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sukunas-wife · 2 months

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Valentines Special

A little something for the masses 🤍💌 Happy Valentines Day everyone 🤍🤍🤍

“Two of whatever just came out.” Sukuna knew what came out, it was Friday on Friday they made snickerdoodles fresh. The smell always filled the school entrance and shoe locker room pulling students in to buy. He was always there just in time for the old to sell out and the fresh to come out. The same amount every day 143 yen, he kept the exact change daily in the stupid little coin pocket of his wallet. The jingle of his wallet while he took out the coins was always accompanied by the whispers and giggles of girls when Gojo Satoru would make his daily appearance gracing everyone with his cheeky smile, hands stuffed into his pockets, crude remarks being passed off as flirting.

“Thanks for that.” Gojo slid the pack of cookies Sukuna was about to pay for toward himself, “Fuck of Satoru don’t touch my shit unless your looking to lose the hand you jack off with.” Sukuna slammed the coins on the counter, snatching the pack away from him before walking away. He didn’t care to listen to whatever Gojo was screaming back at him, he had his own stuff to worry about, that stuff being finding you before you started running late to your class. Sure he was late to his classes but a teacher wouldn’t say a damn thing once they saw his face. But you, you were a mess. He didn’t understand what you saw in being Student Body President. You show up early to school, skip breakfast because your sense of time is shitty, stay late after school and always look so tired after dealing with incompetent fools. At lunch it’d be a miracle for you to eat on your own, more often than not he’s dragging you to the school's garden and feeding you whatever you packed him for lunch. And when it’s the right season, whatever fruit he can steal from the garden.

Perfect timing as always, he caught you running up the stairs. You stopped smiling up at him, he was at the top staring down at you, eyebrow raised at why you were holding your skirt down like you could flash anyone. Why were you wearing one of those slutty mini skirts anyways, usually only Gojo’s fan girl wore those to catch his eye. He usually saw you in those skirts that were knee length, sometimes ankle length. He liked it like that, you looked different from everyone else, it amused him when you’d grab the front of your skirt hitching it up to run up the stairs, his eyes would always long in your stocking covered squished thighs when you’d raise your skirt too high in a hurry. But this mini skirt, you didn’t miss the change in his face, and you looked down, “My skirt got torn by my desk and this is all the nurse had in the and found.. i don’t know how you lose a skirt really but…”

He sighed, “damnit Y/n you really are a mess ya know.” You watched as he untied the black sweater from his waist. He moved to stand behind you, one step down, “Ya know how many fucking perverts are in this damn school just waiting to get an up shot of some girls underwear.” You felt his arms come around your waist and you moved your hands away watching as he tied a knot with the sleeves, “It’s disgusting.” He didn’t move away, your hands rested on his around your waist, you felt him rest his chin on your shoulder, “What happens if one day I’m not here to take care of you huh?” You turned your face to look at him, his red eyes were staring down at you. You did your best to kiss his cheek, “I’ll just have to suffer alone Kuna.” He scoffed at you, “whatever.”

You couldn’t help the smile when you pressed your lips to his cheek again, your lips lingering and he hummed before moving to face you, catching your lips. You let your head fall back against his shoulder, smiling up at him, his eyes were lidded with a lazy smile. The warning bell pulled you out of your little lovey staring contest, “Change that skirt when you get the chance or I’m killing the first pervert to look up your skirt.” You rushed up the stairs and he leisurely followed behind til you made it to your class. He never failed to eye your class out of judgement, more specifically looking for that dumbass Gojo that was in your class. He was always ready to get into a fight with that prissy twink. You watched him make a face and looked into your class, there was Gojo Satoru, staring right at your boyfriend with a frown of his own. Between the two it was like watching an adolescent Snow Leopard and Tiger getting ready to fight for a fresh meal. What would you expect from two of the most well known families in your city? Satoru’s family was well into being wealthy, their lineage producing world class Models and successful doctors, it was no surprise when on show and tell in elementary school Satoru brought in magazine’s of a white haired blue eyed child saying he was a baby/toddler model. As for Sukuna’s family, they have a much longer history in this city then Satoru’s. Trumping Satoru’s family in wealth, but what would you expect from a family who had long been dedicated to beating the head of a successful and thriving branch of the Yakuza.

You remember the first time you met Sukuna’s father. Sukuna had taken you out to buy a traditional kimono, get your hair done with jade combs and pins. Telling you about how his father was a very traditional man with values such as, respect your elders and those above you, never steal or wrong the everyday man or woman, never disrupt the harmony of your family or those around you, never become involved with drugs and always act chivalrously. You admired the way he talked about his dad, he looked up to him with respect, admiration so you agreed to do the best you could.

His house was not just a house, it was a Shinden Zukuri, it was massive, and glorious. It was exactly what you would have expected from his father from just hearing of him. “It’s…amazing Sukuna.” You turned to look at him and he was smirking down at you, “I know it is.” He led you along the path to one of the entrances and to the Genkan, you slid your shoes off and held onto your bag. Following sukuna further into the house, and out onto the engawa of the home until he stops at another room, he slid the shoji door open telling you to enter. He took your bag, placing it on a shelf against the wall, and you looked around the room. It was almost empty except for the white men's kimono on the kimono rack. You looked at Sukuna. His school shirt was open and he pulled it off, throwing it over your head, “Leave that on.”

you heard the rustle of fabric, all you could see was the white fabric in front of you until we pulled it off of you and you looked up at him, his brow was furrowed as he tried to fix a hair comb that came loose. You could see a part of his chest showing through his Kimono, he leaned closer mumbling something about the comb being difficult. He smelt good, it was masculine but clean, he smelt like a candle he once bought you, Bergamot, Lavender and Cedar. You couldn’t help the little sniff you took and he let out a single laugh pulling away from you, “weirdo.”

You just smiled up at him and he led you further into the “home.” Stopping right outside double sliding doors, “alright, if you’re not ready by now, you’ll never be. So if you're not ready and you fail, sorry to break it to you now you’ll probably never see me again.” He gave you a cheeky smile when he saw your scared and worried expression, “Su-alright no backing out now.” He slid the doors open bowing and greeting his father, and there he was, frozen for a second the man was massive in size and he was only sitting. He was shirtless and covered in tattoos, you swallowed before dropping into a deep bow greeting him and introducing yourself in a calm but confident way. You didn’t look back up until you heard him let out a low chuckle and tell you to stand at ease. Your face was still looking down, if that’s what Sukuna was going to look like when he was older, there was already no doubt in your mind you wanted to marry him but if there was even a smidge or shadow it was gone. Sukuna’s father cleared his throat, “Sit, I want to learn more about the little lady who managed to leash my boy.” Sukuna groaned as he put a hand on your lower back, ushering you forward to sit with him across from his dad…. The rest was history.

The Late bell pulled you from your memory, “I’ll see you-at Lunch yeah yeah go before that teacher Yaga comes in and marks you absent.” He nodded with his head finally looking at you, you smiled. You saw the small twitch in the corner of his lips before he stepped back and started walking to his own class with no haste.

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It had been a week since that day but more importantly it was the weekend before valentines. Here you were in your kitchen doing everything to make the perfect gift. You’d gone to the store that morning spending a decent amount of your savings on things to make sweets and bake little things for him. There was no doubt in your mind that just like last year, your boyfriend's locker would be filled with love notes and chocolates that he’d either let you have your choice of or throw away. The love letters, you’d read and go though all the candy bullying him about his little secret admirers before he’d crumple them up throwing them into the trash.

But right now! You were focused on making homemade chocolate filled with red velvet cream, smooth white chocolate, or almonds. You had taste tested so many you finally got the right flavour. They weren’t bitter, but not overly sweet like the store chocolate you watched him make a face at, one time. On the other hand, you had little chocolate heart shaped cookies you’d decorated with royal icing trying to make cute valentines designs. The lines weren’t the cleanest or fanciest but you liked them enough to pack them into a little treat bag with a red bow and a name tag. The Chocolate you packed into a gold box with a bright red satin ribbon. And the little cake tin you chose was a gold tin with a clear top. You wanted to make a milky cake with whipped cream and strawberries. You even bought a bigger bento box to make a special lunch for him, you had it all planned out. It was a three layer bento. Your plan was to stuff him and push him into a food coma for his final class. The first was beef and vegetables with white rice with pickled plum and pickled ginger he always ate like it was nothing. The second layer was tempura shrimp, a pickled cucumber salad and fried rice. The final layer was two egg salad onigiri with sesame snap pea salad. On the side was going to be your cake and a little egg pudding. There was no way he’d be cranky in his last class if he was stuffed to the brim.

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“no more…” You watched Sukuna as he dramatically fell over into your lap breathing heavily as he huffed. One arm thrown over his eyes, the other hanging down still holding the onigiri he had yet to bite into. Your hand scratching his head gently, “Happy Valentine's Kuna.” You did your best to angle yourself and lean over to kiss his forehead. You didn't miss the smile on his lips when you pulled away, he held the onigiri up blocking the sun when he uncovered his eyes, the little face you worked so diligently on for him. “Maybe one more.” You watched wide eyes when he stuffed half of it in his mouth before holding it up to your lips, his cheeks puffed out while chewing, it was cute for someone who without a doubt could snap your neck or make anyone cry and want to die with just words without having to raise his voice. He hummed offering to feed you some of the onigiri again and you took a small bite. Before your finger came to pick a grain of rice off his cheek, it was cliche and even worse when he eyed your finger and pulled it to his lips licking the grain off. “Happy Valentine’s Day to me.” His cheeky smile made you break out into a smile when he shoved the last of his rice ball into his mouth struggling to sit up, “damnit, I can’t.” He gave up and laid back in your lap, “I live here now.”

“Wait there’s one mo-no I can't I’m full, look at me.” He patted his stomach with his hands, you didn't see a difference in his fit form, that was until he saw the reflective gold and his eyes widened, “wait!” You watched him wiggling and struggling to sit up, putting a hand on his back to push him up, he made grabby hands at the tin when you pulled it away, “I thought you couldn’t- I can! I lied, I do that sometimes.” He tried to lean over you to grab it but you leaned further, so he did what he would never do publicly. He grabbed you and hauled you over into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist holding you there, “Now feed me y/n.” He rested his chin on your shoulder looking at the cake. Whipped cream and a heart made of strawberry purée and strawberries, “heh, you do all this for me, pretty girl?” Your smile was big and ungraceful when you laughed at his nose grazing your jaw and neck. “Yes, it’s all for you Sukuna, I wouldn’t do this much for anyone else.” You turned and kissed the side of his temple and he smiled, “cmon open it.” You fed him and he hummed, his chin resting on your shoulder tilting it so it rested against yours.

You sat like this for while feeding him and yourself until the bell rang, he squeezed you holding you against him, “C‘mom even little miss perfect can take a break, let’s stay out here a little longer.” You reluctantly agreed and kept feeding him what was left of the box cake. Eventually he just held you there, smiling and laughing at how you told him your story of how you messed up and your poor parents who had to be taste testers.

Soon the last school bell rang, he opened his eyes just barely glaring at the intercom that played the obnoxious chime. One arm was tucked behind his head, the other around your shoulders holding you against him. He was sitting back leaning against the plum tree the school planted. Your head on his chest, eyes closed with soft breaths, arm draped over his chest. His school coat was over you, he almost didn’t want to wake you, but his back and butt were aching from being in this slouched angle for so long. So slowly he started to sit up, trying to gently wake you, your eyes opening to look up at him. He was so beautiful in the setting sun in your eyes, “What time is it?” Your question went almost unanswered until he pulled out his phone, “it’s time to go home is all that matters.” You didn’t look away from his face and he looked back at you, holding eye contact. “Happy Valentine’s Day Kuna.” Your small tires smile and sleepy eyes squeezed his heart. He leaned in nuzzling his head to yours, “it’s not your day yet but Happy Valentine’s Day Brat.” You closed your eyes smiling until you felt his lips, you were delighted to kiss him back before he sat up pulling away, “we gotta get up my ass is starting to hurt.” You laughed getting up with the help of his outstretched hand, “I guess you’ll just have to take these home with you.” You didn’t miss the flash of excitement in his eyes when you pulled out the gold box of Chocolates and red ribbon tied cookies. You smiled and he grinned like a mad man carefully stuffing them into his bag.

“Ya know brat, I never celebrated Valentines before…” he trailed off and you didn’t miss the hint of pink on his cheeks, it made you smile and take his hand. “Guess I’ll just have to spoil you next year too.” He scoffed looking away but you didn’t miss the way he held on tighter to your hand, “Good because if you think you can just leave your dead wrong.”

It was the full bloom of red on his shocked face when you kissed his cheek so innocently and said “If I leave anything it’ll be my last name,” that assured you in a way he wouldn’t fight you on that subject.

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hisunshiine · 10 months

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—college nights, diner fights | jjk

pairing: waiter!jungkook x waitress!reader au/genre: diner au, e2l, angst, smut, fluff rating: M wc: 9,664 warnings: POV switches (obvious, tho) mentions of domestic abuse and alluded infidelity (parents not pairing), JK's mom has terrible boyfriends and his dad is a petty "Disney" dad, Reader's parents are better but not around often, mentions of Jungkook having to protect his mom from the bad boyfriends, mean teachers, enemiesssssss, triggering middle school memories can be brought up upon reading the banter of middle school JK and reader LOL but also not LOL, swearing, vulgar statements, forced proximity, secret mutual pining, a drunken physical altercation/assault at work (mild), mentions of blood, minor cuts/scrapes, kissing, tattoo tracing SMUT warnings: oral (f receiving), praise an: shoutout to my beta readers @colormepurplex2 @downbad4yoongi @mrsparkjimin18 @peachiilovesot7 for helping me get this thing done in time despite me being on vacation and dragging my feet! thank you all so much for the motivation, for brainstorming, and just all around positive feedback! summary: If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen! You and Jungkook have been enemies for as long as you can remember—elementary school even—and when Seokjin hires him despite knowing this, you have to call a truce during working hours. When an incident at work leads Jungkook, and you, to put things into a different perspective, will the heated diner fights become a passionate college night? Or will it fizzle before it can start?

Bangtanstrology Writing Event hosted by ME of @bangtanwritershq

My Big 3 are: Sun (Member): Gemini- Jungkook, Moon (How They Met): Scorpio- Late Night Diner, Rising (Trope): Libra- Enemies to Lovers

Part 1: Elementary School

Elementary school is supposed to be fun. For you, 11 years old and in the fifth grade, elementary school is perhaps the best time of your life so far. Your dad signed up for career day, and you are excited beyond measure for him to come in and meet with your class to talk about his job.

It’s rare that you get to spend time with your dad, as his job keeps him pretty busy. The fact that he was able to show up today was a miracle in and of itself, but he negotiated presenting first so that he could leave first to get to work.

“Everyone, please welcome our first parent speaker, Mr. Cha.”

Your classmates applaud as your dad steps forward to the podium in the front center of the classroom and you beam from ear to ear. He looks all spiffy—hair styled well, suit pressed, and shoes shined.

“Good morning, boys and girls, I am Mr. Cha, and I am here to speak to you about my career. To be honest, I have two jobs,” he pauses as the kids, including you, look at him in both awe and confusion, “I am the father to that little girl right there,” he points to you and you giggle. “That is a full time job all on its own, but for the other time spent working, I am a plastic surgeon.”

You can’t help the pride you feel from your classmates clapping as your dad shares. He talks about the schooling needed to get to his position, shares study tips for the transition to middle and high school, which—while still some time away—will be good to begin practicing even now.

“You’re so handsome, Mr. Cha! Have you ever had any work done yourself?” one of the students asks during the question time.

“Ah, great question! I have tried some of the treatments that we offer at my clinic, because if I don’t believe in it, why should others have faith in me and the services I offer?” he explains. “I had a colleague of mine fix my deviated nose bridge, which I injured playing basketball in college, and I maintain my skin with various anti-aging treatments as well. It’s important to start taking care of your skin even at this age! Princess, come help me please.” Your dad gestures to you, and you rise from the chair, only a little embarrassed at him using your nickname. “Help me pass these out to your classmates.”

You begin walking around the room, placing the small cardstock printouts on each of your classmates’ desks as your dad continues speaking.

“These are coupons for my office. You can give these to a family member, or if your parents will allow you to come in, we offer a free consultation to check your skin, and a reduced rate for any skin care products or procedures for any of my princess’s classmates and their family.” He wraps up his presentation there, pulling you into him for a side hug as he smiles at your classmates and the other parents waiting in the wings to present. “Thank you for letting me present, I’ve got to run because I have a rhinoplasty scheduled today, and I need to prepare, but I had a lot of fun talking with you all today!” As your dad kisses your forehead, he whispers a quick goodbye as he leaves your classroom. You’ve never felt so proud.

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“Okay, everyone, let’s line up for P.E.,” Ms. Kim directs, and you jump in line with your peers to walk down to the field. Your classroom teacher disappears for his break as Ms. Kim takes over, and thus ensues a battle between your class as you play ‘Capture the Flag’.

“The rules are simple,” Ms. Kim explains, “a ball is placed on each side of the field in that box.” She points at the four cones creating a safe zone with a kickball inside of it. “Once the game begins, players have to cross the midline into ‘enemy’ territory to try and capture the ball and bring it back to their side. The other team has to stop you from stealing the ball by pulling the flags to remove your waistband—no tackling! Understand?”

“Yes, Ms. Kim!”

“Good. If your belt is pulled off, you stand off to the side at the cone here, okay? That’s the jail. To rescue your teammates from jail, you have to high five them. You must return to your side before attempting to go after the ball again. Once a player enters the box, they are safe, but they cannot stay in there forever…”

You tune out Ms. Kim because you already know how to play, and instead busy yourself with wrapping the tan belt around your waist, adjusting the position of the three blue flags hanging from it. The red team moves to their side of the midline, and you stretch your legs idly as you wait for the teacher to blow her whistle.

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Huffing, you pout as you walk to the jail cone, re-attaching the waistband that your classmate pulled off. He’s put you in jail several times now, almost as if he’s targeting only you during the game. It’s getting a little irritating, since Jeon Jungkook is the fastest boy in the fifth grade, but he’s spending all of his time chasing you instead of helping his team win. Even now, he’s guarding the jail so your best friend can’t come to save you again.

“Dang, JK, you pulled her flag again?” Kim Taehyung snickers loudly as he jogs over to where you’re held captive.

“Can’t let the princess get everything, now can we?” he taunts, a sarcastic tone to his words.

Kim Taehyung, unable to whisper to save his life, leans into Jungkook and asks, “Do you think her dad worked on her face? No way she’s that pretty on her own.”

Your feelings are split between irritated and pleased at the backhanded compliment.

“She’s not that pretty, it looks more like her dad messed up her face, ‘cause she’s so ugly,” Jungkook counters, and it’s hard to decipher if his cheeks are red from playing or from talking about your looks.

“But, you said last week that she was—”

Ms. Kim’s whistle blows to end the game, and you miss the end of Taehyung’s statement. Walking away from the two fools, you barely get a foot outside of the jail zone when a sharp tug at your waist stops you in your tracks. You look down and see your belt missing, and hear a soft thud a few moments later as it hits the grass in the opposite direction several yards away.

Taehyung is laughing, his large boxy grin behind his hand as Jungkook smirks at you.

“You lost.”

The two then take off towards where your teacher is collecting the game belts, leaving you to backtrack to get yours.

“What took you so long? Everyone else has already returned to the building. Taking your time to head back to class is not good sportsmanship.”

“But, Jungkook—”

“No excuses. Hurry up and get inside.”

Jogging back to the building, you get another scolding when you reach the classroom, with your teacher telling you that just because your dad is a surgeon and came for Career Day does not mean you get to behave this way. From the corner of your eye, you watch as Jungkook eats up every second of the scolding, seeming to enjoy the way you wilt as it continues. As you walk back to your seat, you don’t see Jungkook stick out his foot, and you trip loudly as the desks and chairs nearest you clatter and clang as you try to regain your footing.

As the boys snicker at your forced clumsiness, you vow to yourself that Jeon Jungkook is the worst person to exist, and you will hate him for as long as you live.

Part 2: Middle School

Jungkook’s had a hard week. Chuseok just ended, and he had to spend it with his dad’s family instead of with his mom this year, per their divorce agreement. He’s partially thankful because it allowed him a moment to rest. His hypervigilance with his mom’s new boyfriend is tiring, and his grades are suffering for it. But Jungkook is tired of these men sniffing around for a piece of the ‘supposed’ alimony his mom receives from his dad, because everyone was aware when the CEO of Jeon Industries divorced his wife and married his secretary. Jungkook begged to switch schools, but his parents refused, despite it being reported on several news outlets for a month in sixth grade.

Eighth grade hasn’t been so bad for him though, no one talks about the divorce anymore, and Jungkook is able to be just Jungkook, known for his athletic abilities and gaming. He was able to guilt his dad into a new gaming computer, since he forgot to take him back to school shopping, and Jungkook is able to help his mom pay the bills each month with the earnings he makes betting on Overwatch.

So when he returns back home, tired of hearing tales and seeing pictures of the trip to Cancun with the new baby that conveniently interrupted the planned shopping trip, to see his bed holding a Nike box with the shoes Jungkook begged his mom to get at the start of the year, he’s elated. He erupts into shouts and whoops of excitement, running to the kitchen to hug his mom.

“Ouch!” she can’t hide the wince as Jungkook pulls back from the embrace.

