#once again does this even count as a wrong answer? i dont think so

[altruistic-meme]

S3: Sara reported August, August exposes Simon's dealing, the crown still hates Simon but he's publicly associated with Wille now and they also have to pretend they are supportive of Wille being queer so they offer Simon a way to cover up the whole drug business. Simon is torn between accepting and taking the moral high ground but most likely also losing his scholarship. August now has a horse he doesn't know what to do with but he doesn't want to sell it because it reminds him of Sara and also maybe she'll come back to him if he keeps it. So he starts riding Rousseau, which is how he meets Marcus, who he runs into at the stables. They bond over treating Simon like shit and become best bros. This comes in handy when he gets kicked out of school and moves in with his bestie when Simon decides to decline the offer of a cover-up, the drugs story gets out and it turns out August lied to the headmistress about who was dealing. As a nice bonus, the entire Society gets kicked out for the same reason. Hillerska becomes a far less toxic environment with the entitled first-borns gone, and Wille and Simon thrive. Sara and Simon have a heart to heart about giving people that hurt you second chances, and Simon forgives Sara in the end. This inspires Felice to do the same. They are friends again. The end.

the way this evolved has me losing my SHIT

i gotta be completely honest, i rotated the thought of Marcus and August being best friends in my head during my entire shift at work. almost non stop. genuinely have been obsessed over it. perfect. ideal. beautiful. they are toxic manipulation besties. they would be so good as friends. i love this idea i genuinely love it. let them be terrible together. im going to incorporate this in everything i ever write from here on out. thank you.

nOW THE REST OF THE ASK-

rip the society. henry baby im so sorry this happened to you. vincent can go tho fuck vincent we hate vincent in this house. JJ grumbled when i was typing that he agrees.

do Simon and Wilhelm get kicked out too? they were involved as well >> i kinda want to see them ending up at Marieberg together, somehow, in this scenario. let them thrive in the mundane together.

also let the siblings talk it out!! yes!! gods this is so good. you're a genius. thank you.

[ young royals season 3 predictions - wrong answers only ]

[azsazz]

SJM Ask Game

Thank you for the tag @daydreaming-nerd !! 💙💙 (I do want to hear those redacted answers for where you put tharion lol) I feel like it's been so long since I've been on tumblr or even done one of these but I'm excited💙

1) What’s your favourite SJM book?

Hmmmm I'm gonna say ACOMAF because that's when I was first introduced to Azzy and the obsession began 💙😈

2) Which is your favourite series (tog, acotar or cc)

If you don't know me, CC is one of the worst books I've ever read. It's hard to choose between ACOTAR and TOG tho because they were both really good....

3) Who is your favourite character? (And why?)

Hehehehehehehehe. Az obviously 🥰

4) Do you have a favourite quote from one of the books?

Hmmmm...tbh not really...the ones that stay stuck in my head are the cringey ones...BUT, let's go with "Cassian shot him a glare. 'I don't see you spouting poetry, brother.' Azriel crossed his arms, still smiling faintly, 'I don't need to resort to it.'" THAT'S GODDAMN RIGHT BBY YOU DONT 💙💙 legs spread for mah boi

5) Favourite ship?

Azris frfr

6) Elriel or Gwynriel? Or neither?

Azris frfr

7) Who’s the most underrated SJM character?

Oooof there's so many. Fenrys. I've never gotten enough of him.

8) Which character do you wish to learn more about?

Azris frfr. I want both of their backstories rn

9) Are there any characters you don’t like?

Bryce Quinlan and Danika Fendyr

10) Favourite bat boy?

My king azriel 💙💙

11) Favourite court?/ Which one would you most like to live in?

Honestly I'd probably either live in Autumn or Night tbh.

12) Favourite SJM villain?

Does Tamlin count? lol.

13) If you could change one thing in any of the books what would it be?

That CC never happened

14) Favourite SJM theory?

Azris frfr

15) Favourite Archeron sister?

Prob Ness

16) A character you feel is over-hated/ underrated:

over-rated: bryce quinlan

under-rated: chaol 💙

17) Aelin, Bryce, or Feyre?

Aelin!!

18) What’s your favourite character from each series?

Fenrys, Azriel, Ruhn

19) If you wrote an acotar book what would you call it?

A Court of Smoke and Cinders? (azris frfr)

20) Who is your favourite acotar blogger?

nah there's literally too many to choose from

21)What fics would you recommend to people who love the series?

The Serpent and the Wings of Night

Questions for writers

22) Easiest character to write for?

Azzy because i built him brick by brick

23) Hardest character to write for?

LUCIEN. IDK WHY

24) What’s a character you’d like to write for but haven’t yet?

lol who haven't i written for? hmmmm...maybe fenrys, aedion, or hunt?

25) What’s a court you’d like to write about more?

Dawn!

26) What’s a character you won’t write for and why?

hmmm...idk I'd like to say that I'd try anything once...

27) If you could only write for one character ever again, who would you pick?

azzy. nobody compares to him

28) Whats your favourite trope to write about when it comes to Azriel?

right now i think modern aus...in any sort. or anything that involves angst i love putting everyone thru some shit

29) What do you think is the best/favourite acotar fic you’ve written?

hmmmm...i feel like this is impossible to choose

30) Who are your favourite friendships to write about?

eris x anyone because this man needs a friend

31) For first time readers to your blog, which three fics would you recommend they read?

LMAO ummm...I'll list at least one for. every character

Az: Cupid's Chokehold or Midnight Muse

Cass: In Storm or Dial Drunk or Better Men Have Hit Their Knees and Bigger Men Have Died

Eris: You Know I Always Liked Playing with Fire or Hide

Rhys: Clandestine Love or Dioxazine

Lucien: The Other Woman or My Happy Ending

or literally any poly can't go wrong with those tbh

No pressure tags: @writingsbychlo @acourtofwhatthefuck @i-am-a-lost-girl16 @azrielhours @a-frog-with-a-laptop or anyone else who wants to participate!

[just-some-random-blogger]

Plsssssss do a part two to Left In Hell because I’m hooked on that “dare you say another’s name while kissing me” line and I need more interaction between those two

Sounds Like Heaven

Dream of the Endless x Musician!Reader

Summary: Having retrieved your harp after losing it in hell, you went on a quest to gather materials to replace its broken strings. To your surprise, Dream invited himself in your dwelling to help you mend your instrument, which was awkward considering you invited Apollo to your house for the same reason.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Themes of polytheism ig, jealous!dream, greek god insert, annoying!apollo, gender neutral!reader, reader's still effin awkward, typos, etc.

A/N: i didnt think anyone would interact with my dream fic tbh so im so excited to write something for him GAAAAAAAAAH so this is a p2 to left in hell, but you dont really need to read it to understand tbh ALSO I- I cannot explain what happened in this fic. it just happened. part 3 "Songbird"

The laughter we had from our previous conversation died down quickly at the sight of the dark figure standing in front of us after I opened the door to my apartment.

"My lord," I mutter, face falling at the sight of his dark expression.

"King of Dreams!" Apollo, with his perfect teeth and golden hair, beams at the said being. He walks over to the Endless and wraps his strong arms around him, patting his back firmly, "it's been centuries!"

"Just one," Dream retorts against the god without returning the embrace. He was looking down at me all the while during the exchange, and it made for the most uncomfortable of situations.

Once Apollo pulls away, he turns back to me and slings his arm over Dream's shoulders, "you didn't tell me you invited your lover over."

Dream and I answer at the same time.

"He's not my lover."

"I was not expected."

Apollo raises a brow, "interesting reaction."

Dream ignores Apollo, eyes still fixed on me, "I have come to assist you with your harp."

"Well," Apollo breaks away, rubbing his hands together then stretching his arms out, willing the strings we just forged in his domain out of the vacuum. He flaunts the golden chords, "you are not needed."

These words make Dream finally turn to Apollo. The latter adds, "since I'm here."

I swear I feel the room darken.

This of course does not scare the sun god as his smirk literally brightens the room.

I decide to step in between them and raise my hands, "how about something to drink?"

The two do not even turn to me as they reply at once, "no thank you."

And so a god and an endless were not so subtly trying to one-up each other while fixing my broken harp.

I could do nothing but watch.

My string instrument was on my coffee table; I was on an arm chair in front of it. The two were sat on polar ends of my sofa across me, Dream to my left, Apollo to my right. The one to my right had the harp string wound around his wrists as he fiddled with the harp before him.

I raise a finger as he attempts to place the string in the wrong area, "that one doesn't go there."

Apollo turns to me then back to the harp. He moves his hand to the other vacant spot and I disagree again, "the last part," I instruct, "it goes there."

He nods, "of course."

Dream watches Apollo work on the area and does not do anything to mask his annoyance at his fumbling. He commands, "hand me the string."

Apollo wrings the said object around the bridge with a masked difficulty. "Why would I?" he raises a brow, not even turning to his side as he focuses on his task at hand.

I nervously bite my lip at Dream's miniscule reaction to the god.

To my relief, the Endless does not reply and so I take it upon myself to relieve the tension.

"My god, Apollo," I give a smile, "the Dream of the Endless was who forged the instrument for me," I mutter under my breath.

Apollo lifts his eyes, seemingly not feeling Dream's hot stare from the side, "so?"

I purse my lips, eyes darting from Dream back to Apollo nervously, "perhaps it would be wise to allow him to fix it, since it is his design."

"I know how to restring a harp," Apollo states, "this one is just needlessly complex." He turns to Dream, "I had to barter a jar of sunshine with Astreaus just to get some stardust."

"We wouldn't have had to if you hadn't insulted his newest constellation tapestry," I remind.

Apollo rolls his eyes.

I continue, "he would have given it to me for free, since he answers to D-"

"But he should have done the same to me!" Apollo blurts, voice reverberating in the room.

I sink in my chair and clear my throat uncomfortably at his voice.

Dream turns to me and releases a sigh, slowly turning back to Apollo, "your insolence is starting to irritate me, boy," he bellows, casting a thick and ominous feeling in the air.

I tense on my seat. A shiver runs down my spine as Apollo turns to Dream, golden hair beginning to burn with orange streaks. I barely recognize the ancient Greek he says, but it was something along the lines of, 'a god does not answer to the void'.

Dream chuckles deeply, though clearly not at all amused, and I honestly feel like I could cry.

"You forget you are nothing without dreams, god of music," Dream starts, "god of art, god of poetry."

Dream simultaneously begins to fade into and encompass the entirety of the room. The darkness of his shadow does not touch Apollo's halo, but it does strike fear in me that I drop to my knees and press my hands together in repentance, "lord of dreams, please do not mind my god."

Apollo turns to me and springs to his feet, "you dare grovel for me to him?!"

I ignore Apollo as Dream's black form rises up even to my own body. I shudder at it, closing my eyes. It is only Apollo who remained untouched by his darkness.

"Arise!" Apollo commands me, "I will not have you beg my name to-"

I rip my eyes open at the silence that ceases the gods words. I whine out nervously when I realize there is no difference between my closed lids and open ones. Apollo's light was gone.

I bend face-down and lament, "oh, Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, Lord of Dreams! Have mercy on my foolish god. He has been forged with mischief. You surely were there in the dawn of his light."

I begin to feel panicked tears glass my eyes in the expanse of the quiet and the dark.

"My lord, please! Apollo do-"

"Enough."

I open my eyes. I lift myself up, though still on my knees and find the darkness in the room evaporated. I am now beholding the face of Dreams crouched down before me.

The infinite blue of his irises prompt more tears to stream my face.

He places his hands on my cheeks and wipes the dampness away with his thumb, "do not weep for that fool."

The harshness of his voice paired with his soft touch makes goosebumps rise on my skin.

I even out my breathing before I ask, "what did you do to my god?"

Dream's expression hardness as he pulls away. He straightens himself and looks down upon me, "I sent him to a void he does not answer to."

I purse my lips and nibble them it in agitation, "my lord, please-"

"Enough!" he repeats with more severity, "your adoration for your patron is blasphemous to my ears." He lifts his head a bit, eyes still not leaving mine, brows barely tensing, "am I not your lord who gifted you the inspiration of music to begin with?"

I open my mouth but find no word are able to leave me.

"So," his lips pout at the enunciation, "while you're down there, beg to me for your own forgiveness."

I freeze at his words. He tilts his head in expectation. I begin to shift on my knees uncomfortably.

"Not only have you offended me by turning to the god-fool for aid over my own creation, but you have set your loyalty too greatly upon a being who looks upon you as though you are his."

I look up at Dream rubbing my clammy hands together as I struggled to speak, "but... I- I am... he is my go-"

"Measure your next words carefully," Dream's voice rips through the room with great depth and intensity.

My hands dart to my ears in fear.

I slowly put them down when Dream grabs my chin, "you are before the King of Dreams and Nightmares. How can your praise belong to anyone else but me?"

I take in his face of terror and awe.

"Now beg," he says pulling away, "for my mercy."

[riveranova]

(A/N): Some IkePri as Roommates Headcanons, because my own roommate is making me want to eat my cactus. :,)

The IkePri Guys as Roommates x GN! Reader - Part 1

Warnings: Nokto's a lil bit Spicy, honestly mostly crack

Characters: Gilbert, Silvio, Keith, Sariel, Rio, Clavis, Notko, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 1.044

Gilbert von Obsidian

honestly, menace

i'm 100% sure that he does not know how to cook

doesn't he like to poison peoples food? yeah.

but like, hes not doing it on purpose - he has this really cool game of thrones cookbook which he uses for almost all his meals

hes having three mental breakdowns and calls his mother two times which results in her just not answering the phone anymore

has no problem with asking you for help tho

when you enter the kitchen you have to look twice at what he made

,,Idk why it's so orange, I didn't even use orange ingredients!''

You get my point

otherwise hes actually very nice to you

hes still the kind of guy who would laugh his ass off if you fell before helping you up

hes keeping a clean room and follows the cleaning plan for your apartment

i imagine him to get cold SO easily - like you'd rather catch this man dead than with an open window in winter

80/100 would roommate again

Silvio Ricci

*sigh*

the complete opposite of Gilbert

hes using those italian roots

dont you fucking dare cook without him because lo' and behold, this man cooks like he worked with Gordon Ramsay his entire life

he insists on wearing his rings tho no matter what hes cooking which results in him cursing like a sailor every five minutes

husband material in the kitchen

the rest,,, not so much

i imagine that he does clean but like BARE minimum

like, the barest - the line is ON THE FLOOR

vacuuming the floor but not under furniture, that bad

he doesnt get why, he never sees it anyways and he has better things to do

i think his rooms smells very good, like eros from versace

problem is, it smells A LOT

so now your entire apartment smells like eros from versace

if you have a sensitive nose, I'm sorry for you

60/100 would roommate again

Keith Howell

okay so lets say Keith is uh,,, less fucked up

he mostly keeps to himself but if he needs something, he asks you

you don't know how he does it but you never hear a peep out of his room - as if he just sleeps 90% of the day

hey, maybe he does - i could almost relate

if you guys get along well, hes actually a really sweet man

his actions speak louder than his words tho

you need something build? ask Keith! you need something carried up (or down) the stairs? ask Keith! there is a fucking huge spider in your room? ...run, because Keith wouldnt touch that thing for the life of him

i imagine that hes as quiet as he is because my man is studying

straight A student but is shit at explaining things so he can't really help you

you both end up crying if he tries to exlpain math to you

80/100 would roommate again

Sariel Noir

it feels like your living with your grandma

in the most amazing way possible

dont get me wrong, i love Sariel but I'm 100% sure that this man would act like an old lady

he loves these really old tablecloths that look like this

puts them everywhere too - on your kitchentable, on the little drawer by the frontdoor and i BET the even has them on his desk

like omg little versions of them for his flowers and like little pots with random shit in them

i bet he makes them himself too

hes way to old to be a student but for the sake of this, lets say hes in his 20s

also a straight A student and, obviously, really great at tutoring

you guys share the same classes and that saved your ass more than once

he takes the tutoring seriously, very seriously

he doesnt whip you when you fail, he rather makes you do chores around the house for longer than you'd have to

90/100 would roommate again

Rio Ortiz

puppy dog boy l

i can't not see him as anything else

you guys knew each other before you moved in together

when you told him that you needed a roomie, he made sure that he would be the one moving in with you

obviously in love with you, doesnt even hide it

makes sure youre never hungry, everything is clean

i'm sure that even if you guys had a cleaning plan, he'd just clean before you have the chance to

simp

also, a yes friend

dyeing your hair? yes. cutting your hair at 2am as a result of a mental breakdown? yes. randomly rearranging your bedroom? yes.

loves to cuddle

spends a lot of time in the living room, waiting for his pray (you) to fall into his trap (the sofa) to be violenty (softly) ripped apart (cuddled)

you have to remind him to relax once in a while, hes not your butler after all

100/100 would roommate again

Clavis Lelouch

*sigh_pt.2*

i mean, at least it doesnt get boring around him

opposite of Keith, hes loud as fuck in his room

watches 'try not to laugh' challenges only to laugh 90% of the time

he loves to prank you (really now)

he once put bleach in your shampoo but ended up using it himself on accident

he played it off as planned, mastertrapper clavis doesnt fail

doesnt cook for himself, he snatches food from you

tried his hand at baking and it actually turned out good

it looked like a disaster

he ruined the taste by putting random shit in it to prank you

,,don't worry, it tastes better than it looks!!'' *hides the tuna can behind his back*

youre actually the one tutoring him

he finds studying boring af so he just doesnt do it

straight B student because the universe is unfair

his room is a mess which follows him wherever he goes

60/100 would (think twice about) roommate again-

Nokto Klein

:I

fuckboy (in the most insulting way possible)

i cant keep defending this man

isnt home, like ever

only if he brings people home

no matter the gender, he brings them home

results in you having a lot of akward run-ins

is also really loud in his room for.. reasons

definetly tried to fuck you once and even if you say no, the flirty-teasy remarks never stop

he'd never disrespect you in any way tho

if you look past his fuckboy-self, hes actually a gentleman

if hes home, that is

helps you with homework (if hes home)

cooks you food if you dont have time (if hes home)

you dont know where he is, you guess that hes partying

hes with his family - mostly Licht

due to,,, problems,, he and Licht hat to stick together

hes still visiting bars after

40/100 would (really question myself if we) roommate again

[mingirn]

short of breath, short of time

genre: angst

warnings: crying, break ups

notes: have this short dumb thing i wrote and never finished. i havent posted in so long dont be mean PLS

word count: 1.9k

You know it’s wrong before your fist has even made contact with the door. It’s wrong, being outside Yunhos dorm, it’s wrong to be standing here when you should be in your own bed fast asleep, it’s wrong to wish he’d answer your knocking. None of it is right, and nothing has been for the past three weeks, but that’s the crux of it all. It shouldn’t have taken you twenty three days to figure out what a mistake it had been to break up with Yunho, that too had been wrong, and you have no right to be here.

Yet, you linger for another minute, and then another, and you’re tapping your fingers nervously against the side of your leg as you whisper little wishes to yourself. Open, please, be awake, open the door.

He shouldn’t, he doesn’t have to, and when you hear the dull sound of his feet shuffling out of bed you can sense his hesitation. He must know, somehow. Intrinsically he just knows, who else would be outside his door at 2 am? Your heart is beating fast and heavy inside your chest and every second that passes of him standing there, just on the other side of his door, you swear it gets louder. So loud he must be able to hear it soon, perhaps mistake it for another desperate, rapid knock against the wood.

The lock clicks and turns and so does the handle, and then Yunho is standing in front of you. The air feels heavier and lighter all at once, thick with heartbreak, yet you let out a sigh of relief from finally breathing his air again. Winded little breaths leave Yunhos mouth, not calm and deep breaths like you’d expect if he’d just been asleep. Short ones, as if he’d been psyching himself up before opening the door.

”What are you- why are you here?” The melancholy in his voice breaks something inside of you. It’s not the same tone you’re so used to hearing him speak with. He’s tired, and he looks it too, with slumped shoulders and distant eyes.

”I don’t know,” you begin, but the rest of the sentence never comes. Yunhos face is hard to read, almost like all emotion has been wiped off of it, and for a second you feel the need to turn back around and run as far away from him as you can just to avoid seeing what you’ve done to him.

”Why not call or text me? Why show up here?” he asks. Your eyes flit over his face, landing on his pale cheeks and the faint darkness under his eyes, then the wispy hairs that lay across his forehead, you’re just drinking him in.

”I don’t know,” you repeat. His brows furrow now, and his face flashes with confusion and anger. You scrabble for a continuation, ”I didn’t think you’d answer. And it wouldn’t have been enough, anyways.”

”What is that supposed to mean?” You feel like he’s supposed to sound angrier, lace his words with more poison, but all you find in his voice is uncertainty.

”It wouldn’t have been enough just to hear you or get a text, I just- I needed to see you.”

The words hover for an enternal minute, and now his eyes search your face for something. Probably evidence of mistruth, wanting to find out your motives.

”Okay,” he says eventually. ”And now that you’ve seen me, what then?”

”Can I come inside?” You know you have no right to ask this, and your brain wishes to stop your mouth before the words have even left it. This is it, the ultimate low, the moment you can never take back and you expect Yunho to slam the door in your face.

The seconds that pass before Yunho steps aside feel a lot longer than they should, and he does nothing to fill the void. He keeps quiet and stares at you, a slow blink but otherwise unmoving as he waits for you to come inside.

His room hasn’t changed in three weeks. It still smells like Yunho, he’s got the same bedsheets and outdated homework sitting at his desk. You fill your lungs with the scent of him, knowing that this might be your last, and that you’re lucky to even be granted this.

It feels wrong to sit down on his bed with him when he sits down, so you stand by, awkwardly and still fidgeting.

”Can you tell me why you’re here?” he asks again.

You’ve come this far. You have nothing left to preserve, all pride and dignity had been left in your own dorm the moment you exited in your pyjamas and set foot to Yunhos. He has let you in, and he seems to be listening, perhaps giving you a chance.

”I just want to kiss you one last time,” you say. Your voice doesn’t even waver like it had done when you practiced it on the walk to Yunhos room.

”You’re kidding me, right? I mean, you see how unfair that is?” he speaks, a lot firmer than before. He looks at you with something you can’t determine in his eyes, perhaps hurt, but you’re relieved that there is no anger.

”I know, it was unfair to even show up here, but I did and I have nothing to lose.”

”You think you’ve got something to gain here?” he scoffs.

”If you kiss me again, yes, I do,” you answer.

”And what about me? I have nothing to gain here. In fact, I think it’s shitty of you to do this to me when you broke up with me. You can’t just show up here after a couple of weeks and ask me to kiss you,” Yunho says. His eyes bore into you, unrelenting, but not harsh enough for you to avoid them.

Tears well up in your eyes for the first time tonight and they come with a sense of surprise that you haven’t cried until now.

”I know that, I do, Yunho. I’m so sorry,” your voice is starting to shake now but you push the words out loud and clear, just to make sure he hears them. ”Just- please. I need to kiss you.”

”This is unfair. It’s mean,” he repeats himself.

The word ’mean’ hits you worse than an insult, like a punch to the gut. You know it’s true. Nothing about this has been kind, even though all along you’ve wanted to spare him. You’d broken up with him due to your own fears and justified it by thinking you were somehow doing him the ultimate good, like you were protecting him and keeping him guarded. In truth, you hadn’t felt good enough for him and it hadn’t been a feeling you could just shake. It had set its grasp so deep that every longing gaze thrown in Yunhos direction from any other person felt like a direct threat.

You swore you had protected Yunho by breaking up with him, effectively setting him free to date someone he deserves better so that he wouldn’t have to be held back by you. Now, you can see that the only one you were protecting was yourself and it was a selfish, fools errand. You hadn’t spared him, nor saved yourself.

”Yunho,” you plea with a broken voice. ”I’m so sorry.”

The world feels still. It’s unreal, all of it, the past three weeks have felt like walking in someone elses shoes. You can’t believe that this is - was - your Yunho, sitting across the room from you with a distance that implies so much. We are not together, nothing is the same.

