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Unbreakable

Chapter 8

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 4.2K

Warning: ANGST!, FLUFF!!!!!!!!, talk of past domestic abuse, talk of past rape, a small time jump, Steve being a supportive boyfriend.

A/n: I love these two so much. Reader finally tells Steve what her relationship with her ex was like. The second half of the chapter is full of fluff so I hope that makes up for it!!!

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It had been a few weeks since your first date with Steve and things couldn’t be going better. No one had ever cared for you the way he had. Not your boyfriend in high school or college and definitely not your ex David. You found yourself comparing them all the time. There were pages upon pages of comparison notes in your current notebook. It wasn’t on purpose but you couldn’t help it either. Your therapist did sit down with you and discuss your fears based on those lists. The first being that things wouldn’t be as they seemed. But you had seen Steve get angry and he never directed it at anyone. Still trust was something you were working on but Steve made it easier.  

After talking it over with your therapist and thinking it over yourself you decided it was time to tell Steve about your past relationship. That conversation wouldn’t be easy at all. There was a chance that he could reject you and you had prepared yourself for that as best as you could. 

You thought about what you wanted to say to Steve as you finished one of Marvin’s evening walks. There’s a familiar rumbling of a motorcycle the closer you get to your building and then you see Steve’s large frame moving towards the door. You called his name and his head whipped around so fast you thought it would snap off. The smile he sent your way was radiant. 

“Hey.” Steve greeted you, taking your free hand and placing a tender kiss on your knuckles. “Were you at the park?” 

“No, just a quick walk around the block.” 

You pushed yourself up on your toes to kiss his cheek as he hummed a noise of acknowledgement.

“These are for you.” He held out a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

“Steve, they're beautiful. What’s the occasion?” 

“No occasion. I was just thinking about you and I drove by a flower shop. Thought I’d get you something.” 

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. Still you tugged on his shirt so that he’d meet you halfway in order for you to thank him with a proper kiss. 

“I love them, thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.”

“Let’s head inside.” You say as you pull out the keys to the main door of the building.

****

Once inside your apartment and your flowers arranged in a vase you sat down with Steve on the couch. You were anxious about even having to bring the subject up and apparently very clear that something was wrong. 

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Steve took your hand in his gently. His touch grounded you. 

“Nothing’s wrong. I just-there’s something I want to talk to you about.” 

“Ok. I’m here whenever you’re ready. There’s no rush on my part.” 

You smile at him. He made it so easy to talk to him, to open up and to even fall for him. 

“I feel like for this relationship to keep going in the right direction, I need to tell you about what I went through with my ex. Just because I think it’s important for you to understand me better.” 

Steve’s expression was calm but inside he was already feeling anger that you even had to go through what you did. 

“Ok, but only if you want to tell me. And we can stop whenever you want. I’m here for you no matter what.” Steve gives you a small reassuring smile.

You took a deep breath and gave a small nod. This was it, now or never.

“When I first started dating David things were fine. He was nice, friendly, he planned dates and was respectful. The problems didn’t start until we had been living together for a year.” You took a deep breath. Tears are already starting to gather in your eyes but you keep going. “The first time he hit me it happened so fast that I didn’t realize it until my cheek started to sting. It was over something so stupid I can’t even remember what it was. After that it turned into him coming home and choking until I passed out because he had a bad day at work or hitting me because I didn’t fold his laundry right.” 

Steve listens as you tell him of some of the things David had done to you, the mixture of physical, verbal and mental abuse. He was angry for you, enraged that he couldn’t face David and do to him what he had done to you. Marvin moves to rest his head on your to bring you comfort. 

“There was one year, we had a snowstorm and we were going to be stuck at home for a few days. I went shopping before coming home and I thought I got everything we needed. That night he woke me up by grabbing me by my hair and dragging me out of bed because I forgot his beer. He kicked me over and over again until I could barely move. Then he tied me up and he kept me like that for hours. He’d leave me alone and then come and beat me some more. I remember at one point screaming at the top of my lungs before passing out. Next thing I know I’m waking up in the hospital and being treated. He convinced the cops and doctors that he walked in on someone trying to steal from our place. ”

“Sweetheart-” Steve’s voice broke and he could only reach out to you and take your hand. “That’s horrible. I’m sorry you ever met him.”

“Me too.” You wiped away a few tears. “A few days after that was the first time he forced me to have sex with him. I tried to fight but I was still recovering, everything hurt and it just made him angrier.” 

Steve’s breath hitched and he felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He had an inkling feeling that you had gone through something like that but to hear you confirm it had him reeling. Steve stood and turned away from you in hopes of hiding his emotions from you. This moment wasn’t about him, it was about you and you needed him to be strong. Marvin whines a bit as he nudged your thigh with his nose. 

“Steve-”

“I’m ok.”

“I can stop.” You sniffle and he turns around to face you. “I know it’s not an easy topic.” 

Steve sits again and he reaches for your hand and hesitates but you reach out for him. 

“I’ll do whatever you want. If you want to stop we will.” 

You nod. “Most people ask why I didn’t leave. I know you have to be wondering the same thing.” 

“No. I can’t begin to imagine how you were feeling and what else you went through. You survived and that’s what matters.”

“I almost didn’t though. My family basically turned their back on me and I had nowhere to go.” You say before you explain what happened the day of the blip. “I wanted to leave so many times before that but he had made me feel so worthless. Like no one else would ever care about me. I didn’t even know where to go either, I was so alone and so lost. If it hadn’t been for the blip…” your voice trailed off as you thought about that moment again. 