“I didn’t even squeeze you that tightly, Mom. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s nothing, you know how clumsy I am, I ran into the dining room table the other night—”

Jungkook doesn’t even think as he reaches for the hem of her shirt, barely lifting it to see an ugly burgundy bruise spreading across her abdomen.

“Mom! Did he do this to you?” Jungkook demands, fury building in his body.

“N-no, honey, you know how I c-can be,” she stutters through the lie, but they both know the truth.

“Mom, if he did this because of money, just return the shoes, it’s fine.”

“No. I bought those for you. You deserve them.” His mom is resolute, turning away and adjusting her shirt as she goes back to cooking dinner. “Plus, we broke up. He won’t be back.”

Up in his room, Jungkook readies the shoes for school tomorrow. He has a few nice things, his dad is a CEO after all, but after the divorce, Jungkook chose his mom, and his dad took it personally. His dad didn’t understand, but the choice was clear to Jungkook. His dad had a new wife, but his mom had no one. Jungkook couldn't leave her too. But his dad became spiteful after that, and so Jungkook can’t take most things his dad buys him to his mom’s house, including certain clothes and shoes.

It’s why he’s so upset about his dad missing back-to-school shopping, because those were usually the only things he was allowed to take to his mom’s, but this year he has nothing new. Not until his mom bought him the Nike Dunks he’s been coveting. Jungkook is happy, proud of his mom for choosing him over the newest boyfriend, and lying in bed, he finally feels like maybe his life isn’t so bad. He hears a knock at the door, and his mom’s tired feet shuffling to answer it.

“Please, Jongyeon-ah, I promise, it won’t happen again.”

Jungkook rolls over, grabbing his headphones to drown out the sounds of the pleading, good for nothing, weaseling himself back into his mom’s life.

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“Yo, Jungkook, those dunks are fly!”

Jungkook props his shoes up on the desk next to his in class, showing off the brand-new kicks to Taehyung.

“Yeah, they're limited edition.” Jungkook knows his response is a little douchebag-esque, but he doesn’t care. He’s wanted these shoes for the longest time, and after all of the bullshit he dealt with during Chuseok and now waking up to see that greasy slimeball his mom said she was done with shirtless at the table for breakfast, he just wants to pretend for once that his life is perfect.

“Take your crusty shoes off my desk,” you scoff. Jungkook ignores you for a few seconds, leaving his feet where he has them propped on your desk. He hates that you called his shoes crusty, knowing that they’re not. They don’t even have a speck of dirt on them! He made sure of that upon his arrival, being overly cautious with each step and wiping away any blemish he perceived to be there.

“Awe, is the princess jealous she doesn’t have the limited edition dunks?” Jungkook can’t pinpoint when this rivalry started, he just knows that for as long as he can remember, the two of you have been enemies.

“There’s a reason the supply is limited. It’s because they’re ugly and they stopped making them once they realized someone would have to be an idiot to wear them. You sitting here with them just proves this point.” You push his crossed feet off your desk and he lets you, but Jungkook holds you in his glare.

“One day you’ll stop being a hater, drowning in all that Haterade you’ve been drinking,” Jungkook makes a play on words, and his friends ‘ooooh’ and high five at his middle school burn.

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At lunch, Jungkook precariously steps between the seats to avoid damaging his shoes. His shins are starting to hurt from how he’s walking to avoid creasing his sneakers, but it’s worth the pain to him. He’s successfully avoided getting any food on his shoes from the sloppy eaters, and as he makes the last stretch to the door, a loud yell catches him off guard.

“Watch it!”

Nayeon, one of your lackeys, warns everyone as she’s bumped by you and her red sports drink goes flying. Jungkook is stuck between tables, backpacks cluttering the aisle and Nayeon’s body flailing taking up all of the space. It all happens in seconds—a hip check, a flying drink, and the contents now strewn across the floor and Jungkook’s new sneakers and laces now stained a bright red, dripping across the leather and fabric of his brand new, limited edition Nike Dunks.

“Oh my god, Nayeon, you are so clumsy!”

Jungkook gawps at you, unbelieving, as your annoying voice fills the silence that took over the room only moments before.

“So sorry, Jungkook. Nayeon bumped into me and then she spilled her haterade—I mean Gatorade—all over your new shoes! I hope those weren’t hard to get or anything! I’m sure your CEO daddy can get you a new pair.”

Jungkook storms from the room, seething at your audacity. If you had any idea about his life, would you treat him this way? He wishes you could walk a day in his shoes, maybe you would realize that life outside your perfect, princess bubble is not always sweet, and would think twice before being a bitch to him, but it’s too late for him to change his view of you. You are the devil’s spawn and Jungkook has never hated someone as much as he hates you.

Part 3: High School

Getting into BTS-U should be easy for you, what with your dad being an alumnus, but you don’t want to rely on nepotism. You’ve been working your ass off for good grades all four years of high school, and the final determination of your competency is about to start. Only one student can represent your high school as the Youth of the Year, winning prestige and honor by being granted early admission into any four-year university in the country of their choice without needing CSAT scores.

The last of the trials, the oral interview, is scheduled for today and as you sit outside the room in the creaky, overly hard chair, your heart pounds. Of course, the final two students competing for this merit would be the two students who despise each other the most in the school, making the competition that much more important to you.

You cannot lose to fucking Jeon Jungkook.

“We’re ready for you!”

The chipper voice startles you from your thoughts as you steel yourself to go into the final challenge.

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“Thank you all for your participation in the Youth of the Year program. As you know, the contenders were all very high achieving and will have plenty of options available to you for your future. Do not let not being named deter you from the future awaiting you all. Now, today, we interviewed the two finalists from this wonderful school, and while both were outstanding, one student really opened up and shared a vulnerable side to him that inspired us. He has already begun an incredible journey in his young life, showcasing a will to succeed. Jeon Jungkook, please stand.”

The crowd in the auditorium bursts into applause as you burst into tears. The one good thing about this ceremony is that the finalists do not sit on stage, so in the chaos and celebration, you are able to sneak away to the bathroom. Jeon Jungkook looked so shocked to have been chosen, but you knew that he couldn’t actually be shocked. His mom stood up with him, hugging him with pride, and your parents couldn’t even be bothered to show up for such an important moment.

You tell yourself it’s not a big deal, that you have done well and will most likely have the same options for college as Jungkook does, but being a Youth of the Year finalist is not the same as being the Youth of the Year. What really hurts you the most is that if the roles were switched, Jungkook’s mom would be there to hug him and tell him he did great and fought hard. If you had been chosen, you still would’ve been alone, but at least the loneliness wouldn’t have hurt as much.

The judges who interviewed you must think you don’t need the help, that you have everything you could ever want, so why would they choose the spoiled little rich girl? Why would they choose the girl who eats dinner with the maids, who read bedtime stories to herself growing up, the girl who has everything—everything except a family that loves her more than their careers and supports her unfailingly?

Facing the mirror, you reach for your purse and pull out the small makeup pouch so that you can erase any evidence of the sadness you feel today, brimming with the unshed tears of yesterday, and prepare your battle face to go back out there and be cordial as the runner up. Another battle you’ll face alone.

Part 4: College at BTS-U

“Welcome to Jin’s Diner, have a seat wherever you’d—what the fuck are you doing here?”

The chiming of the door opening caught your ear, so you’d turned to greet the newest customer, except instead of an overly tired trucker or a group of post-clubbing college students, you’re faced with one Jeon Jungkook.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” he asks, eyebrow pitched and smirk full of snark.

“No, I kiss your father with this mouth. Now get out.” You go back to wiping down the counters, ignoring the stare of your arch-nemesis as you finish cleaning.

“Now, now, Baby Cakes, let your new coworker into the diner so you can finally get the help you've been asking for.”

You turn to the owner’s son, Kim Seokjin, mouth gaping open in confusion. “Coworker? I thought you read through the notes I made on all of the applicants?”

“Yes, I did, and they were very helpful. He’ll be working nights with you, so show him to the back while I grab a lock for his locker and a uniform.”

“Sir—”

“Now, Cakes.”

Seokjin disappears into the hallway towards his office, and you turn back to Jungkook, who’s standing smugly with his arms crossed watching you.

“Ugh, keep up, small fry.”

Jungkook’s black boots squeak along the freshly mopped floor as he hustles to catch up with you. The doorway behind the counter opens into the kitchen, where the two line cooks, Hoseok and Yoongi, work diligently. Hoseok is sitting next to the recently delivered products with a clipboard in hand as he counts the items, while Yoongi is wiping down his area before the rush begins. You clear your throat loudly to gather their attention.

“We have a new waiter, his name is Jeon Jungkook, but he shall go by Small Fry, I think.” The smile on your face is devilish, and the two men snicker as they take in the newbie rushing in behind you.

“Wait, why am I ‘Small Fry’?” he asks, only a little out of breath from having to round the counter and catch up to you.

“Because everyone who works here gets called a food nickname, helps with the creeps, especially on nights.”

“I’m Suga,” Yoongi greets, “and this here is Hobi-Honey, but we just call him Hobi for short.”

“And I’m Baby Cakes, as you heard bossman say.”

“What’s your real name again, Small Fry?” Yoongi asks, his platinum hair shining in the fluorescent kitchen lights.

“It’s Jungkook,” he answers, emphasizing his name as he glares at you.

“Hmm, Baby Cakes, I think he might be better suited to Cooky…”

“Isn’t that too close to his name?” you argue, hoping to keep Small Fry, but when you see Hobi shake his head, you know you’ve lost.

“Fine, Cooky it is then! Next new hire will be called Small Fry no matter what!” you concede, waving Jungkook to follow you towards the back of the kitchen.

He trails you quietly as you push a swinging wooden door with a circular window in it and lead him into the employee lounge. Seokjin is whistling to himself as you enter, twirling a metal lock around his finger. You look around the room, surprised at how quickly he had everything ready.

“Great, you met Suga and Hobi then?” he asks, nodding at the door you just entered.

“Yes, I figured it would be best to do that first on the way here.”

“So, Jungkook—”

“He’s Cooky,” you interrupt, but Seokjin just shakes your rudeness off.

“—Cooky, this here’s the lounge. The door you just entered is used while you’re on shift for breaks and such. When you arrive for your shift and leave for the night, it should always be through the door behind me.” He gestures to a purple-handled door. “To the left are the employee cubbies, and to the right, we have the laundry station, small kitchenette, and door to the staff bathroom.”

You nod at the TV mounted on the wall next to the swinging door. “The remote always stays on this table,” you tap the main table in the room that seats six, “and we typically keep the TV on ESPN, MTV, or my personal favorite, HGTV.”

“Thank you, Cakes. Now, your Jin’s Diner gear stays here, we’ll wash it for you after each shift you work.” Seokjin points to a stacked washer and dryer in the corner. “Just throw it in the wash after your shift each night. We’ll put it back in your cubby for you once dry.”

Jungkook nods, but he looks a bit overwhelmed from all of the information. You take the lead and sit down first hoping he’ll follow you. You know Seokjin talks fast and moves through the employee information even faster, and despite not liking Jeon Jungkook, you need the help on your shift since Mochi quit to focus on his last semester.

You grab a permanent marker and white label from the center of the table, tossing it across to Jungkook with a little more force than necessary.

“We each have a cubby, with a small locker inside. Use this to write your name and then claim an empty spot, and you can also write your name on the tags of your uniform.”

Seokjin grabs plastic-wrapped clothing articles from the cabinet next to the laundry station and approaches the table, too, tossing down the new clothing.

“Your gear. Shirt, apron, and a ballcap. If you want a visor instead, let me know. Black, khaki, or blue jeans, black non-slip shoes, keep the blingy jewelry at home.”

“Dammit, I was planning to choke him with his chain after the first shift.”

Seokjin levels his gaze at you, and you know you’re pushing your limits with him.

“I’ll have you follow Baby Cakes around to learn the drill for taking orders, but mostly you’ll be bussing tables tonight. I’ll work on the final processing of your paperwork in the meantime. Cakes, come with me while he changes.”

You follow Seokjin out of the lounge and back towards the office. He opens the door and steps back to allow you to enter first, shutting the door behind him as he follows you into the room.

“You need to tone it down. I know you said that you and he have some bad blood, but we need the help and he’s the best applicant we have.”

“It’s deeper than that, Jinnie, he’s literally been tormenting me since elementary school. We work with heavy-duty machinery and cutlery. You might come in one morning to find that one of us has stabbed the other to death.” You push out your bottom lip and give him your best, roundest, watery puppy eyes. “Is that what you really want?”

“What I want is to have a fully staffed evening shift so that my best girl can stop having bags under her eyes and complaining about her feet hurting every shift.” Seokjin smiles teasingly at you. “Plus, you need a good annual review to get a raise, and training new employees looks good to the owner.”

“Your dad is the owner! You can just tell him to give me a raise!”

“I could…but this is so much more fun. Who knows, he’s kinda hot…maybe you find out that the reason he’s picked on you your whole life is because he has a crush on you.”

“That fallacy is just a way for the patriarchy to continue to push abuse acceptance and the ‘boys will be boys’ agenda.” You cross your arms, but overall you know Seokjin is right. You’ve always prided yourself on being able to adapt well to situations, put a fake smile on when you need to deal with rude customers or your parents missing another monumental event in your life. “But fine. At work, it’ll be a ceasefire. That’s about all I can promise you.”

“I thought you said there would be a ceasefire!” Seokjin yells at you from where you sit in his office. Jungkook is seated next to you, slouching in the chair with his head turned away towards the wall. You can see his jaw clenching every few seconds as Seokjin continues berating you. “Instead, I got a call from a family friend that you two were so busy yelling at each other for not doing your jobs that you effectively stopped doing your job!”

You huff as you roll your eyes, turning away from Jungkook’s severely hot—no—aggravating jawline, (where did that thought even come from?) to respond to Seokjin.

“That’s not even what happened last night! This idiot decided to fuck with the seating and of course, since the big game is tomorrow, we had a lot of people stop in and it was noisy. I was trying to seat the guests who were being louder and rowdier on one side so that our regulars,” you glare at Jungkook, who’s still refusing to look at either you or Seokjin, “could dine in peace, but when I ran to the back to restock the napkins for the bar top, he seated people himself. He’s not the host. He’s still a newbie! It’s been, what? Three, four months?”

“...Four,” Jungkook mumbles, but you ignore it.

“And so then poor Mrs. Hana ended up dealing with the hooligans who disrupted her meal, and yes, it was when I was trying to explain to him how seating works—”

“I know how seating works, it’s not rocket science!”

“So then why would you mess with the flow of the diner and seat them there?!”

“Because you,” Jungkook finally breaks the stoic act and turns to face you abruptly, so much so you almost visibly jump, “kept seating the large groups in your sections, which meant that you were giving yourself the better tips and leaving me with the geriatrics who barely leave anything!”

“Are you serious? You think I was trying to take tips from you? I hate dealing with the sports crowd! I would have gladly traded with you if you had said something to me, but you were too busy ignoring me when I was trying to talk to you about dividing up the floor—”

“—you talk to me like I’m a child, so of course I was ignoring you, you dolt—”

“—really piss me off, you think I would stoop so low, probably because it’s what you would do—”

“Shut up, both of you!” Seokjin’s eyes have a hardness to them you are not used to seeing. He’s usually laid back, but the stress lines on his face speak to an underlying tension you aren’t aware of. “Look,” he takes a deep breath, rubbing his hand over his eyes briefly, “this can’t happen again. Mrs. Hana could’ve broken her hip slipping on the spilled soda, and her son is debating suing us. My dad is obviously handling this situation, but that means your jobs are on the table. If her son demands it in exchange to avoid a lawsuit, I can’t stop it.”

It settles on you at that moment, how severe this is. You know that the little, old lady regular slipped and fell, but both you and Jungkook rushed over to help her up, comping her meal and walking her outside to sit quietly and assess how she was feeling while waiting for her son to arrive. Not only that, but he didn’t seem mad when he picked her up—just worried about if she was in pain and if she needed to go see a doctor. Apparently, after the shock wore off, his anger set in.

“I’m sorry, Seokjin. It won’t happen again.”

“Get to your shift, I’m sure Nam—I mean Porkchop—is ready to go. Remember, Suga will be late today, the championship game is tonight. So no more ignoring the hooligans and Cooky,” Seokjin gives his leveled glare to Jungkook this time, “Baby Cakes is in charge. I know you’re eager to prove yourself, and you’ve done well so far, but she’s worked the aftermath of championship games before.”

Jungkook stares back at Seokjin, a low humming tension filling the room before he answers with a “Yes, sir.”

The diner is louder than Jungkook’s ever heard before as he goes around clearing tables now that the game is over. His coworker, Yoongi, did amazing from what he saw on the screen. BTS-U wore their white home jerseys with purple and black lettering, so it was easy to see when number 3 hit the game-winning three-pointer.

Now, as the same white jersey is stepping into the diner, all of the fans cheer and bang their cups and silverware to congratulate the MBC Cup National University Basketball Championship’s MVP for the win tonight.

Jungkook looks across the dining area, where he sees you kneeling on the countertop clapping your hands above your head. The uniform dress that you chose for tonight has risen higher up your thigh than normal—probably from the way you climbed up onto the counter—giving Jungkook a pretty good view of the skin leading up to what he’s sure are lace panties. He’s walked in on you changing one too many times to not know your preference.

He can’t look away from you; something about the sheer energy radiating off of you is magnetic, as if you’re lit from within, and before he knows it, he’s moving closer to you. Jungkook knows he can’t stand you personally, but physically? He’ll never admit this aloud—not since Taehyung almost told you the truth back in elementary school— but you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.

He doesn’t have much time to ponder your looks as you bring two fingers to your lips and let out a loud wolf whistle, setting you off balance with the action. Luckily he’s already been pulled into your orbit, because he catches you with two strong hands on your waist before you can fall off the counter.

“Thanks, Cooky!” you say, eyes alight and voice pleasant, as if you’ve forgotten who Jungkook is to you, and who you are to him.

“No problem, Baby Cakes.” Jungkook helps you climb down, and when you bend forward to place your palms on the counter to dismount, he sees his hypothesis on your panties is right. His eyes remain on your ass as you extend a leg to the floor, and despite the trouble the two of you got into before your shift, Jungkook can’t seem to care to remember why he shouldn’t be enjoying the view.

“Congrats, Suga!” Jungkook watches as you launch yourself into Yoongi’s arms, giving him a loud smooch on the cheek.

“Thanks, Cakes, that last shot was for you.” He winks, and Jungkook doesn’t understand why he’s feeling so affected, but he wants to blame it on those panties you unknowingly flashed for the irritation he feels toward his friend for flirting with you. She’s your enemy, Kook, get it the fuck together.

Jungkook stalks away, grabbing his bussing bin and rag so he can clean up the table of the group in line to pay.

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“Fuck you and your sorry-ass school!”

Jungkook turns his head to see you standing feet shoulder-width apart with your arms crossed, looking so much like the evil bitch he’s come to know. Only this time, it’s directed towards an EXO-U fan, by the looks of the silver and black shirt he’s sporting.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

You command the space well, and had the man been sober, he probably would have listened to you when you gave him the polite option to leave on his own two feet. As luck would have it, the man grew more belligerent with each passing moment, causing Jungkook to run and grab Yoongi from the back to help handle the situation. Jungkook doesn’t like what he’s hearing when he returns to the front.

“You dumb cunt, we don’t have to leave! Come over here, baby, suck my cock like you suck their players, bet that’s why they won, huh? Saw you all over their star player earlier, let me get a piece, bitch.”

Jungkook wants to lunge at the man, but Yoongi beats him to the table, effortlessly grabbing the man by his arm and neck to yank him from his booth seat.

Jungkook gets to his other side, helping the man walk towards the double glass doors as Yoongi mutters menacingly at the patron.

“Best not show your face around here again, if you know what’s good for you. Find another place to eat, and we won’t beat your ass.”

Yoongi lets go of the man once they clear the sidewalk into the parking lot, the man’s friends stumble out behind, but Jungkook shoves the man hard, and he falls to the ground. He feels no remorse for the man; he reminds him too much of the creeps his mom dealt with: stench of alcohol on their breath that grew with each vulgar word that rolled out of their mouths, animosity leeching from their greasy skin—Jungkook needs to wash his hands and splash his face.

Fleeing inside, he bypasses you cleaning up the mess the rowdy table left behind, unable to hear the words you say clearly enough to decipher them. He knows that it’s almost time to close up and he has a few tasks to do to help speed up the process, but he’ll get to them in a minute. He just needs a minute to shake off this feeling, and then he’ll be okay to do the final cleaning for the evening, and find out what you said.

You’ve always hated dealing with the championship game guests, but always loved being with the crowd because of the thrill and your love for the game. The shift wasn’t terrible work-wise, as Jungkook really pulled his weight throughout the shift, allowing you to be in charge as the hostess and main waitress, filling in where you needed and bussing tables as the guests rotated through the double doors.

And you can’t lie, when you almost lost your balance on the counter, it was kind of hot that he was there to catch you, and help you down safely. With his jawline that can cut glass and his warm hands sitting large on your hips, you were a little sad to have them drop away, but you hid your disappointment in congratulating Suga and then moved on with the shift.

Of course, such a perfectly good shift had to end with a douchebag. To your surprise, when you turn to look to Jungkook for help, he’s already approaching with Suga in tow. And damn your worst enemy if he doesn’t do the second hottest thing of the night, vanquishing the drunkard with the sailor’s mouth from your sight, his foul friends trailing behind.