The memory of your last kiss lingers in your mind because you knew it would be the last, but it hadn’t been enough. In the dead of night you some times fool yourself into thinking that you can still feel Yunhos lips on yours, ghostly and hazy, over far too quick for it to feel like enough. Ending things with Yunho was wrong, and you can’t beg for him to come back to you, but this, just a final kiss, you need that to make it right. You need Yunho like you need air in your lungs.

You close your eyes to stop the tears from falling. This is not how you wanted him to see you, and it is not what you came here for. Your ears are ringing, entire body alert with regret but you still can’t make yourself leave. All you do is stand, holding your breath.

Then, something brushes against your hand. A warmth that tentatively moves up your arm until it envelops the side of your face. His hand, his hot skin against your cheek. You don’t dare open your eyes in case it isn’t real, instead you lean into the touch and part your lips to let out a jagged breath.

Then, you feel it, his breath just inches away from your face. His lips are on yours before you know it, and this must be real, because you can taste him on your lips and he kisses you like he always has. His mouth does not crash into yours, it’s not harsh or cruel like you’d expect tonight. He has every right to kiss you like he hates you, but Yunhos mouth is gentle and his kisses are slow.

His thumb strokes your cheek in small soothing movements, and you feel his other hand come up to hold your face too. It turns feverish, you find yourself inhaling the little breaths that leave his nose at the same time as you kiss him back, meeting his lips and his tongue, trying as hard as you can to fill all your senses with just him.

”Please-,” you find yourself begging into the kiss, your own hands coming up now to grip Yunhos shirt. You grasp the material in your fists, pulling him closer until you can feel his body against yours. ”Yunho, Yunho, Yunho.”

Yunho moves his hands from your face to your waist where his fingers dig into your sides, then he pushes you around and walks you backwards to his bed without pulling away for even just a breath. The back of your legs make contact with the edge of his bed, and it feels all too familiar to be swallowed up by his fluffy blanket when he pushes you to lay down.

You hardly have time to look at him before he’s above you, a leg between yours and arms planted on each side of you.

”I’ve missed you,” he whispers, it’s quiet and rushed and he follows the words with a kiss.

It’s so real like this, too good to be true. His shirt hangs off of his body, brushing against your stomach, a sensation you couldn’t fake or dream up even if you tried. Your mind picks apart every little detail of this, committing them all to memory if this is going to be your last time having him like this. Every last detail, like the warmth radiating off of his body, or the way his hair brushes against your forehead, or the fact that he’s making desperate little sounds into your mouth.

”Yunho, I love you, please-”

You regret the words as soon as you’ve spoken them and brace yourself for him pulling away, but Yunho only deepens the kiss.

”I love you too.” And he whispers the words, like they are sacred.

[justagrin]

smth i shoved into a discord group specifically for people to talk about SA (tw for implied csa/rape/incest)

oooof one of my friends disclosed to me that (tw sa & incest) their dad SA'd them (at least once? idk if its a reoccuring thing i didnt ask any questions n they understandably clammed up n changed the subject n i said "hey if you ever need to talk about anything i have similar experiences" but oh boy is it lowkey triggering that stuff for me rn. idefk if my stuff counts as sa tho. like i know my dad sexualised me a lot like verbally as a kid and i remember being disgusted all the time and i remember being fucking terrified of him all the time even when he didn't seem to be doing anything. and i remember him often saying or doing stuff and i'd just think to meself "ok we're repressing that!" (unsurprisingly i don't remember what actually prompted that). i dont have any memories of him touching me but i have some of someone touching me and the way i react to certain sexual situations is sus as fuck, but honestly those could be two entirely different things but idk! idk. i just remember telling my mum that all the stuff he said made me uncomfy and predictably got told i was "overreacting" and that it was "normal" which turned into "he just doesn't know when something's inappropriate" and honestly thats the closest to closure i'm ever gonna get but whatever. anyway the dots aren't connected enough to me to outright say i relate and im sure as fuck not ready to actually talk about it to anyone irl but yeah. idk where i was going with this tbh. i have a notebook of stuff from my childhood related to that^ (from when i've remembered them, but most of the stuff in the book i can't remember unless i read it over again) and my friends who've seen it have reacted with pretty strong disgust but idk. my entire childhood was that & gaslighting myself into thinking i was overreacting (which btw!! lead to me getting SA'd and harassed so many fucking times as an adult!!!) so it was normal to me pfft and counsellors i've shown it to all refuse to give me a solid answer bc they don't wanna "risk giving me false memories") but agghhh. one thing i definitely remember is whenever i had discharge or my period in my teens i'd just. want to cry and shake and curl up and errrrrrrmmmmmmm thats not normal lol. something was definitely wrong there but idk if i'll ever fucking be able to figure out what that is.

ok yeah i dug the notebook out again and (same tw's as above, just kind of graphic and intense) yeah theres a bit in there about him crawling into my bes and i was freaked the fuck out so i just ran out of the room and when i told my mum i was told it was "normal". and theres a bit where i was 14 and drew art based on the song pantsu nugeru mon (lit: i can take off my panties) bc i was 14!! i wasn't THINKING anything secxual!! it was a song about growing up to me! so my dumb ass showed my dad bc i was proud of the art itself and he got really weird and intense and close and was like "what are you going to do when you take off your panties?" which. ew. gross. fuck off. oh and that one time i fell asleep on the sofa and i guess i had a sex dream or smth which i didnt think anything of until my dad randomly got intense and weird again and asked if i "had any interesting dreams" that night (which he never usually does ffs). oh and he fully called ma tease relatively recently actually, and said i should call my (now ex) boyfriend "daddy", has referred to himself as my "daddy" in THAT godawful tone and makes frequent BDSM jokes towards his sister which is just an example of the verbal shit i had to put up with and idk how anyone in the room when it happens can excuse it but to them i guess its one weird thing he said they can brush off bc they don't realise i had to hear it CONSTANTLY and deal with what he DID to and they didn't see the scary moments. i also remember reading a magazine article about incest/csa when i was like 11ish?? and idk WHAT it triggered but my absolute fear of my dad/older men in general kind of started after that and my mum always said it was reading the magazine that did it but bro i dont think one thing like that can elicit a decade or so of consistent fight or flight mode I think my body remembered stuff that I can't.

Jesus fucking christ thats the most concise way i've ever actually described that. idk if anyone can relate or anything. also honestly now that he's been relatively "good" for a few years now in terms of how he speaks to me i don't really get the fear response anymore. and i'm dependent on him for finances and medical stuff so its. whatever. i guess. i'm fucking terrified that if i ever have a daughter he'll pull the same shit (hence basically nuking my body with birth control lmao) and luckily my brother's kids are both boys so i don't believe he's a threat to them if he didnt treat my brothers the same way he did me ygm? but idk what i can actually do about it

[dumbbitchfrommars]

its a journey, not a race. i have to feel this way to move on.

what do i want to gain from telling my sisters about this? or my mum? what could they tell me that would help?

all i truly want to hear is that i should listen to my heart and go back to him. that he really was one of a kind, and that i wont find another like him. but the reality is im still 22, and i havent even met anyone besides him, because i wont let go of him. i dont want to let go of him! i want him back. i want what we had back. i want to feel that kind of love and attraction for someone again. because so far, i havent found a single person who can aggravate and excite me all at once the way he did. that could make me genuinely LAUGH the way he did. that made me feel safe and cared for like he did. ugh. is it true that i felt this way? am i making it all up to feed into my delusions? its so tiring being this way. its like the only thing that would make it end is to simply do it. to actually unblock him, add him, send him a dm, and get to the bottom of it myself. to put my pride aside, and risk rejection, all to hear from him again. to relight that connection. to somehow get the answers that i seek. what answers? that he still wants me? but do i still want him? who even is he, now...? is that what it is? the lack of knowing? i want him to still belong to me, even when i dont want to be together. i have the audacity to think he owes that loyalty to me years after i left him.

i want to know if he still has any kind of feelings for me. do you still think about me as often as i do? does it make you sad? does it make you miss me? does it make you nostalgic, or do you want it back? do you wish things went differently...? do you wonder, maybe, things could be different now, if we tried again?

i wish we could get to know eachother all over again without it feeling wrong. i wish we could start again without feeling like its a mistake. i wish that i was right in thinking you were the one for me all along.

i used to think we'd be together forever. that we'd have kids together.

did you secretly expect us to break up too? or did you want us to be together forever? because somehow i wanted both at once.

well. anyway, the point of all this is this. i still cant get you off my mind. so, you did win. if there was anyone who won, it was always you. you got me, you got the experience of a girlfriend, you had the character development of dating a girl like me. we learnt from eachother but you get to take that knowledge and now find a new girl to charm and love better than you ever did for me. and after all my fighting and anger and resentment, now i cant go a day without remembering you and the amazing love we shared and the memories we have together. ugh. ew. im so sappy and pathetic.

i dont know if it would be satisfying or heartbreaking to know that you still think about me to, or miss me. it would be even more heartbreaking to know you didn't.

i know youre happy now and that makes me happy and proud of you. you honestly might be doing a lot better than me mentally now. thats so impressive. you have a good circle of friends, youre living your best life and having fun and you moved forward instead of backward. that change is so heartwarming for me.

it irritates me that youre a tradie now. did you do that on purpose, cause i find them so hot? do you know how bad that makes me crave you? my body hasnt forgotten the things you did to me... lol. thats fucked up and lowkey weird. we broke up a long time ago and we were still very young.

i wonder how much better youd be now. i wonder how many girls youve slept with now? i hope they were good. my body count went up but for no good reason. they were all terrible and never made me cum. what a waste of my body. another massive regret.

anyway. i wonder how you'd react if you actually knew i felt this way about you. if you read everything i just wrote... would you feel bad for me? or would it spark something in you, a memory, and hope, that maybe its worth trying again. or has too much time passed, and too much has happened between us, that it simply wouldnt make sense anymore?

ive tried and tried to reconnect with old friends from the past. even the ones who i left on good terms with, we just cant seem to click anymore. we changed and outgrew eachother. and they remind me too much of the past, and the pain of grieving that time and that old me is too much, and it makes it too hard to see her anymore.

maybe weve changed so much, and the trust has faded so far, that even if we were to reconnect, wed inevitably lose eachother again anyway. would that hurt more? perhaps its best to leave the memory untouched where it is, and not meddle with what we had, by replacing it with newly failed attempts of rekindling things.

ugh.

i always come back to the same conclusion. and thats good! its consistent, and its healthy, and its right, and it helps me to stay on gods path. but its so exhausting going round in this circle so much. when can i be given a break? when can this addiction end? who is holding onto who at this point? is it venus retrograde? this whole time ive been blaming my emotions on venus. but every now and then i wonder if its him manifesting himself into my mind by thinking about me to.

EXCUSE ME! IF YOU ARE HEARING ME RIGHT NOW, WOULD YOU PLEASE GIVE ME A BREAK? I DONT WANT TO IMAGINE YOU ALL HOT AND SWEATY IN YOUR WORK UNIFORM AFTER A DAYS WORK. I DONT LIKE IMAGINING YOU LAUGHING AND MESSING AROUND WITH YOUR FRIENDS. I DONT ENJOY MISSING A PERSON WHO DOESNT EXIST. SO PLEASE STOP THINKING ABOUT ME AND MANIFESTING IN MY MIND! ITS EXHAUSTING. I NEED A BREAK TO FIND SOMETHING REAL AND TANGIBLE, THANKS.

i am so fucking delusional and need professional help. thats all

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. honey nut cheerio lady robin hood who likes christmas but is allergic to the pine tree lefty eyebag 😌

I fell asleep but then woke up, saw your answers and fell back asleep 😅 I was going to respond but I couldn't keep my eyes open and I would have probably typed some gibberish.

Hope you slept well. Doing anything fun today? Or just finishing up little stuff before you guys leave for the airport?

So when you do that, does it ever creep your customers out when you guess their order correctly? Also, the thing about guessing the voices from animation or movies, that's amazing. I could never even guess or be close to who it is if I did guess.

I'm the same way with names and numbers. I try to guess the name and it's always far off 😅 then numbers always get jumbled.

Ah I see. What's the most words you have written in just an hour? Also, have you ever finished writing a fic then reread it after and scrap the whole thing?

I'm the same way with reading fics with a lot of kinks. I think I just read the fic, but then once I see something disturbing to me, I stop. I try to push myself to see if I can handle reading it, but then it actually weirds me out so I can't continue 😅

I think my answer is the same as yours. Especially the bdsm with pain, or if it has blood and other bodily functions..no no for me. And is pet play like beastiality? Sorry I don't think I know that.

I did not expect the naenae song 🤣 do you do the dance too?? Hahaha

For me:

1. Dynamite by BTS

2. Secret Love Song by Little Mix

3. Any country songs lol

Name 3 songs that remind you of your crush.

- CuriousGeorge

Hello hello youngins righty eyebag! 😅

I wanna see what kind of giberish u type if u reply mr when u r sleepy.lol.

How r u? N how was ur day? R u feeling better emotionally?

I didnt sleep well last night. Stayed up until like past 2.am. i got a little panic attack becausr i overthought if i forget something or if i pack too much.

We got to the hotel around 4pm. N im just chillin now.

The hotel is nice.. was thinking to sleep early tonight because we gotta wake up at 4am to go to the airport but the room has a separated room like a living room with desk n chair with tv also, so it is so tempting to stay up late n write. 😅 but i think i should sleep early..but im not sure.lol.

Haha no. They actually love it.. but i did kinda shocked one customer though because i started the talk in a wrong way but then she laughed about it. It was when i was in new orleans walk at night n i was kinda drunk. N i recognize too. N my drunk ass talked to her n say "excuse me, u live in ...(city name) right?" 😅

N her drunk face was like "wtf" n she said yeah.. n i was like "oh no dont worry, im sorry..i work at (sushi restaurant name) n i serve ur table pretty often." Then i start mention her regular orders n then she recognize me.🤣🤣🤣 n she laughed. Then we walked the bourbon street together drunk. 🤣

About recognize actors / actress voice in animation movie, sometimes i got it right sometimes i dont.😅🤣

Yeah numbers n names r hard to remember.

I never pay attention how much i write in an hour. Mostly 1 fic i wrote at least between 4-6K words but the most in one fic i think it's like 12K but i end up splitting them to few parts. If The Monsters Within a whole one fic it will be the longest i hv written because over 18K words n still counting. 😊

Yeah i have done that, but not scraping the wholr thing though, i scrapped almost half of it.. one time i wrote quite a lot, ideas flowed n stuff..i wrote it on google doc n it was on offline mode because i was on a flight. But when i finally connect it to internet, the part that wrote was not saved n gone.. i wanted to cry. I think it was the dark wanda fic "I Love You Too Much" i dont know if u have read that but yeah i had to write all over again.

Haha yeah im like that too. It was an age play fic, i tried to be open minded about it but i stopped in the middle because i couldnt read it.

Petplay is a kink where one of them act like a pet such as puppy,or kitten or bunny. I dont mind reading light pet play but not too much. Im not good at explaining this but i guess u can google it. 😊

Haha yeah sometimes i do the nae nae song but only when im drunk. 😅 im not a good dancer n too shy for that. But when im drunk im a different person.😅🤣

Ah okay.. i will check those songs.. u dont like country song? I think pop country r very nice to listen to, for me. 😊

Song that reminds me of H? Hmm...

1. Gorgeous by Ash (the one that inspired me smut idea with Natasha. 😊

2. Con La Brisa by Foudeqush

3. Gooey Rework by Glass Animals. 😁

What about u?

Also i think u asked something about pt. 4. I dont remember if i have answered it or not. Can u remind me again? Im too lazy to scroll to my answers right now. Sorry. 😁😆

Next question?

Cheerio! (Not the cereal one)

[sukunasweetheart]

hOi poe! Hope you're doing well with the moving and stuff but at least the exams are over! (I think hopefully maybe--)

Could I maybe request for a scenario where Sukuna has to deal with a very stressed S/O, where she just proceed to just lie down on the ground and ponder about what she's doing with her life

Anyways I hope you have a good day uwu

im sorry, this came around wayy too late but ToT i hope youre still around to read it! sukunas a bit more on the playful side in this piece, i hope u dont mind haha

word count: 736

A face of displeasure disrupted your blank stare towards the cream-coloured ceiling of your room, pulling you away from your mind numbing existential crisis. Sukuna was looking down at you with his hands shoved into his pockets, an imminent frown lurking upon his features. His mouth was moving, but you weren’t hearing anything. You pulled one of your earbuds out.

“What?”

He sighed, clearly unhappy about having to repeat himself.

“I said; what the fuck are you doing?”

It was your turn to exhale loudly this time, as it was a question that even you didn’t know the answer to, in all honesty.

“I don’t know. What am I doing?” you pondered out loud, the stress nibbling away at your brain.

He looked annoyed at your riddle of a response, but had nothing else to say on the topic. A few seconds of silence passed, before he noticed you were going to plug your earbud back in.

“You want something to eat?” he asked abruptly. Food almost always lured you back in whenever you were in a bad mood.

“No thanks.”

Finally plugging it back in, you then closed your eyes to insinuate the end of the conversation. He stood there for a couple more seconds, looking down at you as you closed your eyes to avoid his stare.

You felt the way his shirt grazed over your arm as he laid down beside you. Then your earbud disappeared once he’d plucked one away from you and put it into his own ear. You didn’t care to protest, and he stayed silent for the first few minutes, as well.

“This is a hell of a boring date.”

“This isn’t a date!” you retorted, huffing. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve laughed at the comment, but right now you were feeling so down and overwhelmed about a lot of things.

“If you’re so bored, you should go and find something else to do.”

“Come with me then,” he said, biting the inside of his cheeks - he was unused to feeling so clingy.

“I don’t feel like it.”

He turned to his side, supporting his head with hand while he looked at you.

“Awfully moody today. I thought that was my job. What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning at you.

“...nothing’s wrong,” you told him, shutting your eyes again.

“Lies. Tell me,” he insisted, pinching your cheek. You swatted him away, making a noise of irritation.

“I don’t know. I just…I don’t know what I’m doing with my life.” Saying it out loud, you felt like you sounded awfully stupid. You turned away from him, lying on your other side. He seemed to think for a while as he looked at your reduced state.

“Does it really matter?” he asked.

“...What?”

Sukuna reached out and began playing with a few strands of your hair, thoughtlessly fumbling with it.

“Just keep pushing forward, even if it feels aimless. Do what you can in the moment,” he continued, putting a hand onto your shoulder to pull you towards him - so that you were facing him again.

“It’s not uncommon to be unsure. Not everything can be elaborately organised and planned.”

“...Though I really do believe that even an airhead like you can find your purpose in life.”

You were about to hiss at him again, but looking at his face, you saw that rather than wearing a smirk of mockery, he was smiling at you with warm affection. It made you feel giddy, and a little bit of your depression was ebbing away.

“If all else fails, you’ll still have me to fall back upon.”

You sharply turned back away from him, rubbing at your eyes.

“...are you crying?”

“No.”

Sukuna shuffled closer from behind, and spooned you gently.

“How troublesome. Seems that I have a crybaby for a lover,” he teased, caressing your cheek.

“I said I’m not!” you denied, with obviously moist eyes. He began laughing out loud, at how you were fighting against such a blatant fact. You pouted at him as he sat up.

“Now. Pick a fast food restaurant that you’d like to eat from."

“...McDonalds…”

When the food arrived at the table, Sukuna unpacked everything for you - opening the burger box up, sticking the straw into your drink and even squeezing out the ketchup for your fries. And then, he continued to chuckle at you as you stuffed your face full, all while secretly heeding his advice close to your heart.

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[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

I Pick the TV Show, Rogers Shuts His Cake-Hole | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Angst, Fluff)

Category: Angst, Fluff (Suggested) Age: 14+ Trigger Warnings: none, other than the standard explicit language Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Steve Snaps At Reader When He’s Stressed, Resulting In Her Being Very Upset Request: "can u write where steve/bucky is overwhelmed with something and when reader asks to help or is telling them to relax they snap at reader and reader is hurt which makes them feel really bad afterwards. thank you sm. i love ur writings. and this is anon right? is it alright if u dont post my response if its not anon? im sorry. thank you so much. ur blog always pictures great stucky imagines. 💗💗💗" Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2,488

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A given, the super-soldier had been on nonstop missions for the last month or so, but she thought she was helping him feel better, not making him feel worse.

“Would you like anything to eat, Stevie? You’ve barely moved all day.” (Y/N)’s voice is small. Quiet.

She’s leaning through the door of his study where he’s sat putting together his mission reports from the last three or four missions he’s been out on.

He shakes his head but doesn’t even turn to look at her.

Sighing, the woman walks further into the room where her boyfriend is slouched over the desk.

“You gotta take a break, Stevie.” She whispers, resting her hands on his shoulders.

She notices the way they tense up, but he still remains silent.

His fingers continue to write up his report on the laptop.

“I’m worried about you, Stevie; talk to me.”

“I’m busy, (Y/N).”

“I know you are, baby, but you’ve gotta look after yourself too.” She attempts, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. He pulls away.

The woman furrows her brows.

“Steve, please, you’ve got to-”

“(Y/N), just stop!”

The shout is sudden and it makes her flinch back away from the man as he turns to face her.

“I’m fine, alright?! I don’t need you babying me all the time!”

She doesn’t respond for a second, surprised at her lover’s outburst.

He says nothing more, simply turns back to the laptop and continues typing away.

“Steve, look how stressed you are. Can you please just-”

“STOP! Okay?! Just stop! Leave me the fuck alone while I finish these neverending mission reports. For once in your life can you just understand that not everything is about you?!”

(Y/N) swears that being shot in the heart wouldn’t hurt half as much as the words that just came out of the man’s mouth.

Her mouth opens and closes as if searching for the right words to say, but that hurt.

Is she really that bad? Is that the truth behind all of this? That she’s clingy? Thinks everything is about her? That was never her intention. (Y/N) is well aware of how important being an Avenger is. Hell, she is an Avenger, for Christ’s sakes.

She says nothing more and leaves the room.

She can’t even decide if she feels sad. No. She’s not sad, she’s not angry, she’s not… anything.

Numb.

Naturally, her feet lead her to their room. Steve’s room. They all basically share the super soldier’s abode since they all got together, but right now she doesn’t dare open the door.

Doing a full one-eighty spin, (Y/N) takes herself back to a place she barely touches anymore. Her room.

It’s pretty empty. Most of her clothes are in Steve’s room, in her own walk-in wardrobe. Her bed is perfectly made from the last time she slept in here - maybe a year ago?

The woman walks around her bed and straight onto her bedroom balcony, overlooking the lake at the back of the compound, and stays there. For three-hours. Until Bucky comes looking for her.

He came home from his mission about thirty-minutes ago only to find their shared room of Steve’s empty. He searched just about everywhere, completely clueless.

“FRIDAY, where’s (Y/N) and Steve?” He finally gives in.

“Captain Rogers is in study five, and Agent (L/N) is in her private quarters.”

Now that makes the brunet furrow his brows.

Why would (Y/N) be in her room and not his or Steve’s?

He prioritises finding (Y/N) first, knowing Steve will be writing up mission reports, no doubt.

Despite them being together for over six-years now, he hesitates when reaching for the handle of her bedroom door. Instead, the man opts to knock.

No answer.

“(Y/N)?” Nothing. “Doll, it’s me; can I come in?” Nothing.

Bucky tries the door handle and finds it unlocked, yet still hesitates.

“Baby?” He calls out. Again, nothing.

He’s cautious now. Scared.

Her room looks as untouched as the last time he saw it, which was a few months back when she was after one of her plushies.

“(Y/N)?”

It’s when he feels the chill of the midnight winds ruffle his hair that he realises her balcony doors aren’t fully closed.

Striding straight over, his eyes widen at the sight of his girlfriend curled up in the corner of the outdoor area, crying.

“(Y/N), baby, hey, what’s wrong?!”

Bucky immediately drops to his knees in front of the woman, reaching for her hands and gently tugging them away from her tear-stained face.

“(Y/N), doll, look at me.” His voice is gentle. Soothing.

She does almost instantly but her sadness stays.

“What happened, baby? Are you hurt?”

The fear and sincerity in his voice is enough to prompt the woman to shake her head. Yes, she’s hurting emotionally, but he needs confirmation that she’s not dying.