Then you explained to Steve some of the injuries you received, all of the broken bones, split lips, concussions, the need for your glasses and the scar on your chest from where you had been stabbed. You explain that you suffered from PTSD and panic attacks and those were the reason you had Marvin. After you were done it felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. Well almost, there was still a chance that Steve would not want to be with you after that but it was a risk you had to take. 

“I’d understand if you didn’t want to be in a relationship with someone as messed up as me.”

“You can’t be serious?” Steve gave you an incredulous look. “I know that living through that wasn’t easy and if you don’t want to be with me I can understand that. But trust me Y/N I want nothing more than to be by your side. I want to show you how you deserve to be treated and I want to be here for you in whatever way you want me to be. During the good and especially during the bad.” 

“You don’t think I’m broken?” You sniffle and refuse to meet his eye. 

“C’mere.” Steve tugged you until you ended up seated sideways on his lap. He raised your chin up so that you would look at him. “I don’t think you are broken. You fought to live and to be here now. You amaze me by not letting what happened to you define your future. All of this could have made you bitter and made you hate the world but you have shown the opposite. You’re wonderful and I’m better because I know you.”

“Steve.” You’re crying now and you loop your arms around Steve’s neck, hiding your face from him.

“All I want is to protect you and make you happy, will you let me?” 

You pull back to look up at him. He was completely sincere in his statement. You cup his cheek and run your thumb back and forth. “Only if I get to make you happy too.” 

Steve smiles and nodded before connecting his lips with yours. When he pulls back you immediately lay your head against his chest. You both stay like that for a while. Steve’s strong arms keep you close to him and his touch is soothing. This is better than what you imagined would happen and you were glad that you had told him everything. Now you could move forward without the weight of your past relationship holding you back. 

Since the day you talked to Steve about your past relationship things had been even better. You were more open and honest when you were having a bad day. There were many times when you would both sit down, him with his sketchbook and you with your journal and just spent some quiet time together while music played in the background. You didn’t compare this relationship with your last one anymore either, no longer spending your time quietly trying to figure out or waiting for red flags to make an appearance. It was good to feel this safe and cared for with Steve and you hoped he felt the same.

Steve had been surprised when you asked him to be your plus one to Lisa’s wedding. Though you thought it was time for them to meet. It was going to be a surprise for her for sure. You’d let Steve know that she had no idea that he was Captain America. He chuckled but was hopeful that he was well received by your friend. It was important to him to show those that cared about you that he was serious when it came to your well-being. 

Steve’s eyes lit up when you opened the door. You were wearing a beautiful cerulean tulle dress. It was the first time that you wore something that had any type of cleavage and it showed off the scar on your chest and some on your back. It was something you had been self conscious about but at Nat’s gentle but firm insistence you decided on this dress. You smiled up at him, his eyes popped more with the touch of color from the tie and pocket square that matched your dress. That was definitely Nat’s doing. 

“You look breathtaking.” Steve murmured as his eyes drank you in. 

“Have you seen yourself? So handsome.” 

Steve gives you a bashful smile. It baffled you sometimes how easy it was to get him flustered. You’d never tell him but it was your favorite thing to do. 

“Are you ready to go?” 

“Let me just grab my purse.” You turned and grabbed everything you needed. Then you stepped out and locked the door of your apartment. “Ok I’m ready.” You said and started heading for the stairs.

“I’m not.” 

You turn to look at Steve, confused.

“I haven’t greeted my girl properly.” She smirks as he pulls you in and kisses you. “There, that’s much better.” 

You can’t help the grin that breaks out on your face. Steve then takes the small bag that held Marvin’s things in one hand and your hand in the other. 

Lisa and Cassie’s wedding was small but beautiful. The ceremony was held in an exquisitely decorated garden and the reception was in a huge greenhouse. You had helped with some of the planning but to see their ideas come to life was amazing. While waiting for the brides to make their big entrance Steve was kind enough to take Marvin out for a quick stroll. He got back just in time to watch both women come in and head to the dance floor and share their first dance as a married couple. 

Steve had his arm around the back of your chair and you leaned into him, enjoying seeing your friend celebrating her second chance at love. 

“It’s incredible.” Steve murmured into your hair and you tilted your head back to look at him. 

“What is?” 

“To be able to see that all love is allowed to be celebrated. In the 20s and 30s they would have been persecuted.” Steve smiles as Lisa and Cassie kiss. “I know it still happens now but this is still progress.” 

“Yeah, it’s wonderful to see people able to love freely.” 

After their first dance Cassie and Lisa went to their table. Dinner was served and speeches were made. There had been murmurs during the reception about Steve being there but somehow Lisa still hadn’t seen you. It wasn’t until they were walking around the tables that she made it to you. 

“You two look so beautiful. Thank you for inviting me.” Yo say as you get up to hug the brides. 

“You look beautiful, I’m so glad you made it. And look at Marvin, he’s wearing a matching bow tie. That’s so cute.”

“I couldn’t help it. But I’d like you to meet my date. Lisa, Cassie, this is Steve.” You turn to see Steve stand up and stretch his hand out to shake theirs.

“Congratulations, it’s a wonderful wedding.” 

Lisa and Cassie are standing there with matching surprised expressions. You hide your smile behind your hand and try to stifle a giggle. They finally snap out of it and shake Steve’s hand.

“You are Steve Rogers.” Lisa says after a few seconds. 

“I am. At least the last time I checked.” 

“You didn’t tell me you were dating Steve fucking Rogers.” Lisa looks at you with wide eyes.

Steve throws his head back and laughs.

“Well his middle name isn’t fucking.”

“Y/N, not the point.” Lisa’s eyebrows furrow and she shakes her head. “You just said he worked in security and was in the military.” 

“That’s how you described my job?” 