You clear off the table, the half-eaten food discarded in the trash and you realize that it needs to be taken out now before the last of the tables are done. Jungkook speed walks past you, so you call out to him, “Cooky, take the trash out, please!”

You finish sweeping under the table, then wipe down the booth’s table as Suga also returns inside, pausing to check on you.

“Everything good, Cakes?”

You nod, placing a hand on your hip as you reflect on the incident. “Yeah, he was a real fuck boy, but you and Cooky saved me just in time.”

“Always…I’m surprised Cooky was so worked up when he called me from the kitchen. Usually you two are at each other’s throats, I would’ve thought he’d enjoy seeing you deal with a rude customer.”

“Well, we did get yelled at earlier by Jin for last night, so we promised to work together and drop whatever rivalry we have during working hours. So maybe that’s it.”

“Mmm…maybe. Well, let me go help Hobi, this last wave will keep us later if I don’t.” Yoongi takes a few steps to round the counter, then calls back out to you, “The trash is about to overflow, Cakes!”

Frowning, you notice that Jungkook has yet to return to take out the trash. Glancing around the room, you see most of the tables are in stages of eating or waiting for their food. They all seem well and distracted with clips from the post-game coverage, so you decide to take out the trash yourself. Maybe the truce between you and Jungkook isn’t as intact as you think.

Grumbling to yourself, you tie off the bag and lift it from the bin, foot angled to keep the wheels from sliding across the floor from the tug. You eye the replacement black bag, but decide to put it in once you return from the dumpster.

You hate taking out the trash; you love feminism but some tasks are just made for men. You refuse to use the loud trolley with the janky wheel, so you carry the bag gingerly, resting it down every few steps as you make your way across the sparsely lit back parking lot.

“Well, if it isn’t the bitch who didn’t let me finish my meal.”

You snap your head around, eyes roving for the source of the raspy words, finally landing on the douchebag discharged from the diner only 10 minutes ago.

“We didn’t charge you for it, so I suggest you leave before this turns into a real problem.” You keep your eyes on him, watching as he shifts around on his feet, inching closer to you. You hold your stance, refusing to look weak in case he decides you’d make a good target.

“Maybe if you come suck me off like a good girl, I won’t leave a bad review online about how much of a cunt you’re being. Matter of fact, throw in some pussy, let me fuck you properly and I bet all that attitude will drop. You just need someone to tame you.”

The man lunges for your left arm, his meaty fist closing around your wrist and you pull back to break the contact but he’s strong. You yell out, stumbling back away from the trash bag and he follows, heavy footfalls adding to the sounds of the evening.

“Let go, you freak!”

You jolt your arm, wrenching it in as many directions as you can to try and relax his grip but he pulls you closer to him until you can smell the ethanol on his breath as he places his other hand forcefully on your shoulder.

“I said I wanted you on your knees, stupid bitch,” he utters, and reflexively you punch him in his dick. He groans and releases you, hunching over in pain. You make out a figure stepping through the service door, and you call out for help. Attempting to step around the man, you only make it a few steps before you feel the weight of the man bearing down on you again.

“You stupid bitch!”

You try to run, but the man has the back of your dress in his grip so instead, your shoes scrape the asphalt in the same place repeatedly. A loud thwack of flesh on flesh sounds right before you’re released, dropping the short distance to the concrete. Your palms and knees feel the sting of the gravel but the relief of being out of the man’s hold overpowers any lingering pain as you scramble to your feet.

Behind you, Jungkook is pummeling the man in the face, and you pause for a moment in shock before you rush back to him, grabbing his bicep to stop him from swinging again.

“Cooky, stop, I’m okay! Jungkook!”

He freezes, turning to look at you as if to see if your statement is true, and seeing that you’re serious, he appears to deflate a bit, no longer an attacking watchdog but a protective knight, making sure his charge is unscathed.

“Let’s go.” He gestures for your hand and you place yours in his, letting him guide you away from the groaning sack of trash and the garbage bag on the ground.

The fluorescent lights of the break room are blinding after the darkness of outside. Vaguely you hear Jungkook yelling at the others working, followed by the clattering of kitchen items, but you’re so out of sorts you don’t even realize that Jungkook has maneuvered you into a chair and is gently checking your knees, palms, and arms. He brushes off the remaining dirt from your skin.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

His voice sounds pained, and this pulls you from your thoughts and back to the present with him.

“Um, I don’t think so.”

“Where all did he touch you? It might not hurt now, but once the adrenaline dies off, you might feel it.”

“Um, my arm, my shoulder, I can’t…I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, let me check your neck…he grabbed your dress and pulled you, so I wanna make sure it won’t bruise.”

He takes your face in his hands delicately, tilting your head to expose your neck to his view. The proximity has your head spinning, his cologne enveloping you as he leans closer, a hand leaving your cheek to allow a finger to trail across your neckline. You know he’s just checking to make sure that there’s no lingering marks, but you don’t think that the after effects of tonight will be anything anyone can see. He grabs a glass of water for you, and you sit quietly while he tends to the minor cuts on your palms from the jagged gravel in the parking lot.

Time seems to pass as you’re deep in thought, but you’re not sure how much until Seokjin appears, his purple and white painted face replacing the doe eyes and clenched jaw. He looks frazzled, as if he just left an after-party for the championship and was pulled into work. You realize after a moment that that’s actually what happened, and chuckle at yourself. He says your real name, pulling you out of your laughter.

“I’m so sorry this happened, luckily Jungkook was there. I don’t know what I would've done if something happened to you.” Seokjin pulls you into a hug, and you reciprocate, squeezing him tighter as the feeling of being held feels good. He pulls away sooner than you like, but he continues talking to you about what’s been going on since you’ve been sitting in the employee lounge.

“Look, don’t worry about staying and cleaning up tonight, okay? We’ve got everything under control. Hobi called the cops and Yoongi made sure the guy didn’t flee before they came. He’s in their custody now.”

“What about Jungkook?” you ask, uncharacteristically using his given name.

“He’s giving his statement to the police now. They’ll want to talk to you too, but I can put it off for tonight if you need,” Seokjin offers kindly, but you want to get it over with.

“It’s okay, I’ll speak to them now.”

“If you’re sure. I’ll grab one of the detectives now and they can take your statement, and then I’m sending you home. Jungkook will drive you, okay? You’re still a bit shaky.”

You look down at your hands, seeing the tremble Seokjin is referencing and nod. There’s no use in putting up a fight. All of the men you work with have now proven that you’re safe with them. Seokjin walks over to the door, popping his head out to call for an officer, and he paces quietly as you recount what happened, starting with the attacker growing belligerent in the dining area. Once finished, Seokjin grabs Jungkook from where he’s talking with Yoongi outside the door, ushering him to take your belongings and get you home.

You follow along, compliant, waving goodbye to the others as Jungkook pulls off into the main road back towards campus.

“You live by BTS-U, right?”

“Yeah, at Omelas, next to the train tracks.”

Neither of you speak again until he parks, turning off the engine to his jeep.

“Here, let me help you.” Jungkook grabs your backpack and climbs out of the SUV, coming around to the passenger side door to open it for you. You jump out and lead the way to your first -floor apartment. Unlocking the door, you flip on the lights as you toe off your non-slip work shoes.

“My roommate is out of town visiting her parents this weekend.”

Dumping your purse onto the kitchen counter, you walk further into your home, Jungkook trailing you slowly. He kicks off his shoes, socks shuffling quietly along the carpet as he enters your living room after closing and securing the front door lock. He places your backpack on the couch, and the two of you stand there awkwardly.

“Um, do you want some water or something? I have juice, milk, beer…” you trail off, uncertain.

“Water is fine, thanks.”

You grab a glass from the cupboard, filling it with ice water to return the favor from earlier as you bolster your courage to thank him. You hand him the glass and before you can think too hard, you just start speaking.

“Jungkook, I just wanted to thank you, for coming out there and, you know, saving me. I know we don’t get along much, but you really came through and I appreciate it.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, blinking up at you from where he’s sitting on your couch. He takes a long sip from the glass, and he seems uncertain if he wants to speak but does so anyway.

“It was nothing, really.”

“Why, um, why did you help me, I mean—I’m just saying, oh this is coming out wrong—”

“Look, I’ve had a lot of practice dealing with creeps like him. I’ve had to do it plenty for my mom, and I just don’t like to see anyone getting hurt, not even my arch nemesis.” Jungkook tries to joke it off at the end, but his tone reveals so much more to you about what he’s not saying.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was like that for you back in high school.” You sit down next to him, closer than you normally would with your backpack taking up part of the seat, but you don’t mind it. You feel safer being closer to him.

“I mean, why would you know?” he asks, leaning back into the couch and taking another sip. “You have a perfect family, I’m sure nothing like this happened on the weekly at your place.”

“No, but like, my perfect family isn’t what everyone thinks it is, either. My parents didn’t pay attention to me, always busy working and what not. Honestly career day, back in like fifth grade was the only time one of my parents made it to something, and even then, it was so my dad could advertise his business. I felt so sheltered growing up, like I had no life skills. It’s why I work at the diner.”

Jungkook digests your words, understanding blooming through his chest.

“I get that. It’s funny, I remember that day so well, I was so jealous of you, because your dad showed up for you. I guess our dads are the same though…I think if I had grown up with my parents still together, I would’ve felt like you do. My dad kind of left me behind when he remarried, you know? In a way, that made me less sheltered, because when I was with my mom, I had to grow up fast. I couldn’t always have the nicest things because she couldn’t always afford them.”

“I didn’t realize that you had to split time between them. One of my friends, Jimin? He told me about how your dad wouldn’t let you take things back and forth between houses.”

“Why did he do that?” Jungkook looks a little scandalized, and you’re sure it’s because Jimin is one of his best friends. He’s the one who recommended that he apply to Jin’s Diner in the first place, and how you knew to warn Jin to not hire Jungkook, not that it worked. “I didn’t know you were close with Jimin!”

“We used to work together…you actually replaced him. It’s why we were hiring in the first place. But, he told me that because he was trying to get me to ease up on you one day. I was complaining about something and he was trying to make you more human, I guess.”

Jungkook just nods. You know he probably realizes there’s no reason to be mad, it was all in the past and Jimin was coming from a good place when he revealed that.

“Well, it’s true. My dad is kind of the worst. My mom saved up to get me some Dunks back in middle school because my dad couldn’t be bothered to take me back to school shopping. As if I didn’t grow a foot and 3 shoe sizes.”

“Oh fuck, you know, I’m sorry for making Nayeon spill her drink on your shoes. That was really evil of me.”

“We were like 13? 14? All middle school girls are evil.” Jungkook chuckles. You’re relieved at how gracious he’s being, but a little annoyed. You turn to him to say as much, but he continues to speak. “Honestly, I don’t even know why we went toe to toe like that. We probably would’ve been best friends if we had combined our smarts. You were really great during the Youth of the Year competition. I’m sorry that you didn’t win, I think you deserved to.”

Jungkook is looking back at you now, with his pretty doe eyes, sitting so close to you. You don’t know what to say so you don’t say anything, instead focusing on his star-filled eyes and the way they’re staring into your own. His arm moves slowly, lifting to bring his hand to your face, curling a tendril of hair behind your ear.

“It’s getting pretty late now, I should get home,” he starts, but his eyes speak volumes and it doesn’t seem like he wants to leave just yet. “But there’s still one more thing I need to apologize for.”

Your eyebrows furrow, confused as to what incident it could be when his lips meet yours in a tender kiss, not too forceful but not shy either—just the right amount to let you know this isn’t a mistake. It takes you a few seconds to respond, but when you sense Jungkook about to move away you pull him in closer, keeping his lips where you can access them. It’s not enough though, so throwing caution to the wind, you straddle him as your tongue swipes for entry, pushing him further into the couch as you lean into his fit body. He groans at your boldness, large hands planted firmly on your ass as the kiss deepens. You feel dangerously high, lacking oxygen, but you can’t stop—you don’t want to stop. He’s intoxicating.

His fingers tighten imperceptibly, and you know he, too, is at the end of his air, so you break apart, chest heaving as you stare at his lips, red and plump from the kiss.

“That was your…apology for? Or you were…apologizing for…kissing me?” you pant, trying to catch your breath.

“Both?” he says with a cute, bunny-like smile, “one, for hating you all these years, and two, for kissing you out of the blue.”

“And if I want you to apologize to me more?” you half-question, half-goad, and Jungkook gives the right answer, leaning into you once more so he can kiss you hard, teeth nipping at your bottom lip before pulling away.

“That’s something I can do.” Jungkook uses his strength to flip you onto your back on the couch, knocking your backpack out of the way and onto the floor. “Is this okay?” He searches your eyes for your consent to his hands on your thighs, fingertips skimming the hem of your dress.

You nod, and he trails them higher until he’s grasping the band of your panties and sliding them down without haste. You enjoy the commanding presence he takes on, unlike the people you deal with on a daily at work, indecisive with what to order, he knows exactly what he wants, and when Jungkook pushes up your dress and buries his face between your thighs, it takes everything in you not to climax right then. His tongue flits around your clit, teasing you as his hands massage your thighs while keeping them wide for him.

“Jungkook,” his name is a breathy whisper in the air as your fingers curl around his locks, tightening your grip when he flicks closer to where you need him. “Please.”

You wiggle your hips, searching for more friction from his tongue but he just pulls away, tutting his tongue at you for being bad. You sit up slightly to glare at him.

“Patience, baby.”

Whining, you lay back on the couch with a huff. “This is why we hated each other bac—oh, fuck me,” you finish with a moan as he flattens his tongue across your pussy and stimulates every nerve he can cover. Wrapping his lips around your clit, he begins to suck, gently flicking his tongue every few seconds as he positions two fingers at your dripping center. Delving inside of you, the plunge of his fingers reaches the ache inside of you, causing your legs to tremble as he fine-tunes your body like an instrument.

“Feels so good, mmph, fuck,” is all you can manage to say as he continues to pump his fingers, the squelching of your walls suctioning them back in with every tug out only making you wetter. Jungkook hums, and the thrumming sensation curls your toes. Arching your back, you tug his hair hard as you mewl loudly from the impending orgasm.

“You can do it, baby, cum for me,” Jungkook praises, “you’re doing so well, squeezing my fingers so tight, watch me.”

When his mouth once again finds its rhythm on your core, it takes just a few seconds of making eye contact with Jungkook, doe-eyes wide as he watches you enjoy his tongue, before you shiver and melt into the euphoria he’s bringing to your body.

“That’s it, fuck—you look so pretty, baby.”Body spent, you stare up at the ceiling blinking as you come back to earth. Jungkook tucks himself behind you, holding you in his arms. You look down at the arm over your waist, your fingers lightly tracing the tattoos on his exposed full sleeve. You can feel his bulge, know that there’s so much more…apologizing you both need to do after years of being enemies, but you have all night for that. And in the morning, you don’t know what will happen, if there will be more to come after tonight, but what you do know is that at this moment you don’t hate Jungkook; not even a little bit, not even at all.

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[7.3k] the five times your secret relationship with your brother’s best friend was almost exposed to him and the one time it was.

The first time your brother almost caught you and Sirius, it was a miracle he was as gullible as he was.

Growing up with a brother like James Potter had its highs and lows.

The highs: someone who loved you unconditionally, who was there for you regardless of your mistakes and flaws, who had your back even if the whole world was against you because that was just how he loved.

The lows: he was an overbearing, overprotective helicopter busybody who seemed to make it his goal to make sure you didn’t have a life. Well, not really but his interference sure did make it difficult to have any sort of social life without him getting involved.

A keen example of such would be your dating life.

Being just under a year younger than him, you didn’t enrol in Hogwarts until the following year where you were sorted into Slytherin—much to your brother’s dismay. But it seemed like a blessing in disguise when you realised it was the one way you were able to escape him and his domineering ways. Despite all his weaselling and bribing, even James Potter couldn’t get loyal spies in Slytherin.

However, the different houses only saved you from so much and it seemed like James had made it his mission for every boy in the school vicinity to know you were off-limits. He didn’t outwardly state it—he would never do something so brash and obvious to the world that your mother would hear about it—but he would do a damn good job of showing it.

The poor bloke who tried to give you a Valentine’s Day card in second year was the unfortunate victim, with his walk of shame to the infirmary to visit Madam Pomfrey. It only got worse the older you got. Dances and balls and Hogsmeade dates passed and James scared away any possible prospect you laid your eyes on.

However, what James would have never expected was for it to be none other than one of his best friends to be the one to make a move on his little sister.

And he definitely wouldn’t have expected you to go for Sirius out of the bunch.

“Who are you and what have you done to the real Sirius Black?” you remarked with a faux scandalised look on your face as the boy tugged you, one hand intertwined with yours whilst the other moved to wave his wand at the set up he had created.

“You should know by now that I’m a hopeless romantic, love,” Sirius grinned in response, a smile that was nothing but boyish and wild.

You snorted. “You’re only romantic when you want something, Black.”

He looked back at you, dark eyes glimmering with pure mischief. “Maybe all I want is a day to spend with my girl.”

You would be lying if you said your heart didn’t swoon a little at the sight in front of you. The torn piece of parchment had been tucked into one of your textbooks, found yesterday morning during your potions class. The familiar scribble and small heart signed at the bottom made it clear enough who the message was from.

But you didn’t think Sirius’ desire to meet on a Friday evening after classes would have anything to do with a romantic picnic setup out by the lake.

Your gaze moved over the setup: the large picnic blanket, pillows and throws spread across the surface and the basket lying in the middle with a bottle of wine (that you were sure he somehow smuggled in) popping out one side of it.

“You like it?” he asked, though the boy sounded awfully smug like he knew you liked it.

“You’re pretty extraordinary when you try, Black,” you mused, enjoying the way he tugged you closer until your back was pressed against his chest. You leaned back into his embrace, nuzzled against him as his arms tightened around you. “Why the lake?”

“Because it’s a romantic spot.”

You raised your brows. “And the real reason?”

You could feel his grin against your skin as he leaned down to kiss under your jaw. “Maybe I wanted to take a swim with my girl, is that such a crime?”

“I don’t have a costume with me,” you told him with a knowing sigh.

“Guess we are just gonna have to go naked, love,” he whispered, nipping your ear before guiding you towards the blanket.

You were already making yourself comfortable on the blanket as you began to pull at the tie around your neck, unbuttoning the top buttons of your shirt and shedding the robes that had felt heavy all day. You sighed, kicking your shoes off and leaning back against the blanket as you enjoyed the soft breeze that came with the warming, spring weather.

“M’lady,” he handed you a glass of wine, the giddiness radiating off him only infectious as you took the glass along with one of the chocolate strawberries he had laid out.

“It feels weird,” you murmured as you took a bite, tongue darting out to catch the strawberry juices dribbling down your chin.

Sirius raised a brow. “What does?”

“Seeing you be a normal boyfriend,” you said.

He frowned. “I’m not a normal boyfriend?”

“Sirius,” you snorted and shook your head. “You snuck into my room—still as a dog, may I add—to cuddle with me because you were lonely.”

“I missed you,” he shrugged.

“We weren’t dating yet,” you added.

“I had a shy time admitting my feelings,” he retorted, lifting his chin though you could see the hints of a smile growing on his face. “Plus, you always had a soft spot for me when I was a dog.”

“Except when you pissed on my bag,” you grumbled.

“You kept reading, it was offensive.”

“To who?”

“My ego, love. I was sitting next to you all day and you just kept reading,” Sirius huffed, leaning back on his elbows as he took in the sight of you. It wasn’t often you both could share moments like this, out in broad daylight—even if you were far away from the castle—just enjoying each other’s presence and nothing else to distract you.

Sirius Black didn’t think he could ever love silence so much until he shared it with you.

“Your ego is coping just fine,” you assured him, glancing down at the boy who was already staring at you.

“I preferred it when you’d blush and get all flustered around me,” he muttered. “Now you just bully me.”

“It turns you on,” you remarked with a grin.

“Nah, that’s just you, love,” he bit back. “But I do miss how cute you used to blush when you were crushing on me—”

You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t have a crush on you!”

“You practically ogled me all last summer!” he barked out a laugh.

“Maybe I was looking at Remus,” you teased.

His eyes narrowed. “Low blow, darling.”

“Yeah but you like me anyways,” you murmured as you leaned down to press your lips against his. One of his hands slid around your neck, keeping you in his embrace longer than you intended.

“I’m not finished,” his voice was a little whiny when you pulled away.

“Five minutes and then I’m all yours, Black,” you assured him as you slid your shoes back on, heading towards the wooded shrubbery. “It’s your fault you dragged me straight out here before warning me we were going somewhere with no toilets.”

“The ice cream would’ve melted,” he pointed out, a boyish grin on his face as you shot him a look that told him you knew he placed a cooling charm on the basket.

You shook your head. “You truly are a romantic, Sirius Black.”

“Only for you, darling,” he grinned as he watched you disappear into the overgrown bushes and trees.

Sirius leaned back on the blanket, hands tucked under his head as he laid there quite content to just count the passing seconds until you returned as he aimlessly hummed some muggle tune he heard during his last visit to muggle London. What he wasn’t expecting was to hear a familiar voice calling out his name for hundreds of feet in the air.

“OI, PADS! THERE YOU FUCKING ARE!”

It wasn’t easy to make Sirius Black feel fear, but seeing your brother descend from the sky on a broomstick with an unreadable expression on his face came pretty damn close.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you—” James paused, both feet now on the grass and his eyes now focused on the sight in front of him: Sirius sprawled on a tartan blanket with a picket basket and two wine glasses beside him. “—and clearly you’ve been preoccupied.”