The woman immediately sees the relief take over his features, but he’s still concerned.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

Her eyes stray away from his, not wanting to tell him what’s got her so upset.

“Hey, no, look at me, baby,” He whispers, hand lightly grasping at her chin to raise her face back up to his. “What’s got you so worked up, (Y/N)?”

Another shake of her head as she tries to escape her lover’s hold.

“Baby, please, you’re scaring me.”

Her face contorts into something close to heartbreak as she wants nothing more than to reassure the man in front of her.

“It’s okay, Buck.”

“It’s not okay! Doll, I haven’t seen you cry since Stevie nearly died on that mission in Ohio like two-years-ago! Talk to me.”

She takes a deep breath and wipes her face of the shedding tears.

“Do you want me to get Stevie?”

The question is innocent and makes sense, but her eyes widen and she shakes her head desperately.

“No! No, please, no.”

That truly makes the super soldier concerned.

“Doll, please can you tell me what’s happened?”

Never in the last eight-years that Bucky and (Y/N) have known each other has she been so reluctant to see Steve.

Another sob escapes her and it’s breaking his heart.

“Baby, please.”

“Steve got mad at me, alright?!” She manages an attempted shout. “I just wanted him to look after himself.”

“What happened? What did Steve do?”

He’s concerned. Massively.

“I was trying to get him to eat; he hasn’t eaten properly in so long. He’s so overworked and he’s hung up on all these mission reports. He told me that not everything was about me - shouted at me; told me to stop.” She’s whimpering and sniffling again now. “Please get him to eat something, James.”

That last sentence is the one that crushes him. She’s upset, yeah, but above all that, she’s still worried about the blond super soldier.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to our room and get into bed, yeah? I’ll go and speak to Stevie.”

Her eyes meet his and she looks scared, but the ocean blue gaze that he returns makes her bound to his every command.

The woman nods.

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

With the help of the Winter Soldier, (Y/N) manages to stand up, letting him lead her out of her private room and into their shared one of Steve’s.

“Here, let’s get you into your PJs, yeah?”

He doesn’t leave room for negotiation as he helps his girlfriend strip out of her casual dress and into one of his oversized t-shirts.

“You get snuggled up in bed, doll. I’m going to go and get Stevie, okay?”

He hates how she looks nervous at the mention of their other lover’s name.

“He loves you more than words can describe, baby girl, I promise you. He shouldn’t have lashed out at you, I’m gonna talk to him, okay?”

A hesitant nod and forced smile is enough for now.

“I’ll be back shortly, I promise.” He leans over and gives the woman a kiss on the lips, leaving her with one of her favourite shows playing on the TV.

“Bucky,” Her choked up voice calls out just before he leaves.

The man turns from his place in the doorway.

“I love you.”

The smile that takes over his expression is contagious.

“I love you too, baby girl. More than anything.”

Despite his reassurance to the woman, he’s pretty damn pissed for a number of reasons about Steve losing his cool with their girl. Reason number one being, how dare he? Reason number two being, he knows better than to overwork, yet here we are.

Bucky doesn’t even knock once he approaches the glass doors of the study where Steve is sat typing away on the laptop.

The blond doesn’t even glance up to see who entered. He barely heard the door open which enrages Bucky further.

The brunet slams the lid of the laptop shut without saying a word, prompting Steve’s head to shoot up, glaring daggers at whoever has interrupted him.

“What the fuck, James?!”

That makes Bucky really get annoyed.

“Are you serious right now, Rogers?”

“I’m in the middle of about seven different mission reports, Buck, I’ve gotta finish them.” The man sighs, going to open the lid of the PC once more, only for Bucky to hold it down. “James, seriously,”

“No. What you need to do is explain to me why our girlfriend has been crying for the last God-knows how many hours?”

That makes Steve snap back to reality.

“What? (Y/N) has been crying? Is she okay?”

Bucky literally rolls his eyes at that.

“Are you fucking serious, Steve?” He repeats, Steve looking confused, expression contorting as he realises that his boyfriend is seriously angry at him.

“Bucky, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

The Winter Soldier’s head lolls back as he groans in frustration.

“You seriously have no idea?” He asks, rhetorically, watching Steve look almost scared. “Do you often shout at your girlfriend and forget it happened?”

Cap’s eyes widen at that, and he visibly gulps.

“What?”

“She came in here to make sure you were looking after yourself, which you weren’t, by the way, and you tell her that not everything is about her?! Are you fucking stupid, Steve?!”

He remembers it all too well in that moment, turning his head down to avoid the frustrated glare of his male lover.

“No. No, you don’t get to look away from me. Look at me.” Bucky demands, watching the blond super soldier reluctantly do so. “I come home from my own exhausting mission, search for (Y/N) for thirty-minutes, and find her crying her God-damn heart out on the balcony of HER room; not our room, Steve, no. Her room.”

Steve’s heart shatters and his eyes widen once more.

(Y/N) hates staying in her room. She’d always be in his or Bucky’s without a doubt.

“I- Buck-”

Bucky shakes his head and stands back upright as Steve is lost for words.

“I’m not mad at you, Steve. I get it, you know? You’ve been overworking for the last month, I know you’re stressed, but fuck, baby, you can’t hurt her like that. Do you know how much my heart fucking shattered when I saw her curled up in the corner of her own God-damn balcony?! It tore me apart. She hasn’t cried since you nearly fuckin-” Bucky chokes on his own word as he walks away from his lover.

“I’m sorry! Buck, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have let Fury send me on that many missions, I- I should’ve said no. I’m sorry.” Steve attempts, standing up and following the brunet, turning him around to face him once more.

“It’s not me you need to be apologising to, Stevie.”

Captain America nods and leans up to press a kiss to the man’s lips.

“I’m sorry, James.”

Bucky takes a deep breath and forces a smile.

“I forgive you. Of course I forgive you, I know you didn’t mean it, but I swear to God, if you hurt her again…”

Steve is already shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t dream of either of you getting hurt. Where is she?”

“Our room.”

He nods and begins heading toward the woman to which he owes more than he can give.

The door is half ajar when Steve gets there, he slowly opens it to reveal his girlfriend in all her glory, curled up under their Captain America themed duvet - which Sam bought the trio as a joke last Christmas. Her face is clear-as-day red from her earlier upset, and it breaks his heart.

The man knocks gently on the day as if not to startle the poor girl.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He offers a solemn smile when she turns to see who’s there.

He hates the way he can see her hesitation to speak to him as opposed to her usual squeal of his name, arms opening wide to welcome him into her cuddle-fest.

“Hi.” She manages, forcing her own smile.

There’s silence floating between them, the only sound being Jensen Ackles, in his role of Dean Winchester, talking a load of nonsense about pie on the TV that’s streaming Supernatural.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Steve manages, taking a step toward the bed. “Nothing can excuse the way I yelled at you, and I’m so sorry for that, but, sweetheart, trust me when I say I didn’t mean it. I was so stupidly stressed, and I should never have let it get to that point.”

She nods, truly believing his words, but it still hurt.

The blond sits down on the edge of the bed, not daring to cuddle his girlfriend until she’s comfortable.

“I love you so much, (Y/N) (L/N).”

A bigger smile taints her lips at that.

“I love you too, Steven.” Her voice is barely a whisper but he hears it clear as day.

“Can I hold you?”

(Y/N) smiles and shakes her head as if he was being silly.

“You never need to ask permission for that, Stevie. No matter what.”

With another sad smile, he pulls the woman into his arms and holds her tighter than ever before.

“I’m so sorry, my love.”

“I forgive you, but no more missions for a while.” She whispers.

“Yes, boss.”

Bucky’s leaning against the doorframe, watching the interaction. He took a detour to Tony’s office and made sure to give the billionaire a piece of his mind about making sure Fury didn’t have Steve on any missions for a long time.

“Is this the last episode?” The brunet speaks up, stripping himself of his clothes as he enters their room properly.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) nods.

“I still think we should watch Vampire Diaries instead.” Steve chuckles, mirroring Bucky’s actions.

“I pick the TV show, Rogers shuts his cake-hole.” (Y/N) teases, mocking a line from Supernatural and snuggling herself in the middle of the bed, sandwiched between the two super soldiers - where she belongs. “I love you both.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Love you always, doll.”

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Delivered and You're Mine - KTH One Shot

a/n: this is somewhat a part 2 to Signed and Sealed - PJM One Shot so it'll make more sense to read that one first.

Summary: You signed as an exclusive server for a catering company that, on the side, caters to a certain rich guy's private parties. What you didn't sign up for is becoming his main course for the night, him and his childhood best friend.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x you, Park Jimin x you, mentions of Kim Seokjin and a glimpse of Hoseok maybe

Word count: 16.3k

Tags: AU! 18+, student mc, yandere Taehyung (maybe), CEO Jimin, threesome, adult content (i dont want to specify things that might spoil the story)

The first time Kim Taehyung met Park Jimin was in first grade elementary school and that boy looked nothing like the hot CEO he is now; sour-faced, unfriendly and so rude, the only thing that never actually changed with him. And they never got along.

Taehyung, the middle child of three, had always been a little cheeky but he was everybody’s friend so when Jimin first moved there in the middle of the year Taehyung did what Taehyung usually does; tried to be friends. But after countless one-word answers, no eye contact and a final bark of “Stop following me, creep!” Taehyung gave up and never approached the boy again. A good thing as Jimin moved away by the end of the year. When they met again, it was in high school and for some reason, probably because they had both been the new kids in the second year, they formed quite a tight bond. They were joined at the hips, just the two of them against the school. Not that they got into any trouble, both had been perfect students.

That bond deepened when Jimin had been the only one who understood and supported his choice to go into photography instead of business as per his father’s expectation as the only male heir but Taehyung shirks off that responsibility so fast he has no intentions of going back. Two years of no contact with his family, outcast by his own parents until one day in his junior year when one of his photos for the department’s exposition caught the eye of a renown art connoisseur that landed him a mentorship with the country’s top art photographer. It opened doors for him but it especially opened his father’s eyes. Unfortunately for his little sister, though, his father’s attention shifted. You can say that their relationship is just cordial.

Taehyung doesn’t think that he had it hard. His name alone, even when he was cut off from his family for those two years, had been his lifeline to a lot of part time jobs and internships. Raised with a silver spoon in between his lips, he knows how lucky he is but that two years by himself helped ground him enough to make him the humble man that he is today. He takes the train to work even when he has a fancy fast car in the garage, prefers to cook rather than eat out at expensive restaurants and, though he lives in a fairly large apartment, he spends Saturdays making sure the place is always spick and span. For guests, of course, because another thing that Taehyung loves as much as photography is to host parties.

Yes, parties that come with invitations on sleek, black cards sealed with a pseudonym only invited guests would recognise in case they land in the wrong hands. Parties that have been going on since senior year college, attended by many of the elite sons and daughters. Parties that have an annual membership fee that could buy you an island or two. Parties that have a limited attendees of fifteen to twenty persons per session, sometimes less. Parties that JP Foods & Services is the sole management and caterer as per the agreement between the two best friends, not that they will ever go against each other but business is business.

Taehyung saw for himself how JP grew from a one-man show, how Jimin used to run around town getting supplies, haggling for the best prices and then lugging everything on the train and then later in the old Daewoo that his uncle had given him that had a tendency to break down at least once a month. Jimin started with friends’ birthdays then to frat parties and then the business grew from word of mouth. Thanks to Taehyung’s connections, he introduced the company to everybody he could and the next thing he knew an old family friend invested in JP and, well, the rest is history. No one could be prouder of Jimin than him, Kim Taehyung.

But that’s enough of their history. Taehyung just can’t help going down memory lane whenever he attends exclusive events like this one. The food is so amazing he made a mental note to compliment it to Jimin later, maybe even meet the chef in the back, too. He takes another bite of the lobster, savouring the taste on his tongue before swallowing. Fuck, he needs to see the chef. The lady across the table makes eye contact with him and he flashes her one of his dazzling smiles and she quickly blush, looking back down to her food. Taehyung loves that kind of reaction, gives him a good ego boost. Young and single, judging from her empty ring finger; demure and shy, a good candidate to be invited to one of his parties but invite the wrong person and there’ll be hell to pay.

Taehyung shakes his head. Nah, too innocent. That wouldn’t work. The stage suddenly lights up and a round jolly-looking man steps to the podium. The bidding is finally starting and Taehyung is actually looking forward to this part. He heard that they have a collection of limited paintings, one of which he’s been looking to get his hands on. But, as usual, they always start with the most boring items so Taehyung’s eyes roam the hall instead. The Great Gatsby theme for a fundraiser is so typical it’s almost tasteless and he had been close to laughing when he saw Jimin walk in earlier in an all-white suit. He himself is dressed in a light gold-coloured two piece suit but this isn’t new and he’s worn it once before at his older sister’s wedding but no one needs to know that.

He checks his watch, stifling a yawn to maintain politeness for his table. Since he came alone, he had been seated with a random group, most of whom are quite affluent. He had joined the small talk at the beginning, light jokes here and there to be friendly enough but then as they drifted into smaller groups, Taehyung remained by himself for the most part. Not a problem. It gives him the freedom to people-watch, scout some new faces. And that’s when his eyes land on you, from across the room.

Funny how a waitress who is supposed to blend in with the surroundings catches his attention but something about you piqued his interest. There’s pride in the way you hold your head, almost obstinate, but the downcast eyes give him the opposite impression. Taehyung runs a finger over his chin, a habit he has whenever he’s admiring an art piece. He watches as you move around the table next to Jimin’s and that’s when he notices how you keep glancing over at his friend sitting with the founder of a jewellery franchise everyone here is probably wearing a piece or two. A small smile creeps up his lips. Ah, so that’s her.

“I found our next girl,” Jimin had said to him just a few days ago. “The perfect one. No connections, no ties to our world.”

Taehyung doesn’t need much convincing. He trusts Jimin to do a thorough job but this is the first time he’s seen you. He chuckles to himself. They really do share the same taste, among other things. He’s about to look away when something happens.

The lady at the table you’re working on suddenly stands up and starts screaming, and judging from her voice carried over to his side, you must have spilled wine on her. Oof, not a good thing but Taehyung’s attention is affixed on you. Oh, how he loves watching you squirm and stutter, face going pale, the strong composure coming undone, wringing your hands together. It turns him on enough for him to shift his seating position.

Jimin was right. This is the perfect one. He wonders if you signed the contract yet. He picks up his own glass of wine, swirls it around a bit and takes a sip, eyes never leaving you even when Jimin comes to your rescue. He feels a slight jab in his heart as Jimin pulls you out of the hall towards the service hallway, a little irked that Jimin is having you all to himself.

“Are you alright, Mr Kim, sir?”

He looks up to see the lady across from him looking at him with concern in her eyes. Again, he gives her a charming smile, enough to knock the senses out of her for a moment, making her forget why she asked in the first place. “Oh, nothing,” he says airily. “Just got lost in thought.”

She blinks at him but nods. “Yes, of course.”

Taehyung watches as she goes back to picking on her food, the vegetables portion gone, the steak barely touched. She’s currently pushing a cut up piece of it around on her fork, looking a little dazed. He smirks behind the wine glass, eyes up front again to focus on the bidding. They’re finally moving on to more interesting pieces.

***

“She signed it.”

Taehyung would have punched the air had he not been in a meeting room with three other people discussing their next project. Instead, he schools his face, gets up from his seat, signals to them with one finger and walks over to the window overlooking the city while maintaining a hushed tone. “She did? Wow, that was easy.”

Jimin laughs easily on the other side. “I told you. When you know what they want, it’s a lot easier to bait them.”

“What did she want?” Taehyung asks, eyes roaming the skyline.

“What everyone wants,” Jimin says. “Money. She’s a student, looks like from a lower-middle class family, lives in student housing.”

Taehyung grins. “Means her family is far away.”

“Exactly,” replies Jimin. “She has a bit of zest in her. I think she’ll be interesting.”

“Oh? I can’t wait to see.”

“You’ll love her, Tae.” He hears Jimin let out a big satisfied sigh. “So, what’s your bet?”

Taehyung chuckles softly as he’s well aware at how much the amount of the bet is. It’s a game they’ve been playing for a long time. “That depends on you.”

Jimin hums for a bit, thinking. “She’ll bail out on the first day. Most of them do.”

A glare from a neighbouring building’s window pierce into Taehyung’s eyes and he squints, using his other hand as a shield. The memory of that stubborn face of yours crosses his mind and he smiles to himself. “Well, I’d say she’ll go in first just to prove a point but then bail halfway when she realises she can’t do it.”

“Oddly specific but okay,” says Jimin with a laugh. “Not that that hasn’t happened before. I’ll have her prepped for the next one. It's next weekend, right?”

“Yes, the second house,” he replies, walking back towards the meeting table. “Invites are going out this week. I’ll talk to you later.” He ends the call and places the phone on the table next to his work journal. He circles a date on the last Saturday of the month. He smiles apologetically to the others. “Sorry, work call. Now, where were we?”

Just then his phone pings. He casually checks the forwarded document from Jimin, smiling to himself as he reads your name written in surprisingly pretty loops. Y/n l/n, he mouths, testing out the syllables and vowels of your name on his tongue. He slides the screen to the next document and finds your resume, the one you submitted for JP Foods & Services. He reads through the details and stops at the address. Jimin said you live in student housing, an apartment just a few blocks away from the university. For some reason that Taehyung can’t recall at the moment, the address seems oddly familiar.

“Sir?”

He looks up, eyebrows raised. The three men, one of them Lukas, his schedule manager, are looking at him expectantly. Suddenly, he feels like he needs to leave. He turns to Lukas. “I’ve got to go. Something came up. I’ll leave the decision-making to you, yeah?”

Without waiting for a reply, he stands up, packs up his things and bows a quick goodbye before rushing out, leaving a flustered Lukas behind. As always, Taehyung takes the train this morning and as he power-walks to the station, he wishes he had driven instead, a thought that hadn’t occurred to him since god knows when. He gets to the station and jumps into the first train that pulls up heading for the university. Sitting down, he realises he doesn’t actually have any plans but thought he’d wing it.

At the university station, he steps out along with a group of young adults, all of whom are looking at him in both curiosity and awe as they follow behind him exiting the station. They walk towards the campus, turning their heads every few seconds to see where he’s going but he just stands there looking in the campus direction. He’s only been there once, the day his younger sister registered on the first day, had to go since both their parents were too busy. She had insisted on going alone but Taehyung thought it was the least he could do as his due diligence as a brother. That, and the fact that maybe they could fix their relationship now that she was the one taking over his responsibility in the family.

He takes off his dark suit jacket, leaving only the white crisp shirt and a vest and tie. He rolls up his sleeves and starts to walk in the opposite direction. It didn’t take long, just ten minutes of walking, leisure walking, too, and he’s now standing in front of a small apartment building, the paint so weathered he can’t tell if it used to be white or yellow. There’s nothing impressive about the place and he can only see cars that probably had multiple lifetimes parked in the parking lot. A Daewoo in the corner gives him flashbacks of his own studying days, memories of riding with Jimin to class or sometimes accompanying him on one of his supply runs. Simpler times, he thinks.

He checks the address again, feeling like a stalker but he promised himself he was just scouting, getting a feel of the girl Jimin hired for the next party. It’s not even noon so she must be in class. He bounces up the stairs and tries the front door, not at all surprised that it opens. It’s not a luxury condo where only residents are allowed into the lobby with a key card, anyway. The lobby is just a small landing with two phone booths set on one side of the wall. Bicycles are parked underneath the staircase and aside from the clutter, the place looks clean. Taehyung takes the stairs two at a time, ensuring his footsteps are light on the boards. He reaches your floor and walks down the hallway to your door.

Actually, he didn’t think this far. What was he going to do, knock on the door and introduce himself? That’s just weird. What was he even thinking, coming here? A thud and a loud cursing come from inside and it jolts him to start running back down the stairs like a teenager caught doing something he shouldn’t. Well, the second part is true, though. He reaches the lobby landing just as your door opens and you step out. He bolts through the door and runs across the parking lot. He stops there, panting and looking back towards the apartment. When he finally straightens up, he sees the front door open and you walk out.

As you cross the parking lot hefting your school bag and heading towards him, Taehyung immediately whips out his phone and pretends to be on a phone call. “Well, where are you? I don’t see you anywhere,” he says loud enough for you to hear as you walk by, your head low over the screen of your own phone. He sees you glance up briefly and he raises his voice. “We’ll meet another time. I’m leaving now. I have to get back to work.” He starts following you from behind, the phone in his hand. If you ask, he’ll just say he’s heading to the station.

But you don’t. You don’t even turn around once and as they reach the station, he watches you walk towards campus, eyes still glued to your phone. Taehyung sighs. “You should really be more aware of your surroundings,” he mutters. He brings up his own phone again and dials Jimin. When the other man picks up, he says, “I’m moving the party up to this weekend.”

He hears Jimin chuckles but sarcastically. “You went to her place, didn’t you?”

