and swing open the door for the frantic kid. "OH MY GOD, what? What is it?" You say in a little annoyed tone but also in a little bit of a relief seeing that at least one of your many kids isn't hurt.

"We gotta go, fast and NOW!" Dustin practically screams at you before dragging you by your arm and out of your house. "Woah dude I can't, I have a date. He's already on his way" you say trying to resist and pull away from Dustin's hold, "I'm telling you right now y/n your plans can wait cause this is 10× more important than you making out with some guy" Dustin says still not letting go of you and dragging you out of your front porch. Dustin then halts in his tracks, "wait a date? I thought you and Steve had a thing going on?" Dustin says with a little bit of a disappointed tone, "what NO, never, we never and WILL never have a thing going on are you kidding!" You say trying to defend yourself from the stupid assumption that Dustin made about you and Steve. "Are you sure, cause every time I'm with y'all, you guys won't stop giving each other googly eyes" Dustin says which caused you to set your arm free and walk away, "you know what Dustin, call steve for this one, I already have plans and they're not going to be destroyed cause of some stupid joke you wanna pull on me!" You say loud enough for Dustin to hear as you walk off and head towards your house. "Okay okay I'm sorry but this is really important I won't say anything bad again" Dustin apologizes and pleads for you to come with him, "I don't wanna hear anything that will annoy me come out of your mouth do you understand me?" You say as you point a finger at his face, "yes I understand" Dustin says quietly, "I'm sorry what'd you say?" You say as you purposely try to prove a point that you're the one that's in control right now.

"I said I understand y/n now can we get going" Dustin whines and begs so you just let him grab your wrist and lead you to wherever you need to be.

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Here you were standing behind Dustin with an annoyed face and crossed arms, "son of a bitch, you know you're really no help" Dustin says in an annoyed and frustrated tone as he walks off which left me standing in front of mr.wheeler, "you outta put soap in that boys mouth, he's too young to be using that typa language" he says as he points a disciplined finger at you, "wont happen again i swear, its just he gets it from his mother" you say politely as you also walk off and follow Dustin.

"are those for Mr and ms.wheeler?"

No?- HEY!"

You heard Dustin and Steve talking but then Steve goes quiet as he sees you not so far behind Dustin, "what is she doing here? And why are you wearing a skirt?" Steve asks as he points at you and looks you up and down, "I don't know what I'm doing here, he just dragged me along" you say while raising your arms and dropping them dramatically. "Do you still have the bat?" Dustin asks Steve which causes Steve to break his stare from you in a skirt, "what bat?" Steve asks still trying to process what's going on, "the one with the nails Steve!?" Dustin says as he gets frustrated at Steve for being slow. "Ye-yeah I have it, it's in the trunk, what do you need it for?" Steve asks as he slowly catches on to Dustin's attitude and he's not liking any bit of it. "I'll explain everything in the car, HURRY UP!" Dustin says growing even more frustrated at Steve's slow movements, "okay Jesus dude, wait hey get in the back" Steve stops Dustin before he can sit in the front, "wha-?" Dustin gets cut off by a hand pulling his shoulder, "you heard him now get in the back" you say as you push him aside and sit in the front seat but not without hearing Dustin grumble about something.

After Dustin explains what he needs us for, he also gets in a little argument with Steve for not believing him, "how do I know it's not a lizard?"

"yeah how do you know it's not a lizard?!"

"because it's face opens up and ate my cat!!" Dustin says loudly which causes you and Steve to go quiet not knowing what to exactly say to that. The silence gets too much for you so you decided to break it, "what were you doing at the wheelers with flowers?" You ask Steve while looking at him, "umm...I don't even know man" Steve says while avoiding eyes contact but you can read and see through Steve, you know he's lying, "don't tell me they're for Nancy" you say and the only response you got back was a quiet sigh, "oh dude I told you not to apologize to her, it's gonna make everything worse" you complain to Steve for his actions, "okay I'm sorry but one simple apology wouldn't hurt you know and I was a little bit of in the wrong!" Steve says while trying to defend himself, "except it might hurt", you say and although it does sound a little harsh, it's the only way that your words are able to go through Steve's small little brain. "Okay alright I get it but why are you in a skirt?" Steve asks in need of changing the subject so he doesn't look stupid in front of Dustin. "Oh um....I had a date" you say hesitantly, "oh really with who?" Steve asks wanting to know who the 'lucky guy' was, "...um... Aiden.." you say quietly but not quite enough for Steve to not hear, "AIDEN?! The one I play basketball with!?" Steve says very loudly just for clarification. "Yea but he seemed really nice and he was gonna pay for dinner tonight so I couldn't say no" you say trying to calm Steve down.