Sirius cleared his throat. “Why were you looking for me?”

“I wanted to see if you wanted to get in some laps before dinner,” James said, a grin breaking out on his face. “You didn’t tell me you had a date tonight.”

“I didn’t? Must have slipped my mind,” he laughed off, waving his hand dismissively but he should have known that would not be enough for the boy.

“Who is she?” James asked, eyes glimmering in interest. “Or he? Is it that bloke from—”

“It’s none of your business, Prongs,” Sirius interrupted, knowing the seconds were ticking down until you popped out of the bushes and straight into the eyeline of your brother.

James’ eyes narrowed. “Since when have you ever not made it my business? I know more about you than I care to admit, mate.”

“Consider this me setting boundaries now!”

“You’re being weird,” his friend muttered with a small frown. “But fine. Be dodgy. You’ll probably tell me when you end up getting your ass bitten by the squid like the last time you tried hooking up with a girl in the lake.”

Sirius scoffed. “That never happened!”

“But I sure like telling people it did!” James retorted, his legs kicking off the ground and his broomstick flying through the air before Sirius could even think about standing up.

Sirius watched as your brother’s figure disappeared as he flew beyond the castle, most likely heading towards the quidditch pitch like he said he was. But he didn’t tear his eyes away until he knew for sure James was nowhere nearby and then—only then—did he let out a shaky breath.

“That was close.”

His head snapped around as he watched you step out of the shrubbery, giving him a slightly strained smile as he tugged you down onto his lap.

“You heard him?”

“I could hear him from a mile away,” you snorted in amusement. “He’s gonna find out one day.”

“Do you want to tell him?” Sirius asked cautiously, because truthfully speaking whatever you wanted the boy was willing to give you.

“Not yet,” you murmured, shaking your head. “I wanna enjoy you for myself for a little while longer.”

He grinned. “Well, how can I say no to that?”

…

The second time James almost caught you was purely Sirius’ fault—or at least, that’s what you say. He would disagree.

Assignments and essays were starting to pile up, and between quidditch practice and sneaking around to meet with your boyfriend, you hadn’t devoted near enough time to get your work done. That was why you had decided to spend your weekend in the library—and that was why you had given Sirius a simple rule.

Don’t distract me.

A simple rule. A simple, simple command. Something he should’ve been able to follow for the weekend.

So, of course, in true Sirius Black fashion, he broke the one rule you set.

In his defence, he lasted a lot longer than you expected. It was Sunday afternoon when he finally sauntered into the library, darting through the aisles of books and lingering students before he made his way towards the secluded table you had set yourself up on.

“The bookworm look is kinda hot,” he remarked as he sat himself on the table, just narrowly missing the parchment you had already scribbled your herbology assignment on.

“Watch it,” you muttered, eyebrows furrowed together in concentration.

There was a small moment of silence before your head snapped up, staring at the boy sitting in front of you with wide eyes.

“What are you doing here?” you whisper-yelled, unable to help yourself from glancing around to see if any lingering students this far back in the library had spotted you both yet.

“You know, it’s this funny little thing called missing my girlfriend—”

“I’m serious,” you interrupted.

Sirius couldn’t help but grin. “So am I.”

You shot the boy a look.

“Hey, sorry, sorry,” he murmured and raised his hands in mock surrender. “But I did miss you. I haven’t heard from you all weekend, I was worried. Just wanted to make sure my girl was alive.”

Your face softened. “Don’t start making me swoon when I’m meant to be mad at you, Black.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Is it working?”

“Yes,” you said with a heavy sigh. “But I really have to finish this assignment.”

“Later,” he waved off. “We still have a week.”

“It’s due in two days, love,” you murmured and watched the boy’s eyes widen.

“Huh,” he muttered before he shrugged. “I’m sure I’ll pull something out of my ass in time.”

“You stress me out,” you shook your head.

“But you still keep me around,” Sirius mused as he began to lean down, his eyes locked on your lips and the itching urge to grab your face and kiss you was getting unbearable. It had been too long since he kissed you.

Sirius was mere inches away from your face when a voice sounded behind you.

“Pads?”

Both of your heads swivelled around to find James standing there, eyebrows furrowed together and a piece of folded parchment in hand.

“Hey,” Sirius sang, clearing his throat a little as he quickly shifted back.

“Hey,” James repeated, looking between you and his best friend. “What’s going on here?”

“Take a guess,” you deadpanned as you nodded towards the parchment, quills and ink pots sprawled over the large wooden table.

His eyes moved to Sirius. “And you?”

“I was looking for Moony,” the lie slipped past his lips easily, you would’ve believed him yourself if it weren’t for the fact he had his nose brushing against yours less than a minute ago.

“Right but Moony is doing prefect rounds with Lily,” James muttered.

Sirius blinked. “Oh yeah! So he is. Must’ve slipped my mind.

“And you didn’t think to use this?”

His eyes fell to the parchment in his hand, knowing full well what it was. Sirius cleared his throat again and smiled, “I was in a rush, mate, must’ve forgot about it.”

“Right,” James repeated, something different in his voice.

“Can you both fuck off now? It’s bad enough I had one idiot bothering me before but I need you both,” you piped in, keeping your voice utterly bored as you spoke. Though the annoyance wasn’t totally a lie, you did really need to write your essay.

Whatever James heard in your voice seemed to work as the boy only grinned at you. “I think we make fetching company, don’t you, Pads?”

“I agree, Prongs,” Sirius grinned as he turned to you, ruffling your hair as you tried to bat his hand away. “That’s what I was telling little Potter here. Everyone thinks Moony is the brains in the group, but it’s all a lie.”

“Sure,” you snorted before giving him a shove so he slid off the table. “Off you shoo now, go find Moony.”

“Hey,” James piped jokingly, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “Our Moony, only we get to call him that.”

“Remus lets me,” you retorted.

“Whatever,” your brother grumbled before throwing his arm over Sirius’ shoulders. “We have things to do. Business to attend to.”

“Whatever prank it is, just warn me in advance please. I don’t need permanent pink hair again.”

Both boys just grinned. “Now where’s the fun in that, dear sister?”

…

The third time your brother almost caught you and Sirius had to be the worst situation of the lot.

Sirius hadn’t intended to go home that weekend, it would never be a willing journey back to the one place he felt constricted and restrained and under a constant microscope of judgement. However, when he received the owl with his family’s crest on the envelope, he felt a stronger urge to open it rather than just throw it into a fire like he usually did.

Whatever the letter contained, it was enough to convince Sirius to go home on Friday after his classes ended.

He didn’t want to talk about it when he came back, and you didn’t want to push him when you saw just how drained and exhausted the boy was. He looked like a shell of himself, as he usually did whenever he spent more than five minutes in his mother’s presence.

You hadn’t been able to get him alone since he came back, the boys hounding and cheering him over the last few days until he was starting to look like the Sirius you knew.

Yet, the perfect opportunity arose on a Wednesday evening and you snatched it, because you were selfish and needy and wanted to be alone with your boyfriend after you had spent the last three days pretending to only be causally concerned.

“Fuck,” Sirius moaned, his words vibrating and humming across your bare skin. “That feels good.”

“Good to know you like scratches behind your ear as a dog and a human,” you mused as you dragged your fingers through his hair, nails scratching against his scaly until he was practically purring.

The prefect bathrooms were completely empty of a Wednesday evening—information you came aware of after eavesdropping on a conversation between Remus and Lily where the latter mentioned the weekly prefect meeting would be longer this week than usual—and who were you but a Potter using the resources around you? It was practically screaming your name.

Sirius hadn’t even questioned you as you dragged him through the corridors, marauders map in hand so you could avoid Filch and any other teachers who could catch you. You had barely made it through the doors before Sirius began tugging at your clothes, eager and impatient to get them off.

However, as bouncy and eager as the boy was, he practically melted under your touch when you sank into the hot water, scented bubbles making it easy to just sit back and close your eyes for a moment longer than you intended. It didn’t take long for him to tug you onto his lap, his arms locked around you and his head resting against your chest as lazy murmurs and hushed whispers were shared between you.

“I am a simple wizard to please,” Sirius retorted which caused you to snort. You could feel his smile against your skin.

“There is nothing simple about you, Sirius Black,” you murmured honestly and watched as he lifted his head, eyes clouded with an emotion you couldn’t quite read.

“Does that bother you?” he asked, voice thick with doubt.

“Not at all,” you answered honestly as you took his face in your hands.

His eyes softened. “You mean it?”

“I mean it, baby,” you smiled, leaning down to press a kiss against his lips.

SLAM!

“PADS, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN, MATE?”

It was pure instinct and fast reflexes that had Sirius’ body moving before he even processed his best friend’s voice bouncing off the walls of the prefect bathroom. And it just so happened that his instinct was to dunk your head under the water before James rounded the corner towards the baths and saw you situated on his lap.

“James!” Sirius yelled, wincing a little at the volume of his voice but the other boy didn’t even seem to blink an eye at it.

“Listen, I was thinking we could—”

But Sirius couldn’t focus on a word his friend was saying. Not with you underneath the water, pinching at his thigh and most likely holding your breath by your own account since there wasn’t enough time to mutter a spell before your brother barged through the doors. Not when whatever James was suggesting was the last thing on his mind when he could be spending time with you.

It was his justification for the lie that slipped past his lips.

“Hey Prongs, did you ever find Evans? She was looking for you earlier.”

James’ ramble came to a quick stop, his cheeks flushing a little. “She was?”

“Yeah,” Sirius nodded. “She said it was urgent. Something about Hogsmeade or—”

James didn’t even bother with rambling off an excuse before he was already making his way towards the door. “I have to go! I’ll see you later, mate!”

The second he was out of sight, Sirius tugged you above the surface as you broke through, gasping and coughing a little as you sent your boyfriend a glare.

“Really?” you deadpanned.

“I panicked!” he sputtered out, a sheepish expression on his face. “I’m sorry, love.”

“Next time, I’m dunking you under,” you grumbled under your breath as Sirius pulled you closer, pressing a line of kisses along your neck and jaw, all over your face until he reached your lips.

“You can do whatever you want to me, love,” Sirius murmured against your lips.

“I hate how hard you make it for me to be mad at you,” you sighed.

“Ah, there’s still resistance? I guess I gotta use more convincing tactics,” the boy grinned as your cheeks flushed in response.

Sirius made a mental note to apologise to Lily later. If he remembered.

…

The fourth time your brother almost caught you two was pure, dumb, sheer luck that James wasn’t the first person to walk through the door.

At this point, you were firmly under the impression the universe had it out for you and Sirius. There were far too many close calls over the weeks that had you on edge when all you wanted was to be with your boyfriend without your overbearing brother hovering around the corner.

And the perfect opportunity seemed to fall straight in your lap when Lily dared James that he couldn’t last a weekend muggle camping.

Of course, in true James Potter fashion, the date only grew more exaggerated and everyone began to get roped into the trip until it was a full-on getaway for the whole group.

Which meant it was a perfect opportunity for you and Sirius to hang out freely for the weekend without fear of your brother popping out of nowhere.

“This is nice,” you murmured, face nuzzled against his chest and eyes closed in content.

“The silence?”

“Being able to cuddle with you on an actual bed,” you answered, lips tugging upwards when you felt his chest shaking with his laughter.

“Mark my words, love,” he hummed, arms squeezing around you tighter. “One day we will be able to do this every day.”

“Every day?” you mused. “Plan on keeping me around that long?”

“Not even gonna let you go when you’re sick of me,” he responded, his lips pressed against the top of your head.

It had been easy to convince the group you couldn’t tag along for the weekend getaway, throwing in that you had assignments and tests and you wanted the extra time to study between quidditch practice and games.

Sirius, on the other hand, had a little more difficulty. There was no excuse that would’ve worked for James Potter since he was a relentless, persuading little shit. So, he had to go to extremes and it was a horrible hour of pain and nausea induced from the potion that convinced James he truly was too sick to go.

It had worn off less than ten minutes after the group left, and it had taken less than five minutes after that for Sirius to drag you up to his dorm and pull you against his chest.

“Can we just stay like this all weekend?” you asked, words slightly muffled as you pressed your nose against the soft fabric of his shirt, his smell overwhelming you in the best way possible—pine, cigarettes and a hint of something sweet, like vanilla.

“If you leave this bed for more than five minutes, I would consider it a failure of a perfect weekend,” he retorted and you didn’t even need to lift your head to know he was smirking.

“Five minutes seems dramatic to—“

“It’s fine, James! I can grab the bag! It’s just one bag!”

“Lily, darling, it could be—“

“It’s a bag of clothes, not bricks. Calm down!”

You and Sirius stared at the door, eyes wide as the footsteps approaching got closer and you barely had a chance to even react before the door swung open. You braced yourself to see your brother on the other side, to see you both cuddled up on Sirius’ bed less than an hour since they had left.

You braced yourself for your secret to be exposed.

But when the door hit the wall, it wasn’t James’ shocked face you saw—it was Lily’s.

You blinked at her.

She blinked at the two of you.

There was a pause as you all remained where you were, frozen in place as she took in the sight in front of her.

“I forgot the bag, it’s only fair that I hold it, darling.”

Lily’s lips parted. “What the—“

“Lils? Is everything okay?”

Your face must’ve shown your fear because she paused before answering, eyebrows furrowed together as she mouthed a ‘what?’ at you. But it took less than five seconds of aggressive, incoherent hand gestures before you finally hissed out.

“James doesn’t know!”

Lily’s eyes widened as the realisation hit her too, with your brother now just down the hall and seconds away from entering the dorm room himself. She threw her hands in the air, glancing around the room before she pointed vigorously at a bundle of fabric lying on the trunk at the end of one of the other beds.

It was a comically short time between you diving off the bed, grabbing the invisibility cloak and scrambling to throw it over your head to Lily turning on her heel, grabbing James’ face before he could even walk into the room and kissing him on the lips.

Sirius let out a garbled noise of surprise, blinking and gaping at the sight of his two friends kissing that it completely washed away the dread he felt moments ago from almost being caught.

When Lily eventually pulled away, she looked momentarily shocked at her own decision before clearing her throat.

“You can get the bag,” she said in a slightly high-pitched voice, patting his chest awkwardly a few times before she slid past him and quickly rushed out the room.

James stood there, staring blankly ahead with red cheeks and parted lips.

“You good there, mate?” Sirius asked cautiously, trying to keep his eyes on his friend rather than the spot where you were hidden under the cloak.

“Yeah,” James muttered airily as he moved to grab the duffel bag lying a few feet away, his eyebrows furrowed together slightly before he walked out the room, still in a daze as he did so.

It was a solid few minutes before you finally shrugged the cloak off, looking at the doorway where Lily and James stood moments ago before turning to Sirius who looked just as shocked as you still felt.

“So…” you murmured, letting out a heavy breath. “Lily knows.”

“I think that’s the last thing on Lily’s mind right now,” Sirius commented.

“I’m almost jealous I’m not gonna be on that camping trip now,” you said honestly, thinking of a million different ways you could thank your friend for helping you hide your secret.

“I’m sure Prongs won’t shut up about it when he’s back.”

“Merlin save us now.”

…

The fifth time your brother almost caught you was most definitely your fault. It pained you to admit so, but the blame was firmly placed on your shoulders.

From the second you and James picked up broomsticks at the ages of four and five, Euphemia Potter had taken it upon herself to set up boundaries so her two highly competitive kids wouldn’t fall into the habit of bad sportsmanship and petty sibling arguments.

And in the grand scheme of things, it worked.

No matter what, no matter the outcome or the plays or the results, you and James had a tradition after every quidditch game you played against each other to keep a strong hold on that tradition your mother set up for you when you were younger.

Today’s game would be no different. The game would play, one team would win and then you’d meet James outside the changing rooms to hangout with ice cream and cookies and whatever sweet treats you could get your hands on.

It had been the tradition for years, and it continued when James became Gryffindor’s star chaser and you became one of Slytherin’s best beaters.

But this game was a little different, not that your brother or anyone else in the school knew. It was different because you were more restless than usual before the game. It was different because what was usually a close game ended up with Slytherin a good hundred odd points clear with their win. It was different because the second the Slytherin changing room was empty, you had dragged Sirius inside without a single care about how risky you were being.

You were riding the high of the victory, body buzzing with need and adrenaline and sinking your fingers into your boyfriend’s hair whilst he pressed you up against the lockers and kissed you senseless seemed like a pretty damn good way to celebrate your win.

“I shouldn’t be this attracted to you when you just humiliated my house out there,” he muttered against your neck, his hands pulling at the quidditch leathers you wore in desperate need to feel your skin against his. “Not very loyal of me, or redeeming for my house spirit.”

“Or maybe you’re seeing that green is much better,” you teased, tugging his hair until his eyes found yours again. “I think you’d look pretty hot with my name on your back, Black.”

“Fuck house loyalty, boyfriend brownie points are more important,” Sirius grumbled before kissing you, hands squeezing your thighs when you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Your hands were already making move of undoing the buttons of his shirt, more than ready to tear his clothes off and have him fuck you up against the lockers just like you had been fantasising about the second you saw his smug face on the Gryffindor bleachers with red and gold stripes painted on his cheeks. You wanted to make him moan and whine and whimper in the Slytherin changing rooms like you owned him (because truthfully, you did and he would have been more than happy to play along).

But that finicky little tradition came to bite you in the ass at the worst possible time.

Three knocks rapped against the changing room door before you heard your brother’s voice on the other side, calling out your name and asking if you were ready.

Your eyes widened, your hands on his chest as you pushed Sirius away before muttering a string of curses under your breath. You didn’t give him a chance to even start panicking before you were shoving him into a locker, slamming the door shut and pressing your back against it before you called James in.

“Congratulations,” James greeted, walking in with a softer smile on his face than most people were used to. “You guys killed it out there today.”

You raised your brows. “You’re not salty?”

“Only a little,” James shrugged with a dramatic sigh. “Guess I’ll just have to thrash your ass next time.”

You snorted. “Good luck doing that.”

“You don’t think I will?” James questioned, that competitive spark in his chest flaring a little. And you knew because you were just the same,

“Oh I know—”

ACHOO!

James frowned, eyebrows furrowed as he glanced around the changing rooms. “Is there someone else in here?”

You flashed him a confused look, pretending your head wasn’t beating a million miles an hour. “Hm?”

“Someone just sneezed,” James said.

“Did they? I didn’t hear anything,” you shrugged.

His frown deepened. “It sounded like it was—”

“I think the loss is getting to your head, making you hallucinate nonsense,” you teased your older brother before you waved him off. “Let me just change out of my jersey and I’ll meet you outside in five minutes.”

His confusion was still evident on his face as he nodded, muttering a response before he glanced around the changing room one more time. He shook his head, letting out a sigh before he left the room, muttering away to himself as he did so.

When the changing room doors swung closer, you yanked the locker door open and watched your boyfriend stumble out of the small space.

“Really?”

“I can’t control my allergies, love!”

“Do you think he bought it?”

Sirius snorted. “With your acting skills? Probably not, sweetheart. But you better get going before he gets even more suspicious.”

You groaned but didn’t disagree, making quick move to change out of your quidditch gear—slapping Sirius’ hands away as you did so—before you rushed out to complete the tradition with your brother like you planned.

Sirius snuck out the Slytherin changing rooms ten minutes later, much to the amusement of the students who did spot him.

…

The one time James finally caught you and Sirius hadn’t played out the way you expected, though that was mostly due to the fact he didn’t really catch you at all.

It was a simple miscount and muscle memory that led to your relationship with your brother’s best friend being exposed.

The Potter Manor was not an unusual place for everyone to convene during the summer months. Euphemia and Fleamont Potter adored their children’s friends like they were an extension of their family, and they loved to have the manor bustling with rambunctious teens during the hot, summer days. It made their house feel more like a home.

This year was no different as one by one, each of their friends arrived at the manor to enjoy blissful weeks of freedom and stress-free days before they returned to Hogwarts in the autumn. Sirius was no different, more than eager to get away from his family home and live under a roof he didn’t fear to be himself.

And as much as he adored James and his other friends, he was eager to see you too. It had been weeks of letters and secret calls through the fireplace that had got you both through the weeks apart until he finally visited. He wanted to see his girl but it was truly the universe’s irony that the only time he would get to see you was when everyone you both cared about seemed to be living in the same house.

The first few days had been chaotic in themselves, everyone simply eager to catch up and hang out and sit out in the large garden behind the Potter Manor until the sun had firmly set and Euphemia was calling them all in.

But Sirius was itching to have you in his arms again and you were just the same. So when you had slipped him a note, a number scrawled on the paper of how many doors down your room was from his, he was eager to sneak out that night.

The manor was silent, barely a noise sounded through the whole house when Sirius slid out of his room just minutes after two in the morning. He whispered a soft ‘lumos’ under his breath as he used his wand as a guide, making his way down the hallway with soft steps. He counted each door as he passed them, stopping short when he reached yours.

He quickly slipped his wand into the back of his sweatpants, quietly turning the door handle and opening the door enough for him to slide inside before closing it behind him. The room was dark and even when he squinted, it was difficult to make out anything beyond the bed a few feet away from him with a trunk at the foot and a broom sprawled across the top. He noted the dresser and wardrobe on the other side of the room, but his attention was focused on the lump lying under the sheets.