Taehyung doesn’t reply, his eyes still tailing you. “I’ll send out invites today.”

~~~

You meet up with Yuna for lunch down at our favourite restaurant, a place we could probably go twice a month because you can’t quite afford to eat out that often if it’s not fast food. Yuna always insists on paying but everybody knows you live with her and everybody knows who she is and a leech is what you’d hate people to label me so you always refuse.

“Why do you care what people think?” she had asked one day out of annoyance when you told her you couldn’t go with her and a bunch of her other friends to Lotte World early in your freshman year. She had gone without you, of course, and had sulked for a whole week, refusing to come out of her room or talk to you just because you wouldn’t let her buy you the ticket.

But that was a couple of years ago. As her father’s pressure bears down on her, as you get closer to graduating, Yuna’s lifestyle also shifts. When you asked, she said that she had to keep a clean nose and that means her outings are limited to only what would benefit her standings in the business world so that means only the excursions her family planned out in detail. Earlier this year, she had come back to the apartment red-faced and in tears and told you later that her family wanted her to move out of the student housing to maintain reputation but she flat out refused. This apartment was her only escape from the full brunt of her family, especially her father’s oppression, as she called it. You wondered why she never said no, the same way her older brother and sister did but it’s not something you have the right to meddle with so you kept quiet and let her rant.

But with the new job you got, a server with JP Foods & Services, that pays more than the usual rate per event, you’ve been the one to initiate going out. She’s been buried in books too much lately and a reminder that she’s still young is what she needs. “I want to go to that club everyone’s been talking about,” you say as you plop down into your seat.

Yuna arches an eyebrow. “The one in Gangnam?”

You nod, grinning. “I’ve always wanted to go and you’re coming with me.”

Yuna scoffs. “I got to study.”

“You’re always studying,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Live a little. We’re going. Tonight.”

“No way,” she says, shaking her head just as the food arrives. “I have an early class tomorrow. The weekend, maybe?”

You think about it. “Hm, a negotiation. Okay, I’ll think about it.”

You scroll through your phone and that’s when the email notification comes in. Your heart skips a beat when you see the name of the sender; your boss, Park Jimin. The email content is short:

VIP Party, classified

9PM, Saturday (2/19)

Location will be disclosed later

You look up at Yuna. “It has to be tonight,” you whine, holding up the email for her to see. “I have work this Saturday.”

She squints at it and her face turns sour. “Well, I’m not going on a weekday. No one goes to a club on weekdays anyway.” Through bites of food, you notice how she keeps glancing at you like she has something to say. You look directly at her. “What is it?”

She shrugs. “Nothing. Just wondering what classified means.”

“A secret? Cannot be named? Private information?” you offer, waving your fork around with every suggestion.

She doesn’t respond, her face impassive. “And VIP Party? Who’s the VIP?”

“All the information I have is the one that’s written on the email, which I just showed you,” you reply, annoyed. “I’m just a server. I work and get paid. I don’t care much about anything else.”

“But you work for Park Jimin which means…” she trails off.

“Means what?”

She shakes her head. “No, never mind. Forget it.”

You sigh. “Just because you don’t like the guy doesn’t mean he’s a bad guy. Hell, I think he’s rude as fuck but he pays me well so I’m not going to complain about the work.”

“Even when your work goes against your moral values?”

You shot your head up, frowning. “What does that mean?”

She regards you for a while but then shrugs again. “Just wondering.”

“What kind of events would go against my moral values?” you ask. “Like, an illegal fundraiser where they trafficked humans? Endangered animals?” You start to wonder about the NDA and contract agreement you received just last week from your boss, a contract that makes you an exclusive server for their more private and upscale events, as you were told. You wonder if any of those events are illegal, hence the NDA. Fuck, you think. What the fuck did you sign up for?

The food suddenly seems too hard to swallow and you push your plate away. You look at Yuna who is regarding you with eyes that read a cross between sympathy and annoyance. But all she says is, “You’re really naive if you think that’s the worst of it,” and then continues eating. She refuses to say anything more even when you push, clamping down hard as if she had accidentally spilt something she shouldn’t have and won’t speak anymore for fear of what she might let out.

It’s not like Yuna at all, this behaviour and she shuts herself in her room the whole night after you both came back from classes so there was no way to keep pressing her. You know she had only spoken to Park Jimin once, reluctantly at one of the parties her family goes to and had had a bad impression of him but to make you question the nature of the new job you got when you’re excited and happy with it is odd of her. When Jimin had sent you home that one time, she had been excited about it, having only good things to say about him from what her friends, mother and mother’s friends think about him. You decide it must be the VIP party thing that had triggered her, parties that she’s more accustomed to, too, due to her family’s involvement. Maybe she just hates them that badly.

You’re watching TV in your shared living room when your phone rings. It’s Jodie, a coworker you met from the first event you worked as a server.

“Hello?”

“Heyyy,” she answers from the other side almost in a shout. You can hear the loud thumping of music in the background and crowd noises. “Whatcha up to?”

You laugh. “Nothing. Just watching TV. Where are you?”

“Great! I’m in Gangnam, baby, where all the good stuff happens,” she says, giggling. “If you’re free, want to meet up? We’re all going to the Haven later. Like, in an hour? You should come!”

You glance at the clock above the TV. It’s close to ten and your first class is at eleven tomorrow. You look behind you towards Yuna’s closed door and wonder if she’s already asleep. “It’s kind of late. I think I’ll-”

“Uh uh! Nope!” she shouts back through the loud music. “I won’t hear it. You have to come! A little birdie tells me that you signed up for the exclusive membership for JP that means you should come because one of the VIPs we’ll be serving this weekend will be there.”

“Really? Who is it?” you ask, sitting up a little but still hesitant.

“Just get your ass to the Haven, bitch,” she replies through laughter. “I’ll meet you there. Oh, and don’t forget to bring your black card.”

“My what?” you ask, wondering if she knows you’re not a fancy rich person and except your national ID, the only other cards you own are the bank card, your student ID, and the library card.

“The black card,” she repeats impatiently. “The one you got after you signed up for JP membership.”

You laugh, remembering now what she’s talking about, but still a little confused as to why she keeps saying it’s a membership although you did receive it in the mail a day after you signed the contract agreement with JP. “You mean the employee ID? Right, sure.”

“Call it what you want just get there in an hour. See ya!”

The call ends, leaving you to rethink about going out again. True, you had wanted to go out tonight but with Yuna, knowing full well that she won’t let you two do anything too extreme for a weekday. You look at her bedroom door once more, wondering if you should invite her to come with you, for safety measures. You knock on her door, lightly, and call out to her but get no response. You try again, louder this time but still nothing. She’s probably asleep. You go back to your own room and sit on the bed, thinking if you should go or not.

Your phone pings and you see a text from Jodie. We’re on the way NOW. Heard that he’s already there! Come!

You sigh. It will take you thirty minutes by train to go into the city and you won’t have that much time to enjoy yourself before you have to catch the last train. You start to text back to let her know that you can’t when another text pops up. I’ll pay for your cab ride home. Just get here!

You groan inwardly but stand up to look through your wardrobe for something to wear. You find a tight black leather skirt and a strapless mesh top that looks like it has been sprinkled with gold glitter. It’s new and it’s perfect for a night out. By the time that you’re ready to head out, it’s 10.45PM and you creep silently to the front door. You pull on a pair of high-heeled boots and silently leave the apartment. You exit the front door of the building and a taxi is waiting up front. The driver, seeing you, rushes out of the car and approaches you.

“Are you Ms l/n?” he asks, looking at you from head to toe. You catch concern in his eyes but dismiss it.

“Yes?” you reply hesitantly.

“I’ve been sent to pick you up, miss,” he says, gesturing to the car. “Please, get in.”

You take a step back, one hand touching the front door handle. “By who?”

“Um, hold on,” he says, pulling out his phone. “Ms Arkania? Jodie Arkania? She said to bring you to Haven.”

“Oh.” You follow him towards the car and get inside. He closes the door behind you and gets back behind the wheel. He drives off and you send a text to Jodie to let her know you’re on the way.

The first thing you notice when the car pulls to a stop is how, on a weekend, there’s a line outside the club entrance, mostly girls in glamorous outfits and thick makeup, giggling and hopping on their feet with excitement. “Is there some sort of event going on?” you ask the driver but he shakes his head, unsure.

You step out and the second thing you see is Jodie standing and waving at the front of the line. You go to her, much to the annoyance and disgust of the people in line. “Did you bring the black card?”

“The employee ID?” you ask a little incredulously. You take it out of your purse. “Yeah.”

The bouncer glances at the card in between your fingers and steps aside to let you through. Jodie pulls at your hand as you’re still processing what just happened. Only when you’re inside where the lighting is dimmer does she finally let go. “He’s in one of those VVIP lounges and-” she pauses, looking at my face. “What’s wrong?”

“Why does my employee ID work to get us in?” you ask, confused, looking backward towards the entrance.

Jodie rolls her eyes, stamping her feet. “Does it matter? C’mon, Jimin wants us back there.”

She starts to pull you forward again but you dig in your heels. “Wait, Jimin is here? Why?” She groans loudly. “Why are you asking so many questions? Why does it matter?”

Slightly taken aback by her sudden animosity, you stutter to find words. This time, when she pulls, you don’t fight back, following past the concierge and towards this huge double door. You watch as she flashes her card at the lady behind the desk before pushing through the doors and immediately you’re blinded by the sudden change of lighting from dim club lights to a burst of pure whiteness. The hallway is brightly lit and the walls are all painted in the same bright white and compared to the music outside, this area is playing elevator music, soft and subtle in the background, slightly cherubic. You see a girl walking over from the opposite direction, a tray in hand and dressed from head to toe in what you assume to be an angel costume. She smiles sweetly at the both of you and you notice that she has this pair of pink contact lenses. A little odd but I guess that’s the theme here.

“Here it is,” you hear Jodie musing to herself, pulling you through another set of doors into a small, private room. The lighting is a lot warmer in here with two long circular seats set around an oak round table.The seats look like they came from some Victorian house, champagne-coloured with silk threads. What catches my attention the most is the lavish chandelier dripping down from the ceiling, the crystals sparkling as it catches the light.

“Well, what have we here?”

You turn your head to finally see Jimin sitting on one of the seats, laid back, one arm stretching across the back of the sofa, one ankle leaning against the other knee. His platinum blond hair slicked back as usual regarding you with such icy cold eyes. Jodie sashays over to him. “I invited her,” she explains, sitting on the other end of the sofa primly, tucking her feet beneath her. That’s when you notice the other man in the room, sitting across from Jimin in the same mirrored position, except his legs are spread like only a man does it. His wavy curls framing his face makes you believe that God really took his time creating some people.

He stands up but it looks like he didn’t even move and all you can think about is how freaking tall he is and how good his cologne smells and how close he actually is that the end of his suit jacket is brushing against your blouse. All you can do is gawk, speechless, your mind blank.

“I think we haven’t officially met,” he says, the baritone of his voice seems to be reverberating deep in your bones. He holds out a hand and you offer yours, startled at the electricity when your skin touches. “It’s Taehyung. Kim Taehyung.”

The name sounds familiar but your brain is too mushed up right now to think straight. But you feel you’ve seen him before, recently. Then, it hits you. “You were in front of the apartment today!” You step back but he hasn’t let go of your hand. “Wait, were you stalking me?”

You hear a snicker and whip your head towards Jimin who’s hiding his lips behind a finger. He raises his hands in defence. “Hey, don’t look at me.”

Before you can say anything to Jimin, Taehyung’s grip on your hand tightens and he tugs you lightly to get your attention. “I’m Jimin’s…business partner. All staff information comes to me, too.” He pulls you closer so that your fronts are almost touching. “Especially the exclusive ones.”

His eyes feel like pools of magnet, pulling you into their depths, sinking you in and making sure you never resurface again. They twinkle with nothing good, looking like they hide secrets you don’t ever want to know. Your gut is screaming at you to run as the corners of his lips twitch up in a small smile but your feet feel like lead. If Jimin is bad news, this Taehyung guy will be the death of you. In the back of your mind, a voice tells you that somehow Jodie plays a part in all this. She got you here, at least. She knew.

With sheer willpower, you pry your hand out of Taehyung’s and cross your arms over your chest, taking a few steps back so you can regard all three of them. You can’t help but feel ambushed. “What’s this about?” You put on your best no-nonsense face, hardening your stance and jutting out your chin.

Taehyung gestures to the seat. “I just want to get to know you, that’s all.”

“Why?” you shot back, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Because,” he says, sitting down. “It’s my party this weekend. And I’d like to meet all the exclusive servers beforehand. Get a feel of them.”

You give him an incredulous look. “Why?”

He regards me for a few seconds, his tongue pushing against the inside of his cheek as he mulls over the information he’s going to give you next. “Do you know what kind of party it is?”

You shrug, attempting to look defiant. “Does it matter? Work is work and that’s all I’m there for.”

“Ah, right,” he says, rubbing the bottom of his lip absentmindedly. “Money. Of course. You’ll be paid handsomely for events like these. But don’t you question it? Why are you being paid a hefty amount? Not curious at all?”

You grit your teeth. “No. I don’t. The less I know the better.”

Taehyung’s gaze on you is piercing. “Are you that desperate for money?”

You don’t answer him but the rage inside is bubbling. Your heart is pumping fast and your hands are balled into fists. Fuck this. You turn to Jimin, tears burning your eyes as you try to reel in your anger. “Fuck this. I’m out.”

You turn to leave but Jimin’s cool tone stops you in your tracks. “You signed an agreement. A contract of one year. But, of course, you can leave. I won’t force you to stay but can you pay the penalty for breaking the contract?”

Jodie stands up and puts a hand on your arm. “C’mon, y/n. Mr Kim didn’t mean to undermine you. It was just a question. I mean, I want money, too. Everyone does. Just…come, sit down first.” She pats the seat next to her but you don’t budge, planting your foot on the carpeted floor.

You glare at both Taehyung and Jimin. “Get to the point, then.”

Taehyung looks at Jimin and they exchange a silent message with each other, one only they can understand. Jimin nods to Jodie. “Leave. We like to talk to her privately.” Jodie looks affronted but she schools her face to smile agreeably. She gets up but hesitates by the door. She turns to Jimin again. “I promised her I’ll take her home.”

Jimin waves her away. “We can handle that, thanks.”

She looks at you for support but you don’t have anything to say. Huffing, she finally exits the room. You turn back to the two men suddenly feeling like a lamb standing in front of two hungry wolves. Taehyung leans forward on his knees, hands clasped together. “I’ll ask again, how much do you need the money from this job?”

You swallow hard. “Not much but it does give me the freedom that I never had. I don’t need a lot of money, just enough to survive.”

Jimin’s eyes darken just as Taehyung’s ones soften. Taehyung speaks first. “My parties are…different. They’re special, catered for certain groups of people who are looking for both a good time yet maintains anonymity to do what they desire. I create a safe space for them to do it, to be themselves, if I should say so myself.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t follow.”

“Taehyung hosts debaucheries,” Jimin says, his voice impatient yet his tone is still the same cool and collected. Taehyung frowns at him. “They’re a lot more sophisticated than that.” He turns to you. “But, yes, I guess that’s one way to put it.”

You feel your mouth hang open and quickly collect yourself, putting on your best impassive expression. “So, what? If I have to serve at those kinds of parties then what? I signed an NDA so there’s that. I know how that works.”

Taehyung gives his friend a quizzical look. “You didn’t explain to her properly, did you?”

Jimin smirks but doesn’t respond. Taehyung sighs, looking back at you. “Yes, you will serve at those parties. But…”

“But what?”

He sighs again. “But you’ll be taking part as well.”

You stare at him. “What do you mean by taking part?”

“Meaning that if a guest is interested in you, you will have to participate,” Taehyung explains with a straight face.

Jimin clears his throat. “Of course, if you do, the pay will be tripled.”

“So you’re paying me to be a whore at your party?” you spit, fuming.

“Not exactly,” Taehyung hurries to say. “We don’t allow for penetration with our staff, that’s the rule. But serving is part of your job so to serve the guests includes that you be more open to-”

“No,” you snap. “No, I won’t do it.”

“Then pay the penalty.” Jimin replies smoothly.

“Fine. How much?”

Jimin laughs but takes out a paper from his breast pocket. He slides it over the table towards you. You pick it up and unfold it, your eyes going through the lines quickly until they widen at the figure. “This is insane. There’s no- fuck! This is ridiculous! Why didn’t you explain this to me?”

Jimin’s eyes flash dangerously. “It’s not my fault you didn’t read the agreement properly. I told you to sleep on it and think about it, didn’t I? Now you’re shifting the blame just because you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared,” you argued. “It’s just-”

“Are you a virgin, then?”

Glowering at Jimin, you growl, “I’m not.”

Jimin looks at Taehyung. “I think I must have gotten her wrong, man. Sorry, I didn’t think she was this innocent. She’s not fit for the job. We’ll have Jodie pick someone else.”

“Jodie does this, too?” you ask.

Jimin laughs again. “How do you think she affords the Porsche? Look, this job is obviously not for everybody, especially for someone as sheltered as you. You know what, I won’t even impose the penalty on you. You can leave.”

Something about the tone of Jimin’s voice irks you so much that something changed. You look at Taehyung. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Taehyung dips his eyebrows. “Are you sure?”

Your chest constricts but you nod. “Yes. I’ll do it. You say no penetration, right? I can tell them no, right?”

Taehyung nods. “Yes, you can actually. Everything that happens in those parties has to be consensual, that’s one of the rules.”

You let out a breath of relief. “Okay, that sounds better.” You hold your head higher. “I’ll do it.” Jimin and Taehyung keep their eyes on you, both assessing your answer but differently.

Then Taehyung stands up, holding out a hand. “That settles then. I’ll see you on Saturday, princess.”

You take his hand, making sure your grip is tight, making Taehyung smirks at your attempt. “Don’t call me princess.” With one last glare at Jimin, you turn around and walk out of there.

Taehyung watches the door swings shut behind you, the smirk growing into a leering smile. He looks at Jimin from over his shoulder. “You found an interesting one.”

Jimin snorts. “Those are the ones that we always find trouble with, Tae.”

“But you don’t regret it, do you?” Taehyung sits back down, this time next to his friend. He puts a hand on Jimin’s thigh, massaging lightly, almost out of habit rather than anything else. “Don’t worry about it. We can handle her if it goes wrong. Just like we handled the rest of them before.”

Outside, on the street, you pace back and forth and you stare at your phone screen, waiting for the Uber application to find you a driver. It’s Gangnam for fuck’s sake! The searching bar has been going on for two minutes now. You look up, hoping to see any taxis that might be passing by. Nothing. It’s past midnight now, far too late for the last train. You’re almost about to call Yuna when a voice comes behind you, “I’ll take you home.”

You turn around face to face with Taehyung once again and you take a step back, shaking your head. “No, I’m fine. I’ll call a friend.”

“It’s too late to bother a friend now, isn’t it?” he says, taking out his car keys. “Come. I’ll take you home.” You open your mouth to argue but Taehyung’s eyes flash angrily that it shuts you up. You quietly follow him to his car.

The drive home is a quiet one, the hum of the engine being the only sound. Taehyung drives with one hand on the wheel, the other relaxing on the middle console. He doesn’t ask questions, not even when he keyed in your address into the car’s GPS. You’re starting to feel that by now you’re a property belonging to Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung, both powerful men in the business world, a package transported back and forth by the two of them. You feel like a bug caught in a spiderweb and the pathetic thing about it is that you crawled yourself there. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

When the apartment building comes up, Taehyung stops the car on the side of the road instead of in the parking lot. You watch him look up to the building, the space between his brows creasing. Without turning to you, he asks, “You have a roommate?”

“Yes,” you answer, undoing your seatbelt cautiously. He doesn’t respond so you put your hand on the door handle, ready to bolt. Just as you open the door, you feel his hand on yours. When you turn to look, his gaze is still out the window. He finally turns, his facial expression soft, his eyes kind, something you weren’t expecting that it startled you. He lets go. “Have a good night, y/n.”

You nod instead, not replying in words and exit the car. You walk up to the apartment without a backward glance, positive that you can feel his eyes following you. You enter the front door and he gives you one last look before driving off. You close the door and breathe a sigh of relief. It’s past one in the morning now so you tiptoe back into your apartment. The place is still quiet. You go into your room, get undressed and sit under the cover, processing the night’s event. Instead of the excitement you had been feeling all day, your stomach drops at the thought of Saturday.

***

“What time does your work start?”

You look up to see Yuna standing in your bedroom doorway all dressed up in a pastel yellow long dress and her hair pinned up. She’s putting in a pair of diamond drop earrings and from the tight face, you know she’s going to one of those obligatory events her family is making her go to.

“Starts at nine but I got to be there an hour early,” you answer, sitting at your desk and trying your hardest to focus on the homework at hand.

“It’s almost six now,” Yuna comments, glancing at her watch. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready? Aren’t you taking the bus?”

You check your own watch, not actually looking forward to going to work. “Yeah, I should.” Yuna stares at you still unmoving.

She approaches you. “Where’s the event? I can drop you off if it’s on the way.”

You smile at her. “Nah, it’s okay. You should be leaving soon, shouldn’t you?”

She pulls a face, sitting on the edge of your bed. “I wish I didn't have to.” She lets out a heavy sigh, pulling on a stray thread of your bed cover.

“Why do you do it?” You ask, turning to face her fully. “Why do you do all of it when you hate it?”

She shrugs, laughing sarcastically. “It’s not that easy to say no.”

“Both your brother and sister did.”

“My sister got married to one of the future board members so she’s secured,” she replies bitterly. “And my brother made his own name, outside the business, yes, but still he made it.”

You frown. “And you think you won’t? Without either?”

She looks at me. “It’s complicated. I love the business, I have a knack for it.”

“But?”

She sighs again then something changes in her stance. “But nothing.” She gets up, straightens out her dress. “Are you sure you don’t need a ride?”

You shake your head but stand up. “You should go now. I’m going to get ready, too. I’ll let you know all about the juicy details later.”

She rolls her eyes. “If I survive my ordeal, that is. The last thing I want to hear after being with rich entitled people is more about rich entitled people. Have fun at work. Let me know if you need me to pick you up. Give me an excuse to fuck out of there early, at least.”

By 7.15PM, you arrive by train at the station you were instructed to go, looking around the place until you see a black car pull up with the plate number that matches the one in the email. It all feels so mysterious, like you’re in some spy movie but the driver had been a friendly guy, talking your ear out the whole ten-minute ride. The condominium he pulls up to is one you’re very familiar with, having seen it everytime you pass by it on the highway when you’re out with Yuna in her car. It’s rumoured that only celebrities and models live here, which makes you wonder why because you’re sure the only thing they see out the window is the old strip mall across the road, a sore-eye if you compare it to the lavish condo complex.

The guard lets the car in easily and you are dropped off at the lobby of one of the massive buildings. You ride the elevator up to the thirty-first floor, your ears popping as the elevator man presses on a button to keep the door open for you to exit. The hallway is quiet, the plush carpet beneath your sneakers muffling your footsteps as you find the right door: 3160. You hesitate between knocking and ringing the bell before settling to press on the doorbell button, once and only lightly. You are about to knock when the door swings open and Jodie stands there in what looks like an elaborate set of lingerie.

“Oh, you’re here early,” she greets, a huge smile on her face. “Good. Come on in!”

The apartment is surprisingly normal, nothing out of the ordinary and looking like more homely than where people host sex parties in. Jodie sees you looking. “The party’s next door. This apartment is for the staff and preparation.”

You nod, letting her guide you towards a bedroom as she closes the door behind her. She gestures towards a metal rack in one corner. “You’re the first to arrive so you can take your pick.”

You walk towards the rack and your mouth is dry, looking at the array of choices of lingeries that you can’t even fathom on how to wear them judging from the many straps and strings. You turn to Jodie who is looking at you expectantly. “This is what we have to wear tonight?”

“Uh huh!” She chirps happily. She comes forward and ruffles through the choices. She pulls out one. “How about this one? I think it’ll suit your body perfectly!”

You look at the flimsy thing in her hand, your mind considering fight or flight, backing away a step. The bedroom door opens and Taehyung is standing there, eyeing you as if waiting for your reaction. When you don’t say anything, he walks over and hands you a bag. “This is the one I want you to wear tonight.”

When you don’t take it, he hands it over to Jodie instead. “Make sure she wears these.”

“Yes, sir,” Jodie quips, taking the bag and peering inside.

Taehyung leans in closer to you. “Remember, you agreed. Verbally and contractually.” He tucks a hair behind your ear and turns on his heels to leave. At the door, he pauses and says to Jodie, “And do her makeup, too, will you? I can’t have my staff looking like that the whole night.”

“Yes, sir. Of course, sir,” replies Jodie almost automatically as Taehyung leaves. She then starts pulling you into a chair in front of a vanity mirror. You study your own face; pale and distraught, but you sit up straighter and train your face to be impassive as Jodie starts her task. She places the bag from Taehyung on the table in front of you and you peek inside, your hands shaking a little. Gingerly, you take the content out.

Jodie glances at the pieces almost sourly. “I think they’ve found a new favourite.”

You don’t ask what she means, don’t need to as you gawk at the less-than-outfit that you’ll be wearing tonight. That, and the other small item in the bag.

~~~

Kim Taehyung sits in the middle of the dimly lit room, where he always sits during one of these parties. The Exile Prince’s throne, they call it, a nickname that started way back when. Though, of course, everyone knows he’s no longer an exile but a prince, he’s somewhat still is.

One by one, or in pairs, the guests arrived in clothings that represented themselves best, a showcase of their darkest desires and twisted fantasies on display so it may attract a compatible partner, or partners, for the night. Taehyung’s throne is situated where he can see the front door in full view as well as the side door for the staff. Just like everyone else, his mask covers half his face but his sensual lips give him away easily if he wasn’t sitting at his place. But no one dares approach him. The Prince is part of the hardbound rules: untouchable, unless touched first. That rarely happens, of course.

Silently, he watches the guests mingle. Thirty minutes in, the party is yet to warm up. People mill about the room talking in hushed tones, light flirting and banters, enjoying the champagnes or wines and light sweet snacks or raw oysters offered by staff easily recognised by the leather collars around their necks. He has two of them sitting on either side of his seat, Jodie on his right, and Yeonjun, a favourite among the guests, on his left. Their collars are both attached to the leashes in his hand he is holding slack. His eyes are glued to the staff doorway, patiently waiting. He catches Jimin in one dark corner, face hidden by the same half-mask but he knows that he’s watching the same place, too.

The staff doorway opens just enough for you to step out, finally, as Taehyung breathes in relief. But his breathing catches again as he takes in the one piece lingerie that you’re wearing, a small smile playing on his lip, satisfied with himself at the choice he made. The colour suits you, he thinks appreciatively, and just as expected, the guests all stare, but none approached. Taehyung watches Jimin tenses at the sight of you and that leads to a bigger smile on his face. Just in time, Jimin turns to him, his eyes blazing even in the dark and Taehyung raises his wine glass. Jimin only glares back, crossing his arms over his chest and going back to looking at you. Taehyung swears he can hear him huffing across the room but his attention is back on you.