“Well it’s true.” You turn to look at Steve. “You fought in World War Two and you’re an avenger, you literally work as security. It’s just that being an avenger is like an extreme sport.” 

Steve was laughing again. His hand on his chest and his head back. You roll your eyes but laugh too and look back at the newly weds. 

“Anyways, I didn’t tell you at first because I really wasn’t even sure anyone would believe me. Besides, it was a really new friendship.” 

“And now a full blown relationship.” She gives you a sly smile. 

“Yup.” When you turn to look at Steve he’s already looking at you fondly. “A good one too.” 

“That’s great. I’m happy for you really.” Cassie says. “You both owe us a dance each.” 

“Of course.” Steve nods and they move on to another set of guests. “What do you say, sweetheart, may I have this dance?” 

“I’m not really a dancer.”

“Neither am I but I think we can figure it out.” 

****

There was a slow song playing which was perfect for your two left feet. Steve swayed from side to side while his hands were on your waist. He kept his eyes on you the whole time, a soft smile on his lips while you sang along to the song. Marvin sat at the edge of the dance floor tracking your movements with his eyes. 

“Why did you say you aren’t a dancer? I thought dance halls were popular back in the 30s.” You looked up at him as you moved your hands from his chest to loop around his neck. 

“Well not a lot of dames wanted to dance with me back then. I wasn’t exactly the picture of a provider or protector.” 

“They’re idiots.” 

“Would you have danced with me?” He asks as he slowly turns you around the dance floor. 

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I? You were handsome back there too. I’m sure you were polite and honest like you are now.” 

Steve smiles before he dips you, his lips are on yours when he pulls you back up. You smile into the kiss just as the song ends. Someone clears their throat next to you and you pull away to see Lisa giving you an amused look. 

“May I steal your date for a dance?” She asked you and you looked up at Steve before nodding. Steve kisses your hand and then takes Lisa’s.

A song starts and Steve begins to lead Lisa around. He can’t help but look over and see you and Cassie in a dance of your own laughing. The smile is involuntary, it just appears whenever he looks at you. 

“Y/N’s something special isn’t she?” Lisa says in order to get his attention. 

“Yes she is.” 

“Other than the whole breaking up the team issue I’ve never heard anything bad about you as a person. Even then I think you were trying to protect and help someone.” 

“I was trying to help my best friend. I lost him during the blip.” 

“Can’t be easy to lose half of your family to a fight and then the other half to the blip.” 

Steve looked at Lisa and nodded. “Those first few months afterward were horrible.” 

“What changed?” 

“I met Y/N. It was like a switch flipped. I mean I could tell that she was going through something and she was so scared but she slowly started to let me in.” Steve started to ramble a bit about how much he cared about you, it was sweet.

“So when are you going to tell her?”

“Tell her what?” 

“That you’re in love with her.” Lisa smiled. 

“Oh, I don’t know. Isn’t it too soon? I don’t want to scare her.” 

“At least you didn’t deny it.” Lisa looks over to see you and Cassie mostly talking instead of dancing. “But don’t wait too long either. She’s been happier since you’ve been together and you deserve some happiness too. I’ve been in her shoes before. The uncertainty of a new relationship, the second guessing if we’re doing things right, the doubt that we’re good enough for this person that is so clearly much better for us. You seem to be a good man Steve and she needs that. Just don’t string her along ok?” 

“I could never.” 

“Good. Thank you for the dance.” Lisa gives him a hug. “Thank you for caring for her.” 

Steve watches as Lisa makes her way over to you and takes your hand while Cassie makes her way to him. The song is a bit more upbeat so she offers to get a drink at the bar instead. 

****

“Your man is so hot.” Lisa comments as you’re dancing around and you giggle. 

“He really is, isn't he?”You say dreamily. “But he’s so much more than that too. He’s so caring and he puts others first. He’s never made me feel like my feelings don’t matter.” You ramble about everything you love about Steve until Lisa chuckles.

“You should tell him you love him.”

“What if it’s too soon? Maybe he isn’t there yet.” 

“Trust me, he’s there already. Probably has been for a while.”

“Did he tell you something?” You asked before spinning.

“He didn’t have to say anything at all. The way he looks at you as if you’d hung the moon and the stars is enough to let me know.” Lisa wiggles her eyebrows at you. 

“Maybe I will… soon.” 

“I can’t wait to dance at your wedding.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t think that’s happening.” 

“Please. He’s going to wife you up so hard. I want a shoutout during the speech saying I called it.” Lisa laughed as she took your hands and shimmied around with you. You loosened up too and started to really get into the dance until you were both just jumping and wiggling around the dance floor without a care in the world. 

****

“You two look great together.” Cassie tells Steve from behind her glass of champagne. 

“So do you. Lisa’s amazing.” 

Cassie looks out to you and Lisa and smiles. “Yeah she is. My only regret is not having met her sooner.”

“Yeah, me too.” Steve says before taking a sip of his drink. “May I ask you something? It’s a bit personal.”

“Let me guess, how to show her support?”

Steve nods.

“Well everyone is different but there are a few things that seem to be true for those that survived domestic abuse. One of them being reassuring them that they deserve to be safe and happy and loved. Reminding them that what happened wasn’t their fault. Learning what their triggers are.”

“Triggers?” Steve looked at Cassie a bit confused.

“Yeah. Like is there a certain word or phrase that might cause them to think of their abuser. Yelling or sudden movements might give them a flashback. When that happens you might want to give her space or she might want you to hold her so that you can ground her to the present. It all depends on Y/N.”

“I hadn’t thought of that.” 

“It’s normal for us to not think about those things. Just don’t be afraid to ask her and show her that you’re there for her. There will be times when she might want to push you away, just remember that it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with what she went through. Just give her space and remind her that you’re there for her. It won’t always be easy but it will always be worth it.” 