"oh my God that dudes a total meat head, Aiden T, we're talking about Aiden T right? The one that chews with his mouth open. THAT'S THE ONE YOU'RE GOING ON A DATE WITH?!" Steve yells as he tries to make a point that Aiden just isn't the right guy, "yes Steve that Aiden and he doesn't chew with his mouth open, he just chews loudly" you say mostly to not change your perspective of Aiden, "he's nice to every girl, trust me when I say this but he's just not the guy that you think he is"

"Jesus Steve you're just saying that because you had beef with him in like 7th grade, you're gonna have to get over it you know"

"that is not the reason I don't want you going out with him okay, first of all he only washes his hair once a week and second he doesn't brush his teeth, all he eats is mint gum."

"blah blah blah, Steve I can't hear you!" You say as you try to end the argument with Steve. Aiden might not be the ideal guy but it would atleast be fun to just play with him you know. With you making noises to block out Steve and Steve trying to talk over your noises it has Dustin let out his opinion, "I thought you guys liked each other" Dustin says loud enough for you and Steve to go quiet, "omg not again." You let out a groan and roll your eyes, "what not again, what are you talking about Dustin?" Steve asks now wanting to know why it causes you with such a dramatic reaction. "I'm just saying..." ,

"Dustin don't say it-"

"I thought you guys liked each other or something I don't know" Dustin says while completely ignoring your attempts to stop him from letting out his opinion. "That's so stupid henderson you know that" Steve says which causes Dustin wanting to prove his point more, "it's not stupid actually, I mean everyone thought you guys liked each other. Steve is always protective with you, y/n and she always defends you when you're not around. " Dustin once again had everyone in the car go quiet, Steve kept looking over at you to see your reaction but it's kinda hard to read your facial expression if you're covering your whole face out of embarrassment.

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Summer of 1985:

Dustin has practically called himself the match maker. With the conversation that you, Dustin, and Steve had back in fall, it kinda made you and Steve snap into the fact that you guys in fact like each other. Now with you and Steve together, you guys became inseparable. The kids found it cute for only a short time period until they kept walking in on you and Steve having alone time. Sometimes the kids would cockblock and join in on y'all's dates or sometimes they would call out of nowhere and ask for a pick up or drop off.

With Steve now working as an ice cream scooper at the new mall that just opened up, it was better for the kids to get through the movies without paying and today was one of those days. "Have a nice day" Steve calls out to the mom and her kid that just ordered ice cream before zooming to the back of the shop and telling Robin it's her break time. "Robin your turn to be up front I'm on break" Steve says frantically as he collapse his lips on your, "aw dude let me get out before you start making out..gross" Robin says as she walks out with a disgusted face.

"I missed you so much"

"you saw me an hour ago"

"I know, tell me about it" Steve says as he kisses all over your face which causes you to giggle and before Steve can kiss you on the lips again, y'all get disturbed by the sound of the bell on the front desk running non-stop. "Hey dinguses, your children are here" Robin calls out from the front also annoyed by the constant ringing of a bell. "Again seriously?" Steve says as he opens the little window of the shop to see the kids, "hi kids", you say in a cheery tone while popping your head out from behind Steve. You then open the back door for the kids to pass by and they all say hi to you before Mike makes a joke about your lipstick being smeared. "If anyone finds out-"

"we're dead!" The kids cut Steve off cause this isn't the first time that Steve tries to discipline the kids for how they're using Steve, "have fun" you say loud enough for the kids to hear, which they respond back with a wave to show that they heard you, "Jesus those kids are smart and all but they sure don't know how to say thank you" Steve says before walking back into the back room and sitting on the table, "they're just kids, they'll appreciate you one day" you say trying to cool down Steve from officially putting a stop to the kids ability of free movie access "I know but a little 'thank you Steve you're the best' wouldn't hurt you know" Steve says with a pout on his face, "aww don't get pouty now Stevie, they do say thank you just not to you" you tell Steve in a mocking baby voice and squeezing his cheeks as if he was a little boy. "Jesus stop" Steve says as he laughs a little.

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Spring of 1986:

Nothing can compare to how you feel right now. With finding out that max is cursed, it completely has your whole blood run cold. The kids have dealt with multiple death experiences but this one is just max being on a thin line of death. It worries you to be honest, in fact it scares you. You don't wanna show that you're scared or freaking out cause you don't wanna scare the kids or Steve. So you try your best to keep it together for the sake of max and the kids.