Sirius smiled to himself as he made his way towards the bed, knees pressed against the mattress as he leaned over to softly shake you. “Hey baby.”

“Pads?”

“James?!”

There was a moment of silence before he heard the noise of sheets rustling and a small click before a bedside lamp was turned on, and he was met with the very confused face of his best friend staring back at him.

“Mate, did you just call me baby?”

“Uh,” Sirius’s lips parted as he gaped at his friend, mind reeling with the stupid mistake he had just made. “I didn’t realise this was your room, I thought it was—”

James’ eyebrows furrowed together. “Thought it was who’s?”

“Mine!” he blurted out.

James blinked sleepily in response, trying to string everything together. “What? Why are you acting so weird?”

“I’m not acting weird, Prongs, you are,” the boy scoffed, clearing his throat a little before he took a few steps away from the bed. “Anyways, I’m gonna go to bed—”

“Woah, woah,” James grumbled as he pushed the sheets off his body, moving to stand up too. “You can’t sneak around, call someone baby and not tell me what the fuck is going on? Are you seeing someone in the group?”

Sirius was silent.

James’ eyes widened in delight. “And you didn’t tell me? Dude, what the hell? Who is it? Does anyone else know? Is it Marlene? Mary? Dorcas? Fuck, is it Moony? You two always were kinda flirty—”

Sirius remained silent.

“C’mon, Pads, you gotta tell me!” James whined, though there was an eager smile on his face. “The only other people on this floor beside me and you is Evans but there’s no way she’d go for you, and—”

Sirius flashed a sheepish smile.

“Sirius,” James said in a low voice. “Who’s room were you sneaking into?”

“Mate—”

“THAT’S MY LITTLE SISTER, SIRIUS!”

Sirius winced a little, the words getting stuck in his throat as he extended his hands out towards his friend. But James didn’t give him a chance to explain himself before he pinched Sirius by his ear, dragging him out the room to the one next over and barged inside without even bothering to knock.

You shot up from the bed, your lips parting when you saw your brother burst through the door with Sirius by his side.

“James—”

“Really? My best friend? You’re trying to steal my best friend from me?” James exclaimed, not a single care in the world at the fact it was three in the morning.

You let out a shaky laugh. “That is not the case—”

“And you!” James continued, turning to look at his friend who was trying to soothe his pinched earlobe with a small frown. “How could you, mate! My little sister! You know she isn’t allowed to date until she’s thirty-two!”

You scoffed. “Nobody agreed to that rule.”

“I did!” James retorted, his voice a little high pitched as he glanced between you both. “Merlin, I can’t believe this betrayal.”

“James—” you started but the boy didn’t let you continue.

“A betrayal I say!”

You rolled your eyes, fingertips pressed against your temple as your brother continued to theatrically throw his arms in the air, truly living up to his name as the most dramatic Potter sibling.

“And I thought he was bad when Mum told him she was making Shepherd's pie instead of Sunday roast last week,” you grumbled to yourself, shoving your duvet off before you slid off the bed and moved closer to both boys. “Jamie, it’s really not that big of a deal—”

“He’s Sirius Black!” James spluttered like that was a solid enough reason.

“Yeah, and I love her, mate!” Sirius yelled back.

There was a pause as both Potter siblings stared at the boy with very different expressions, making Sirius squirm a little under the intense focus.

“You love her?”

“You love me?”

“Yeah, well,” Sirius cleared his throat, his hand scratching the nape of his neck nervously. “This wasn’t exactly the way I wanted to say it, y’know?”

Your eyes softened, pressing your lips to hold back the grin that wanted to spread over your face. “I love you too, baby.”

“Bleh,” James gagged. “I don’t know if this is cute or disgusting.” There was a pause. “Yeah, no, definitely disgusting.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled and reached over to whack his arm. “Lily thinks we’re cute.”

“EVANS KNOWS?!”

“What in the bloody hell is going on in here?” A voice sounded from the doorway, three heads turning around to see Euphemia Potter standing there in her dressing gown and slippers, hands on her hips. “It’s three in the morning, why aren’t any of you asleep?”

“They are trying to sleep together!” James blurted out as he pointed between you and Sirius.

“James!”

“Prongs!”

Euphemia glanced between the three of you, looking unamused. “Yes, honey, that’s what tends to happen when you’re in a relationship.”

James blinked. “You knew too?”

“Your father and I had our suspicions,” Euphemia stated with a shrug, though there was a knowing smile on her lips. “I won the bet. Your father thought your sister would have gone for Remus. He clearly never saw the way Sirius looked at her, even when you were all younger.”

Sirius’ cheeks burned but he didn’t deny it.

“I–” James started again but his mother shot him a look.

“Let your sister live, James,” she said in a pointed tone. “I am sure your sister knows how to be safe and use a contraceptive spell–”

“Mum!” you blanched, arms wrapped around yourself in hopes you could curl into your own body to avoid the embarrassment of the situation.

“Oh stop being such a prude!” Euphemia waved you off before nodding her head towards her eldest. “Leave them alone, you can wail about it in the morning at a more reasonable hour.”

“But—”

“Bed, James. Don’t make me repeat myself,” she said and watched as the boy shuffled out the room, heading back towards his room. She then turned to look at you and Sirius, a warm smile on her face. “Whilst I am happy for you both, I don’t want grandchildren just yet.”

Sirius coughed to cover his laugh. “Of course not, ma’am.”

“Don’t be silly, Sirius, you’re a part of the family more so than before now,” Euphemia grinned as she reached for the door handle, ready to close the door behind her. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t shatter you if you hurt my little girl.”

“I would expect nothing less from you,” Sirius admitted with a nod.

“Goodnight. Don’t be too loud, you may scar your brother.”

“Mum!” you huffed, listening to her laugh cheerily as she headed back down the hallway towards her own room. You then turned to Sirius who was already looking at you, something unreadable on his face. “Guess the cat’s out of the bag, huh?”

“You really love me back?” he asked in a soft voice, his hands finding your waist like magnets.

“Of course I do,” you answered with a smile, one hand pressed over his racing heart and the other cupping his face. “You’ve weasled your way into my heart, Black.”

“I intend to stay there for a while,” he told you.

“Good. You can start by being the big spoon.”

Sirius snorted. “Always, love.”

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All the music you didn’t hear: The Good Omens soundtrack is lying to you. *Part2*

The Bonkers Meta Series 2: Electric Boogaloo. This week on the chopping block: The official Good Omens 2 soundtrack album!

Part 1 l Part 2

If you, like me, have absolutely no respect for your time (or your 2023 Spotify Wrapped) and are willing to sit with the show and the David Arnold score album running side by side to match up all the songs, then you too can find out what I did: exactly 6 songs in the album go off the rails in the show in a very specific way. And you know what they say about a song…

So let’s break these misbehaving songs down, shall we?

A Bell Tolls for Thee

There are SO MANY DAMN BELLS in season 2. I think the sound department might have had a competition going. But I want to show you the bells that happen in the music of the show, but not in the album.

Specifically, there are tubular bells all over the score in David Arnold’s orchestration in season 2 (and some in season 1). It’s an instrument used throughout classical music to represent grandfather clocks or church bells, signalling time passing, like striking the hour. But, this season has done something devious: it sets up your expectation by putting tubular bells in all the regular places in the score, so that you notice less when they whack a big tubular bell ring in a place where it should not be, at a key moment in the story.

Feel free to go back and listen to these time codes in the show, it’s going to become obvious real fast.

S2E1 - 14:55 l Song : Into Soho Aziraphale answers the door to a naked Gabriel, and recognizes him for the first time. A bell rings once.

If you listen closely to the album version, David Arnold recorded a beautiful and uplifting ending to this track. Too bad we never get to hear it in the show, it splits off into a bell toll and then a reorchestration. We never hear the end!

S2E1 - 42:30 l Song : Tiny Miracle Aziraphale & Crowley perform a class-A miracle, and Crowley pokes the barrier with his finger. A bell rings twice.

Same thing for Tiny Miracle! The ending of the song in the album we never get to hear in the show, it gets interrupted by 2 tubular bell tolls and another reorchestration of other music.

S2E3 - 33:59 l Song : Reprise - Something Terrible Aziraphale considers the statue of Gabriel in his present day trip to Edinburgh. A bell rings three times.

This one starts from silence with 3 bell tolls as a reprise of “Something terrible” starts just after it. The second and third bells are woven into the music on beats they never appear in those bars on the recording.

S2E4 - 38:00 l Song : Zombie Dressing Room Shax asks Beelzebub for permission to attack the bookshop. A bell rings four times.

This one is extra weird (see my first music post). Even though we stretch out Zombie Dressing Room way after the dressing room scene is over and into the Shax in hell scene, it still manages to work in 4 new tubular bell rings that aren’t there in the score, and we never hear the same ending as on the album.

S2E5 - 00:05 - 10:14 l Song : Reprise - Something Terrible Shax requisitions troops and gathers her legion. A bell rings five times.

This one is tricky because Shax’s scene in hell is cut up 5 times, but you probably see where this is going: every time we cut back to Shax there’s a new bell rings once that wasn’t in the recording.

S2E5 - 29:56 l Song : Shax Shax arrives from Hell in the elevbator to attack the bookshop. A bell rings six times.

This is the last time in the season when we hear extra tubular bells. In a pretty bizarre turn of events, the demons Shax has mustered have walked in from down the street, but Shax takes the elevator to arrive at the bookshop. What a way to treat your troops. In any case, we get a final song that doesn’t get the ending it deserves, and gets cut off in favour of a reprise.

Taco Bell: Live Confused So why put so much effort into signalling these 6 specific actions with bell tolls? The first three are clearly Aziraphale & Crowley related, while the second three are Shax related. (All the Shax actions accompanied by bells have flashing lights above Shax.) Could this be a way of signalling we are halfway to the second coming, 6 hours until midnight on the armageddon clock? Or something else entirely?

Every time we hear the added bells, the soundtrack in the show deviates from the planned endings written for the album. Are these mistakes in the timeline, that were never supposed to happen in the ineffable plan? I guess we'll all be listening together for tubular bells in season 3... -------------------------------- Thanks to @embracing-the-ineffable for the encouragement, and the Ineffable detective agency for all their hard work. Part 1 is here!

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Social Security is class war, not intergenerational conflict

Today, Tor.com published my latest short story, "The Canadian Miracle," set in the world of my forthcoming (Nov 14) novel, The Lost Cause. I am serializing this one on my podcast! Here's part one.

The very instant the Social Security Act was passed in 1935, American conservatives (in both parties) began lobbying to destroy it. After all, a reserve army of forelock-tugging plebs and family retainers won't voluntarily assemble themselves – they need to be goaded into it by the threat of slowly starving to death in their dotage.

They're at it again (again). The oligarch-thinktank industrial complex has unleashed a torrent of scare stories about Social Security's imminent insolvency, rehearsing the same shopworn doom predictions that they've been repeating since the Nixonite billionaire cabinet member Peter G Peterson created a "foundation" to peddle his disinformation in 2008:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I.O.U.S.A.

Peterson's go-to tactic is convincing young people that all the Social Security money they're paying into the system will be gobbled up by already-wealthy old people, leaving nothing behind for them. Conservatives have been peddling this ditty since the 1930s, and they're still at it – in the pages of the New York Times, no less:

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/10/26/opinion/social-security-medicare-aging.html

The Times has become a veritable mouthpiece for this nonsense, publishing misleading and nonsensical charts and data to support the idea that millennials are losing a generational war to boomers, who will leave the cupboard bare:

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/10/27/opinion/aging-medicare-social-security.html

As Robert Kuttner writes for The American Prospect, this latest rhetorical assault on Social Security is timed to coincide with the ascension of the GOP House's new Speaker, Mike Johnson, who makes no secret of his intention to destroy Social Security:

https://prospect.org/economy/2023-10-31-debunking-latest-attack-social-security/

The GOP says it wants to destroy Social Security for two reasons: first, to promote "choice" by letting us provide for our own retirement by flushing even more of our savings into the rigged casino that is the stock market; and second, because America doesn't have enough dollars to feed and house the elderly.

But for the New York Times' audience, they've figured out how to launder this far-right nonsense through the language of social justice. Rather than condemning the impecunious olds for their moral failing to lay the correct bets in the stock market, Social Security's opponents paint the elderly as a gerontocratic elite, flush with cash that rightfully belongs to the young.

To support this conclusion, they throw around statistics about how house-rich the Boomers are, and how much consumption they can afford. But as Kuttner points out, the Boomers' real-estate wealth comes not from aggressive house-flipping, but from merely owning a place to live. America's housing bubble means that younger people can't afford this basic human necessity, but the answer to that isn't making old people homeless – it's providing a lot more housing, and banning housing speculation:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/06/06/the-rents-too-damned-high/

It's true that older people are doing a lot of consumption spending – but the bulk of that spending isn't on cruises to Alaska to see the melting glaciers, it's on health care. Old people aren't luxuriating in their joint replacements and coronary bypasses. Calling this "consumption" is deliberately misleading.

But as Kuttner points out, there's another, more important point to be made about inequality in America – the most significant wealth gap in America is between workers and owners, not young people and old people. The "average" Boomer's net worth factors in the wealth of Warren Buffett and Donald Trump. Older renters are more rent-burdened and precarious than younger renters, and most older Americans have little to no retirement savings:

https://www.forbes.com/sites/teresaghilarducci/2023/10/28/the-new-york-times-greedy-geezer-myth/

Less than one percent of Social Security benefits go to millionaires – that's because the one percent constitute one percent of the population. It's right there in the name. The one percent are politically and economically important, but that's because they are low in numbers. Giving Social Security benefits to everyone over 65 will not result in a significant outlay to the ultra-wealthy, because there aren't many ultra-wealthy people in America. The problem of inequality isn't the expanding pool of rich people, it's the explosion of wealth for a contracting pool of rich people.

If conservatives were serious about limiting the grip of these "undeserving" Social Security recipients on our economy and its politics, they'd advocate for interitance taxes (which effectively don't exist in America), not the abolition of Social Security. The problem of wealth in America is that it is establishing permanent dynasties which are incompatible with social mobility. In other words, we have created a new hereditary aristocracy – and its corollary, a new hereditary peasantry:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/06/19/dynastic-wealth/#caste

Hereditary aristocracies are poisonous for lots of reasons, but one of the most pressing problems they present is political destabilization. American belief in democracy, the rule of law, and a national identity is q function of Americans' perception of fairness. If you think that your kids can't ever have a better life than you, if you think that the cops will lock you up for a crime for which a rich person would escape justice, then why obey the law? Why vote? Why not cheat and steal? Why not burn it all down?

The wealthy put a lot of energy into distracting us from this question. Just lately, they've cooked up a gigantic panic over a nonexistent wave of retail theft:

https://www.techdirt.com/2023/10/31/the-retail-theft-surge-that-isnt-report-says-crime-is-being-exaggerated-to-cover-up-other-retail-issues/

Meanwhile, the very real, non-imaginary, accelerating, multi-billion-dollar plague of wage theft is conspicuously missing from the public discourse, despite a total that dwarfs all retail theft in America by an order of magnitude:

https://fair.org/home/wage-theft-is-built-into-the-business-models-of-many-industries/

America does have a property crime crisis, but it's a crisis of wage-theft, not shoplifting. Likewise, America does have a retirement crisis: it's a crisis of inequality, not intergenerational conflict.

Social Security has been under sustained assault since its inception, and that's in large part due to a massive blunder on the part of FDR. Roosevelt believed that people would be more protective of Social Security if they thought it was funded by their taxes: "we bought it, it's ours." But – as FDR well knew – that's not how government spending works.

The US government can't run out of US dollars. The US government doesn't get its dollars for spending from your taxes. The US government spends money into existence and taxes it out of existence:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/12/14/situation-normal/#mmt

A moment's thought will reveal that it has to be this way. The US government (and its fiscal agents, chartered banks) are the only source of dollars. How can the US tax dollars away from earners unless it has first spent those dollars into the economy?

The point of taxation isn't to fund programs, it's to reduce the private sector's spending power so that there are things for sale to the public sector. If we only spent money into the economy but didn't take any out of the economy, the private sector would have so many dollars to spend that any time the government tried to buy something, there'd be a bidding war that would result in massive price spikes.

When a government runs a "balanced budget," that means that it has taxed as much out of the economy as it put into the economy at the start of the year. When a government runs a "surplus," that means it's left less money in the economy at the end of the year than there was at the beginning of the year. This is fine if the economy has contracted overall, but if the economy stayed constant or grew, that means there are fewer dollars chasing more goods and services, which leads to deflation and all kinds of toxic outcomes, like borrowing more bank-created money, which makes the finance sector richer and the real economy poorer.

Of course, most governments run "deficits" – which is another way of saying that they leave more dollars in the economy at the end of the year than there was at the start of the year, or, put another way, a deficit probably means that your economy got bigger, so it needed more dollars.

None of this means that governments can spend without limit. But it does mean that governments can buy anything that's for sale in their own currency. There are a lot of goods for sale in US dollars, both goods that are produced domestically and goods from abroad (this is why it's such a big deal that most of the world's oil is priced in dollars).

Governments do have to worry about getting into bidding wars with the private sector. To do that, governments come up with ways of reducing the private sector's spending power. One way to do that is taxes – just taking money away from us at the end of the year and annihilating it. Another way is to ration goods – think of WWII, or the direct economic interventions during the covid lockdowns. A third way is to sell bonds, which is just a roundabout way of getting us to promise not to spend some of our dollars for a while, in return for a smaller number of dollars in interest payments:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/04/08/howard-dino/#payfors

FDR knew all of this, but he still told the American people that their taxes were funding Social Security, thinking that this would protect the program. This backfired terribly. Today, Democrats have embraced the myth that taxes fund spending and join with their Republican counterparts in insisting that all spending must be accompanied by either taxes or cuts (AKA "payfors").

These Democrats voluntarily put their own policymaking powers in chains, refusing to take any action on behalf of the American people unless they can sell a tax increase or a budget cut. They insist that we can't have nice things until we make billionaires poor – which is the same as saying that we can't have nice things, period.

There are damned good reasons to make billionaires poor. The legitimacy of the American system is incompatible with the perception that wealth and power are fixed by birth, and that the rich and powerful don't have to play by the rules.

The capture of America's institutions – legislatures, courts, regulators – by the rich and powerful is a ghastly situation, and to reverse it, we'll need all the help we can get. Every hour that Americans spend worrying about their how they'll pay their rent, their medical bills, or their student loans is an hour lost to the fight against oligarchy and corruption.

In other words, it's not true that we can't have nice things until we get rid of billionaires – rather, we can't get rid of billionaires until we have nice things.

This is the premise of my next novel, The Lost Cause, which comes out on November 14; it's set in a world where care and solidarity have unleashed millions of people on the project of maintaining the habitability of our planet amidst the polycrisis:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865939/the-lost-cause

It's a fundamentally hopeful book, and it's already won praise from Naomi Klein, Rebecca Solnit, Bill McKibben and Kim Stanley Robinson. I wrote it while thinking through and researching these issues. Conservatives want us to think that we can't do better than this, that – to quote Margaret Thatcher – "there is no alternative." Replacing that narrative is critical to the kinds of mass mobilizations that our very survival depends on.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/intergenerational-warfare/#five-pound-blocks-of-cheese

This Saturday (Nov 4), I'm keynoting the Hackaday Supercon in Pasadena, CA.

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ppnuggiex · 9 months

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Howdy! I saw requests were open, but if not then please do ignore this one!

It's kinda crack? But mostly angst to comfort, essentially something goes wrong in reader's alchemy class and they get hit by an extremely strong spell that makes it seem as if they're dead, but really they're just in a super deep sleep. So once the spell wears off, they wake up right in the middle of their own funeral cuz everyone thought they were dead. Gender neutral pronouns for the reader with riddle, kalim, malleus and floyd as the love interests! In headcanon format as well pretty please!

　　　　　　TWST x gn reader

　　　　『　riddle ,, kalim ,, malleus ,, floyd ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> reader gets hit w/ heavy deep sleep spell n characters think theyre dead

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack ,, a bit of angst

　　— this ended up being a little more on the humorous side 😭

- kalim

| • hes so distraught ,, hands on his head as he freaks out and shakes you violently . jamil finds out and facepalms . mr crewel told him nothing was wrong ,, to just give you time but kalim couldnt .

| • he swore you had died ,, and because of that he done held a big fancy funeral . he done invited all the dorms and everything .

| • you woke up when he was in the middle of talking about how you were such a nice and loving partner ,, how he wished you didnt have to die this soon .

| • get this man a tissue bc he starts bawling when you whip that coffin open .

- riddle

| • hes a bit more calmer than kalim in this situation ,, taking care of you whilst you sleep . but he always felt like something was off .

| • that was until one day he went to check up on you ,, your skin was oddly cold and he couldnt feel your breathe or see your chest move when you did breathe .

| • he may or may not have panicked at that point ,, checking your pulse and not feeling anything .

| • riddle thought the spell done killed you then ,, after all you didnt have any sort of resistance to magic so it was a possibility .

| • cue him tending your funeral and trying his best not to start crying in front of all those people .

| • you were his partner ,, his life and joy and now youre gone . or so he thought until you threw that coffin door open and smacked the person speaking right in the face .

| • and standing up in the coffin and falling face first out .