Steve nods and smiles when he sees you looking in his direction. A brilliant smile lights up your face as you wave him over. He’s all too happy to excuse himself and head in your direction. You’re already grabbing Marvin’s leash when he reaches you, his hand going to the small of your back. 

“Everything ok?” He asks.

“Yeah, I just wanted to take Marvin outside. Wanna come with?” 

“Yeah, I could use some air.”

“Great, let me go get my shall at the table. I’ll meet you by the door.”

“Ok. I’ll take Marvin.” 

You hand him the leash and zigzag your way through the tables. As quickly as you can you grab the wrap you brought in case you were cold and head outside. Steve is standing close to the door as Marvin sniffs around. You walk right up to him and wrap an arm around his midsection. 

“Hey.” Steve says as he places an arm around your shoulder and places a kiss on top of your head. 

“Hey, want to walk around a bit?” 

“Yeah, c’mon.” 

The two of you walk through the dimly lit garden letting Marvin stretch his legs a bit. Paper lanterns lit the walkways that snaked their way into different sections. You wandered aimlessly talking about how beautiful the wedding was. Then you found a small dance floor outside. There were fairy lights hanging from one side to the other bathing the area in a soft, warm glow. Speakers surrounded the area and music permeated the air. 

Steve took your hand and led you to the center of the outdoor dance floor. Slow, soft music was playing and Steve pulled you into his chest. His hands on your waist as you rested your hands on his shoulders. As he swayed you side to side you leaned your head against his chest. 

“Steve?” 

“Yeah?” You heard him say quietly, trying to stay in the magical bubble you were in at the moment. 

You took a deep breath. It was time that you were honest with yourself and him. 

“I need to tell you something.” 

“What is it?” He asked as he started to pull away but you pulled him back in.

“Can we stay like this?” 

“Of course. Everything ok?” 

“Yeah,” you replied nervously. “It’s more than alright actually. Steve, I’m falling in love with you.” 

You couldn’t see it but Steve smiled. 

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll be right here to catch you, because I already have.” 

“What?” You asked as you pulled back to look at him. Same soft smile and fond look he always had when he looked at you was reflected back. 

“I’m in love with you. So when you’re done falling, I’ll be right here to catch you.” 

Your smile is brilliant as Steve closes the space and kisses you. How he managed to be so passionate but gentle when he kissed you would never know. But hopefully you’d have a lifetime to try and figure it out.

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Idol in Hiding

Summary: A new gorgeous employee starts at a small pizza place. His boss is having a hard time keeping her thoughts innocent and he isn’t exactly helping.

Pairing:  Lee Know and Original female character

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, smut, cursing, angst

Word count: 14 K

Minho takes a deep breath as he looks up at the faded sign above the door. It didn’t really matter what the place was just as long as he could earn some money and learn the ropes of working in an American kitchen, without being recognized. Since the group decided to not renew their contracts 2 years ago and each member went their separate ways, him and Jeongin were the only ones that took the drastic step by moving to the states and going to university. He knew he was done with the life of an idol and just wanted a normal life away from the spotlight. He knew he wanted to be a chef and knew the only way to try and live a normal life was to move to the states and start fresh. Deciding to go to a university in middle America gave him the best chance.

 He opens the glass door noting the smudges on the glass. Just smile and act normal, nobody will know and you can exist without the weight of being an ex idol holding him back.

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“His name is Lino?” Devantrea asks with a grin.

“I don’t know, I haven’t really had a chance to look over his application yet….” I glance at the papers in front of me. “Whoa! His last job was in Korea, I wonder how long he has been in the US?”

 Devantrea snatches the papers from my hands, laughing

“Hey I need to look those over, he is going to be here any minute” I cry out while trying to grab the papers that he was holding above his head.

“Too bad you should have read them already Miss GM…you gotta be ready for this stuff” He laughs out.

 “Hey you two!” Stephanie calls out from across the restaurant where she is attempting to vacuum the French fries that a kid had thrown on the floor just 30 minutes ago.

 “I know I am just teasing her, Steph…its not my fault she is short” Devantrea quips while handing me back the application. I roll my eyes and read through the application.

 “He actually does have quite a bit of experience in a kitchen, although it was in Korea, it’s still experience”

 Devantrea nods as we hear the door opening.

 All three of us look up to see an absolutely breathtaking man walk through the doors. He literally looked like he just stepped off the set of a K drama.

 No way! That is not our guy? There is no way this man would want to work in some dingy pizza place.  

 I watch, trying to hold my jaw closed as this beautiful man walks up to the bar that I am standing behind. I look over at Devantrea who is looking about as dumbfounded as me.

 “Excuse me, I am here for an interview…I am not sure who the name of the person I am interviewing with” K drama says with a bright smile. His accent is apparent, but not hard to understand.

 I nod and smile, trying to gather myself. “That’s me, I am the general manager, my name is Caitlyn, but you can call me Cat”? he bows slightly and holds his hand out to shake mine. His hands are warm and rough, like maybe he has worked with his hands before.

 “Oh um this is the kitchen manager Devantrea, he will be joining us” I add trying to stop myself from blushing.

“Nice to meet you… Lino is it?” Devantrea asks

He smiles the most beautiful smile I have ever seen reaching all the way to his eyes. It was slightly askew, but beautiful.

 I didn’t care what his name is, he was K drama in my mind. That man was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen in my life. I couldn’t believe how flawless this man looked. His almond shaped amber eyes sparkled. With his high cheekbones and full lips, I was convinced that he was some actor sent here from Korea to research some part in a new drama or running from some scandal.  