Robin and Nancy are out getting information about this vecna creeps while you, Lucas, Steve, and Dustin are sat on the couch staring at the back of Max's head as she writes down God knows what. "I can feel y'all eyes boring into the back of my skull", max says which causes everyone to look away, you then started picking at your nails as if they needed to be fixed (they are doing perfectly fine). Max then walks in front of y'all with envelopes in her hands but no one looks at her in fear that they might make her uncomfortable with their stares, "you can look at me now" max says as if it was common sense, "thank you" "sorry" "yea sorry", was the response she got from them. She then hands everyone an envelope with their names on it but before she gave you your envelope, she hesitates and says thank you before giving it to you which leads to you being confused.

You and max both turn your heads when y'all hear the boys about to rip open the paper but completely stop when max tells them to. "Don't open it now, it's for later" max says quietly but that leads Lucas confused "later for what?" Lucas asks max, "just in case things don't end well or if I don't make it, I want y'all to read it until after" max says which causes you to feel sad and heartbroken and before you can say anything Lucas tells max that we're going to get through this together but that doesn't convince max, not after what she heard happened to the other people who were cursed just like her.

You zone out with your thoughts racing around your head until you see max walk towards Dustin's walkie talkie, "do you think this can reach till east Hawkins?", Max's question leads Steve to being confused, "why are we talking about east Hawkins?" Steve says while looking around but stops when he sees you have a sour expression on your face, this lets Steve know that it's another idea that he's gonna disapprove of, "oh no..no...No!" Steve says in an attempt to stop any new ideas to come in.

That didn't stop max as she speed walked out of the wheelers basement with everyone trying to catch up to her. Steve was practically running after her while complaining her ear off about not letting her go, "if you think I'm going to spend what is likely my last days in the armpit of Mike wheeler's basement then you're out of your mind" max says while still walking away from Steve (who looked back at you and the kids waiting for someone to butt in), "so you can either take me where I need to be or tie me down which is technically kidnapping of a minor and i swear to god steve if i live to see another day, i will prosecute" max stops Infront of Steve's car trying to open the door but seeing that it's locked, "open the door" max says demanding Steve "uh no" Steve says while still flabbergasted at max, "I know a good lawyer" max says while raising her eyebrows as if shes challenging Steve to go against her.

"woah okay let's calm down now guys" you finally step in. The kids practically walk all over Steve and it never usually ends with Steve's idea but instead it ends with the kids idea which is weird mostly knowing that Steve is older than them. With the kids knowing that they are able to take full control over Steve, it takes you to step in and put a stop to everything. "Alright let's talk about it and no one's calling any lawyers alright?", you say as you step in the middle of the little stating contest that max and Steve were having. "Max I totally understand where you're coming from but this is a life or death situation so we can't just wander around when your life is on the line. Okay I know that sounds bad but it's true and you're scared and we're all scared but I would rather prefer you staying in the Wheelers basement than leaving and going out in the public where anything can happen. So trust me when I say this but it's better to be safe than sorry" you finish your ramble as you step in front of Steve to show that your full attention is on max and that you're not taking anyone's side. Max doesn't say anything but instead she stares into your eyes. You don't wanna give in but staring into Max's eyes is like staring into a kicked puppy's eyes and you're currently trying not to give up but instead stand your ground. You couldn't stare into the eyes of a girl who you practically called a daughter and not feel guilty for not letting her go out on her (most likely) last days.

You close your eyes and let out a sigh then turn to Dustin, "Henderson...that super walkie talkie thing of your better reach to Penhurst" you say as you move to the other side of Steve's car and open the door to get in the front seat, "woah what!?!?" Steve says while being confused on how you went from going with him, to against him. "Babe I'm not on anyone's side alright just take her there and we'll come right back, promise" you say as you finally sit down in the front seat, "no one listens to me, THEY NEVER LISTEN TO ME!" Steve complains as he starts the car.

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Everyone had one hell of a day. Everyone was rather overwhelmed or exhausted from the shit they saw, dealt, or heard in the last 12 hours. Everyone was ready to call it a day and go to sleep but with max almost dying there had to be someone watching her, even if she was asleep. You volunteered to go first mostly cause you weren't sleepy at knowing that max could've died in front of y'all in just the matter of minutes. You stayed up for God knows how long until you started getting sleepy so you tell Dustin to take over night watch he complained for a little bit until he went quite seeing that you were stressed out and tired.