- malleus

| • bro acted the same as kalim . he did not stop to think about checking your pulse or anything . his immediate reaction was that you died . and all the sudden it started to rain very hard .

| • he starts acting like a child who lost his mom ,, panicking and shaking your body as much as he could .

| • then he pulls out some shakespeare typa shit ,, going on about how woe is me ,, my beloved hath died ,, taking from his grip as your soul was dragged away from him .

| • he has a small funeral for you ,, ready to speak for you when a miracle happens .

| • you awaken !! malleus is so shocked he gets a little teary eyed ,, running over and making sure youre okay before getting all baby girl .

| • in the end you walk out carrying him bridal style whilst sebek is fretting over his image .

- floyd

| • he thought this was one of those pranks people do to their pets . where you record yourself pretending to be dead to see what your cat does or something .

| • so he kinda ,, kicked you a few times and is all like ,, wake up shrimpy this isnt funny .

| • then jade has to break the news of the possibility you mightve been struck too harshly by the potion and maybe youre just ,, yknow ,, passed on .

| • floyd refuses to believe it ,, you couldnt have left him . you wouldnt do that to him . you wouldnt abandon him like that .

| • as much as he hates to admit it ,, he definitely cried a bit that night . he shows up for the funeral ,, still in disbelief youre dead .

| • but boooyy is he whipped when you ended up being asleep . he doesnt care who’s there ,, he runs over and rips you out that coffin so fast .

| • blames you for worrying and leaving him ,, and makes you promise not to do something like that again .

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widow-maximov · 7 months

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Parenting Miracle

Pairing: Wanda x Fem!Reader

Warning: tooth rotting, fluff, mention of death, little bit of angst, happy ending.

Summary: Ending up widowed with a kid was never in your cards. Will moving away solve your issues?

Word count: 6.7k

My requests are always open so feel more than welcome to pop in a suggestion for the next story :3

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This is definitely not how you imagined your life to end up like. Being a parent was never in your cards..- Let me rephrase. Being an alone parent was never in your cards.

After your wives passing, you were devastated. Understandably so, you lost your wife in a tragic accident and you were left with your daughter to raise.

It was a horrible timing but for the better of your daughter you had to be strong. So, the past 7 years, as she grew up you knew you needed a fresh start.

Somewhere that doesn't remind you of your late wife. You knew you had to break the news to your daughter and the surrounding family.

But at the same time, you knew they would understand. Somehow, even your sister decided to move away with you, to help you settle and have your daughter be comfortable with someone she knew around.

You agreed and just like that, you moved. Obviously it took a little longer than just like that. But you managed and felt very proud of yourself for being able to do all of this.

You were glad that your sister went with you. She was with Talia whilst you worked very hard. It was slightly exhausting but with almost a year behind you.

You managed to secure yourself a place in the company, getting paid well enough with your experience that you did hybrid work. Sometimes being at the company, sometimes at home.

But it was mostly at home since you had to take care of your daughter. Even though you lived here almost a full year, you never took notice of the neighbours.

Until your sister stopped taking Talia to school, and it was now your responsibility. You never even knew Talia even made friends that lived close by.

It was until you were busy in your office when you heard quiet chatting. You were confused so naturally you went to check it out.

You found your daughter on a stool, talking over the balcony to two boys. You raised your brows at her and cleared your throat. Causing the younger girl to look over at you.

"Hello mommy." She spoke as she smiled at the sight of you.

You walked up to her as you placed your hand on her back and kissed the top of her head. "Who are you talking to?"

Her attention turned to the two boys that were smiling wide at you from the other side of the gap that separated your balcony from theirs. "That's Tommy and Billy. They are both from my class."

You hummed, as they muttered a hello to you. "Well, nice to meet you boys, but unfortunately I will have to take Talia away, she has some homework to do."

They whined in disappointment but that's how life was. Just as you were about to let Talia get off the stool. Tommy's light bulb lit up as he quickly blurted out. "Can we go outside to the park tomorrow, so she is done with homework and rested?"

You could see how her eyes lit up at the idea. She looked up at you with so much hope that you would agree. You couldn't disagree, even if you had a meeting tomorrow, you could just not attend it.

So you agreed. Though you never met Tommy's or Billy's parents, you hoped they were just as mannered as the boys. "Alright then, we will be at the park across the street after lunch."

They all cheered, and that brought pure joy to your heart. You managed to pull Talia away from the cheers and made her focus on her homework.

It wasn't anything hard, just some easy math that the teacher set. You wanted that done for her so she was ready and rested for the next day.

And that's what was happening, she was too excited that almost every time she asked if it was the time to go. All morning and all through lunch.

Almost nearly rushed out the door before getting fully clothed for the weather. But you couldn't do anything about it, you loved seeing her excitement.

As you settled down on the bench near by, watching as your daughter rushed towards the slides, as you both awaited the arrival of the boys and their parents.

You took your phone out as you quickly typed out an email and sent it. Before you knew it, there were cheers and screams that pulled your attention towards the boys reuniting with Talia.

You smiled at the sight, but that short lived when a voice made its way to your ears. "Aren't they just cute?"

You looked over, seeing the most beautiful woman that could've sat next to you. She looked at you at no response, smiling ever so gently towards you.

Her hand reached out as she spoke up again. "Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Wanda. Wanda Maximoff, Tommy's and Billy's mom."

You almost forgot how to speak, but you managed to pull yourself together. "Y/n Y/l/n. Talia's mom."

"Right.. So the other woman is..?" She asked as she slightly narrowed her eyes in curiosity.

You chuckled softly as you knew she meant your sister. "If you mean the redhead, she's my sister. She has been taking care of Talia until recently."

Wanda hummed in acknowledgement. "Well, I'm glad to finally meet you Mrs L/n"

You shook your head. "Please, call me Y/n. I'm not married." Yeah it because you were widowed.

"Well in that case, call me Wanda." She was polite just like you hoped the boys parents would be.

Her eyes dropped to your hand that had a ring but decided against asking. She only just met you, yet the feeling of wanting to know everything about you lingered.

Before you could say anything, Talia rushed over with the boys. "Mommy! Mommy!"

You looked over to check for any injuries. "Yes, darling?"

"There is an ice cream truck. Can we get ice cream?" She begged with those little puppy eyes.

"Isn't it a little cold for ice cream?" You asked but you knew her response.

"Well, we can take them to Tommy's and Billy's house." She came right out with it, putting you in this position of not really know how to get out of it.

"I don't think we should barge into Wanda's house like that." You spoke softly to your daughter, dusting off some leaves that got stuck to her coat.

She pouted a little bit and so did the boys. Wanda jumped into rescue. "How about after school on Monday, we can have ice cream and we watch a movie?"

They beamed at Wanda's words, almost ecstatic at the idea. You smiled at Talia. Her little cute jumps at the thought of spending more time with the boys.

She turned to you as she hugged you. "You are the best mommy in the entire world."

Now you couldn't say no to her, besides this could be a good opportunity to get to know Wanda better. They all ran off to continue their little play date.

"So? are you going to come?" She asked, just to confirm that you were definitely coming.

"Yeah, I don't think I got much to do at the office anyway, so I am free." Your eyes met hers, there was a slight beam of joy at your words.

"Perfect, I will have everything prepared then." She said with a much more happier tone.

You looked at the time on your watch, seeing a message that popped up. You frowned slightly as you took your phone out. "Ah shit.."

You looked up at her, before standing up. Shoving the phone in your pocket. "Look, I hate to cut things short. But my sister doesn't have any transport back home, so I have to go get her."

Wanda smiled in understandment. "I get it, my brother does the same almost all the time."

The slight worry disappeared at her words. She wasn't mad, she was understanding you. She wasn't going to scold you for having to ran away, she was happy to even have met you.

"Thank you." You breathed out before turning and calling Talia over with the boys chasing after her.

"Look kid, we have to go, but we are going to Miss Wanda's house on Monday so you can play with the boys then." You explained, and even though she was a little sad.

Her little hand slipped into yours before she spoke up. "Thank you Miss Wanda for letting Billy and Tommy to play with me."

You watched Wanda's reaction and it almost made your heart beat out of your chest at it. She smiled widely at Talia. "That's alright, I'm glad Tommy and Billy have you as their friend. They only speak about you all the time."

You didn't even know she had such an impact on the boys lives. It was a moment like this that made you feel glad that you moved. Wanda looked up at you with a warm smile.

"Okay, we have to go before your aunt blows up my phone." You had to cut it short even if you didn't want to.

But before yous walked off, Billy and Tommy hugged Talia and muttered a see you soon. Letting her hand reunite with yours as you both made your way back to your car.

After finally finding your sister and coming back home a little while later. Getting to put Talia to sleep and having a breather with your sister.

She was sitting on the counter as she observed you. "So Talia told me about her little play date at the park today."

You hummed as you kept scrolling down your phone, hearing what she was saying yet not paying much attention. Before your sister made another comment.

"Meaning you had the chance to meet Wanda.." She stopped right at the end when your eyes met hers, in a curious look.

"Yeah, so what about it?" You asked, as you grabbed your cup of coffee that you have been sipping on for the past half an hour.

"Well?" She stopped as if you could read her mind on what she wanted you to say. She huffed. "Come on, you can’t tell me that this woman doesn’t have the looks of a goddess."

You rolled your eyes at her words and looked back at your phone again. This wasn’t the conversation you wanted to have.

"You would be crazy to not admit it Y/n." She spoke up again to get your attention.

"Yeah I can admit she’s pretty but you already know my opinion on this subject" You mumbled it out as you kept scrolling, not even paying attention to what you are suppose to be reading.

"Your opinion sucks, you have a chance to find yourself a new partner and you’re stuck with your way." She spoke up but before she could think twice on what she said.

Your eyes shot up at her. "What do you mean I’m stuck in my ways? Valkyrie is dead, Natasha. My wife is dead and I am simply still processing how to live without her."

She sighed at your words. "That’s not what I meant Y/n, I’m just worried about you. It’s been almost a decade…"

"Just leave me be Nat.." You said it without much effort to even wanting to start this discussion. You been avoiding talking about her death as much as you can.

"I'm sorry Y/n but you know it's something Val would've wanted. For you to move on with someone who can make you happier in those dark times." She spoke up before you could move a muscle to run away from this conversation.

"What about what I want? Do you think I wanted to raise a child on my own?" You asked, it was hard to deal with a lot of things. Realising how alone you are with everything was a big deal.

Natasha sighed as she hopped off and walked over to you. Hugging you because she knew how much you hated people looking at you when you were about to cry.

"You're not on your own. You have me. You have Yelena. Mom. You know they would jump at the opportunity to help you." She spoke softly as her hand softly rubbed your back.

You were grateful for all of this. Their constant support, the fact that Natasha was here with you. She contributed to rent and bills however she could.

You pulled away from her, sending a smile and a kiss on the cheek. Before deciding to go into your room. You were tired with everything and if you were honest you had a long week ahead of you.

As Monday rolled around, after school rolled in. Talia was excited for everything that was planned for her and the boys. As you walked over to Wanda's door, your phone rang.

Talia was already banging on the door whilst you answered the phone. Seeing how Wanda peaked out to see you on the phone, before letting your daughter in to see the boys.

You hanged up and with a sad smile, Wanda already knew. "Go, I will take care of her."

You wasn't sure how, but you thanked her before rushing over to the office. Some deadline was needed to be met today otherwise everything that was worked for was going to be trashed.

After long hours you finally managed to get home. You realised that you had Talia to pick up. So, you strolled out of your apartment as you quietly knocked on the smaller redheads door.

She opened the door with a robe around her body. Covering what you guessed was her nightgown. You kept your eyes on her face as a way to show your respect for her.

"Talia is asleep on the couch." She indicated as she let you in, watching as you looked for her little head.

"God, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to drop her on you. It was very last minute needed meeting." You apologised, being extremely tired.

She smiled at your words as she waved it off, and lead you towards her kitchen that was just in the corner. "Don't apologise. The kids had so much fun that it was literally no big deal."

You leaned on the counter with your hip as you watched her. "I own you one. Now I need to get her back into her bed before she wakes up."

She knew if she let you go now, it will be a while til she sees you again. "How about I make you a tea before you go?"

You agreed and the next half an hour, you both spent on finding out things about each other, whilst also exchanging numbers.

"I should head back." You looked down at your cup, that was empty now.

She hummed to acknowledge your words. "Wait, so what company do you work in?"

"Oh you know the main one in the city, the only one with the biggest logo across the building." You answered her back.

"Oh. Why didn't you say? I am the daughter of the owner." She told you, a little shocked at your words.

You raised your brows at her. "What? Really?"

She smirked slightly. "No, but I like that you believed me."

You rolled your eyes playfully, before placing the cup down the sink and making your way to Talia. She was sound asleep, hugging the pillow her head was almost falling from.

You lifted her up and held her close to you as she cuddled into you and slept like nothing. You walked over to the door that Wanda already had a little bit cracked opened.

"I will see you around." You whispered before leaving and making your way to your place. Placing her down in her bed before finally hitting your own pillow and passing out like a baby.

As months flew by, you had gotten closer to Wanda. She was really amazing. Always there whenever you had an issue. Last minute calls and she was always ready to help you out.

That's what you liked about her. There was a load of gratefulness when it came to her. No matter what, you owned her a lot.

Which is the reason why you decided to invite her to a little gathering your friends held. It just felt right to have Wanda come with you as your plus one.

Your sister encouraged you to ask her out and that's what you did. You asked and she agreed to accompany you to this gathering.

It was out of town but Wanda didn't mind. You both had a room secured in the guest room down the basement. There wasn't enough rooms for yous to have separate beds so yous had to make do.

Natasha was taking care of the boys whilst yous were drinking away any worries that were settling in your minds. Your friends were thrilled to see you with a new woman.

An arm candy as they called her. They complimented her left and right, showed respect and appreciation for being by you. Yet she was a little confused to what she was 'by you' for.

You never mentioned your late wife. There was just never the right time, but for your luck no one mentioned anything. You were drunk and so was Wanda.

She was laughing and if you weren't this drunk, you would notice how touchy she was with you. Every laugh that came out of her mouth, her hand would land on your arm.

Even your own hands had their own minds. Somehow finding their way to her lower back. Letting her know you were there. And your friends saw all of it.

Because out of everyone, you and her were the most shitfaced. They were so going to tease you about it later. As the party died down, you decided to go back into you room with Wanda.

Stealing a bottle of wine on the way there, the snickering from both of yous as you both tiptoed to the room down the hall. You opened the bottle and took a sip.

Passing it to Wanda before watching as she took a lot of sips. Letting out a laugh before closing the door. "Save me some."

She pulled her mouth away from the bottle, and it was in that moment where it clicked. Watching as a string of saliva stretched from between the tip of the bottle and her lips.

They looked so kissable. So, the only reasonable idea in this drunk state of mind was to kiss her. So you did. You grabbed her by her hips and pulled her in.

Drunk with Wanda. Your neighbour that was in your arms right now, dropped the bottle of wine onto the floor. The luck yous had was unimaginable. The bottle was a little bit more than half empty as you both hurried to take each other clothes off.

You never acted like this, ever. You were thrilled from knowing how to keep everything under control but this was way past your control. Way past your limit and in this very moment you loved it.

You loved the sounds that were coming out of Wanda’s mouth. The way her eyes sparked and her neediness was evidently marked on you.

You wasn’t sure if you would remember this but you hoped you would. Her skin was soft under your hand as you caressed her curves.

A soft moan left your mouth when her teeth buried themselves inside the side of your neck. Leaving a clear mark as day that she was branding you.

Two drunk adults making a choice that was going to affect yous in some sense. That's what you felt when you woke up in the morning.

Wanda's naked body pressed against you. Her face laying in the crook of your neck whilst she slept peacefully, and for your luck, you remembered every thing you said and did that lead to this.

But you couldn't help but feel safe. The way her soft hands laid on your body keeping you warm in the embrace. You wasn't sure what that meant for the both of you.

Whether this was just sex or this meant a serious commitment on your part. You just woke up after having drunk sex with your neighbour.

The voices outside your room woke Wanda up. But she didn't move, she stayed perfectly still, trying to process if this was real. "I know what you are thinking.."

That caused her to look up, not expecting you to be awake. "How did this happen?"

Her tone was wary of her words, zero movement in her body as she tried to piece last nights event. There was a slight pain appear in your eyes at her question.

"Party finished and we had that extra wine." You recalled the summed up version of last night.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment, not wanting to accept that this is how it has happened. It was like in an instant she remembered how your fingers felt inside her.

She blushed a deep red, causing you to blush as well knowing exactly what she was realising. She looked at you with a shy smile but it was quickly replaced with slight fear when one of your friends knocked and asked to come in.

Both of yous, butt naked holding each other as if yous had done it before. The rush to find clothes was a challenge. Almost tripping over the wine bottle as you chucked your t-shirt on with some shorts.

Opening the door only a little bit and telling them that you would be up in the kitchen soon. Giving yourself and Wanda time to properly get yourself ready and look a little less like mess.

You thought you were able to cover the tracks of any sex but your sister was quick to notice. She opened the door to you and Wanda. Her eyes narrowed at your expression.

You had a shy smile... Suspicious to Natasha. Your hand placement was on her waist... Suspicious to Natasha. But what tied it all together was the hug. The hug and the way Wanda had eyed you with hungry eyes as if she wanted more.

As soon as you pulled away from the hug, Natasha blurted out. "Oh my god? Yous had sex!"

The shock on your faces was priceless, making Wanda look away with more redder cheeks. Before you could say anything to defend yourself.

Billy, Tommy and Talia rushed in. All running to their parents, Talia being happy to see you. You kneeled down to her, placing a soft kiss on her cheek as a way to greet her.

Wanda did the same with her boys, she stood up with a smile at how good of a mother you were to Talia. "Well, I should go. I have to get these kids ready for school tomorrow."

They pouted but they actually liked that place. Talia was there and they got to learn new things. You stood up and opened the door to let them out.

You totally forgot about Natasha observing yous. Wanda's eyes stared back into yours when she turned around. You went for the hug, because for a strange reason you missed her.

You missed having her against you, and that felt so strange to you. "I'll see you around?"

She whispered into your ear the question, sending a certain shiver down your spine. "Definitely.." That's all you managed to get out before you would have to kiss her.

Finally she unglued herself from you. Natasha could tell that Wanda's feelings for you were clear as day. She knew because the way those eyes only had that shine for you.

She cleared her throat, pulling both of your attention. Seeing how Talia and Natasha both had their arms crossed with small smiles. "Right."

You looked back as you shook your head, causing the redhead to let out a soft chuckle. She smiled before turning away and leaving with the boys.

You closed the door and was met with Natasha's smirk. You sighed as you walked over to her. "Do not speak."

She put her hands up in the air but you knew this wouldn't be the end of it. As you caught up with Talia throughout the day and put her to bed.

The second you sat down, Natasha joined you as she waited but seeing how you wasn't speaking, she did it for you. "Okay, what happened?"

You raised your brow at her. "What do you mean?"

She rolled her eyes. "Y/n, I'm not sure when we have gotten so distant but I just want you to rant your feelings out. Tell me what you are feeling and I might be able to help."

You sighed as you leaned on your hand, looking at Natasha. Debating on telling her what's going on in your head right now. "We were drunk."

You saw that she wasn't going to judge you. "I had too much and I went way over my limit. As soon as we gotten to the room. We both just lost it and it happened."

"How does it make you feel?" She asked, her tone was slightly worried. It's not like you never hooked up with women before. But she knew you never had any feelings for them.

You covered your face with your hands. "I don't really know... This one just feels different. It is different because I can't forget it."

You looked at Natasha, your brows narrowed in a worried expression. "I am scared. What if it will feel like I am replacing her? It would ruin everything and Wanda is amazing.. I don't want to hurt her."

Natasha could see how genuine you were. "Look, I can't tell you how to think or to feel but follow your heart. If you feel like giving this a chance then do it. I know what happened with Val was horrible but you can't just cross every potential relationship and tag it with disaster."

You knew she was right, her hand slipped into yours, giving it a tight squeeze. "You won't know what this has in store for you until you have tried it. So, let me take Talia away for the break to mom, and you can sort yourself out with the redhead."

You moved, pulling your sister into a tight embrace. You were always afraid of opening up, because the reaction of that person was more terrifying than actually speaking.

"Okay." You agreed and felt how Natasha's hand was rubbing your back. You relaxed into the hug as you smiled to yourself slightly.

"You don't have to make a decision now. Get to know her more, spend time with her and see if she is actually someone, who could mean the world to you." Natasha advised and you knew she was right.

She was there throughout the whole grieving stages. Anger denial sadness. She was there. Holding your hand and making sure you didn't do anything stupid.

Just like that night. Weeks went by and that was weeks until the break. You were busy ever since you came back and had minimal contact with Wanda.

You denied it whenever you were asked but you were avoiding her at first. Work was demanding as it was closer to the kids break. They wanted everything done, especially since you took those days off that Talia was going to be away.

What made it all real to you, was that Talia noticed Wanda's absence. She noticed that you were sadder. Once playing and having you sit by her watching her.

A question lingered around her head, she turned to you and slightly smiled. Doll in her hand as she faced her body towards you. "Mom.."

You hummed to acknowledge her, she sighed as she looked down at her doll. "Is Wanda coming back or not, like mommy?"

This made you freeze. It was hard to explain to a young child that their other parent isn't going to come back. You grabbed her hand and gestured for her to sit on your lap to which she did.

Playing with her dolls hair, whilst you played with hers. "Wanda...is busy right now and so am I. That's why auntie Natasha is taking you over there for play dates"

Lies. You just were too much of a cowards to do it yourself and speak to Wanda about the two of you. She nodded at your words, looking up at you with those little eyes. "Is she going to replace mommy?"