How he loves that stubborn look on your face, the pride in your eyes even when your outfit leaves almost nothing to the imagination. The lace and faux fur give you a dainty image, a helpless prey put prettily in the lion’s cage. In contrast to the other staff’s black colour code, your whiteness creates a starkness no one can ignore as you walk around the room, a tray of champagne well-balanced on one palm.  Most people take the drink silently, others look away in both fear and lust, but all of them know perfectly well what you are: the Prince’s little white bunny, his chosen consort for the night’s play. The bunny is another hardbound rule that everyone is well aware of. Everyone except you.

~~~

The room is warm and dim yet the moment you step through the door that connects the first apartment to its neighbouring unit, it feels like a cold blast of air has hit you square in the face and you’re standing in a spotlight, dressed in nothing more than a bit of lace covering your body and light pink fur around the swell of your breasts.

You’re more than aware that everyone is looking at you, staring at you. They don’t say anything to you but to each other behind their hands or in hushed tones. The glasses on your tray rattle a little as you shiver but you quickly regain your composure, tilting your head up and steeling your gaze. The feathered mask on your face helps a little, confident no one will actually know you the same way that you have no clue who these other people are. But with every step you take in your stilettos, you feel eyes on you, and not the ones from the gawking guests, but heavier and more intense, burning a hole in your back.

The white leather collar around your neck is getting uncomfortable but you barely give it much attention when the small purple egg-shaped item is in place as instructed. You know the controller is in the hands of someone in this room but you silently pray that they won’t switch it on. To be honest, you did down a few of those champagne glasses yourselves earlier, something to harden your nerves before stepping out. No one can blame you for that, not even that smug Kim Taehyung or that arrogant Park Jimin because fuck them. You want to scream in their faces but for now you settle by murdering them in your heads multiple times over.

When you finally see Taehyung, you freeze in place, the tray on your hand swaying dangerously before you find your balance again. You stare at the man in the silver suit, face half hidden behind the matching-coloured mask, sitting on what looks to be a throne by the size of the chair. In his hand, you see two leashes that end with Jodie sitting on the bottom right of the chair and another young man on the right.

Taehyung regards you coolly, resting his cheek lazily on the fist of the free hand. The corner of his lips turned up just slightly, a mock smile and you grit your teeth. You turn around to walk away and that’s when someone flips the switch on and the little vibrator makes you gasp, startled in your footsteps. You turn back around, ready to lash out at Taehyung when you notice the person in the corner of the room, behind Taehyung. You watch as Park Jimin casually holds up something that suspiciously looks like a remote in his hand before slipping it into his breast pocket. He smiles and walks off.

Following your line of sight, Taehyung catches Jimin slipping off into the next room and he almost gets up to chase after him. Judging from your expression, Jimin had added something in the bag for you to wear that he didn’t approve of, mainly because he wanted you all to himself. He shifts his gaze back to you, biting on your lower lip, fighting to keep your knees apart, all the while the guests are moving around finding spots. The party is about to go into full swing. But not without his officiating first and Jimin had taken that away from him.

Nevertheless, he knows exactly how to get back at Jimin, anyway. Time for a little revenge. He calls for you, hand outstretched. Trying to mask how much your body is shaking from the sensation between your legs, you do your best to step up to Taehyung dignitantly, arranging your footsteps carefully. He pulls you into his lap and the crowd draws in their breaths. They watch as The Prince manipulates you on his lap so that you sit facing forward, the leashes wrapped around one fist. They watch in anticipation as he whispers something in your ear, one hand caressing your breast over the thin lace where they can see how perky your nipples are. They watch as his hand slides down your stomach and then to your thighs.

“Taehyung, stop,” you whine in a low voice.

“Shh, just do as I say and it’ll all be fine,” he replies, murmuring low in your ear.

His hand slips in between your legs, feeling the wire that is attached to the vibrator. He can even hear the low hum of the vibration and how you’re squirming in your seat but most of all, his fingers can feel how wet you have become. “Jimin thinks he can play with you but tonight,” he whispers, his lips touching the curve of your ear, “tonight, you’re mine.”

He turns to the crowd. “Let the play begin.”

There is no answer but the guests bow down low on their knees before spreading out around the huge apartment. Music with low rhythmic base starts in the background and not ten minutes later, after you’ve been released by Taehyung and walking around again with the champagne glasses, the music is drowned out by other human sounds. Taehyung had told you to bear the vibrator for another half an hour and if you succeed, he’ll reward you. For now, your body is slowly getting used to the low hum, being able to walk a little more normally now that less and less people are interested in drinks and snacks and more with each other’s bodies.

Clothes are torn aside and forgotten. Every surface and corners are occupied by a couple or a group. The temperature of the apartment seems to be rising along with the amount of naked bodies against naked bodies and it feels hard to breathe. There’s a sweet scent in the air and makes you feel a little lightheaded and you wonder what it is as you try your hardest to ignore the things happening around you. With the state of the crowd, you even feel modest in your lingerie set.

You find a place to put down the tray, now seemingly pointless to be carrying it around. You even see some of the staff joining in the…activities and others just standing around watching. The bathroom door next to you opens up and a man steps out, fixing his mask. He’s shirtless, just as everyone else but his bottom half is still clasped in a dark pair of jeans. He’s barefoot and breathing a little heavily.

“You okay?” you ask, concern.

He looks a little surprised that you’re talking to him but nods anyway. “Yeah, I’m good. Just new.”

You nod, understanding. You’re about to let him know that you’re new too but a woman who looks older than him approaches. She wraps one arm around his waist. “There you are, Hoseokie. I was looking for you.” She turns to you and eyes you up and down. To the man, she continues, “You know you’re not supposed to talk to the Prince’s pet. Come on.” She pulls him away. “You know, Namjoon would never go to this kind of thing,” you hear her say as they round the corner into another room.

You lean your back against the wall, dying to take the vibrator out. You look left and right and see no signs of either Jimin or Taehyung. You carefully reach in between your legs and have the wire in between your fingers when the power is turned up. You gasp, doubling over and the sensitiveness, a moan escaping your lips. You look up to find Jimin in the doorway you came from, his face expressionless.

He walks over, the heels of his loafers making a light thud thud thud noise coming towards you. He tilts your chin up with one finger. “Does that feel good, princess? Or should I call you little bunny?” He smirks.

The vibrator hums ceaselessly and you watch as Jimin increases the power once more. Your knees buckle beneath you and you’re panting hard. The vibrator’s wire end connects to another smaller bulb that is taped to your anus and the vibration is travelling up to it. Jimin crouches down next to you, one hand cupping your face. “What do you think? Did I position them perfectly?” He snickers then, one strand of his hair falling over his eyes. You’re reminded of the humiliation earlier of having to bend over and spread open for him, at his insistence, of course, after threatening you with your salary cut again.

“Please,” you breathe out. “Please, stop.”

Jimin pouts. “No. Taehyung thinks he can play with you alone when I was the one who found you first.” With one hand, he reaches in between your legs to jiggle the wire. “But your pussy’s mine tonight.”

“Says who?”

You both look up to see a back-lit Taehyung in the doorway. Jimin stands up to his full height, hands shoved in his pockets. “Says me,” he retorts, almost childlike.

“She’s mine,” Taehyung growls. “I paid you.”

“It’s not even near enough,” Jimin spits back.

“We had an agreement, Jimin,” says Taehyung dangerously.

“You’ve broken countless ones before,” replies Jimin. “What’s the difference this time?”

“Both of you stop!”

You’re panting, fighting back the noise clawing up your throat that comes from the pit of your belly. Your body is feeling hot and the slick is sticking on the insides of your thighs and you can feel your clit pulsing. You’re sitting on the floor now, chest heaving, the white stockings ruined from your leaking cunt. You’ve kicked your heels off, your toes digging into the carpet of the floor, your knees quivering and in this position both Taehyung and Jimin have a clear view of your wet pink pussy.

Taehyung drops down and immediately rips out the vibrator, both ends, making you let out a delicious moan that makes both of them shiver in excitement. You breathe hard, the build up of the orgasm fading away and you look up at Taehyung through your lashes. It must have been the exhaustion, or the naked people all around, or the moans and groans and whimpers, or the sweet lingering smell wafting through every room; it must have been the vibrator being stuck up your pussy for so long, or the way Jimin looks at you like he wants to rip whatever flimsy clothes you have on now, or Taehyung’s burning touch, or even the stupid music playing. It must have been the champagne. But whatever it is, you can’t quite explain why you said what you said: “I want to come. Please, Taehyung. I want to come.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Taehyung picks you up with ease in both arms and carries you to a room closed off to the other guests. He throws you onto the bed, the soft cover fluffing up on either side of your face. Behind him, you see that Jimin had followed you both in, closing the door behind him and locking it. Taehyung rounds on his friend. “I didn’t say you can come.”

Jimin steps up to him, their chests almost touching. In the haze of your lightheadedness, you’re not sure what you’re seeing but it seems that Jimin has his arms resting on the lapel of Taehyung’s suit jacket. He whispers something that you can’t hear and Taehyung relaxes into his touch, relenting at whatever the CEO is telling him. You don’t care. You have needs, you think as you mewl to the room to get their attention.

“Fine,” Taehyung says, slinking one arm around Jimin’s waist, gripping him tight and against himself. “But you’ll be the replacement.”

“I’ll make sure we all have fun, Taetae,” Jimin purrs, pushing him aside and approaching the bed. He climbs up, undressing himself as he does, leaving only a dark tank top and his pants and socks. He crawls over the cover to you and he immediately starts by taking your toe in his mouth. You take a sharp inhale of breath at the coolness of his tongue. You’ve never had this done to you before, feeling how his tongue swirls over the pad of your toe as he sucks on it before giving kisses up your leg. When he gets to your thigh, he easily rips the stockings, creating a hole that runs up to your crotch. The one-piece is held together in a clasp at the base of the spine that looks like a bunny tail but Jimin doesn’t bother with it. With one finger, he slides the lace cloth aside to uncover you.

The vibrator left a gaping hole fluttering every time you clenched onto nothing and all Jimin wants is to feel you clenching on him. He doesn’t wait long. “Oh, baby, look at you,” he croons as he inserts one finger in. You moan along with him as you feel his finger curl upward and he enjoys your soft inner walls. Behind him, he hears Taehyung getting undressed, too and his stomach does a somersault. He’s been waiting for this a long while now. He turns to look at Taehyung from over his shoulder. You crane your neck, too.

Taehyung is fully naked, his member standing up straight in all his glory. Taehyung’s body is as beautiful as his face, smooth and lean and hard in places that matter. His erect cock is red and swollen and Jimin grins at the sight. He climbs onto the bed, too, from the side, kneeling on his knees so his erection is in your face. You don’t need to be told or asked as you open up like a good girl and take him in your mouth. As your mouth is full with Taehyung, you moan against him as Jimin’s lips latch on your clitoris.

As Jimin works on you, as you work on Taehyung, you watch through hooded eyes how Taehyung lovingly runs his fingers through Jimin’s hair, slightly tugging this way and that, manipulating how Jimin’s tongue and teeth run over you. With every tug, both you and Jimin let out a hum and every hum, his cock twitches in your mouth. You’ve never been in a threesome before and have never thought about doing it but with these two men, you think you have an exception now. God, the way Taehyung is looking at you feels like you might burst into flames. He touches your cheek then, the same gentle touch he has on Jimin currently. “Good girl. That’s right. Keep taking it all in like that, baby girl.”

Jimin finally resurfaces, his nose and chin glistening wet. Taehyung turns to him, hand still on Jimin’s face. “Let me taste her,” he says, pulling in his friend. You watch, dazed, as the two connect their tongue together, sharing your juice. When they pull away, Taehyung’s eyes are back on you, dark and lust-filled. “Fuck, you taste so good, baby girl.”

He pulls out of your mouth and switches position with Jimin, kneeling in between your legs and putting his face close to your core. He takes a deep breath. “Smells so fucking good,” he growls before burying his face in your folds, his tongue lapping at the wetness like he’s the thirstiest man on earth. Jimin undo his pants, stripping down to reveal his bulging manhood, swollen and red and definitely thicker than Taehyung. He tugs at himself a couple of times. You can’t wait to taste him, craning your neck to lick at the tip peeking through the foreskin. Jimin hisses but he takes the cue, pushing himself between your lips and letting you fondle his balls. He then watches Taehyung nibbling on your clit, suckling on the little nub like it’s a little gem candy, pushing down on your thighs to stop you from closing your legs.

In between eating you out and fingering you, Taehyung looks up at Jimin, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “She’s clenching down so hard on my fingers. I wonder how it’ll feel when my cock is inside her.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” growls Jimin, spit flying. “You traitor.”

Taehyung chuckles. He then starts to push your butt up, your bottom half sticking up in the air as Taehyung gets to his knees. You are pushed against your shoulders as your own cunt gets into view, Taehyung spreading your folds wide and sticking his tongue in. Jimin pulls out from your mouth and vies for space, tilting his head to the side so he can kitten lick your clit. You’re a mess, moaning out both of their names, saliva drooling down your cheeks due to your position.

Taehyung leans back, switching back to using his finger. “Shall we rock paper scissors to see who goes first?”

Jimin glares at him. “We already agreed earlier.”

“She feels so warm and soft I want to feel her around me, Jiminie,” Taehyung whines sarcastically. He leans closer to Jimin. “Do you feel the same?”

Jimin grits his teeth. Angrily, he backs away and reaches over to the side table, rummaging through the drawer and pulling out a bottle of lube. Taehyung grins, easily catching the bottle as Jimin tosses it. He nods, saying, “Come over here.”

Jimin goes back to you as Taehyung lowers you back gently. You’re panting and heaving, dripping a collection of slick and saliva that drips down to the mattress. You watch Jimin settle in between your legs, running his hands down your thighs. He leans forward to give some attention to your nipples, flicking one side with his fingers and his tongue on the other. He makes sure to stick his butt up so that his cock doesn’t touch your wet pussy, something he does on purpose to egg you. It’s not long until he feels the coolness of the lube dripping down his crack, jolting forward in surprise.

“Stay still,” Taehyung says, quickly using his finger to gather the liquid around Jimin’s puckered hole. He gently massages it, easing Jimin to open up nice and wide. It doesn’t take long; Jimin’s well-trained and Taehyung’s a long-time trainer. “That’s it. Open up wide for me, Jimin-ah. Let me see your inside so I can stuff you full.”

Jimin lets out a low growl but he relaxes far enough for Taehyung to slip a third finger in, clenching around his friend and getting impatient. He says over his shoulder, “It’s fine. Just put it in already.”

Taehyung doesn’t need to be told twice. He pours a copious amount of lube onto his palm and lathers it onto his cock for good measure. He aligns himself and pushes in, grimacing at the tightness as Jimin moans in both pain and pleasure. Once Taehyung is down to the hilt, he stops, letting Jimin adjust. He helps Jimin manoeuvre into position at your entrance. He leans forward and pumps Jimin’s cock once, twice and then a third time before guiding it to your soaking cunt. He rubs Jimin’s cock around your entrance first, slicking it, before Jimin pushes in. You moan, arching your back and then realise that as Jimin is fucking you, Taehyung is fucking him from behind. It turns you on even more, making you flutter around Jimin’s girth.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jimin hisses, breathing in shallow breaths to control himself from coming early.

Taehyung giggles. “You can say the same about yourself, too.”

Jimin whines. “Shit, I feel so full, Taetae. It’s too much.”

“Shh,” Taehyung soothes, one hand massaging his sides. “I’ll move for us.”

Slowly, he eases himself out, the lube squelching as he does and Jimin shivers. Then in one swift push, he buries himself back inside, rocking Jimin against you, making his cock hit deep inside, just at the right spot. Taehyung repeats the same motion, hitting back deeper and more forcefully, eliciting moans from both you and Jimin. Then, he starts on a steady rhythm. Fapfapfap, coming from behind Jimin and Taehyung thinks how he’s fucking two people at once. You can feel Jimin twitch inside you but your growing hunger for release is starting to make the slight nudging not enough anymore. You want him to move, too. Need him to!

You grind up against Jimin a few times before he takes the hint. When he finally starts to move properly, Taehyung changes his rhythm so that when Jimin sinks into your pussy, he pulls out, and when Jimin eases up, he thrusts in. He doesn’t need to make any big moves, letting Jimin do most of the work; fucking you and then letting himself be fucked. It’s working well enough for Taehyung to peek over Jimin’s shoulder at the writhing, panting mess of you under the both of them. When Jimin picks up the pace, Taehyung only has to position himself correctly so Jimin can use him like a stationary dildo to get off.

“Fuck,” Jimin spat. “Fuck, Tae. I’m coming. Fuck. Shit. Fuck, your cock is so good.”

He pulls out of you in time to spill hot white cum all over your belly, Taehyung’s dick deep inside his ass. Jimin falls sideways, breathing heavily, eyes closed. Taehyung grins, tugging at his own member a few times, still hard as a rock. He nudges Jimin aside and looks at you. “Your turn, baby girl.”

Maybe it was the impatience, maybe it was the lust or maybe it was watching a naked beautiful man, his cock full on display and looking at you like you’re his first meal of the day, but whatever it was, it makes you scramble up and straddle Taehyung, attaching your lips against his. If he was surprised, he doesn’t show it, instead, putting a hand behind your head to push you closer and the other arm circling your waist to keep you in place, your throbbing pussy resting warmly against his cock.

You rub against him, whining into his mouth. Taehyung kneads on your breast, pushing down the outfit more so that your bunny lingerie is now more like a tube around your middle. Taehyung’s eyes sweep over you, taking in how erotic you look, with your outfit like that, the little pink fur around your wrists, the ruined stockings, and you so needy and desperate for him. His eyes zone in on the collar around your neck and his lips turn up into a smile. He hooks a finger through the ring in the collar that’s supposed to attach to a leash and pulls you roughly. “Come.”

He guides you over to the head of the bed where a sort of a strap or rope is attached to the wall. He uses that to connect to your collar, leashing you in place on all fours. “Be a good little kitten for me now and stay still.”

“People don’t leash cats,” Jimin mumbles with humour in his voice. He is still laying in the same spot, watching how your breasts dangle down. If he had the energy, he would have crawled over and suckled on those perky nipples, maybe even let you suck him off again. But now, he’ll enjoy the view as he watches Taehyung situates himself behind you, caressing your smooth ass with one hand. He smacks one side, open-palmed, once. “Higher,” he orders.

With his knees, he pushes your right leg wider and with his fingers, he rubs through your folds. He doesn’t need to prep you this time, aligning himself to your entrance before pushing in to the hilt in one swift motion. He builds up steady strokes, both hands hot on your waist. From the side, Jimin watches in wonder how fast and smooth Taehyung moves in and out of you. He can also see how your face is scrunched up, fists balling the sheets beneath you, your lips letting out different sounds every time. It’s turning him on again, enough to make him pull himself to sit against the headboard, playing with himself as he gets a front view of his friend fucking his favourite employee.

You squint your eyes open again to watch Jimin stroking himself as he watches you in turn. You can feel how deep Taehyung reaches, stretching you open with each hip thrust. You lower yourself onto your elbows, your ass sticking up for Taehyung as you lick a strip up Jimin’s length. He removes his hand and lets you do as you please, taking him into your mouth once again and he hums, closing his eyes as he enjoys your blowjob to the best of your ability, your movement slightly restricted by the leash.

Taehyung smirks. “Look at our little bitch, taking us in from both ends.”

Jimin runs a finger through your hair. “She’s doing so well.”

“I guess we both lost the bet, then,” Taehyung says, speeding up, feeling you get tighter and tighter to the point that he knows he’s close, too. “Fuck, baby girl. Your pussy is going to squeeze me dry.”

You don’t answer, can’t answer with your mouth full but you feel it, the low tightening in the pit of your stomach, your core throbbing. You want to come so bad that you use one hand to play with your clitoris. Taehyung notices but he can feel his own build up. “You’re playing with yourself? You’re fingering your little clit? That’s right, baby girl. I’m getting so close, too. I want you to come all over my cock like a good girl.”

Your finger works faster as you bob your head on Jimin’s member, flicking your tongue as you go to get him off a second time. He’s breathing hard, eyes closed, nose flared, twitching and leaking in your mouth that you know it won’t be long now just as the burning sensation twofold in between your legs. You moan against Jimin, a signal Taehyung understands by the slight wriggling of your butt, your pussy pulsating around him. It’s almost time.

Taehyung leans forward for purchase, ramming into you wildly as he chases his own high, eyes shut, grunting with every move. Your orgasm starts first, speaking around Jimin’s cock to let them know. Taehyung takes the cue, a few more thrusts and he unravels, too. At the sight of both you and Taehyung coming, it sparks Jimin’s release, filling your mouth and throat with hot, thick liquid the same way Taehyung spills inside you as you clench around him, riding your climax until your energy is spent, falling to the side to rest on Jimin’s thigh.

Your eyes slowly droop, falling asleep almost instantly.

***

You wake up slowly, eyes opening in fractions as you take in your surroundings, only subtly aware how sore your body is.

You don’t recognise the room and from the lights coming through the drawn curtains, you’re sure it’s morning. You stir, moving slightly to the left and freeze, noticing a lump under the blanket next to you. Fuck, you think, trying to recall last night. The blood drains from your face as you remember, gulping hard. That’s when you feel the presence on your other side and you turn to see another lump, turned towards you, head bent low so that you only see a mop of curly dark hair.

Scooting slightly to the other side, you manage to push down the blanket past your chest and that’s when you realise that you’re wearing a man’s T-shirt and your legs are bare. Wriggling quietly and as slowly as you can, you manage to get out of the blanket without disturbing the two friends. Jimin only stirs once before settling back to sleep, his hair relaxing into his eyes now that half of the hair wax from last night has been smeared all over the pillow. You’re a little surprised by how much younger he looks now in this vulnerable state. You tiptoe out of the room, peeking once to make sure the place is empty.

The apartment that was used for last night’s party still holds remnants of it happening. It’s not messy, surprisingly, but chairs and tables and champagne glasses are strewn all over. The food table is only half-empty and you even picked up a piece of cake and transferred it into your mouth. You walk past the throne Taehyung sat on last night, the black velvet of the seat looks stained with something you’re not sure if it’s champagne or bodily fluid. You find the door that connects to the next door apartment and go in to find your things and change back to your last night’s clothes.

Dressed and with your hair pulled back into a ponytail, you make your way to the front door and almost have a heart attack to find Taehyung sitting on the sofa, barefeet in a T-shirt and his pants from last night. “You scared me,” you say, your hand at your heart.

“Leaving so soon?”

You stare at him, wondering if he really wanted you to answer that. “My shift ended hours ago.”

He nods. “Right, of course.”

You wait for him to say something more but he’s quiet for a long time that you contemplate going on your way. Then, he speaks again. “You should resign. I’ll let Jimin know.”

You knit your eyebrows together. “Why?”

He regards you for a long time, eyes boring deep into you before shrugging. “Just do it. This job is not suitable for you.”

“I can decide that myself,” you reply, feeling annoyed.

“Look, just fucking quit, will you?” he stands up as he says it and you shrink back, taken aback by his suddenness. “Or I’ll tell Jimin to fire you instead.”

“You can’t do that!” you shout back, angry now. “What the hell is your problem? We don’t even know each other.”

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I can’t work with you, okay?”

“I don’t work for you,” you retort. “And I don’t have to work for your stupid parties again. But I won’t quit.”

“Fucking hell, you’re so stubborn!” he roars and you take a step back as he marches over to you. “Don’t you get it? You can’t work with JP anymore because I don’t want to have to see you working with him again!”

You stay silent, not truly understanding his motive but so hurt, mostly by his tone and not much by what he’s saying. There’s something about being shouted down that just makes your whole body freeze and your brain goes haywire. You feel your face crumpling but you fight back the tears. “I need the job,” you say through the strain in your throat. “I need the money. I’ll-” you sniffle, the tears pouring now, “I’ll tell Jimin I can’t do exclusive jobs anymore if that’s better.”

He doesn’t say a word but glares at you. You push past him before he can say anything else, running to the door and leaving, slamming the door behind you. You hurry to the elevator, punching the call button in quick succession. You catch a glimpse of yourself through the reflective surface and quickly look away, unable to face how pathetic you look right now with tears and snot staining your face.

The elevator dings and the door opens, revealing the actor, Kim Seokjin, with a coffee cup in one hand and a paper bag in the other. You run into the elevator just as he comes out, staring at you with concern in his eyes. You press the button to close the doors, not minding his presence at all until he puts a hand in between the closing doors. “You okay there?”

“No,” you snap. “Please, I need to go.” You press on the G button again but Seokjin doesn’t yield. He gives you a funny look before recognition lights up his eyes. “Wait, I know you. You’re that waitress at the wedding.” He looks around as if looking for something, then leans it to whisper, “Were you here at Taehyung’s party last night?”

You look at him and then register the casual wear he’s wearing; pink sweatpants and matching sweatshirt with socks and sandals. He lives here, you think. As if reading your mind, he says, “I live here, just on the other side.” He points to the opposite hallway to Taehyung's place. He raises the paper bag. “Want breakfast?”