 “Lets all go sit over here in one of our tall tops…follow me” Devantrea said while eyeing me suspiciously. I felt my cheeks grow hot, realizing I was lost in my own thoughts and forgot that I was supposed to be in charge.

 “Yes lets, thank you Devantrea” I call out as I make my way from behind the bar.

 We take a seat at the tall top closest to the window. I was now face to face with K drama and at a loss for words. I just couldn’t believe that this man actually wanted a job here.

 He sat down appearing very relaxed, he had a soft smile on his face and his eyes were sparkling, like he knew I was a little bit flustered and was amused by it.

 “So what made you want to work at a pizza place, Lino” Devantrea asks his tone serious.

 “Well I am going to university for business and hotel/restaurant management. I want to get a feel for how American restaurants work, because it is my dream to open a Korean restaurant in the United States” Lino says confidently, not breaking eye contact with Devantrea.

 “So your from Korea?” I say quickly and then realizing that his whole damn application was Korean restaurants in Korea, I not only made myself sound incompetent but also stupid. My face turned bright red and I felt Devantrea kick me gently under the table.

 I realize I need to get it together and interview this guy. He is just a student that is studying business who happens to look like a damn model. I glance down at his application and realize he is thirty years old, but looks 22! I guess its never to late to get an education or possibly run to the US because of a scandal.

 I clear my throat. “Ok can you expand a little bit on what you did at your past restaurants?” Lino turns his flawless face to me and smiles, I swear if I was standing, my knees would have buckled. I quickly compose myself and try to maintain normal, not creepy eye contact while he tells us about his past restaurant experience. I nod along and ask questions, trying to get a sense of why he would choose a little pizza joint instead of a chain or corporate restaurant. Devantrea must have been thinking the same thing since the next question he asked was why he didn’t choose a bigger restaurant. Lino explained that he wanted to start smaller, so he could learn more and not feel overwhelmed.

 Ok that made sense!

 Devantrea gives me a nudge under the table indicating to me that he approves and wants to hire him.

 I turn and smile at Devantrea and then turn to Lino giving him a bright smile. “Ok Lino, you sound like you would be a great fit and we would like to offer you the job” 

His face lights up and he reaches out to shake both of our hands. “Thank you so much! I feel like this is going to be a great experience, when do you want me to start?”

 He was so enthusiastic about the job, it made my brain go back to my original theory that he is definitely running from some crazy scandal

 We went over his availability and gathered his paperwork to take copies for the accountant. Since he has a student visa there was some different paperwork that I was not familiar with so I just took copies of everything, secretly hoping there wouldn’t be any issues to cause him to not be able to work here.

 “So I think that Parker or Rex would be the best ones to train, they are both senior cooks and great on the pizza stations, so how about starting this weekend? Devantrea was speaking to both of us and I add “Yes, Parker can do the night training and Rex the afternoon training, I think we should start out in the afternoon, it isn’t as hectic as night shift is”

“I agree” Devantrea replies. He looks at Lino who is still beaming, “You good with starting Saturday morning? You can come in and help with prep, learn the layout and maybe make a few pizzas?”

“Yes! That works great! Lino exclaims.

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As they walk him out Minho couldn’t help but be intrigued with the beautiful GM that just interviewed him. Even though the guy did most of the talking, Minho couldn’t help but keep glancing at Cat throughout the whole interview, he was sure she noticed because she seemed to be getting a little flustered. Since being in the US he hadn’t thought much about dating or women in general, intent on focusing on getting through school, but this woman definitely caught his eye. She had to only be about 5 foot 4 inches, but carried herself like she was 6 foot, she had a confident, yet soft demeanor and she had the biggest blue eyes he has ever seen.  

With a confident stride he makes his way back to his car, feeling much better about his situation. He is sure that this will be exactly what he needs to help him start fresh

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Once back inside Devantrea turns to me, “What the hell Cat! You looked like you were about to pass out the whole time”

“Did you see that beautiful man that we just interviewed?” I exclaim. Devantrea makes a face. “Ok…he is a bit of pretty boy….”

“No Devantrea! He looks like a K drama star! I yell

“What’s a K drama? He asks with a sour face.

 Stephanie hears us and comes out of the kitchen. “Girl you are in trouble! He looks like one of those men you are always drooling over from those shows you watch” She laughs as she continues wiping down the bar.

 “Wait wait, Cat is this going to be a problem?” Devantrea asks his tone serious.

“No no way! I am a professional, he is just really good looking that’s all, he will be nice to look at” I say with confidence even though I slowly realize I am going to be that beautiful man’s boss and I start to feel a little regret. Did I hire him because of his looks? Devantrea wanted to hire him too and its not like he isn’t qualified, actually he may be overqualified.

 “Cat you are going to be his boss though….there isn’t going to be any issues?” Stephanie asks with a hint of a smile.

 “You two are not serious right? You have known me for what 5 years, have I ever had an issue with inappropriate relationships here?”

 “I know honey, we are just teasing you…it will be fine” Stephanie adds with a small smile.

 “Yeah and if there is anything going on, I will just fire him and then problem solved” Devantrea says with a laugh.

 My heart drops. I actually do feel a bit of regret. Is there going to be a problem, will I favor him? Will I be able to treat him like the rest of the crew? Will I pass out if I have to be next to him?  I have never had an issue in all the years I was assistant manager or this last year of being general manager and I had no plans of starting now, so yeah I am good nothing is going to happen.

 Even with all the big talk about not having issues I couldn’t help but feel a little bit of danger lurking around the corner, like I might be in for something I cannot be handle.

Part of me had a feeling that he wasn’t exactly who he said he was. I knew I should probably just leave it alone, but curiosity over ruled and I decided to do a little digging. 

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One month later…..