It almost made you cry, but instead you gave her a small sad smile and shook your head to her question. "Never, no one cold replace mommy. She will always have a special place in your heart."

Your finger lightly touched her chest where her heart was. "You can have more than one mom, each will have a different role to play in your life. Mommy's role finished and when you are older I will tell you everything but right now, enjoy being a kid."

She smiled widely, understanding whatever she could from your words. Hugged you tightly before dropping to her feet and rushing over to her other toys that she swapped with Tommy and Billy for the time being.

Seemingly, Natasha found out that the boys were going to be away with their dad and that side of their family for the time being, and that made you ever more nervous.

Alone, alone with Wanda. The woman who you could still hear moaning your name from that night. You were a real life mess, not knowing how to approach this subject.

Not knowing how to deal with it and you choose to avoid it. You choose to bury yourself into work and ignore that poor woman who was slowly falling for you.

But you had no where out when everything quiet down. When it was just you in the apartment. The silence filling the rooms all around you and the heartbeat of your own anxiety could be heard.

You finally got the balls to do something about it. So, with a deep breath. You closed your door and walked over to Wanda's door.

Taking a deep breath and knocking on the door. The door opened and you were greeted by a tall-ish blonde man. His brow furrowed in confusion at your sight.

"Who are you?" He asked, knowing Wanda never mentioned visitors.

"I'm-" Who were you? The words that wanted to come out were girlfriend but you stopped yourself. "I'm Wanda's neighbour."

Still, that didn't clear things up. "I gathered that, I meant who are you to her?"

"Im.. I'm not sure.." You wanted to give him an answer, which made him frown in confusion.

"Then why you knocking on my sisters door?" He asked, being just protective on his sister. But to you it was a relief it wasn't someone she could be dating.

That's when the green eyed redhead appeared. Standing by his side with an emotionless look. "Oh.. What do you want?"

It did hurt you with the way her tone was directed towards you. You smiled sheepishly. "I came to talk to you."

She crossed her arms, and her brother followed. Both staring you down like some sort of burglar. "Talk then."

"I.. I um. I was hoping it would be the two of us.." You stuttered at first, being caught off guard at how cold she was.

She looked at the blond next to her. She nodded her head and he sent her a smile. "Okay, I will take the boys and head to Vision. He was been wanting to have the boys over for a while."

They both hugged and as you were invited to the kitchen. There you stood, waiting for Pietro and the boys to leave you and Wanda alone. You could feel your heart rate pick up at that thought.

Finally, when it was quiet. Wanda walked in, standing by the door with her arms crossed. As she waited without saying anything. "Okay.. Now that we are alone, I wanted to apologise to you for ignoring you. I promise it was unintentional, work was busy and Talia was getting weirdly sick."

"That doesn't make up for leaving me without any answers or even a short text that you were busy, Y/n" She interjected before you could give any more excuses.

"I'm sorry for that.." You apologised again, hearing a light scoff came out of Wanda's mouth. "Look, you don't understand Wands.."

She narrowed her eyes at you, feeling annoyed now by the way you are dismissing this. "Then make me understand. How can I understand and be there for you if you're not telling me anything."

She was right, but before you could open your mouth. She spoke up again. "What I understand is, we had sex and now you're ghosting me."

How could you forget about that night.. There just was no way, the images that kept you up at night. No amount of self pleasure could make you feel the way she made you feel.

"I know what happened between us-" You started but she interrupted you again.

"Oh do you? Because it seems like you have been avoiding even talking to me about it. I deserve at least a rejection if that's something you didn't want to do."

You sighed, again she was right. Of course she was right and her feelings right now were valid. She was upset and rightfully so. You were a coward, who is really close to losing that girl.

"My wife dead almost 8 years ago." You said out of the blue, causing the words in Wanda's throat to halt. She wasn't expecting that and that was a big shocker to her.

"I moved here to get away from the constant memory of her. Not running away because I dealt with grief and all of those stages. I just needed a fresh start."

"But I guess I didn't expect it to happen so fast. Because I met you, and everything thought I tried to keep away was slowly coming to me." You explained and the redhead for at least once listening.

You looked down at your finger, where that ring used to be. You took it off after knowing what you felt for Wanda. "I am scared, Wanda."

You looked up at her, seeing how her brows were now expressing the sadness. "I am scared to love you. I am scared that if I fall for you, the same fate will happen to me. I just dont want a heartbreak."

Maybe it was selfish of you to only think of your emotions. To worry about your issues and put Wanda in that position but that was a human response to life time of trauma.

"I'm sorry I put you through that worry. I didn't know how to tell you that I was broken, some people aren't in the habit to fix others. I just assumed if you found out, you would leave. Like everyone else." Your body was leaning on the counter, your head hanging low as words spilled from your mouth.

Wanda approached you slowly. Taking your face into her hands as she made you look. Slowly and carefully pulled you into a soft kiss. Making sure you knew you could pull away at any given moment.

Not that you wanted to. You liked the way her lips felt, you couldn't stop thinking about them ever since they brushed against yours. Your hands automatically moved to her hips. Moving your legs apart to pull Wanda in.

It was strange to you. To someone who was afraid of falling in love or doing anything that involved feelings. It was strange to you how Wanda reacted. How her thumbs stroke your cheeks whilst her lips were against yours.

She pulled away slightly, looking into your eyes but her hands stayed on your cheeks. Your eyes searched hers in slight confusion. "Why did you kiss me?"

The whisper that came out of your mouth, like if what you said didn't deserve a comforting. It broke Wanda's heart, she knew the moment her eyes laid on you there was something about you that pulled her in.

"Do I need a reason?" She asked, not really knowing how to word her emotions to you.

"Usually no, but in this case kind of.." You wanted to know, was it pity? Was it because she felt the same. Was it because it felt like it was the right thing to do in that moment?

"You just spilled your heart out to me. I wanted to kiss you not only because I never met anyone as incredible as you. But because in some sense I feel the same as you." She found the best words to describe what was in her heart.

"I am sorry Wanda. I'm good at anything else but trying to confront anyone with my feelings." Even if you were slightly cold towards Natasha whenever it came to a love interest. It was only a precaution.

She smiled as she pulled you into a hug this time. "I wish you came to me but I'm glad you did now."

You buried your face in the crook of her neck. Closing your eyes and taking in her scent along with how calming her breathing was. "You know.. I think I am falling for you..."

The tone that her words came out of her mouth sounded worrying. Like if she would spook you if it was said with more confidence. You didn't want to move from this calming position but at those words you did.

Your hands were on her lower back, aching to be underneath her t-shirt that she was wearing. But before you could say anything, she shook her head. "No. I don't think. I know I am."

Your stomach was doing somersaults and your heart was beating out of your chest at her words. She was in love with you, she fell for you the way you fell for her.

You couldn't contain yourself anymore. Hands slipping past her t-shirt and kissing her like there was no tomorrow. One of her hands moving to your hair, pulling on it slightly when you picked her up and placed her on the counter.

Her legs wrapped around your waist to keep you in place, no thought in her brain until her brows furrowed in worry. Pushing you away gently to look into your eyes.

"Are you- Do you feel the same? I know you said you were scared but I can't sleep with you until I know, otherwise it will feel one sided." She was out of breath and so were you but her flashed cheeks and those dilated pupils made your heart flutter in that tooth rotting love feeling.

You nodded at her question and leaned back in, but she stopped you again. Causing you to frown slightly at the gesture. "I need you to say it, Y/n... I need it."

"I am falling for you and I don't think I can stop myself. Even if I am scared to death about this. I don't want to stop myself if it's you that my heart beats for you again." Those words that spilled out of your mouth did something to Wanda.

She felt herself getting turned on in everyday. She wanted you, she needed you to feel complete right now. She wanted to feel how much you meant to her.

She almost just moaned at hearing those words. Feeling that aching feeling between her legs. If she could she would've thrown herself at you in that moment.

She felt everything at once and now she couldn't stop herself. Her hands on either side of your face. One sliding down to your neck giving it a light squeeze before pulling you in for a desperate kiss.

One kiss that was full of pure need. Pure love that you both wanted to share with each other. One that couldn't be held back. Her tongue forcing itself down your mouth but it wouldn't be much force since you were welcoming.

Maybe to some it was kind of weird how confessing something like that was a turn on. But it was more than just sex. It was making love to each other. Feeling her body burn up against yours and your movements.

She was happy and so were you. After so long you deserved this. She deserves this after her own tragic story. She needed you as much as you needed her.

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phereinnike · 1 year

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OMINIS LORE DROPPED BY DIALOGUE AT THE END OF THE HISTORY OF MAGIC CLASS QUEST!

Pardon if the wording isn't exact, as you can see by the screenshot I'm playing in spanish, but here are some dialogue lines Ominis speaks to Natty and you if you stay to listen after finishing the History of Magic class map quest:

Quidditch:

"Next season the Chudley Cannons will be invincible, you'll see!

"My father was a great seeker and he always thought I'd be one too. Thank Merlin they cancelled quidditch."

"I miss attending the matches. Cheering everyone was very fun. And watching Isaac Cooper."

"My friends and I like to spend the evenings watching the sun set from the quidditch pitch. This year it isn't much good for anything else, unfortunately."

"I spent the entire summer practicing a full turn on a broom. What a waste!"

Family:

"This is the first year my sister is in Hogwarts. Whenever she pretends she doesn't see me in the corridors I make her trip with a jinx."

"This is the first year my siblings and I are together at Hogwarts. Our poor mother doesn't know what to do with so much time on her hands, so she knits. She sends us a new sweater each week."

"You try to work with a wand that has been through your three disastrous sisters."

"My father says he used to hide his homework under his bed."

"I used to write to my parents every week. Now I can't recall the last time I sent them an owl, do you think they know i'm still alive?"

"I hadn't met any of my cousins until i came to Hogwarts and saw that we were all in the same house."

"My brother has promised to give me his old broom when he saves up enough to buy himself a new one. I can't wait!"

Studies/teachers:

"If I manage to stop dissappearing my class notes while practicing evanesco I might even pass the Transfigurations O.W.L. this year."

"Professor Weasley is a trully incredible teacher. She never makes us write scrolls longer than necessary."

"Professor Weasley is already preparing me for the Transfigurations N.E.W.T."

"The other day Professor Black looked at me in the Great Hall and I spat my breakfast. I don't know if he might've taken it the wrong way."

"What a relieve that Black's children are too young to attend Hogwarts. I'd hate having my father as headmaster."

"Obviously, Hogwarts is the best magic school in the world. Everyone knows that. Of course, we'll be the best at magic in the world."

"Professor Howin is going to ask us about aquatic animals next week. I can't wait to tell her I saw a kelpie in Ireland this summer."

"I took my copy of 1000 Herbs and Magical Fungy to Herbology and left it in the greenhouse next to the mandrake seedbeds. Sharp was horrified by the fact that i didn't have it in class. He said I needed to sort out my priorities."

"Everyone is afraid of Professor Sharp, but not me. He's a brilliant man. And he has only yelled at me twice this week for setting my cloak on fire."

"I wonder how Sharp injured his leg. Surely, it must've been during his time as an auror."

"You should hear Shah talk about Divination. It's a miracle Onai's ears aren't burning. I'd say stars are more knowledgeable than cards."

"I'm still having a hard time brewing antidotes. I'm surprised to many of them ask for mandrakes. I'll make sure I set my career goals far away from that."

"That reminds me, did miss Scribner say we could take the book out at night or that she'd punish us if we did?"

"I've notices that if I pretend to pay attention in Potions, Sharp lets me be. It works well enough, unless he asks me a question. Then it's not a good plan at all. Actually, I wouldn't recommend it."

"Sharp caught me making faces behind his back. It was horrible... not to speak of all the house points I lost."

"if someone needs help with their studies or homework, I don't mind lending them a hand. Yesterday I wrote half a scroll for Binns during lunch break."

"I have no problem saying I have trouble understanding that Black is married. What kind of witch would give her hand to a man like that? On the other hand, that means there's hope for everyone."

"I need dragon-skin gloves for Herbology. I refuse to touch chinese chomping cabbages with my naked hands."

"Why aren't we allowed to use gillyweed? What's the point of learning Herbology if we can't mess around with gillyweed? If by the end of the trimester I haven't personally met a mermaid I'll be mad."

[unlike others] "I do like Transfigurations. The complex and precisse nature of transfigurations is admirable."

"I met some of my best friends in Flying class. Nothing strenghtes a bond like thinking you're going to die."

"Professor Weasley must be exhausted doing all her work and then Black's. We're lucky to have her."

Slytherin house:

"Someone got home-made chocolate cauldrons and shared them in the common room. But I think they might've confused the sugar with salt. There were half-eaten chocolate cauldrons in the common room for days."

"I don't know why each common room has a secret entrance. Who would want to go to another common room? We got sorted to our houses for a reason."

"Our dorm is atrocious. I wish people cleaned up after themselves once in a while. Last night a bundimun ate my homework. The potions one, too."

"I like to have a wiggenweld potion under my bed. Not to name any names but someone spent a lot of money on Zonko's."

"My side of the dorm is always impeccable, but I can't say the same about my dorm-mates. If I didn't know them I'd say they were raised by trolls."

Others:

"Has there been any news about the Pitt-upon-Ford Dragon? It makes me want to move, to be honest."

"My great-aunt was a Hufflepuf. She says they have the best common room because it's the calmest. Well, compared to the others."

"I wish I had brought a pet owl to school. I mean, I love my toad. More or less. You wouldn't be interested in getting a toad, would you?"

"Do all professors have their own owls? They must sent lots of letters. To the Ministry or something like that."

"So many letters arrive every day and none are for me."

"If i turn my toad into a cup again, I think it might insist I leave it like that."

"I'd like to retire in Hogsmead. Open a bar. Bore Hogwart's students with my childhood stories."

"I'd like to have a shop in Hogsmead one day. Gladrags Wizardwear could use some competition."

"I guess I'm curious about the beautification potion. What? It's not for me, idiot! It's for a friend. Don't say dumb things."

"Has there been any new about the Pitt-upon-Ford Dragon? It makes me want to move, to be honest."

"My great-aunt was a Hufflepuf. She says they have the best common room because it's the calmest. Well, compared to the others."

"Do all professors have their own owls? They must sent lots of letters. To the Ministry or something like that."

"So many letters arrive every day and none are for me."

"If i turn my toad into a cup again, I think it might insist I leave it like that."

"Have you been by the owlery lately? the house elves haven't been cleaning much this week."

"The other day Peeves distracted me and I bumped right into Adelaide Oakes. Both our books went up flying int he air. Peeves loved it."

"I don't like the size of my legs. Well, you were asking the other day, so I'm telling you."

"I had been collecting chizpurfle fangs all trimester when I thought, why not keep some chizpurfles."

"I really pity those who never get owl-post, poor guys. Have you seen their faces in the great hall?"

"I've heard girls talk about african snake skin near the bathroom. Do you think they're brewing pollyjuice? Oh, what if they've already brewed it and Sharp is actually that hufflepuff girl with the long arms?"

"Today I'm going to the green-houses to sow some knotgrass. Did you know it's used for pollyjuice potion? I think it's what creates the connection to the other person."

"There's an ex-auror living near Hogsmead. She wants to live a quiet life after fighting dark wizards."

"Do you know where I can get leaping toadstoll caps?"

"I just don't get it. Opalum. Who would think to put that in a potion?"

"The other day I got stuck in the Great Staircase for an hour waiting for it to change. Sharp wouldn't believe me when I told him that's why I was late."

"Parry Pippin sure did save me with his wiggenweld potion. In my opinion, his shop's better than any of the ones in London."

"Did you buy your bitterroot from Pippin or did you pick it up yourself? I need some desperately."

That's all I got after staying to listen for about an hour <3

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #house of gaunt #he flies and likes quidditch he helps other students with their homework transfigurations and potions are his favourite classes #he has at least 4 sisters?????

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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Aight just an idea I had. I like this song called Alabama song by the doors, it reminds me of cowboys dancing around a fire whimsically. Well I’d love if it was either the Marauders (or just Sirius, I’m weak for him) maybe on the run, have a campfire and whimsically dance around it, giggling, laughing and drinking. Anyway just a one shot idea, have a good one!

Thanks for requesting my love! I thought this might fit with apocalypse!marauders so I decided to take it in that direction, hope that's alright :)

apocalypse poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

You’ve decided to chance a fire. You and Remus had cast the best protections you could around your little camp, and though you know the smoke is still a risk, the nights have gotten too cold to go without.

Your shoulders ache from your turn carrying the backpack this afternoon (though you’d rather die than complain about it, lest James never allow you to contribute again) and the soles of your shoes have worn so thin that the balls of your feet are sore and tender. Remus cracks his neck this way and that, leaning back on his hands as James builds up the fire, the radio blaring softly a few feet away. It’s your constant companion, the first thing you all unpack every night. You’re each too recognizable to risk going into public to try and gather intelligence, so the radio is all you have. Aside from when they list the names of the dead, you’ve mostly begun tuning it out. The government is disorganized, the economy is failing, blah blah blah. None of it matters while the death eaters are in control of the ministry. Frankly, it’s their problem now; the rest of you have larger concerns.

Sirius plants himself between you and Remus, digging through the pack. “Perk up, buttercups.” He nudges you, a nearly full bottle of firewhiskey now in hand. “I know what’ll make you two stop moaning and groaning.”

You look at the bottle skeptically, but Remus’ lips quirk upwards and he holds out a hand for it.

“Attaboy, Moons,” Sirius says, passing it to him.

Remus takes a swig. “How long have you been hiding this?”

“I haven’t hidden anything,” Sirius contests, grimacing as he takes a sip himself. “It’s been in the bottom of the pack for anyone to find. I just thought we could use it after a day like today.”

You nod. The day hadn’t been eventful, but maybe that was what had made it so disheartening. The sky had clouded over around midmorning and stayed that way, making your now humdrum routine of trekking through the woods to stay ahead of death eaters that might be tracking you even drearier than usual. Today was the fifth day without even coming close to a town, and you’re beginning to feel like you’re not much help to the resistance at all (though Remus insists that staying alive until you’re needed is the best you all can do right now). The atmosphere had heavied around the four of you, bogged down by gloom and weariness.

Sirius waggles the bottle in front of you tantalizingly. You take a swig, and the burn is so intense it’s a miracle you don’t spit it right out, gagging. James laughs as he swipes the bottle from you.

“Don’t suppose you brought mixers too?” you manage.

“Nope.” Sirius pats your back sympathetically. “Sorry, dollface.”

“I’ll get used to it.”

You take turns passing the bottle around, and you do get used to it, your chest warming pleasantly as the ache of your muscles fades into the background. The boys’ limbs seem to be loosening too, their laughter freer and more raucous than it’s been in the weeks since your world and sense of safety was burnt to ash and scattered on the wind. James has the idea of playing spin the bottle, but it only ends in Sirius demanding everyone kiss him regardless of who the bottle points to. Remus lies on the ground and attempts to teach you all the few constellations he remembers from Sinistra’s Astronomy class, but after finding Orion the practice descends into the rest of you pointing out which stars are clustered together to look like dicks or boobs.

“See,” James insists, shoulder bumping into yours as he points, “those two little ones are the nipples.”

“They’re nowhere near the same size,” Sirius observes.

“And do you have a problem with disproportionate tits?” you question boldly, to which Sirius only laughs, making a show of pawing at your chest before suddenly going still.

You tense, scanning the treeline automatically, but Sirius only sets a placating hand on your shoulder, cocking his ear. “They’re playing music,” he says.

You’re quiet for a moment more, and sure enough, there’s a faint melody crackling through the radio. James reaches over to turn the dial and the sound amplifies, a faint twanging and a slow, accented voice. It’s some American country song, both upbeat and laidback at once.

“They never play music anymore,” you whisper, as if afraid the broadcasters will hear you and shut it off.

Remus hums. “It has seemed like a slow day,” he suggests. “Maybe there’s nothing left to report.”

Sirius hops up, wobbling just a little once he gets on his feet. “Dance with me, Moons.”

Remus scoffs lightly, sprawled out comfortable and languid on the soft grass. “I think I’ll let you show us how it’s done.” Sirius shrugs gamely, beginning to spin around and kick out his feet sloppily. “Just don’t get too close to the fire,” Remus warns. “That’d be a humbling way to go during wartime.”

“Or original,” Sirius proposes, but he dances back from the edge of the pit.

James laughs as Sirius mimes a lasso, ensnaring you and tugging you toward him. You get to your feet obligingly, clasping your hands with his and moving to the rhythm. You don’t know the words to the song, but you hum along anyway, the both of you glowing orange in the firelight. You must make it look fun, because soon James has coaxed Remus up and they’re dancing beside you, the four of you trading partners every second and twirling each other around. James thinks it’s called do-si-do-ing, but none of you actually know and it doesn’t actually matter. You’re happier than you have been in weeks, happier even than when James had stolen that still-warm pie from a bakery and you’d all eaten it out of the tin.

The song ends, eventually, and James makes you all go to bed so that you can hopefully get a full eight hours before the camp’s protective charms wear off in the morning and you have to set out again. You’re all crammed onto two pushed-together sleeping pads for warmth as the fire dies down to embers, the night sky big and open above you as the chill seeps through your blankets and two layers of clothes straight to your bones. The boys’ breathing evens out one by one, Sirius’ elbow jutting into your side while Remus’ stubble scratches at your cheek. You’ll wake the next morning cold and sore all over, and that’s alright.