“Get your hands off my girl, Seokjin.”

You both turn around to see Taehyung walking up in big strides, past a surprised Seokjin and into the elevator with you. He pries the other man’s hand off the door and presses the G button. Seokjin just laughs and waves as the door closes.

The ride down is a long one and you spend it pressing up against the opposite wall, away from Taehyung, facing forward, watching the numbers of the floors go down. Neither of you says anything until the elevator dings again and opens to the ground floor where the morning concierge looks up and smiles. “Good morning, Mr Kim.”

Taehyung nods at her, taking your hand and pulling you along with him. You try to resist but he has a death grip on you. You think about calling for help from the concierge but thought better of it, not wanting to humiliate yourself further. You follow him down to the basement and to his car. He opens the passenger side and literally throws you in. He gets in the driver side and locks the door, starting up the engine and driving off.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask, your voice timid, not wanting to rile him up more. He doesn’t answer, focused on driving. He drives on for a while, not saying a word until you recognise the neighbourhood of your residency. He pulls in the parking lot of your apartment this time but doesn’t unlock the door.

“Either you resign from the job or I will tell Jimin to fire you,” he says quietly, not looking at you but straight ahead. It’s seven on a Sunday morning so the place is still quiet, not a soul to be seen.

You try to reason with him. “I need the money.”

“Find another job, then.”

You turn towards him, teary-eyed. “But why? I don’t understand it. What did I do wrong? If it’s about last night then I won’t tell anyone. I signed the stupid-”

“The NDA doesn’t matter anymore,” he says. He finally turns to look at you and instead of the fury you saw earlier, his eyes are softer. “And you did nothing wrong. You just can’t work for him anymore.”

“But why?” you pleaded, your voice breaking.

He sighs again, looking down into his lap. “We only hire those not connected to our world. People who are out of the loop, no high connection whatsoever.”

You shake your head. “I don’t get it. I’m not from your world. I’m not fucking rich, my family is from a small town from here they barely have the money to come see me.”

You watch him take a deep breath, hands gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. “End of discussion, baby girl. Resign or be fired. You choose.”

“Don’t call me that,” you retort through gritted teeth, anger surging in. He wouldn’t reason with you, wouldn’t even explain anything but ordering you around.

He looks up at you, a devilish twinkle in his eyes. His hand shoots out so fast you barely had time to avoid him from cupping your face roughly. “Stop talking back to me and do as I say.” He let’s go and unlocks the car. “Get out. Go.”

You scramble to open the door, not wanting to be in his presence any longer and rushing to exit, running towards the front door of your apartment and entering, slamming the door without another look back. When you enter your apartment, you find Yuna sitting by the window, a piece of toast in his hand, looking down towards the parking lot at something. She doesn’t budge when she hears you come in and only turns to look when your bedroom door closes behind you.

She hears the crying but she doesn’t approach like she usually does. She looks back out the window, at the familiar car driving off, disgust on her face. Just then, her phone rings and she answers it in a voice that tells the caller clearly what mood she’s in. “I didn’t see you at all last night, Park. You better start explaining.”

***

It's Monday when you received the email informing you that, with a heavy heart, the company has received and approved of your resignation, a resignation you did not submit. Back pay will be transferred by the end of the week.

The next couple of weeks go by in a flash. Your last salary was a big sum of close to half a million, three quarters of it from the “exclusive event”, as they labelled it, but you haven’t touched a penny. The bank did call you to ask regarding the amount but one look at the payslip, they never asked any further questions, just a thank you and have a good day. It makes you wonder how far the reaches of your ex-employer go but you don’t bother to delve in deeper anymore, an incline telling you Kim Taehyung is also involved. Somehow, his contact has been erased from your phone and even Jodie doesn’t check in.

Yuna notices something is wrong with you but she skirts around the topic whenever you guys hang out, never questioning anything, not even when you tell her you are job-hunting again. The fact that she didn’t ask also makes you wonder if she knew but you dismiss the idea. How would she? When you got the job at the bookstore, Yuna just nodded but what she said somehow seems to worm under your skin: “That sounds much better.”

You’ve been working at the bookstore for close to four weeks now. The pay is meagre but the owner is a pleasant man who lives right above the place with his wife who sometimes cooks lunch for you. It’s a family-owned store but doing well enough as they sell and even rent books that are not easily attained in the area. You love it, actually enjoy being among the books and are sometimes put in charge when the man has errands to run. It feels good to be relied on.

It’s one of those days when you’re left alone at the store and since it’s midday, the place is also empty of any patrons. You’re stacking books onto the front display, arranging them neatly when you hear the doorbell rings to signal a customer. “Welcome to Nineteen-”

You stop mid sentence, staring at the man who just entered. “What are you doing here?”

Kim Taehyung removes his sunglasses, looking around the place. His hair is shorter now, swept back with a side part. His eyes land on you and he steps closer, his shoes loud on the linoleum floor. “I see you’re doing much better.”

You don’t answer. “What are you doing here?”

He stops just short of reaching you, taking out a folded piece of paper from the inside of his jacket pocket. He hands it over. “Here. For you.”

You take it and unfold it and begin to read quickly. You look up at him, frowning. “Is this some kind of a joke?”

He puts his hands into his pockets. “No. It’s not.”

You read again, your irritation building at the offer letter. “You’re offering me the same job that you told me to quit?”

“If you read carefully, it’s not the same,” he replies coolly.

“How is it not?” you ask, your voice raising a notch.

He sighs irritably. “Your last job is a server to whatever event you signed up for, you serve people there. This job is for you to work for me and only me.”

“To serve exclusively you?” you sputter. “At what event?”

He smiles lazily, looking like a snake that has cornered its prey. “You know I host a variety of events myself.”

You shake your head, thrusting the paper back to him. “No, thanks. I don’t want to be involved with you people anymore.”

He looks at the paper almost angrily before glancing back up at you. He takes one step forward and then another and another until he is close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheeks. “I don’t take no for an answer, baby girl. I want what I want and I always get it.” He tugs you forward by the waist, his hand gripping your side painfully hard.

“I thought you said you don’t work with people like me,” you say under your breath, keeping your voice steady and trying not to show any fear.

He rolls his eyes. “Fuck, still so stubborn.” He wrenches the paper back from your hand and crumples it, throwing it behind him. “Fine then. Don’t work for me.”

You stare at him, confused. You try to wriggle free. “Then let go of me.”

He doesn’t but pulls you closer so that your fronts press against each other. “Why would I? You’re mine.”

“Since when?!”

“Since that night,” he answers, his voice dropping low and deep that you pause, feeling the baritone shudder through your bones. You don’t dare meet his eyes. “What do you mean?”

He lightly tucks a hair behind your ear. “You know, Jimin is like my twin. We share everything together, even girls. But you,” he traces your jaw with one long finger. “I don’t want to share you. So I told you to quit because you’re mine,” he tilts your face up, “and mine alone.” His voice is taut, hardened with dominance. “So, I’ll make you an offer. Marry me and you don’t have to work a single day again, or…”

“Or what?” you hiss.

“Or you won’t ever have peace again,” he finishes simply. “I’ll make sure you won’t have a job, no one else will hire you, and who knows, maybe not even graduate. I can pull some strings.” Then his eyes soften and his tone changes. “But I don't want to have to go that far.” He lets go, stepping back and walking backwards back towards the door. He pushes open the door with his back, gesturing with his hands open wide. “The choice is yours, princess.”

He steps out, one hand still holding the door so he can let you hear his voice. “One week. Meet me at Seoul of Korea, that restaurant up on the hill, in one week. If you decide not to come, well, I’ve warned you. I always get what I want.”

You watch him leave, walking away whistling a tune to himself, bowing in acknowledgement as you see the owner walks past by him and greets, “Mr Kim? Long time no see!” You watch them talk a little, Taehyung glancing at you from over the owner’s shoulder as if to cement his earlier threats of making you lose your job. When they finish, he waves the older man goodbye and goes on his way.

The owner enters the bookstore, greeting you enthusiastically, going on to talk about his day. You’re still standing at the glass door, looking down the street as Taehyung becomes smaller and smaller. You’re only half-listening. “...very good with kids, too, that lad. My daughter is always talking about his nephew and-”

“He has a nephew?” you turn around to ask.

“Yeah, my daughter works at the kindergarten his nephew goes to,” he replies, busy behind the cash register. “Cute kid. Seems very close to Mr Kim, probably because his own dad is a busy man.”

You tune out the rest of his words, looking back out the door but Taehyung is no longer in view. You go back to your work, your mind whirring with the things he said earlier. The owner comes over. “So what did he buy?”

“Huh?”

“Mr Kim?” he repeats. “What did he buy?”

“Oh, no. Nothing,” you say. “He didn’t get anything.”

The owner nods. “Oh, okay. He’ll probably come back. I have the photography books he ordered from last month. We’ll see him again soon.”

You stay quiet, stacking the books one by one. Yeah, you think, you probably will.

:MASTERLIST:

[amozon28]

thinking about how the argument people use to excuse Ironwoods actions that “well team Rwby lied to ironwood and went behind his back and told Robyn about the communications tower”

and while yes these things happened i think they are coming at the issue from the wrong perspective. for team RWBY and co, it was never about following orders, or listening to Ozpin or even Qrow unquestioningly. it was always about working together towards an end goal. which means that teamates would disagree with each other about the best way to approach an objective. 

in v4 when Qrow tells them the truth, they make objections to his actions and disagree with the way things were done. in v5 when Weiss and Yang are told the whole truth, Yang says she will join them, not to follow Ozpin but to be with her sister. in v6 when they learn that Ozpin kept secrets from them and left them out of big decisions such as keeping Lionhearts treachery a secret they call him out. when Ozpin tells them not to ask Jinn a question they dont listen to him. when Qrow objects to jaunes plan Ruby outright tells him she doesnt care when he thinks because they are going to do the right thing no matter how risky it is. 

Team rwby have NEVER obeyed authority for the authorities sake, they have always pushed against it if they felt it was wrong. they work with authority never for it

and we see this again in v7, there are many instances where RWBY and co tell ironwood that Robyn seems like someone they should have as an ally, that shes an asset to their cause. Oscar, Yang, Nora, Jaune, Ruby, have all on separate occasions directly told Ironwood that he should at least talk to Robyn, and not ONCE does he say "you have a good point, ill do it” or “thats a good idea” it was always a definite NO. 

so when ironwood makes an order to arrest Robyn, team RWBY push against it. because they TRIED to work together with Ironwood they tried to reason with him. but he never even tried. team rwby treated ironwood as a teamate to a better goal they should work on together.

and see thats the WHOLE POINT of huntsmen, they are warriors that answer to no authority. they are independent contractors who fight for what they think is right. thats how huntsman work in every kingdom except Atlas that is.

This differs from how Ironwood sees RWBY and co. they were never teammates or allies. they were men under him. they answered to him, they are to act under his will. 

so when yang and blake tell Robyn, Ironwood sees it as a direct attack against his standing, his control, his authority “loyalty always matters”. but that was never the issue Rwby had. because they are loyal to no one and answer to no one. “were loyal to the people counting on us to save them” 

so the idea that RWBY betrayed Ironwood is flawed out of the gate. RWBY were acting as huntsmen, and Ironwood expected soldiers. 

[yengyangyo]

berry | k.s.w

pairings: kim sunwoo x female reader

genre: college au, friends to lovers

summary: you are in denial that you have a crush on your own friend, kim sunwoo until he made you confess your feelings.

word count: 1.9k

note: i wrote this on sunwoo's birthday. its quite late to post it cs i kept on postponing it sksksk but yea this was inspired by sunwoo's berry. enjoy reading! xo

-

you had sunwoo on your mind for days that you are lacking of sleep. it doesnt sit quite right for you to have this 'romantic' feelings for your bestfriend. meanwhile, sunwoo is not helping you to clear up your mind at all. he's just always there beside you no matter what.

he'd wait at the bus stop just to go to class together with you in the morning even when you're running late. lunch time together is a must unless one of you had other plans. both of you are just stuck together anywhere you go.

so for once, you thought it'd be a good plan to avoid him today. you woke up early that morning to get to class and you texted sunwoo that you had a discussion with your groupmates. this went on for a few days, you were making excuses everyday but sunwoo believed you.

until he couldnt take it anymore.

you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket and you saw sunwoo on the caller id. you were hesitating to pick it up until you felt someone grabbing your wrist from the back, turning you around.

"found ya!"

sunwoo appeared in front of you with the brightest smile. you couldn't help but to feel happy and welcomed by him that you started smiling unknowingly. you get back to your senses seconds later and avoided his eyes.

sunwoo knew something was wrong when he saw your expression fell. he glanced at your phone that kept ringing. he ended the call and your phone went off too.

"why arent you answering my calls? are you still busy?"

you couldnt stand seeing sunwoo looking all gloomy and upset. you felt bad for ignoring him so you tried making up excuses again.

"oh yea i was about to pick it up. sorry,"

sunwoo pouted and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. he's using his favourite perfume again today, you noticed. that scent happened to be your fav of him too. you felt weak and wanting to crawl into a hole or something.

"im craving chicken today. how about chicken and beer for dinner tonight?"

sunwoo turned his head at you, waiting for an answer. you looked up at him and his face was only inches away from you. you looked away, flustered. he had always been this way but only now you noticed how you felt about him which made it more awkward to be this close to him.

"i dont know, sunwoo. i'll have to check with my groupmates," you said, pretending to check your phone for your nonexistent messages.

"its friday come on. i havent hang out with you for days already," sunwoo whined and that made you laugh.

"alright but i get to choose where to eat,"

-

you chose the chicken restaurant near your neighbourhood where you both are regular customers there. the place was crowded with youngsters like the both of you, drunken with beer and chicken.

you were also getting tipsy from drinking. the first 30 minutes of the dinner went normal. asking how each other had been doing with the college life.

sunwoo sighed and rested his chin on his right palm. his eyes falters on you, searching for something. you looked away, feeling a bit burdened and transparent, because sunwoo knew you werent acting yourself these days.

"hey," he called you but you didnt answer and still avoiding the eye contact.

"hey look at me,"

you were startled at the warmth on both of your cheeks. sunwoo was cupping your cheeks to make you look at him straight in the eyes. you didnt know if this warmth was from his hand or from you blushing.

"what's wrong?" he asked. now his hand moved to yours, holding it tight. "you're avoiding me these days. do you think i didnt notice?"

silence fell between you two, just staring at each other. the guilt creeping up inside you and you didn't know where to start.

its the smallest gesture from him that create butterflies in your stomach.

that one time he opened the water bottle for you when he saw you struggling and saying that you're such a baby. his laughter filled the room when you frowned at the remark. you know how much he loves annoying you and in the end he always made you laugh too.

on rainy days, he'd always share the umbrella with you and keeping you close to him so you wouldnt get drenched. sometimes he'd gently rub your arm so you wouldn't get too cold.

sometimes he'd call you names like how boyfriend and girlfriend do, jokingly. though, you somewhat enjoyed it and played along. pretending to cringe but actually was flattered by him.

at this moment, your hand in his, eyes boring into each other, you just want to scream at him how much you love him.

you smiled in defeat and pulled back your hand.

"there were just so many thoughts going on my mind lately, sunwoo. im so sorry,"

he didn't question you any further and he nodded his head.

"whatever it is youre thinking, i just want you to know i'm always here for you,"

you smiled, this time sincerely at him.

"you always are sunwoo. i appreciate that,"

he smirked, "after all, i am the best that you got,"

you rolled your eyes and gave him your disgusted face.

"so are you gonna tell me what's bugging you?"

"i think i like someone. he's just always running round in my mind these days,"

you didnt know where the courage came from to blurt out that out of your mouth. sunwoo who was halfway shoving a piece of chicken in his mouth, stopped. he put it down and looked at you, doubting himself if he heard that right.

"i couldnt stop thinking about him. that pretty much explains that i like him right? or is it just my mind playing games with me?"

you swore you saw his face fell for a second but he went back to the usual sunwoo after that.

"does he know about your feelings?"

you shrugged, "nah. im still trying to find out what i really feel about him. should i tell him?"

sunwoo didnt say anything and chugged down his beer until its empty.

"yea why not," he answered simply. "he must be really lucky to have you,"

you laughed, "i havent done anything yet. there's a possibility that he'd reject me too anyway,"

its funny how you talk about this like its some stranger to sunwoo when you are talking about him. you felt light hearted a bit after letting that out.

"who'd reject you?" sunwoo said while playing with that piece of chicken, not looking at you anymore. "you're pretty and fun,"

you raised an eyebrow, wondering if you heard that right. he was still poking the chicken with his fork, eyes hazy and lips pouting.

"so you're not gonna tell me who is this guy you have a crush on?"

"you'll find out soon,"

-

sunwoo offered to walk you home though you kindly told him he didn't have to. he insisted and now you are walking beside him. he was suddenly quiet after the conversation you had with him.

"is that why you're avoiding me? because you have a crush on this guy?"

he asked, hands in his pockets, eyes looking forward. you looked at him, feeling a bit weirded out by his cold tone.

"no... okay maybe? i dont know. i just needed some time to myself,"

sunwoo fell quiet again for the rest of the walk home. when you reached the front gate of your house, you looked back at sunwoo. he looked like he was upset. you walked up to him and pat his side.

"hey thanks for walking me home. i'll tell you everything when i'm ready okay?"

sunwoo didnt say anything and you turned around to get out of that awkward moment.

"no i'll tell you everything right now okay? hear me out,"

you stopped in your tracks and facing him in confusion. he was pacing around, his hands are restless in his pockets.

"before you confess to him i guess i have to make a move on you first," sunwoo said, this time he raised his voice. "this is why people are saying we should always tell what we feel before we regret it and i dont want to regret it but i think im too late,"

you are worried at him. he looked like he was about to break down right in front of you. you wanted to comfort him but you didnt get what he's trying to say.

"sunwoo, i dont understand. what is it?"

sunwoo stopped pacing around and stopped directly in front of you. you swore you saw his eyes tearing up and you wanted to cry too. you thought, the alcohol has made both of you emotional.

"i like you,"

you both felt like the world is weighing down. it was as if the time has stopped for you two. you were staring at each other in disbelief.

"i know you like someone else and i shouldve told you sooner. i kept on putting back my feelings behind," sunwoo halted, gasping for air. "im too late now but i have to tell you this,"

"sunwoo-"

"i dont care who he is. but i want you to know that you deserve of love. you kept on telling yourself you dont deserve anyone. you know how badly i want to tell you that im here? i want to love you," sunwoo was practically shouting at this point. he sighed, "shit im already am in love with you,"

at those words, your tears came streaming down like crazy. you've never seen him cry but tonight he looked beautiful even when he's crying. you lurched forward and wrapped your arms around him. he buried his face in your neck and you felt his warm tears on your skin.

"im sorry. i just wanted to let that out after keeping it for so long. this is the worst timing huh?" he murmured under his breath.

you shook your head and laughed. you let go of the hug first and cupped his face in your hands. teary eyes staring at each other.

"sunwoo its you,"

"what?"

"i love you too,"

you closed the distance between the two of you, kissing him for the first time. that caught him off guard but then smiled in the kiss. it was sloppy but sunwoo is for sure leading you well at this. you both craved for this for a long time already. you were still crying of relief and touched by his confession.

"you should've told me before i start crying like an idiot," sunwoo looked down at you, smiling with his swollen eyes.

you laughed at him and you snuggled more into his embrace not wanting to let go too soon. you realized how much you miss him after those dreading days of ignoring him. he rested his chin on your head while gently patting you.

"im sorry ive been ignoring and denying my feelings for you,"

"its okay. thank god we actually like each other though," you both laughed at the same time and you havent felt this happy and giddy before.

"so i can actually call you my baby now?" sunwoo asked smirking at you playfully, knowing how much you hated it before.

"that's still cringy but sure, babe,"

[violettelueur]

RYŌMEN SUKUNA || LITTLE CAGED ARTIST

| featuring : ryomen sukuna ft. itadori yuji 

| warnings : mention of emotional abuse and murder as well as grammar errors

| form : imagine

| word count : 1691

| published : 22 december

| request : Hello, idk if your request are open but feel free to ignore, but just, imagine another reencarnation au (those imaginw of yours are my favourite) where the reader was a painter and Sukuna's personal favourite so he took her and kinda abused her psycologicaly to the point where she would just draw him and only him and he loved that, and in the future she's still an artist that draws Yuuji bc theyre friends but when she sees the tatoos she again draws Sukuna and he feels guilty for the way he treated her and her art in the pastIf It's angst i would apreciate but it's not really necesary

| barista’s notes : hi there~ i apologies for the extremely long wait for your coffee order but now it is there ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ right now it is nearly 5am in the morning and i have no idea why the hell i am awake, but oh well ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ  DONT WORRY THOUGH! after this, i am going to sleep and rest up since today it is Fushiguro Megumi’s and Kageyama Tobio’s birthday today ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ but other than that, i hope you enjoy your order of a cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and i hope you come back soon! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

“Sukuna….please leave me alone...leave the village alone, I beg of you please,” you whimpered to the man that was standing tall and proud with a sadistic smirk painted on his face, while you were on your knees tightly holding onto his large wrist - somewhat slightly covering the black ring marking - as if your weak physical strength could do anything to stop his raising them up and giving a rain upon hell to the people that was residing in the small town you lived in.

You have no idea how you had managed to catch the attention of the most feared curse to both humans and jujutsu sorcerers nor did you know how you managed to become acquainted with the man in front of you. All you knew right now was that the situation you were in at this current moment and time, was not ideal to anyone at all.

You were just a simple artist. A simple village girl artist that was blessed to be hired by the nobility and aristocracy to paint their family portraits with the finest colours that they would offer you, for you to be then paid so you could provide for your village. However, as luxurious as it sounded, you were in love with the idea of just placing a sharped piece of charcoal on a piece of paper or cloth you could find anywhere and sketch your heart designed.

“Leave you alone?” Sukuna questioned you in his deep voice, before slowly crouching down to become face to face with you. “I could never leave you alone, not when you have caught my attention with your craft little one,” Sukuna then stated, as he gently placed a hand on your cheek before using his thumb to caress the soft skin he was touching. 

Ever since Sukuna had caught sight of you delicately painting a portrait of a noblewoman with such care and gentleness, he couldn’t help but wonder how your hands were so carefully and how patient you were to make sure every stroke was perfect to your desire. Slowly, he began to wonder what it was like to be the subject of one's view. A subject that someone desired to recreate on a simple piece of paper. However, compared to his past sightings, you were the most talented as well as the most beautiful he had ever seen and once he was able to gain a clear view of the noble woman that you were illustration, he was surprised at how much detail you were able to encapture in your work and just like the noble woman’s reaction, they both were extremely happy with the result of the final product.

“How about this?” Sukuna suddenly asked, causing your head to suddenly shot up leading you to meet eye to eye with the King of Curses, “if you come with me and draw me and me only for the rest of time, I would leave this little village alone as well as the people residing in it. How does that sound, little one?”

‘Come with him? Where? Why? What’s going to happen to me?’

“If you don’t accept this deal, every single person here will die. Burned, stabbed, slashed, any way possible I can. Men, women and even little children’s lives will be gone, and it would be all your fault.”

‘My….fault? But-’

“You know I’m not a patient person little one, I might as well start my massacre while you take your time to think, it will be-”

“NO PLEASE! DON’T, YOU CAN TAKE ME, JUST LEAVE THE VILLAGE ALONE, PLEASE!” you screamed in desperation, as you tighten the grip of his wrist that was within your grasp to keep him down, as you didn’t want to risk him getting away from your sights for the safety and protection of the people  within the little town you had lived in since the day your life had started.

With a large cruel grin, Sukuna had somehow managed to pry his wrists free from your tense grip before sliding an arm under your knees as well as an arm around your body lifting you up in a bridal position, while you were just expressing a face of shock and fear, confused and fearful on what you had just accepted in exchange for your life. Where were you going? Was this the end? Were you going to die? How much longer have you had left?

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you, you’re too precious to be slaughtered little one,” Sukuna answered - as if he knew what you were thinking - before placing a ghostly kiss upon your temple leading you to freeze still, petrified on what he would do with you had moved a single inch.