I had known Lino’s identity for almost a month now and have been letting little hints slip, seeing if he would crack and tell me himself. I did feel some guilt, I am sure he chose to move to the US and basically create a new life for a reason. He probably doesn’t want people to know who he really is otherwise they may treat him differently or at worst stalk or hurt him. Another part of me, the selfish part felt some sort of thrill knowing who is when nobody else does. I also haven’t sat down to talk to him about it, because to be honest, that man intimidates the hell out of me. He also shamelessly flirts with me which baffles me, why would that gorgeous man want to flirt with me? The worst is that I have caught myself flirting back. 

This could cost me my job if I don’t get it together.

Of course he fit right in, he was quiet but would still joke around with the other kitchen staff, he did a great job and was a fast learner. I mean with the life that he led, learning to make some pizzas was probably the easiest thing he has ever done. All the staff liked working with him and didn’t have any complaints. 

Once I found out who he really was, I watched video after video and soon my little crush grew into some intense desire. The thing is, being around him I can tell he feels the same way, which again baffles me. The tension between us is palpable and I am positive other people are starting to notice.

 On a random Wednesday I decide today is the day. I am going to get him to tell me his real identity. 

 I walk into the kitchen and stand next to him.

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Minho was mindlessly making pizzas, since it was a slow night  he let his mind wander. Cat has been acting odd towards him the last month. We always flirt back and forth, but it always stops before anything gets weird or intense, she has made it known that her job is important to her and that she will not jeopardize it for anyone. Its also not like either of us has actually came out and said, “Hey wanna fuck?” But the tension has definitely been building and sometimes it is hard to concentrate when she is close and he isn’t going to deny that the desire to bend her over the pizza table and find out what pretty sounds she can make hasn’t crossed his mind. 

He is snapped back to reality when he smells her perfume and feels her standing next to him.

 “So I was watching one of my Korean dramas last night and this song came on at the end”

Minho nods. She has talked about how she enjoys Kdramas. He wasn’t too worried that she would find out his identity through those since he didn’t really have any connection to acting.

 “I thought the song was pretty good, so I went on YouTube to see if I could find it and I started getting all these kpop songs in my recommended” 

Minho nods, but no other reaction

“The music is actually pretty good! I was surprised I just assumed it was just like Korean Backstreet Boys, ya know”

 That made him flinch a bit

 Shit! Has she figured it out? Did she stumble across a picture of him, although he had cut his hair and bulked up a bit, if you were looking you could definitely tell who he was and also “Korean Backstreet Boys” what the fuck!

 “I was wrong though…there is pretty great rapping and the music gets you like pumped up…not to mention the dancing oh my god!” I open up my phone and connect my Bluetooth to the speaker. “Also some songs are…..like sexual, but not in an obvious way”

 Minho gulps. “Yeah a lot of kpop doesn’t openly have sexual lyrics….but yeah some of it can be”. 

What is she getting at?  

 “Have you ever heard this song?” I ask him. I start playing Taste. “I am pretty sure this song is about sex!” I laugh “I also cannot figure out if he is saying “Don’t make me beg or Don’t make me bad” .

 He stops and lays the sauce spoon down as he hears his voice playing loudly through the kitchen. She is hinting at something and he can slowly feel his ears get hot. 

“Can I talk to you…privately Cat?” He says softly with a hint of a smirk.

 I started feeling immediate regret. Fuck I should have just asked him, why did I need to go so far? Now I felt bad. what if I was wrong? What if I have been delusional this whole time and I just made him uncomfortable? I started doubting myself thinking that I wanted it to be true so badly that I made myself believe that he was some famous kpop idol.

 “Oh uh of course…we can go to the office” I stammer out.

 I watch as he starts walking out of the kitchen towards the office. I look at Parker, my eyes wide and he just shrugs his shoulders.

 I follow along behind as he leads the way to my office. I couldn’t read his reaction. Was he embarrassed, or angry or was he just playing along to make me squirm?

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As he was leading the way to her office he was trying to decide how to play this. Should he just come out and ask or should he deny it and tell her she is crazy. He knew he needed to remain confident not letting her know that she had gotten to him. He decides to take a seat in her chair, giving off the impression that he holds the power and not her, knock her off her game, since she decided to almost out him to the entire kitchen staff.

 He walks straight into my office and immediately sits in my chair as I stand awkwardly staring at him. I had no idea what to say. He was staring at me, his eyes squinted and his mouth a thin line.

 “When did you figure it out Cat?” He says quietly

 “About a month ago….” I reply my eyes downcast

 “And instead of just pulling me aside and asking you decide to play one of my songs and ask if it is about sex?” He says while crossing his arms across his chest.

 I could actually hear a bit of smile in his voice, so I lift my eyes. “Blowjobs specifically” I say quickly, my eyes not leaving his. I could feel the tension between us, so thick. His eyes were burning into me and this time I wasn’t relenting.

 What was I doing? The power shift between us had thrown me for a loop and I could feel my entire body on fire. Our eyes unmoving from each other like we could both see what the other wanted, but still unwilling to give in. I could feel the coiling of desire in the pit of my stomach. I wanted him, I wanted him so fucking bad and I knew he was feeling it too.

 “We need to sit down and talk…not at work….there are some things we need to discuss” he says firmly

 “Yeah I guess we do” I whisper

 He stands up slowly and moves to stand in front of me. I could feel the heat of his body and I was trembling.

 “Lets go get a drink tonight?” he asks.

 I nod.

 “Its make me bad, by the way….but it does sound like I am singing make me beg, doesn’t it?” He smiles as he opens the door and walks out.