You went asleep on a chair that was way too uncomfortable with Steve having his body lean on the chair that you were sleeping on. You were woken up by the sound of someone calling for Dustin, "hello Dustin?!? Earth to Dustin!!??" The voice was coming for Dustin's walkie talkie thing, you got up carefully to make sure you didn't hit Steve or anyone without making noise. "Hey its me y/n what happened?" You asked still half asleep, "oh thank God, hey uh you think you guys can make a food delivery, I mean unless y'all want me to go out there and-" Eddie gets cut off by you, "no don't do that, we'll come by sometime today" you say as you look around the room to make sure everyone is okay but your heart drops to your stomach as you see the couch empty. max is supposed to be asleep on the couch.

"...cause you know a 6 pack could really cool my nerves right now-" you once again cut Eddie off by telling him you have to go, "wait wait don't go wa-!" You shut off the walkie talkie thing and immediately went to wake up Dustin. "Dustin, Dustin!" You say try saying loud enough for only Dustin to hear while also shaking him awake. Dustin eventually wakes up confused and looking around trying to figure out why you're working him up. "What- what happened?"

"were you the last one to night watch!?"

"yea why?"

Then where is she?!" You say impatiently with Dustin not taking a hint about what you're trying to find out of him. "She's right there-....well she was right there just a second ago" Dustin says before taking a look at his watch "I swear I was only asleep for......an hour" Dustin says with a long pause which causes you to let out a frustrated groan with how reckless Dustin became. You grab Dustin's ear and drag him up the stairs in a rush due to the feeling of worry and panic since a lot can happen in just one hour. Relief washes over you and Dustin as you see max at the dining table with holly while listening to music and coloring. After reassuring Ms Wheeler that everything's okay, "you know I think it's so cute that you guys decide to stick together while everything's going on right now" Ms Wheeler says with a jolly tone that is so heartwarming but mr.wheeler makes a dry and rude remark that ended with me walking to max and Dustin asking for some food.

"may I?" Dustin asks as he moves closer toward the pile of freshly made pancakes, "of course go ahead, you guys know you're very much welcome here" Ms Wheeler says as she gives Dustin a clean plate for him to get breakfast, "of course you guys are like family" Dustin responds to Ms Wheeler while adding some pancakes onto his plate, "sure why dont you take for all we're worth" mr.wheeler says in a very much sarcastic tone but that encouraged dustin instead of stopping him. "Thank you" Dustin says with a gummy smile and adds more pancakes to his plate, "Dustin!" You call his name before he grabs another pair of pancakes but instead he takes out 2 pancakes from his plate and puts them back in the original pile after you give him a look to act right, "sorry about that, he gets that from his mother" you say while smiling sweetly at mr and ms.wheeler hoping that you innocent look makes Dustin's actions acceptable.

Dustin sat down and started eating his pancake with his hand which you completely gave a disgusted look and gave him a napkin and a fork that was near Holly's plate. While you and max discuss what she saw when she was in a trance at the graveyard then Dustin decided to butt in, "maybe you infiltrated his mind just like how he did with yours" with Dustin's statement it made you think how that is a possible answer, "like freddy Kruger's boiler room" Dustin mentions and it caused holly to wonder who freddy Kruger was, "he's this super burned up guy with knifes as hands, and he kills people in their dreams-" you cut dustin off from continuing, "Dustin...she's a kid" you say the last part through gritted teeth and gave him a look to cut it out, "it's a movie, he's not real" Dustin says after looking at you for approval to make sure that his excuse to not scare holly was good enough.

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Two days later:

Everyone came back alive but mostly injured really badly. With max in the most critical condition Lucas didn't help the wheeler family pack up as he preferred staying at the hospital with max. Everyone evacuated Hawkins so people started packing their stuff up and leaving as fast as they could. You and everyone else were helping put boxes in Nancy's car when Ms Wheeler said something made you and Dustin perk up, "who ordered pizza?" You and Dustin looked up real fast mostly out of hunger but also out of confusion. Y'all see a pizza truck honk and pull up in front of y'all then see El, Mike, Will, and Jonathan get out of the car.

El runs into your arms as you start tearing up with joy. You then break the hug and look at El fully and correctly to see that she looks different from the last time you saw her, "oh my God what happened to your hair", you say while laughing to prevent your tears spilling out your eyes, "what happened to your face?" El says with a both worry and joking tone, "some type of monster beat my ass" you say laughing and going back to hugging El.

Steve was watching from afar with the most cheeky smile spread across his face. Seeing how happy you are when you're around the kids even if you don't say it often but you love them and you would do anything for them to be happy. With Steve seeing how welcoming and happy you are with the kids, it gets him excited about his future with you.

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