This was your life now. 

A caged artist.

                                               ꕥ

Here you were, sitting on a wooden platform outside with a sharpened piece of charcoal that Sukuna had kindly given you, in order for you to sketch a portrait of him. The second you placed the charcoal upon the paper, Sukuna couldn’t help but stare at the light movements of your hand as you lightly stroke a few lines to create an outline before watching your hand suddenly pause, causing the King of Curses to switch his view from the sheet to you, only to find your look at him with such a frightened look.

“I’m sorry…..I shouldn’t look at you, should I? I apologise deeply,” you softly muttered before quickly turning back to the portrait that was right in front of you - you didn’t want to do anything wrong in his eyes, you knew he could go back on his words and harm the people that you cared about. However, it seemed like Sukuna didn’t care at all, he had managed to trap you into his life and had the power to demand you to draw him every time he would mention he could go back to your little village and burn it to the ground. He relished in the idea of being the subject of your attention.

This is what he wanted. 

His little caged artist.

                                               ꕥ

1000 years later and here you were. 

Here you were sketching a picture of your best-friend Itadori with a picture of him that you had managed to capture on your phone. Itadori first came into your life shortly after you had enrolled into Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Techincal College around the same time as your other classmate Kugisaki did. 

You have no idea what drew you into the boy with the pink hair, but something within you pulled you towards him causing the blooming and somewhat hilarious friendship to start, even causing Fushiguro and Kugisaki to wonder what was going on in your mind to somehow relate to the boy - yet, they didn’t mention their questions since they didn’t really think you knew the answer yourself, and they were correct.

However, as you continued to smoothly glide your pencil across the page, applying different pressures to construct some definitions as well as shadows within the photo you were copying from, you began to suddenly realise that you were starting to draw marking upon his portrait. Markings that were so familiar to the ones the person within him had.

Ever since that day at the Eishu Detention Centre, the sight of Sukuna standing in front of you with his shirt ripped off showcasing his black marking caused a trigger of unknown memories to suddenly flood into your mind, causing excruciating pain that was so unbearable, you thought you were going to pass out from the intense pressure, maybe as even close to dying from the immense pain.

From what you could even recall from the sudden flood of blurry images that appeared in your mind, there was a picture of you drawing with a piece of charcoal with the infamous King of Curses seating right beside you, watching you draw will whispering in your ear the threats that he would bombard you in order for you to make sure that you were only drawing him and him only.

Slowly but in a shaking manner, your drawing hand continued to sketch in Sukuna’s markings that would appear on Itadori’s body as you were somewhat extremely afraid of what the King of Curses could do to you if you didn’t - just how you left 1000 years ago.

Although unknown to you, your best-friend Itadori was standing right behind you, having a clear view of what was happening to you as well as the drawing right in front of him. Seeing your shaking figure with slow but clear teardrops landing on the sketch book as well as the drawing evolving from him to the curse residing inside of him, made him realise how damaging Sukuna was to not only him but also to the people around him. Carefully, Itadori placed a hand over your hand that held the pencil, causing you to flinch before finally noticing that it was your friend that was holding it and not the special grade curse.

Within his Innate Domain, Sukuna also had a clear view on what was happening to you and slowly but strangely began to feel something drop to his stomach with the feeling of his throat closing up at the sight of you slowly breaking down into a small state of insanity. This isn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want his beautiful little one to become lifeless and paranoid like you were now.

Even after 1000 years after your death, your incarnation was carrying the feeling of fear, despair and numbness that you were weighed upon the second you had given your life away to the King of Curses for the sake of your village. Even though you had more freedom then you did then, you still left trapped and lost within the metal cage that Sukuna had enclosed you in. Even with the small hint of guilt that was manifested within the cruel curse’s heart. 

You were trapped with no escape out.

You were trapped forever with no key to open the door that was clearly right in front of you.

Forever his little caged artist.

[willowbleedsonpaper]

Shattered (Part 2)

James Potter x Reader

Read the first part here!

W.C. : 8055... sorry (?)

Warnings: Blood, sadness, heartbreak, my english, I didn’t proof read, that it is 01:00 am. Idk, you tell me :)

A/N: I dont know if this is what you all requested, I hope you like it and that you enjoy it. Thank you so much for your patience, I know I’m a slow writer but we can blame my brain for getting distracted way to easily. I spent one hour looking for a song I listened to years ago in the middle of writing this, and that was just today. Again, thank you for your patience.

Likes, reblogs, comments and keyboard smashes are appreciated.

Sirius stayed back with a knot in his stomach, the anticipation he felt as he saw you and James walk out of the Gryffindor common room more than he could bear. You had led James with the hold of your hand, looking back at Sirius with a small smile before you disappeared from his sight. He knew what you were about to do. He knew and he fought every single nerve in his body to not follow the two of you, rocking on his feet as he awaited your arrival. 

His stomach dropped at the sight of James, walking back all alone. He raised his eyes over the people crowded at the entrance, waiting for your bright smile to meet his eyes, but you never arrived. James was all alone.

“Prongs.” he called his friend as he walked past them “Where are you going?” he held back from asking about you. It was clear you weren’t coming back.

James stopped at the stairs to the dorms, his hand supporting his weight on the wall “It’s been a long week.” he muttered, voice barely audible over all the fuzz “I’m going to bed.” he stated, never meeting his friends face as he kept his face low.

Sirius placed his cup down, walking over his friend who had gotten up the stairs. He called his name without a response, jumping the last steps towards their dorm “James!” he called once he catched up to him, placing his hand on his shoulder to stop him.

James jumped at the feeling of his hand, finally lifting his head. His cheeks were stained with tears, his lower lip trembling as he stared at Sirius “Not now, Pads.” he mumbled, taking his hand from his shoulder and letting it fall “Not now.”

Sirius froze there, not saying a word as James closed the door behind him. He had learned when to leave James alone, walking down the steps back to the common room with a defeated feeling in his chest. Your name popped in his head as he remembered his words to you.

I don’t think he’s pretending anymore. 

What had he done?

He never made it back to his group of friends, his cup long forgotten in one of the tables of the common room. He walked as fast as he could, ignoring the looks from students as his head turned at every possible spot you could be, his feet with a mind of its own as he ended up at the door of your dorm. 

His hand shook as he neared the door, the soft twist of the knob making his stomach wake with a thousand feelings, his palms sweaty as he pushed the door open. 

He called your name softly, heart beating fast inside his chest. His eyes adapted quickly to the darkness, moving wildly all over the room to find nothing. He was about to give up, pulling the door with him as he walked out when a flicker of light caught his eye. He frowned, going back inside looking for the source of the little light, the crunching sound of something under his weight making him stop instantly. He took a few steps back, the flicker blinding him once more as he crunched down and suddenly he saw it.  Sharp pieces of what looked like a mirror were scattered  all over the floor.

He stayed there for a second, the thud sound coming from the bathroom making him go there, his knuckles touching the wood as he placed his ear over the door. “Y/N?” he called again. Not getting a response, he opened the door, the light bright in comparison to the room. And there, sitting on the cold tiled floor, he saw you hugging your knees as you sobbed quietly.

“Oh, darling.” he muttered, kneeling to your side in a second.

Your grip around your legs tightened, turning to your side to avoid looking at him. You ignored his calls and questions, his soft voice making the knot on your throat tighter as you wanted nothing more than left yourself cry and scream. You wanted to scream the pain away.

“Just leave, Sirius.” you said in between sobs, hiding your face in the piece of clothing in your hands. 

But he couldn’t bring himself to leave you, his eyes widening in worry as he saw you crumble down again. Your sobs were loud once more as you angrily cleaned the tears from your face. His face fell on the one thing you clung onto, his heart falling down inside his chest as he recognized the fabric as the sweater James had gifted you. He didn’t know what to do, this was his fault! You told him not to give you hope and nevertheless you listened to his foolish advice. You went ahead and confessed everything to James. It was his fault you were in so much pain and he didn’t know how to make it better. He wasn’t sure he could. Sirius wasn’t good at this, he had never been in this position before. He couldn’t tell you it would be alright, that it would stop hurting at some point. He couldn’t give you advice because he knew that was his mistake in the first place. He could only do the one thing he knew worked for him, the thing James himself did for him. Be there for you.

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled, his hand going to hold your hand, the feeling of warmth making his heart stop. He immediately let go, holding his palm up to the light to see the red stains there, his face snapping at you as he went to the sink, grabbing a small towel from there as he rushed back to your side “Y/N, you’re bleeding.” he said hurriedly, clutching your hand against his and carefully tapping the soft fabric over your palm.

Your head snapped up instantly, finally turning to him as he held your hand, seeing the small cuts on your palms “I thought it stopped.” you told him, voice raspy as you sat straight. 

He shook his head, taking your other hand in his as he began cleaning that one too “You knew you were bleeding?” he asked.

You nodded your head “I-uh..I tripped while holding my mirror.” you lied “Stopped the fall with my hands but ended up falling over the broken mirror. I cleaned them before, I thought they had stopped bleeding.” you said with an apologetic look.

He gave you a questioning look but said nothing about it “Don’t they hurt?” he asked, the worry in his voice rising as he saw you shake your head “You felt them, right?” 

You shrugged your shoulders, letting him clean your palms. “I felt them, they don’t hurt.” you stated.

His movements slowed down considerably, the towel like a feather over your skin. He looked up at you through his lashes, your void eyes making him look away immediately. You stayed in silence for a long while, him noticing your wounded knees as well and doing careful work on them. 

Once he was done, he stayed there by your side. You didn’t have the energy to tell him to leave, to remind him that he was on the wrong side of this messy situation and that he belonged at his best friend’s side.

“You should go and get some rest, Sirius.” you said, not looking at him but in front of you, staring at the same spot you had been staring for a while now “It’s past midnight.”

He didn’t realize when he got back to the floor again, both of you sitting there like two defeated warriors. He certainly felt defeated, the prospect of the weeks ahead not giving him any hope. 

“They won’t notice I’m gone.” he said in a whisper. “The party is still going, your friends are still there too.”

You frowned, a dry chuckle leaving your throat “They’re hardly my friends, just good company and nice roommates.” you said, not giving it so much importance as you lifted your head from his shoulder, not realizing when you had leaned on him in the first place, and moved to sit in front of him, your legs crossed so the two could fit in the small space “You know for a fact they will be looking for you.” you said as firmly as you could muster “Did you tell anyone you were coming here?” 

He shook his head, his hair falling to the sides of his head when he looked down “I didn’t even know where I was going.” he admitted with a humorless laugh “I saw James alone and after I talked to him I went to look for you. I was about to leave when I saw…” his words trailed down, dying on the tip of his tongue as he remembered the broken mirror on the room. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, the mirror coming back to your head as the crashing sounds replayed in your memory over and over again. He caught you on your lie.

“How’ s James?” you asked in a whisper, not really knowing what you expected to  hear.

“He’s, I- I really don’t know.” he admitted “He went straight to bed and asked me to leave him alone.”

You nodded your head, moving your hair out of your face, taking a good look at Sirius for the first time that night. He looked more broken than you felt, his face was contorted in pain as he never met your eyes. “Sirius.” you called him with a soft smile, his eyes lifting to look at you “Why does it look like you’re the one with a broken heart?” you asked.

He remained silent  for a while,  studying your face as you waited for his answer “It’s my fault.” he murmured “You told me not to give you hope and that’s exactly what I did.”

Your smile turned into a sad one, playing with your hands and the little charm on the bracelet you wore “It’s not your fault I fell for him.” you told him “We made a deal and I knew why he was doing this. If anything, it’s James' fault for being so bloody charming.” you said with laugh, the single tear running down your cheek betraying you and the pang you felt in your chest. 

Sirius handed you a tissue, watching you clean your cheeks “Maybe there is no one to blame.” he said lightly “You can’t tell your heart how to feel, right? Not your fault.” he said, lifting a finger as he counted “I tried to help and it went awfully wrong.” you chuckled at his words, a second finger lifting as he sighed “And James can’t tell his heart how to feel either.” he dropped his hand, looking at you.

You nodded, pursing your lips but not disagreeing with him.  “Who are you and what did you do with Sirius?” you joked, watching him roll his eyes “When did you become so wise?” you asked and he shook his head.

“Like an hour ago.” he blurted, making the both of you laugh trutfully for the first time in the night. “I should probably go.” he said with a sigh, standing from the floor and helping you to your feet, you walked in silence to the door of your dorm. He stopped there, turning one last time as he gave you a quick hug, murmuring goodnight at the side of your head. 

He was a few stairs down when your fingers wandered back to the bracelet in your wrist, your eyes falling back as you held the small charm in between your fingers “Sirius!” you called him as you ran down the few steps he had taken, unfastening the chain and pulling it away. “Can you take this with you?” you asked him, holding it up for him to see “Please.”

He looked at it, his eyes moving from the bracelet and up to you. “What should I do with it?” he asked, opening his palm and you softly placed it over his hand, closing his hand in a fist. 

You lifted your eyes to his, hugging yourself as you shrugged “Whatever you want.” you said, letting your shoulders fall. He bit his lip, nodding his head and putting the bracelet inside his pocket. A sigh left you as you saw him “Thank you.” you whispered.

He smiled tightly at you, nodding his head in your way “Of course.” he said, leaving you and your dorm behind for the night.

“Sirius?” Remus’ voice echoed in the common room, the place a mess as he made quick work in cleaning the space. The sound of footsteps caught his attention, walking to the stairs with the hope of seeing him there only to find Peter “Anything?” he asked desperately.

Peter shook his head, the sigh that left Remus’ lips cut short “Remus, I think Sirius can wait.” Peter said urgently, getting a confused look from Remus “It’s James.” he pointed up to where their dorm.

Remus dropped the bag in his hand, doubtfully following Peter “What about James?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” He answered, signaling for Remus to follow as he jumped the last steps up, pushing the dorm open.

Remus walked inside, Peter close on his tail. He didn’t see anything weird at first, checking Sirius’s bed before his eyes fell on the empty bed beside it. He looked around, looking for his friend when Peter lifted his hand, pointing right to the window and the figure sitting there. 

“Prongs?” he called hesitantly, walking near until he was sitting next to him. When he got no answer he turned to Peter, the same Peter who just shook his face and pointed back at James with the shrug of his shoulders. Remus tilted his head, a sigh leaving his lips as he patted the place next to him for Peter to sit. “James.” he called firmly.

James only moved his head, resting his head on his knees as he hugged his legs. The sniffing sounds coming from him filling the room “I fucked up, Moony.” he muttered “I fucked up real bad.”

Remus wondered what he could be referring to, Peter looking between his two friends with the same confusion written all over his face. They weren’t left in the dark for long, James pouring his mind and heart out to his friends as they listened carefully. Not one thing was left unsaid, not the deal, the gifts he gave you, his initial plan to make Lily jealous, everything that happened that night, everything he didn’t understand. 

“You were pretending all this time?” asked Peter, voice shaky as he awaited for them to confirm he understood everything, but Remus’ look towards James made him stay in silence. 

If looks could kill, James would be dead. And if there was something worse after death he would be there as well. The silence was so thick, James felt like breathing became hard, swallowing the lump in his throat as he looked down at the floor, not having the courage to look his friend in the eye.

“You’re an idiot.” said Remus. Nothing else. He left the words settle in, not giving a further explanation as he saw the guilt stir inside James’s chest.

“I know Moony, but…”

“There is no but here. You already know you fucked up, you said it yourself.” he said, his voice awfully calm as his face screamed a thousand emotions no one could nor wanted to name. 

James felt the tears gathered in his eyes once again, holding Remus’ gaze with a shaky stance. He cursed under his breath, running his hands through his hair until he reached his face, hiding in the safety of his palms “I don’t know what to do.” he admitted, words muffled but clear to everyone in the room. 

The door opened before anyone could say anything, the three friends turned towards the sound as they watched Sirius walk inside. He was completely oblivious to his friends all gathered around James, his steps faltering once he met the eyes of all on him. 

“We looked for you everywhere.” said Peter with a nervous smile “You left the party early.”

Sirius opened his mouth, the words forming on his tongue and dying there.

“You went to see her.” James said, voice low as he met Sirius’s eyes “Didn’t you?”

Sirius turned his eyes away at the mention of you, walking to his bed and taking his jacket off. He moved slowly around the room, head low as he avoided the answers he knew he would have to give sooner or later.

Remus called his name, successfully making him snap out his trance.

“Yeah, I did.” he said, doubtful if he should go and sit with them or keep his distance. But once Peter and Remus moved to the sides and made some space for him to join he didn’t hesitate.  

“How is she?” James asked, leaning his body forward.

“Better now.” he said dryly, not knowing how to explain the state he found you in. Not knowing in what state he left you in.

“What do you mean better now?” asked James in confusion, a frown set deep in his face. 

Sirius shook his head “It would be better if you two talked.” he said.

Remus chuckled, looking down before he met the confusion of all his friends at the sudden sound leaving his lips “I can’t believe I’m saying this but he’s right.” he said, cocking his head in Sirius’s direction. 

They all laughed, the air turning lighter as their laughs died down. 

The subject wasn’t addressed for the rest of the night, all of them going to sleep a couple of hours later with their hearts heaving inside their chests. You had always been friends with the Marauders, more close with James, but still. They would be, in a way, losing a friend. They knew how you acted, how you thinked, you would keep your distance from them at all cost. 

This plagued the minds of everyone as they went to sleep, some successfully getting some sleep while others didn’t have the chance. 

Getting out of bed was easier than you thought it would be. The ticking of the clock making you open your eyes earlier than most days, there was no point in staying in bed. You went to the bathroom and followed your routine, getting changed for the day in your robes. 

Twenty minutes later you were making your way through the empty halls of the castle, taking your time in getting to the Great Hall for breakfast as you enjoyed the chill morning air blowing in your face. You nuzzled your face in your scarf, feeling the soft material against your skin when the faintest of smells caught your nose, making your feet slow down as you looked down to the scarf. The pit in your stomach grew as you realized it wasn’t your scarf, not really, but the one James gifted you. There was no telling them apart, they were exactly the same scarf, except for the fabric that still lingered with his scent. It was clear for you it was his scarf, but no one else could know, so you kept going like nothing happened. In a way, he would be with you the rest of the day.

The day was just like any other for anyone watching, for anyone paying the minimum of attention. You made the effort of not standing out, which was an easy task, keeping yourself surrounded by your housemates in meals and during classes. No one even questioned you, no one asked where you went the previous night when you left with James, why you didn’t return. For the outside world you were still with James. For them, the previous night never happened. 

You envied them, but at the same time you didn’t. You wanted the hurt to stop, but you didn’t regret telling James how you felt. You tried and he didn’t feel the same way. Now it was time to heal. Time for you to move on. 

Only thing was, James remained one of the most popular students at Hogwarts. He was James Potter, Transfiguration prodigy, Captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, known prankster and one of the Marauders. Everyone heard his name at least once a day and you weren’t the exception. Actually, you were far from being the exception, his name followed you everywhere you went. 

Two weeks had gone by and you had managed to successfully avoid him. Of course you saw him walk around the castle, your steps faltering at the sound of his voice, your eyes staring at him longer than you should, your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his  name, but you never  actually interacted with him, and for that you were grateful. You made sure you always were with someone by your side, you shared most of your classes with your best friend and in the ones you didn't’ you kept mostly to yourself, engaging with the professor and other students as you normally would. You went on with your life the way you did before James, before the deal. 

“Miss Y/LN.” Professor Mcgonagall called after class, your heart beating fast inside your chest as you slowly packed your things and walked to her desk, making time until everyone had walked out of the classroom.

“Professor.” you said, standing in front of her “Is there something wrong?” you asked, your voice surprisingly firm as you said it. 

“Oh, no.” she said, looking up at you through her glasses “On the contrary.” she pulled a parchment form beneath her desk, opening it for you to see. A sigh left your lips as you saw the list she showed you “Are you still looking for someone to tutor?” she asked, her smile widening as she said it.

You nodded your head, your excitement matching hers.

“In that case, I have the perfect candidate.” She said “It’s nothing complicated, he needs help in a few subjects and only for the upcoming exams if he wants to keep his position in the Quidditch team, and I have a feeling you will be happy to tutor him.”

“Really?” you asked, getting confused by her confidence in her choice “Who is it?”

She looked up at you, an amused smile playing on her lips “Potter, of course.” she said.

Your smile fell instantly and it didn’t go unnoticed by her, putting her parchment down as she focused on you “Is there something wrong?” she asked in concern.

You looked at her, smiling tightly “No. I mean, well… we’re not dating anymore.” you muttered the last words, sitting in the table behind you without a care if it was appropriate or not.

Just like yours, Professor Mcgonagall’s smile fell from her lips “Oh dear,” she said with a  sympathetic look on her face “Well it matters not if you are in a relationship with Potter or not, right now he is the only student who matches your schedule.” 

You knew what she meant. You started tutoring to get higher grades in your classes, you needed that extra, heartbroken or not.

“Of course,” you said, accepting the papers from her and reading quickly over her neat handwriting “Fridays at the library.” you said, Professor Mcgonagall nodding in approval as you went through the details.

Not five minutes later you were walking out of her classroom, papers in hand and your spirit lost once more. Why must fate be so cruel? 

James walked the halls of Hogwarts inside his own head. Friends waved in his way, professors called his name, people told him to watch where he was going. He waved back by pure memory muscle, not even noticing who he was waving back to; he hid inside his shell and ignored the words of his professors, words going in one ear and out through the other; he didn’t even stood for himself against others, muttering a low apology as he kept on his way. He was living on automatic. 

Friday evening, the clouds rolled on the sky as the sun started to set in the horizon, making the day darker and darker as he made his way to the library, the place with just enough light from the candles to walk around. He wanted to be somewhat prepared for the session with his tutor. He was supposed to meet with his tutor for the first time that day, Professor Mcgonagall giving him the details earlier that day, with a hard look on her face as she said he should be lucky to have the tutor she chose for him, but never actually giving their name. 

He needed this, he needed to keep up with his grades if he wanted to play quidditch, not even stay captain, just so they would let him play. 

For the past two weeks, Quidditch and his friends were the only thing keeping him at float, the only things that prevented him from sinking in the guilt he could feel around him, slowly reaching his neck, barely keeping his head out. He couldn’t afford to lose one of those things. 

He sat at the table farthest inside at the library, the book about the subjects he needed help the most open in a line in front of him. The words never settled as he read over and over the same page. He grunted, pushing the book away as the ones beside it fell to the ground. 

“What did the books ever do to you?” his face snapped up at the voice, meeting red hair and a bright smile. Lily placed the books back on the table, slowly taking the chair in front of him.

He raised an eyebrow, the sinking feeling in his chest lifting the slightest as Lily sat there with him “Are you my tutor?” he asked suspiciously.

Lily scoffed, looking at him before she rolled his eyes, shaking her head and resting her back against the chair “I have enough work with my classes as it is.” she said, looking over all the books he had gathered.

“Here I thought you were looking to spend more time with me.” he smirked, smiling but the facade falling as quickly as it appeared. He couldn’t even act like he once did.

She smiled, looking up at him in confusion “Aren’t you and Y/N dating?” she asked.

And then it dawned on him, they never officially broke up. No one knew what happened that night, not even he was sure what happened. “Yeah,” he muttered, head low as he scratched the back of his neck “Not anymore.” he added, looking up to see Lily’s reaction.

She raised her eyebrows, leaning back and crossing her arms over her chest “Thats’ a shame.” she said, taking James by surprise “You were almost tolerable when you two started dating.”

“What?” he blurted out.