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Minho lets out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he shuts the door leaving you in the office . Fuck! He couldn’t decide whether he was angry that you didn’t just ask him who he was or if that scene in the office that made his dick hard under his chefs pants, just made him so flustered that he was angry. Either way, he was going to play it like it didn’t get to him, that the desire to push you against the desk and kiss you until you couldn’t remember his name consumed him and walking out of that office was one of the hardest things he had done. The fact that he knows you feel the same makes his dick even harder.

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 I made it through the rest of work in a daze. My nerves frazzled. Not sure what his reaction meant. He seemed like he was playing with me, sitting in my chair, like a power play letting me know that what I found out did not bother him. When he looked at me with those eyes and full lips all I could think about is those lips on mine, his hands all over my body taking whatever he wants. I know he knows that, he knows that it takes everything in me to not give in and he relishes in it.

At close I went into the kitchen to check out all the stations. I meticulously checked each station purposely avoiding his station, not ready to face the tension and look into his eyes, but there he was leaning against the pizza station scrolling through his phone acting as if that scene in the office never happened. When he saw me he looked up and gave me a dazzling smile making my knees weak.

 “I am all done boss, everything look good?” He says while grabbing his backpack and starts rummaging through it.I look around and see that everything was in order.

 “Yep you are good” he nods and continues looking through his back pack. I check everyone else out and they start filing out of the kitchen. He is holding back, I know he is waiting for the others to leave before he approaches me. I stop to grab a few things that need to go back to the office and I feel him behind me. 

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 As she is checking all the other stations out he decides to play with her a little more once everyone else had left. He walks up behind her, making sure she knows that he is there, but not actually touching her. He wants to make her squirm, make her realize how badly she wants him.

 “There is a bar up the street…its quiet we can meet there” he whispers, still standing behind me, I can feel his breath on the back of my ear, causing me to shiver. I swallow and nod slowly.

 “See you there” he says while pivoting around me and tossing his backpack over his shoulder.

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I walk into the dimly lit bar and see him immediately, sitting by himself at a table in the corner. He has a drink in front of of him and is reading the menu. I take a deep breath and walk over to the table and sit down without saying a word. He looks up and flashes that smile.

 “Hi boss” he says

 “Ok enough of that, we are not at work” I scoff. He smiles and sets the menu down and leans forward on his elbows.

 “Ask me anything I know you have questions” he says, his look turning serious.

 I take a deep breath ready to just let out all the information I had found out, leaving out the details about how watching him dance did something to you, made you shiver thinking about how he would feel against your body. How those hips could grind against you or how his thighs would feel between your legs. 

“So your name is Lee Minho, stage name Lee Know and you were the dance leader and a vocalist for the Stray Kids?” I say matter of factly

 He nods. “How did you figure it out?”

 “Honestly it wasn’t that difficult. When I first hired you I couldn’t believe someone that looks like you would want to work at some little pizza place and then when you said you were going to university, my first thought was 30 is late to start college, I had some theories and I started to do some research”

“What were your theories?” he says, scooting closer a mischievous smile on his handsome face.

 “Well at first I thought you were some K drama actor who came to the United States to flee from some scandal….I watch a lot of dramas so I started going through You Tube and google trying to find something, but  nothing turned up”

 He is smiling. “So that’s why everybody started calling me Kdrama as a nickname?”

 I blush. “I just told people you look like a K drama actor and I guess they just went with it and then you started answering to it…so I guess it stuck”

 “Go on” He continues with a playful smile.

 “I was researching so much stuff on kdramas that I started getting stuff about kpop on my recommended on you tube so I put the name you gave us and kpop in google and there was your face obviously with a different name, but sounds the same…..I did quite of bit of digging because I didn’t think that this could actually be possible, but the more I watched the videos and all the you tube stuff of you talking, walking, your mannerisms I was about 99 percent sure. Then I looked up information on stray kids and all the members were accounted for except for you and one other member, it said there was rumors that you had moved to America or Australia….I just put it all together”

 He was listening intensely, not interrupting and he had an amused look on his face. 

“Ok well it sounds like you are quite the detective, I knew there would be a possibility of my identity being found out and I told myself I would deal with it when it happened. You need to promise that you will not tell anyone, I am enjoying my life right now” His voice sounding sad. But he quickly shakes his head and with a smile asks “What do you want to drink?” And motions for the server to come over. 

 The server basically runs over to our table. I noticed that she had been staring at him for the last few minutes. She starts smiling and fawning over him. I internally roll my eyes, but I understand he is drop dead gorgeous and has charisma and confidence, its hard to not be attracted to him. I feel a pang of jealousy when he starts flirting back with her, telling her he likes her earrings.

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Minho knew that flirting with the server would get Cat flustered and he glanced over to her while talking to the server and notices the soft blush on her cheeks and the glint of jealousy in her eyes. Seeing her like that sent him over the edge, how beautiful she looked when she was angry, but trying so hard to hide it. He wanted to see that pretty pink blush on her cheeks as he has her laid out in his bed, kissing every inch of her making her moan his name.

 “So….what do you want to drink?” He smirks as if he knows that I was a little jealous at the attention he was giving the server.

 “I am good” I say curtly.

 He frowns. “Come on Cat you have to have at least one drink with me”

 The server is looking down at me, I could see the annoyance in her eyes and I have to admit it felt pretty damn good to know that I am the one sitting here with literally the most gorgeous man in the room.

“Fine, dirty grey goose martini, three olives” I say with a smug smile.

 She glances one more time at Minho as he raises his glass indicating he wants another one, she huffs turning and walking back to the bar.

 “You fucking love the attention? You know they are all looking at you, flirting with you” I say while shaking my head in disbelief.

 “Of course I do” he says while taking a sip of his drink. “I was an idol for years, I sometimes miss the attention”

 “So why did you…just leave?”