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pinkwright · 1 year

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party monster | shuri udaku.

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starboy set : chapter two

pairing — panther!shuri x partygirl!y/n

trope — bestfriends 2 lovers

inspo — party monster by the weeknd

warnings — they platonically kiss yall, fingering (reader receiving), cunnilingus (reader receiving), possessive!shuri, cocky!shuri, confident!reader, sub!reader, dom!shuri, handsy!shuri, dirty talk, humiliation kink, mean!shuri, they fuck (its my first time writing that shit pls be niceeee 2 meee), loveee theyre in love, lets pretend wakandas a perfect world n drugging doesnt happen there so it doesnt matter if her drink is left unattended lol, shuri lowks has a claiming kink, crying reader, overstimulation, shuri gets off on the reader being a needy girl, theres a lil surprise in the end hehe, yeah.

a/n — erm erm hope them finally doing the deed suffices, i kept stopping to take breaks omfg like wheres the class ?? anyway hope u like it !!! <3

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dedicated to @zayswriting bc she's lowks the reason this set exists <3

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and i've seen her get richer in the pole. i've seen her, i knew she had to know, i've seen her take down that tequila.

you’re passionately singing along to the bass-heavy track, the drink in your hand dangerously close to spilling over, as you hold eye contact with riri, the girl relaying the lyrics to you as you dance with each other. the people around you are joining in, the crowd vibing along with the both of you as you turn to whine on the vivacious girl. she raises her own drink in her hype, spurring you on, and you laugh loudly as your body moves, your voice lost within the song.

the lights flash blindingly, and it makes you dizzy in the most self-gratifying sense, the world feels like it's spinning quicker on its axis and it makes your blood rush; you lived for the thrill. it makes you smile hazily as you shift your gaze to look back at the pretty girl against you, feeling her match the rhythm of your hips with her arms in the air, tight abs on display, as she sings to the crowd, the people shouting back at her; cameras pointed at the both of you from every angle.

you lift yourself upright, turning to face one of your best friends, as the beat slows toward the end of the song and you’re downing the remainder of the sweet cocktail in your grip, when firm hands slide down your waist and your hips to gently adjust the risen hem of the gorgeous pink dress that is sitting pretty on your figure.

bouncy curls kiss the skin of your bare collarbone, the warmth of her figure encasing you when she presses against your back. then she’s sliding her arms to wrap around your shifting waist, slowing you down to match her rhythm, and tightly pressing the palms of her hands against the skin of your stomach. your smile widens, riri flashing you a discrete smirk before her attention is back on the crowd circled around you, the next track being one of her favourites.

the sensual movements between the girl behind you and yourself catch some wandering eyes, the pressure and heat of her were too dizzying for you to direct your attention elsewhere, hence the stray and arguably, heated stares go undetected by you. it makes shuri smirk into your neck, although she never lifts from her intimate position against you, her predator senses were aware of all the eyes on you, taking you in; and she knew they were wishing for a chance miracle with you, one that would never come to pass.

her hands press you tighter against her in a test of control before releasing you to spin your figure around to face her, her gaze dark as she takes you in, before she's leaning back into you to speak over the ear-splitting music. her voice is cocky when it’s entering your ears and settling in your hazy mind, “i know chocolate is your favourite, but i’m hoping you like the presentation too, picky girl.”

when she pulls back to look at you, your face is laced with confusion, your eyebrows scrunching further when she simply laughs before shifting her gaze above your head, and the music is softening as the club starts to countdown. your jaw drops when you turn to follow shuri’s gaze, monet walks through the path the splitting crowd makes, a huge smile on her face as she holds the prettiest cake in her hands.

when she reaches you and places the treat in your hands, the crowd is already loudly singing to you, the smile on your face is blinding and shuri sticks herself behind you, bringing her face to your neck as she murmurs the song in your ear, her warm breath fanning goosebumps across your skin making you giggle. when the song ends, she squeezes your hips, and sweetly whispers to you.

“make a wish, baby.”

the bashful smile on your face is twitching with the way you’re trying to keep it down, your eyes fluttering closed as you silently count your wishes, before excitedly lifting the cake slightly to blow out the sparkling candles and the crowd erupts into cheers that are soon drowned out with the steady rise of the beat of your favourite track.

shuri reaches to take the cake in her hand and grabs a hold of your own as she leads you to the calm of the vip section. riri, and monet follow behind you with drunken smiles, they’re such lightweights, and the thought makes you laugh as you step into the secluded glass room. the friends of your friend group are gathering to greet you one after the other, so it’s a while before shuri can have you to herself, firmly pulling you to sit in her lap in a secluded booth.

the sigh that leaves your lips is happy as you wrap your arms around her neck, her hands settling on your thighs that are comfortably straddling her, and you’re singing along to the mellow afrobeat now playing, your glossy lips sensually wrapping around the low words you sing to her, fighting off a smirk when shuri can't seem to look away from them.

“and i know i’m in trouble, she manipulate my love o, hmm. i no holy,” and the slight movement of your hips is pure instinct, the music tempting you with its beat. when you go to rise off of shuri, to live your youth dancing in the centre of the room with the blinding lights flashing your night away, she doesn't let you get far. her lids are lowered to follow the enticing circle of your hips on her lap, the grip she has on your thighs tightening as she guides you back down onto her.

the sound of protest you let out is met with her amused stare, her fingers stroking your skin as the smirk grows on her face at your impatient squirming. she lifts one of her hands to reach for her glass of gold liquid, taking a sip, and she chuckles when you grab her wrist to guide it towards yourself, your gloss staining the rim as you take a heavy gulp.

“you were just gonna leave without giving me a kiss, pretty girl?” her voice is light and cocky, the glass sounding a soft 'clink' when it’s placed on the table, and her eyes are twinkling in mischief when she squeezes the softness of your thighs in question.

and you make a sound of disbelief, not because she wants a kiss because that was a normal way for the both of you to show each other affection, but because she wanted one on a night where you wanted to get laid under someone else – to bury your feelings for her, the obnoxious voice inside your head sounds before you can offer a rebuttal.

“shuri, stop.” a large smile unconsciously breaking through your irritated façade, “how am i supposed to pull with your lips on me?”

shuri lets out a full-blown laugh at this, her nose scrunching as she drops her forehead to rest on your chest, and, unbeknownst to you, she can hear the beat of your heart start to race at the sound; it makes her own flutter. the sight makes you giggle giddily, your nails lightly scratching the back of her neck, pausing, before pulling gently on the soft curls at the nape of her neck, pulling her head back so you can drop a soft peck on her lips.

when you pull back, your face is warm, still not used to the act, and especially not used to the way her eyes darken as her tongue swipes over her lips, looking like she’s searching for the slightest taste of you; before she can do anything else, you’re swinging off her. you hear her shift to sit up as your legs wobble slightly at your quickness to stand, a noise of alarm deep in her throat that makes you twist on your heels. when you face her, her gaze is on your heels trailing up your legs, and sliding up your body when you start to walk backwards in light, and bouncy movements.

her eyes roll when they see that you’ve swiped her drink, the gaze shifting to meet your smirking mouth as you lift the glass to your lips, teasingly mouthing the lyrics to her before you take a languid sip, dropping her a sultry wink before swiftly turning to join the dancing crowd outside the enclosed space, your hips swinging naturally as shuri shakes her head, letting out an exasperated sigh, you were such a tease.

“maybe another life you’ll be my wife and we’ll get it right e don cast, last last.”

⤠

shuri’s arm is draped under your ass as she carries you into her apartment, trying to maintain your modesty, and your legs tighten around her when she shifts to remove her shoes, shifting you effortlessly between her arms. your head lazily lies on her shoulder, your lips brushing her neck as you ramble happily to her, thanking her for the surprise, and the gentle shift of your body as her legs carry the both of you to her bedroom soothes you.

she gently lowers you onto her sheets, her lithe figure following to lie atop you and shuri smiles as she lets herself enjoy the feel of you against her, way more than she should. when she goes to pull away to get you clothes to sleep in, your arms and legs tighten around her as you let out a deep sound of indignation, and shuri finds herself fondly rolling her eyes, just as your voice floats through the space, “stop, don’t go, you’re so warm.”

she glides her hands down your waist to tug at the hem of your dress, your lips part silently around a breathy gasp, and her hands don’t even stop there, but instead continue to curl around your thighs, squeezing your flesh before she speaks, her voice full of amusement and bordering on condescending.

“dressing like a slut and wondering why you’re always so fucking cold, come on, baby.”

the words make you whine, your breath catching in your throat as your nails dig into her shoulders, before you're closing your eyes to avoid her intense gaze. your thighs subconsciously squeezing around her hips as you turn your head to look at the mirror that covers the entirety of her wall, built to reflect the magnificent view of wakanda from the opposite side.

your sharply gasp as you catch sight of your intertwined bodies, shuri’s head of curls is buried in your neck, her breath fanning over the sensitive skin of your neck as her veiny, strong hands ran up and down the length of your exposed legs, and you looked dazed. your pretty baby pink nails soft against the strength that was her neck and shoulders, the pale pink of your heels so dainty against the harsh black of her set, dark pretty brown limbs tangling against each other, and your eyes are fluttering as your thighs visibly clenched at the overwhelming sight.

when one of shuri’s arms lifts to place itself beside your head, lifting herself to hover over your face, your eyes drift back to hers in anticipation, and your mouth is parting when you notice the wicked hunger in her eyes and hear the lust coating her words, the request dripping through your ears like honey, fanning the heat under your skin, “can we kiss, s’thandwa?”

the words are heavier than they should be, loaded with an emotion that blurs the line between platonic and romantic affection but you find yourself nodding anyways, always wanting to please the powerful girl above you, wanting to make her happy. she smirks down at you, her head dipping, pecking the full pout of your lips as her fingers harshly dig into the sheets to control herself when you whine slightly as she pulls away.

“whiny girl.” her words are murmured a hair’s breadth away from your pouting lips, her warm breath fanning across your lips calling forward your need, your aching need for something more from her, anything more. your hands flex in their position on the back of her neck and she takes that as an invitation, a plea, and once again her warm lips gently peck your own, your heavy breath brushing against her when she departs from you, just to repeat her actions over and over again, lingering a second longer against you each time.

you can’t think beyond her; her body, her smell, the softness of her lips as she places them against yours and your heart is aggressively pounding behind your ribs because you two have never done this, crossed the imaginary line you drew between yourselves. and now you can’t seem to get enough, pressing your body up to try and feel her against you, the needy whimper you let out causing shuri to groan.

shuri slides her free hand over your waist until she’s firmly grasping your rib, her thumb sliding over the heated exposed skin and she brushes her lips against yours when she goes to speak, dropping slow, desperate pecks against your lips between her words, “wanna taste you, will open up for me, baby?”

her voice is gravelly and it tightens the knot in your stomach, her words making slick heat pool between your legs as your hips buck against her. your head is falling back causing her lips to brush against your neck, her mouth parting to welcome the skin into the warm cavern, and your pussy pulses at the action, a wet whimper slipping out of your mouth.

“just- just this one time, okay?” your voice is breathy, and bordering on a plea.

the girl above you laughs against the skin of your neck, amused by the lack of weight in your words, and the dark condescending sound makes you lightly scratch your nails down her skin, gasping when she quickly sinks her teeth into you before muttering against the pulse of your heart, “anything you want, s’thandwa.”

then her hand reaches to wrap around your throat, the grip firm as she lifts you back to look at her face above yours, her eyes gazing darkly between yours before she’s dropping the gaze to your mouth, licking her lips and leaning towards you, her breath warm as she breathes your air.

then she’s kissing you, and properly, her warm lips gliding against yours fuelling the fire in your wanting body, the pulsing in your veins synching with the heartbeat between your legs, and you wish she knew how much she made you soak through your underwear. when she tightens her fingers around your throat and licks at the seam of your lips, your mouth is dropping open to whimper, feeling the curl of her smirk as she takes the opportunity you've given her, then she tastes you, her own taste invading your senses.

shuri’s breathes a deep groan in your mouth, her mouth desperate against your own, wanting to breathe you and your pretty lips in. her hand is calculated as it glides across your body, the warmth of her palm seeping through the skin of your thigh, her fingers curling to wrap around the muscle and spread your clenched legs open for her, “closing me out? haven’t even given you my mouth, my love?”

the words are tauntingly whispered into your mouth before she pulls away to let you rapidly gasp to fill your lungs with oxygen, your eyes following the way her figure leans away from you to use both of her hands to firmly spread your legs. her tongue is peaking out at the sight she’s greeted with, and she lets a small groan slip past her swollen lips before she’s on her stomach, her breath fanning over your damp panties.

the heat that strikes up your figure at the sight makes your eyes shut in humiliation, her unadulterated gaze on the cavern between your legs makes you spin, and punches the breath out of you. the warmth leaving her mouth caresses you so good but so teasingly that it coaxes your hips to subconsciously buck up towards her, making her chuckle as she simply watches you seek her out, seek out her touch.

“please, please, shuri.”

the sound is what propels her forward, a grunt leaving her as she lands a heavy open-mouthed kiss on your inner thigh before she's doing the same to your pulsating clit, the satin of your panties feeling cold against your heat and the contrast makes you throw your head back. shuri doesn’t pull away before she’s slowly sliding her tongue over your folds, her eyes trailing the curve of your body, your panties stick even more against your sensitive pussy and you're panting. there's a loud whine spilling out of you, and your lips are parting to release your heavy noises as shuri hums against you, her mouth working you like she was starved.

you can’t help but cant your hips against her mouth, your hand coming to wrap into the curls of her head as she lets you work yourself against her face. you chance a glance at her and your pussy clenches violently at the sight, the blood in your veins pumping loudly in your ears when you meet her dark eyes, she heatedly watched you as she held your trembling legs apart. the domineering look in her eyes let you know that even if you were taking your pleasure, it was only because she allowed you to, allowed you to use her to get off, and the thought makes you throw your head back again, your chest heaving as you babble incoherently.

“i’m so close, so, so close, please, please, let me come.”

your breath is catching, and your hips are stuttering messily, the chase to your release overwhelming you, and pulling you further into the pleasure that clouds your mind. shuri swiftly pulls your ruined panties to the side, her long fingers sliding into your clenching pussy to stroke your soft upper walls before she wraps her lips around your bud, sucking gently and murmuring against you, “let me taste it, pretty girl.”

you’re shouting out as you explode, your legs shaking as they forcefully shut around her, the movement of your hips stuck between wanting more and running away from her due to the intense pleasure. your eyes are shut when you ride your high, the pretty girl between your legs pressing gentle but firm kisses against your quivering cunt humming when she lifts back to your face.

“my pretty, pretty girl.”

shuri’s voice is cooing, slipping into the depths of your mind to lull you further into comfort, she’s kissing you and you taste yourself on her, the mix was so dirty that it made you squirm. the panther’s hands slide up your still trembling thighs, cupping behind your knees to lift your legs up to spread them open, so erotically, that you couldn’t hide anything.

she kneels between your legs and your eyes fall to her hand, slickly sliding lube up the intimidating strap between her legs, your mind whirls thinking of when she even managed to retrieve it, your legs go to clench as you whine, she was going to fuck you.

the thought makes your mind blurry, and you feel your chest caving in on itself as you fist her sheets, and you faintly hear her chuckle before she’s humming and leaning back over your quivering frame, her hand re-situating itself on your leg, prying the clenched muscles apart. when she presses her hips towards you, you’re feeling her, the teasing press of her strap makes you whimper in sensitivity, and the girl above you releases a heavy sigh before dropping her head into your neck. she’s skimming her lips over your skin as she squeezes your thigh, lifting the trembling limb to curl around her hips and your hips buck up against her, a desperate moan leaving your lips when her tip barely just slips into your soaking entrance.

“bast, baby, you don’t understand how long i’ve wanted to fuck you just like this.”

her voice is deep and trails off into an almost whiny moan, the sound makes you bring your hands to her shoulders trailing across the dip of her neck and down her chest to ground yourself, she sounded so desperate it coaxed your cunt to cry some more for her. then your fingers are curling into the soft material of her shirt before the buttons are popping into the room, clinking against the vibranium walls in your haste.

the breathy gasp that flows out of shuri brings a temporary satisfactory smirk to your lips that is swiftly wiped away with the sharp stutter of her hips, and then she’s inside you, your pussy wrapping around her in an invitation as she groans out your name, her blunt nails digging into your skin when you almost painfully cry out, the tenderness of your walls laving out copius amounts of slick like she wanted to be good for shuri, for her lover.

shuri snaps her hips against you as she grunts, carving her place in your walls, making the panther's mark in her pussy, and she's cooing at your writhing form, the stars dancing behind your eyes blind you until there's nothing but her. you can't hold back your noise, and shuri's purring, the filth pouring out your throat settling in the nest of her core and she moans as her cunt clenches in an invite.

your nails scratch over her back when she pulls away from your neck to harshly press her lips against your parted ones. you’re moaning into her mouth, trying to reciprocate her dirty kisses but you can’t think, can’t think with anything other than the desperate ache between your legs, her hips are unrelenting against yours, her strap dragging against the tightening muscles of your weeping cunt.

“kiss me like you mean it, baby.”

her words are taunting accompanied by a hard and deep snap of her sinful hips, her blunt nails scraping down your raised leg to grab the flesh of your ass, her fingers digging into the softness as she hums into your parted lips, a smirk twitching across her red, enticing lips and she swipes her tongue across your swollen bottom lip, commiting your taste to memory.

the words jumble in your head, unable to formulate a response with her hands all over your trembling body, you clench your eyes shut, and your hips stutter, shuri knows you’re about to come and it makes her increase her pace wanting to see such a desirable woman, her desirable woman fall apart on her cock.

when you moan incoherently into her mouth, your thighs clenching tight around her, she shushes you, assuring you that its okay, that she knows how much her poor baby is aching, cooing about how nothing could make her stop, nothing could make her miss the absolute filth her pretty girl became when she was coming like a fucking slut. her head dipping down to press the words into the bruising skin of your neck, your head falling back in a high-pitched, dirty cry, that has shuri sinking her teeth into you as you still under her, then you’re releasing like you never have before.

“i know, baby, i know, just let it out for me, s’thandwa, it’s okay.”

shuri groans as your nails dig harshly into her shoulders, your chest heaving as you moan like you’re crying and it makes shuri dizzy, getting such a free-spirited, confident, and pretty girl like you crying underneath her, she had to have you. she strokes your skin, leaving gentle kisses along your heated skin, “you’re such a good girl for me, hm?”

your pussy is still spasming, your hips occasionally stuttering against her strap, that’s still in you, and you can’t hear beyond shuri and the blood rushing through your veins, so when you feel her shift her hips, her fingers tightening around your leg when you whine and move to pull away, the words thoughtlessly spill out from you.

“c-cant, i can’t.”

“yes, you can, you can, baby.”

her eyes are on yours, her lips cooing the words to you as she coaxes your head to nod along with hers, her hips gently sliding through you as you whimper shamelessly. when she starts to pick up her pace your whimpers turn into heavy and loud moans, that she mirrors, your gazes never leaving one another as your sounds synch. your hips are running away from the intensity, shuri gripping them to pull you back onto her, muttering about how much you mean to her, to the quelling ache that purrs from within her.

“fuck, you take it so well, my love.” her hand tightens around you, bruisingly pulling you back over her strap when you get too far, “you’re mine, baby, is that clear?”

her voice is dark, tainted with regal truth as she increases her pace, her breathing losing a little bit of its control as her cunt pulses at the way she’s owning you, claiming the love of her life. your eyes shut as tears stream down your cheeks, and all you can do is take it, welcome her into you over and over, the overstimulation planting clouds in your head, her lips laying gentle pecks across your wet cheeks as she murmurs like she wants the words to brand you.

“you can have your fun, s’thandwa, but make sure this pretty little head understands where your eternal devotion lies because i’m not letting you go, baby.”

a sob rings out from your mouth, your walls clenching around her so hard, it makes her lose her tempo, a sharp groan pushing through her throat, and her gasps are breathy and soft as she sinks her teeth into your lip, the flesh bruising and swollen from all the attention.

“please shuri, tell me to come please, need you to tell me.”

the words are pathetic and shuri knows it too, her pussy knows it better seeing how her hips stutter as she clenches, her own release so close, and so she slows her thrusts to draw it out wanting you to feel her phantom touch when those lil’ boys you entertain come to you, she wanted to carve a home within your warm walls, the same way you did to her aching buried heart.

“look at me when you come for me, baby. show me just how much you love me.”

the muscles of your body shake violently, the sobs escaping your parted mouth are wet and loud, propelling shuri’s own orgasm forward, her pussy clenching at the harmony of absolute filth that spills from your throat. her hands slide under your arched back, lifting your chest up to press her pretty tits against yours, the cool bars grounding you as they press into your heated skin, her hips riding through both of your highs.

your arms wrap around her neck to pull her down against you, a giggle leaving her lips as the strap shifts inside you provoking a groan from you, she places her head into your neck as you hum in exhaustion, your mind still hazy as you roll your lips. your hands are in her head of curls, the air so warm and inviting that the words you say are pure instinct, your lashes fluttering, comfortable as can be when you yawn out the silly words.

“guess that means i don’t have to wait for another life for you to be my wife.”

say you're mine, i'm yours for the night i'm the realest, she said i'm the realest head be genius, dick game be the meanest.

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