“That’s why I’m here.” she explained, and James gave her a dirty look, earning a chuckle from her “You didn’t think I was here for you, did you?” he muttered a No under his breath, the smile on Lily’s face growing but she said nothing about it “I’ve been looking for her all over the castle, I just can’t find her.” she explained.

“Why are you looking for her?” he asked, his voice suddenly flat as all emotion was drained from him.

She chose to ignore it, sensing the change in his mood as soon as he mentioned her “You know, it’s not important.” she brushed it off, taking her bag from the floor “I’ll find her by myself later.”

She said her goodbyes, starting to walk when his hand grasped her wrist “Lily.” he said, her eyes never meeting his. “Why are you looking for YN?” he asked again, never letting go of her wrist. Lily had a hard look on her, shaking his hand out of his grasp, lifting her head as her eyes softened.  

“Y/N.” she breathed out, James' face turning into one of confusion until a sense he found himself missing every day for the past two weeks filled him once more. 

You smiled tightly, hand over the handle of your bag as your eyes moved up from where their hands were second ago. Looking immediately at Lily with a more warmer smile.

“Hi, Lily.” you greeted her, not once meeting James’ eyes “I can come back later, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” 

“Not at all,” she said, her body acting by itself as it leaned forward to talk but the words never appeared, her sudden burst  of energy dying down as she looked down at James. Her face fell but she covered it up quickly with a smile, reaching for her bag on the chair “I was just leaving, I’ll see you both around.” She bid her goodbyes and walked away. 

You followed her with your eyes, until her red hair disappeared in between the shelves.

“I guess you are my tutor.” James broke the silence and you finally looked at him, the pit in your stomach growing. You took the chair where Lily sat before, nodding your head at him “Y/N, I…”

“I am,” you confirmed, taking the chair where Lily sat before “I thought we could start with Herbology, since it’s your worst subject.” you said, cutting him short “I thought we could leave Charms and Transfiguration for last, you’re good at those and you’ll need little to no help.”

“Right.” he muttered, leaning back when you moved away from him. Taking a little too long in getting your notes, practically burying your face in your bag. 

The session was long, meeting once a week having its burden but one you were ready to carry. You had to help him with most of the subjects, but he was clever and you already knew how to teach him. He was doing most of the talking, asking questions when he got stuck in something. You wanted to smile, a soft smile forming but holding it back as you looked down at him. He was really clever, but he doubted himself, most of the session based on his questions to ensure he had the right point or idea. 

 “It’s getting late.” James said, closing his book softly as he stretched his arms over his head, a yawn escaping him as he pressed his eyes shut. He returned his eyes to you, your own gaze lost on some spot behind him “Y/N?” he asked, waving a hand before you. 

“Huh?” you asked softly, your eyes taking a little longer to snap back to reality, immediately falling to the now empty table “Right.” you muttered, grabbing your things and shoving them down your bag.

“Hey, Y/N.” said James, lowering his head to meet your eyes “I think we need to…”

You didn’t let him finish “I’ll see you next Friday. If you need anymore help, just find me and we can arrange something.” you repeated the speech you had been going over in your head long before you arrived at the library, watching him nod you breathe out in relief “Goodnight.” you said, walking past him and out of the library, everything James wanted to say left hanging in the air. 

“Hello, stranger.” you slowly raised your head, your blank look softening as you moved your things to the side. 

“What are you doing here Sirius?” you asked with amusement, turning to the side towards his usual spot, Remus and Peter deep in conversation to even  notice your eyes on them.

He scoffed, taking the seat with an offended look “Two weeks.” he said, palm hitting the table with each word “Two weeks since we last talked and you ask what am I doing here?”

You shrugged, making a face as you lowered your head “I’ve been here all the time.” you said back “Besides, we’ve gone longer without exchanging a word and the world it’s still spinning.”

“Glad to see you missed me.” he muttered, grabbing pieces of fruit from your plate despite you slapping his hand away “Stop doing that, I’m stealing your food anyway.” he hissed, stretching his hand when you took your plate away from him. 

You gave up in the end, giving him the plate which he took with a smile “I’m going to class now.” you said, watching him nod “Do you need anything?” you asked him, grabbing your bag and standing, Sirius doing the same and following your steps.

“I’ll walk with you.” he said, grabbing one last piece of apple and walking with you. 

You didn’t fight him, walking out of the Great Hall and turning right only to be tugged the opposite way. You complained but it was of no use, your hands pointing back as Sirius led you, his grip on your shoulders difficult to fight. “You do know the way to dungeons is the opposite of where we are going, right?”

“Of course.” he said, satisfied enough with your path, he let go of you and walked by your side. 

“Just making sure.” you murmured, watching him as he walked peacefully “Sirius.” you called “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” he said too quickly, the raise of your eyebrow making nothing to break him. “It’s nothing, I swear!” 

“Right.” you laughed, shaking your head. 

The walk, even though long, was enjoyable. You actually had missed Sirius, you missed them all. One month of having all your meals and spending all your free time with the Marauders was enough to make you miss it like it was your home. You missed the laughs, Sirius jokes and shameless flirting, you missed the blush rising up Remus’ neck at Sirius flirting, you missed having a serious and yet fun conversation with Remus about anything that came to mind, his wise words and sharp mind; you missed Peter, his sense of humour and never ending source of snacks, you missed sharing your food with him and sneaking them into class. You didn’t realize how much you missed them until Sirius told you all about them and how they were. 

“You know you can always join us.” he said, the sad smile forming in your lips making him nudge your side with his elbow “I’m Sirius.” he said, wiggling his eyebrows as he walked backwards, entering the classroom with a smirk “No one is stopping you but yourself.” he said, walking to his seat next to James. 

All consideration about sitting with them dying as soon as you met his eyes, holding your gaze for a second as he eyed you. His eyes moved away, the smile returning to his face but not completely, it didn't reach his eyes like it had before he saw you. 

The pit in your stomach grew, letting your body fall to your chair as you dropped your bag on the floor. You sighed heavily, holding your head in your hands and waiting for the class to start. It was bound to be a long week.

“You can’t keep doing that.” Remus said that night in their common room.

“Do what?” Sirius asked, his eyes never meeting Remus’ as he threw the caramel in his hand at Peter, who catched it from the opposite side of the couch with a triumphant smile. Sirius threw a fist in the air, turning to Remus when he felt his glare on him “Use your words, Moony.”

“You have to stop taking Y/N’s attention away from James every time he’s with Lily.” he said, backing away as Sirius shushed him. “It’s friday, he’s with his tutor.” he reminded him, his body visibly relaxing as he flopped down on the couch.

“I’ll do it as long as I can.” Sirius said in a whisper “And you’re no one to talk, Mr. Glares.” he mocked, his eyes hardening in an attempt to mimic Remus’ look. Even Peter laughed at that, covering his mouth when Remus shot yet another glare at him. 

“What is that even supposed to mean?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Oh, please. Don’t tell me you don’t feel how your face brings winter upon us every time you see James with Evans”

“That’s what upsets you?” Sirius asked in disbelief “Not that they’re both heartbroken?”  

“They knew what they were doing from the beginning. It 's sad? Yes, but…” he paused, shaking his head “I just want James and Y/N being friends again.”

“Or more.” Peter mumbled, making both Sirius and Remus groan as they stared at him. “No.” they said in unison. 

 James sat at the library, head buried deep in a book. His hand fumbled in the inside of his pocket, the soft clicking of metal sounding over the soft murmurs of the many voices at the library. He looked up at the clock again, you were rarely late. He got up, walking through all the shelves and checking every other table. You were nowhere to be found.

He sat down with a sigh again, reading over the notes and all the questions he had over the week about his assignments. He considered looking for you, taking you up on your offer to arrange something else, but Lily stopped him on his way looking for you. 

He saw you walk out of your classroom, talking with some of your friends as you made your way to your next class. He spent most of the previous night working on his essay but for every question he found the answer for he came up with three more. In the end, he gave up and waited to talk to you in the morning. Following close, he avoided all the people in his way as he jogged up to your group, coming to halt a few feet from you when he heard his name being called. He turned, watching Lily walk up to him. 

He stepped back, meeting her in the middle “Evans.” he said, smiling in her way. His eyes glanced at you, finding you already looking at him. Your eyes moved away from him, head low as you and your friends walked away. James sighed, focusing on Lily in front of him “What is it?” he asked, leaning in the wall behind him.

“Remember the other day I was looking for Y/N?” she asked, fumbling inside her bag as he hummed in response “Well, I found something of hers. I believe you gave it to her.” she said, pulling from her bag a thin silver chain, the small charm hanging from the end. 

James watched the bracelet with sadness, taking it from Lily’s hand “Where did you find it?” he asked, the coldness of the chain in his hand making his heart drop. 

“The tree by the Lake.” she answered  “I was going to give it back to her but then you said you weren’t together anymore. She showed it to me, you know? Well, everyone actually.  She was so happy she showed it to everyone at our table.” she chuckled.

“Right” he said, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried and failed to remember that specific time. You told him all about your attempts to annoy Lily. Then it hit him, you weren’t pretending.

“Anyway, I thought better give it back to you.” Lily said, walking a few steps and then stopping “You know? Whatever happened between you two, I’m sure you can work it out. You looked happy together, both of you.” and with that she left, Marlene waited for her at the end of the hall as they disappeared in the distance together.

He didn’t want to bother you anymore, getting rid of the bracelet he gave you clue enough to know you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. He blinked fast, his vision blurry for a second as one tear fell down his cheek. Why was it so hard?

You were friends! You were one of his best friends. He trusted you and that’s why he asked for your help, you knew him better than most, you were used to being together, so what changed?  You had kissed before your deal, held hands, hugged, every couple thing you did you had done before. Why was he asking himself what changed? He didn’t like you in that way, he told you so. Or did he? 

“I’m so sorry.” your voice snapped him out of his trance, his eyes sad as he stared at you. Your hair was messy, one of your biggest and comfiest sweaters thrown over your head in a last minute manner, the scarf around your neck coming undone as you flopped won the chair. “Jamie?” you asked at his tranced state, his eyes snapping up at yours. You called him Jamie. “You okay?”

He felt all the color drain from his face, a bucket of cold water thrown in his face as he stared at you. When was the last time you had called him Jamie? When was the last time that you two had sat down and just chatted about life, that you made sure he paid attention in class and he made you get out of your room? When was the last time he heard you laugh, yell or muttered under your breath? 

“James.” you called again, his eyes focusing on you before he jumped from his chair and left. 

You were tempted to call him, but Madame Pince was giving you a dirty look already. You stumbled to your feet, gathering yours and James’ things as you ran out and after him. 

He was walking aimlessly, his entire body and mind panicking. He could hear you calling his name, your hurried footsteps sounding closer and closer as he ran down the stairs, walking outside into the courtyard as the cold air hit his face. 

“James,” you gasped, joggin all the way to the fountain to drop your things there. He was pacing, breathing short and rapid as he looked everywhere but to you. “James!” you called louder, getting no response from him “Hey, hey!” you said, grasping his shoulders “Talk to me.”

He took several deep breaths, holding your gaze and realizing he hadn’t looked at you, actually looked at you in the eye for far too long. “I’m an idiot.”

You frowned, your face contorted in confusion as you let your hands fall from him “Am I supposed to deny it?” you asked “‘Cause we both know I can’t.” 

He chuckled “You still joke.” he said with a smile, running a hand through his hair as he turned his back to you. 

“I still joke.” you repeated under your breath, looking at him “What is that even supposed to mean?”

If someone told you what was about to happen next you would have never believed them. No one, not in a million years could have prepared you. 

“All this time I took you for granted. Thinking you were my friend, that this was supposed to be the way friendship works with you. I always knew it was different, never felt like Pads or Moony, but I took it because you were a girl.” he let out a breathy laugh, turning to look at you “Never felt like it did with Lily.” he muttered.

You hugged yourself, avoiding his eyes as you looked down “I get it, we’re friends.” you said in a whisper “You made that clear.”

“No, you don’t get it.” he said, making you roll your eyes tiredly, sitting in the brim of the fountain “I took you for granted.”

“I heard you the first time.” you said bitterly, looking at him with the same bitterness in your eyes “Look, James. I can’t be your friend anymore. I just can’t.”

“I don’t want you to be my friend.” he said, and you swore your heart shattered again. Lowering your face to avoid him seeing the tears gathering in your eyes, you wanted to say something Gee, thanks or That makes two of us but you didn’t trust your voice to say that without cracking. 

“I never knew what love felt like until you went away.” he said, your heart stopping inside your chest.

“What?” you asked, voice trembling as you lifted your eyes.

“I’m so sorry.” he sat down in front of you, eyes wandering to your hands as he hesitantly took one in the warmth of his “I hurt you because I’m an idiot and you deserve so much better, so much better than an oblivious fool who doesn’t know what he has until he loses it.”

You tried to make sense of all the things he was saying but nothing made sense. “James...I-I”

“I love you too.” he blurted out, watching your every move, every twitch, anything that could give him an answer.

“No.” you said suddenly “You were pretending, remember?” 

 “That we were together.” he explained “But I’ve always cared about you, everything I did was because I wanted to. And yes, maybe Lily was there but I would’ve done it anyway, all of it.” his voice lowered considerably, watching you in your frozen state “I liked Lily because of the chase but I love you because it’s all I’ve ever known with you.  I didn’t even know, everyone else did but not me. Two weeks of not being with you, not listening to your laugh, your jokes and your yells. I’ve missed the way we just exist together, going out and having fun. I missed playing with your hair, and you getting mad because I get it all tangled, I miss going to honeydukes and watching your eyes go wide as you don't know what to pick. I miss hugging you after a Quidditch match or after a long day.” he sighed, out of breath “I just miss you.”

You let the words settle in, processing every word and every thought as you stared at him in a blank state. 

“I know I hurt you. I don’t want you to forgive me just because of all I’ve said but please, just please don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” you said in a low voice “I never did.”

“You didn’t?” he asked in disbelief, and you shook your head. 

“I could never.” you told him with the smallest smile. You looked up, the stars shining in the sky as you let out a breathy laugh “Come here.” you muttered, opening your arms as he practically jumped to you, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly. Your arms hugged him, going over his neck as you sat closer than ever. One of your hands raised to the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair as you turned your face, placing a soft kiss in his cheek. 

You don't know how long you stayed in each other's arms, at some point your head nuzzled in the crook of his neck as he held you close. The cold air hitting your faces.

“You kept my scarf.” he said, you tried to deny it as he smiled “It’s mine.” he picked up the end, showing you some loose threads and worn fabric “I recognize it.” he said. His eyebrows raised, letting go of your hand and reaching to his pocket. He moved back slightly, pulling the silver bracelet and holding it up for you to see “I believe this is yours.” he said.

“Sirius gave it to you?” you asked, his hand coming around your wrist and placing it over his lap.

“Sirius?” he asked, fastening the bracelet around your wrist “Lily found it.”

“Lily?” you asked, clearly both in confusion with the mix of names “I asked Sirius to take it.”

“And apparently she found it.” he said, holding your hand in his “Are you sure you don’t hate me?” he asked again.

“I don’t know, do people who hate each other do this?” you asked, your thumb brushing along his cheekbone, leaning in slowly and capturing his lips in a slow kiss. He moved closer, both of his hands cupping your face as he deepened the kiss, the smile that grew in his lips mirroring yours. He slowly broke the kiss, eyes closed as his forehead rested against yours. He opened his eyes and met yours, shining with bliss as his smile grew wider. 

Your heart no longer felt shattered. 

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P.S. At the end, the rest of the Marauders were watching James and the reader from one of the towers, they were so anxious that at some point Sirius yelled KISS HER YOU FOOL! and that he did. Their cheers could be heard all over Hogwarts. 

[introloves]

idk what this is! but have it anyway :3

— mutual masturbation + pining + friends to lovers + male masturbation + male p.o.v + omg they were roommatesss trope once again + feelings of guilt + hand job + aone masturbates to the thought of you <3 + mentions of unrequited feelings (or so he thinks >:)) + f! reader

— word count ; approx 1.9k

aone doesn’t know how his thoughts always trace back to you.

when he’s alone, you’re always on his mind. it’s curiosity, he thinks to himself, you’re such good friends that it’s all curiosity, it’s natural to wonder what your friend is doing late at night. wondering if you’re content and asleep.

but friends dont think of eachother in the way aone thinks about you.

— when he’s alone, he thinks of your body, your lips, he thinks of how your small hands would look wrapped around his dick.

it’s all he can do, he’s too shy to do anything about the way you make him feel. so he sits by himself, and wonders, he dreams about you.

he wonders if you touch yourself.

it’s dirty and disgusting of him to think about you that way, but it’s a secret he’s harbored for a long time.

he wonders how you would feel under him, he wonders what your pussy looks like, he wonders what it’s heat would feel like, sucking his cock in deep.

you have him wrapped around your finger and you don’t even know, you don’t know how much he wants to stuff you full with his cum.

it’s a secret he swears he’ll carry forever, it’s never going to leave the confines of his room or head, but it’s not all unbridled lust that as him attracted to you.

its your laugh, the way you look when you’re fighting off futakuchi for saying something, or how shy you look when you’re looking up at him, lips curled up in a smile, your hand coming up to brush a stray hair from your face.

once again he focuses on your hand, he wonders if your short little fingers are enough to bring you any pleasure when you’re alone. he knows that his fingers could do so much better, he wants to stuff you full with just them, prepping you for a cock he knows is almost monsterous in size, but in his fantasies you’re begging for even more of him.

it’s all too much for aone, he’s dizzy when he blinks and sees his cock in his hand. he’s embarrassingly hard. against his pale skin, the throbbing of blood in his cock paints a painful hue of red and almost purple splotches all over it, the angry colors concentrate on his head that’s weeping with precum.

this happens every night, somehow his thoughts loop back to you and then he’s fucking his fist, biting back moans because even though you’re his friend... you’re also his roommate...

maybe that’s why you’re always on his mind, living in such close proximity with someone, it’s bound to happen, right?

he wants to laugh because he knows the answer to that.

there’s guilt etched in the very being that he is when he’s panting your name, shaping your name into the night.

he shivers at a particularly nice pull of his fist over himself, the build up is fast, he knows that with every slap of his palm against his pelvis, the higher the chance of you to catch him like this.

it’s thrilling, the idea of you walking into his room, to ask him... something, anything, and seeing how he’s leaning against the headboard, thighs splayed out, almost glistening with the moonlight.

he likes thinking that you’d clench at the sight of him, hands reaching down to tug that oversized shirt you wear to bed down, covering those tiny shorts that he loves- lusts over. he wants to pull those to the side and have a peak at what’s underneath.

his hips cant up at the thought, he hisses out into the stagnant air. he cant stop the rumbling of his groans as he lets your name tumble past, louder than intended.

he stops everything to listen, making sure you haven’t woken up, or heard the way his bed was groaning at the thrusts of his hips.

he swallows tensely, a hand coming up to run through his short hair.

aones so caught up with himself that doesn’t hear the soft padding of your feet walking towards his door.

you’re still warm with sleep, but after hearing the soft noises coming from his room, you rub the drowsiness out of your eyes and make your way to him, checking to see if he’s okay.

your pulse quickens as you reach it, the only light that’s present is the one filtering in from the moon, everything else is doused in a pitch black.

if he’s hurt then you’re screwed, having someone like him as a roommate makes you feel secure, he’s like a never ending beacon of safety and you’re not sure what else could be the cause of what sounds like pained gasping.

you reach out and push the already ajar door open slightly.

your eyes widen immediately, hand coming up to cup your gasping mouth.

you should turn away, you should close your eyes, you should do something other than just standing there gawking. but that shock turns into something hot and heavy, it’s almost suffocating in how much it turns you on, seeing aone like that.

his head is thrown back, thick neck prominent with veins and you can see he’s sweating. you look down to where his hand is pumping himself roughly, it looks like it hurts, looks like he’s doing that with the sole intent to cum, and not to enjoy it.

you’re almost panting, seeing him like this for the first time, you have a white-knuckled grip on your shirt, while your hand is still clamped firmly around your mouth, the only time you move your eyes from his dick is when you notice his movements have stopped.

your eyes flutter back to his face, and you nearly trip backwards when you make eye contact with him.

he looks like he’s ready to run, his expression mirrors your own, he can’t think of anything other than the pure mortification of you seeing him.

this is all so wrong, this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen- no, it was never supposed to happen. he was going to keep to himself and let you go.

there’s an error between his mind and actions, he thinks that he should cover up and immediately offer you his apologies, explain to you that he gets a wild need at night, nothing more.

but finally seeing you and not the you he’s created in his head gives his cock a twitch, it’s embarrassing how violent it is, the pulse of him watching you. he squeezes, hard, to keep from cumming. his upper body coming forward, in a feeble attempt to shield himself from you, and the only thing he can do is spit out a,

“sorry.”

it’s a pathetic rumble of words, aone should be offering himself to you, no wait- begging for you to turn around and leave, but in that moment it’s all he can do, so dangerously close.

it’s all been a crazy night, because when you step closer to him, he can hardly believe it.

you’re soft when you finally make his way to him, a hand just barely there- but warm against the milky skin on his back.

your knee is right next to him, he realizes, gulping when the weight of you is transferred onto his bed.

you’re right there, he can feel your body heat, it’s so nice.

he doesn’t know what to do when you finally break the heavy silence.

“i can help you.”

it’s nothing more than a whisper, words that hold more weight than they should, and yet you offer yourself to him.

it gets him to look at you, those intense eyes that you know so well look so pleading. in favor to save the jumping of your heart at the way he looks at you, you look down at the heavy dick still hard in his hand.

“can i touch you.” you inquire, still not brave enough to say it louder than just a small whisper.

he’s almost ashamed to admit the fact that you’d be the first, it builds already on the weight of his turmoil thus far.

but aone knows he wants it.

he keeps his eyes on you, letting them roam your body and how you’re really, actually here with him, looking at him with hungry eyes.

he moves his hand, and he’s so hard that his dick doesn’t fall.

he hates how eager he is to have you actually touch him, hates how well the picture of you touching him matches with the real you, just like in his head, your fingers barely touch eachother while you take him in your small hand.

he’s wet already, even wetter with the beads of precum that are rolling down his shaft, it makes your job easy.

“do you do this every night?” you ask, thighs clamping together because the weight of him feels so good in your hand, he’s so big.

he nods, sucking in breath after breath while you twist your hand over his swollen head.

he didn’t even do that, he didn’t know touching himself like that would feel so good.

he’s so receptive, so good in how you can feel the small rocking of his hips up into your hand.

it makes you travel on of your own into your sleeping shorts.

the sound of your fingers slipping messily over your obviously wet pussy has aone staring. he looks, looks at your hand and the movement underneath your covering.

he swears at that, there’s a loud ringing in his ears while you pump him.

“what do you think about?” your voice is wrecked, whiny and high strung. he thinks you sound beautiful.

“you.”

it’s too much, too much, too much.

you’re swollen and the confession he just gave you goes right to your cunt, there’s a moan that seeps out of you, and aone realizes that you’re cumming.

you shake while you continue on, tugging at him with the same desperation he had while you walked in, you want to see him come undone, you know the wield for him is going to be so good, you can almost taste it.

aone doesn’t think he’s ever been so lucky, so deserving, to marvel at the beauty that is you while you’re mid orgasm.

it was enough when you walked in and saw him, but now that you’re touching him and he can feel you with the shake of the bed, it has him wrecked.

his hands are digging into his thighs, just a little more of the pressure against them he might actually break skin.

he doesn’t ask your permission to touch you, but does so anyway, he clasps a hand over the one weakly working at him, guiding you so it’s just how he likes it.

there’s so much cum, the force of it has where you’re touching him covered, even with his hand over yours, it paints your own white, landing on his tensing stomach.

you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything so attractive.

you both sit there in a sort of daze, not sure how to process what happened, there’s a heavy pause when you touch base with reality.

and while aone has always held back, walked cautiously like he’s been advised his whole life because of his stature and face, he decides to be openly greedy and selfish.

aone grabs you, his eyes looking for you and kisses you hard.

he thinks that if there’s any part of his life where he’d break the many rules he’s set for himself, he’s going to say, “fuck it all” with you.

and just like the many times previously during the night, he thinks he’s dreaming when you kiss him back with the same intensity.