 “That…is a long story for another time, but I promise I will tell you all about it someday” He finishes his drink as the server brings our next round, all but slamming it down in front of me. I giggle a little as she walks away.

 We sit and chat for a little while, sipping at our drinks. We don’t talk about anything important, I got the feeling he didn’t really want to talk about his past with me yet, so he asked me a lot of questions about my career. 

After our drinks were almost empty he hits me with “Why don’t we go back to my place, we can finish talking”

 “Uh you know that is not a good idea”

 “Oh come on Cat! You found out who I really am…..you still don’t want me? I am getting impatient since I know you feel the same” He adds a little pout at the end of his sentence

 Taken aback from his bluntness. “What? Lino of course I cannot be interested in you I am your boss…it’s inappropriate, I could lose my job”

 “Your not interested at all?…. nobody will have to know” he says with a coy smile. That pretty pink blush had covered her whole face, he could practically feel the neediness radiating off of her, but still she holds back.

 Fuck! His words go straight to my core. I was on the verge of quitting my job and just letting him have his way with me. Seeing him dance in the videos had me feeling something and if I didn’t have any will power at all I would have fucked that man a month ago.

 He sighs deeply. “Ok fine, it can be completely innocent, I enjoy talking with you. I know you have more questions and I want to know more about you, plus you can meet my bratty roommate”

 Should I? he had me questioning everything. Could I just go hang out with him in his apartment with him and his roommate and not have anything happen?

 “Does…your roommate know who you are?” I ask shyly

 His face lights up and he rolls his eyes a little. “Of course he does…my roommate is Jeongin”

 “Oh” I say flatly

 “Come on…you will love him, he is a fucking brat, but is super sweet and he already knows about you”

 My mind keeps telling me no, this is not a good idea at all, but the thought of meeting the maknae who was honestly also gorgeous from the videos I watched. Also, I did really enjoy talking to him, the conversation flowed and it felt comfortable. I was also still curious and wanted to know more. 

In my heart I knew this probably wasn’t going to be a good idea, but my body had me convinced and it was beginning to become very hard to resist what my body was telling me.

 I sigh and I see him smile, knowing he has me convinced.

 “Fine, but we are just going to talk and chill nothing else” I say

 He puts his hands up. “Absolutely, I will in no way try to seduce you”

 “I am serious, you could cost me my job” I say trying my best to look convincing

 “Ok Ok I pinky promise” he holds out his pinky, grabbing my hand and forcing me to pinky promise him. I shake my head and laugh. “Ok give me your address” I grab my drink and quickly gulp it down, liquid courage I told myself.

My heart is racing as I set his address into my gps, my hands were shaking so bad that I had to type in the numbers three times before I got it right. 

What was I doing? 

I knew there was no way I would be able to stop if he starts something, my panties were already wet with just the thought of him and I knew if he touched me I would be a goner. Part of me thought, Ill just text him and tell him I changed my mind and it wasn’t a good idea, but a bigger part of me, obviously the horny and needy part of me told me to just go and deal with the consequences later. Of course that part won as I started pulling out of the parking lot heading in the direction of his apartment.

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Minho couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he quickly sent Jeongin a text letting him know they were having company and to be decent when they arrived. He responded with a thumbs up and that didn’t give him much hope, Jeongin had assimilated well into American society and has found a new hobby in video games and sex. Even though Minho isn’t an idol anymore he still tries to keep his body fit and still found time to dance, he didn’t want to lose that part of himself completely. Jeongin on the other hand although, still keeping his body fit he uses it to fuck anything with a pussy or an ass, he is not picky. He said that as an idol he never had the freedom to do what he wanted, so he is making up for lost time.

Minho will admit, Jeongin is sexy as fuck and knows how to flirt and get what he wants, he can definitely see why he has so much success in that department. Jeongin has offered to help Minho get laid, but up until now he hadn’t really had much desire, and of course Minho had plenty of girls he has slept with over the years in secret when he was an idol and of course the experimenting the group members they had all done over the years of training to let off some steam.

Jeongin was always there for him when Minho felt lonely and needy, many nights Jeongin letting Minho fuck him into the mattress always being so good for him, but Minho knew that him and jeongin were not a couple and never could be. Jeongin is in his playboy phase and wants to have fun, Minho wanting more and trying to find a intimate connection with someone.

He pulls into his parking lot, locking his car and walking up to your car with a smile on his face. You step out of your vehicle, still apprehensive about where this night is heading, your brain is clouded with curiosity and lust. You follow Minho as he leads you into the impressive apartment complex, you figure he still got that idol money. As you enter the elevator and Minho is telling you about his roommate, but your not really listening cause your brain is roaring with nerves and you cannot focus on anything except the fact that you are really going into this beautiful man’s apartment and absolutely nothing sexual can happen even though you know you both really want it to.

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Minho leads the way to his door and makes quick work of unlocking it, he steps inside and moves over gesturing with his hand to come in. You watch as he takes his shoes off and you realize that’s what you need to do also, you toe your shoes off and scoot them next to his on the mat. You are trying to focus on all of the little things, take shoes off, take coat off, hang on hook so you don’t have to look up at Minho who you know is staring at you and then you will have to think about the next step. Are we going into his room? Is is going to offer me alcohol? I can’t get drunk, Ill do something stupid. Your brain is malfunctioning and your hands are shaking. You finally get up the courage to look at Minho who is standing there with a soft smile of his face almost like he is amused by your emotional state right now. Is he going through the same thing I am right now? Is he just hiding it better?

“You want to meet my roommate? He says while turning towards the living room. You could hear the sound of a television, maybe a video game. You follow quietly as you hear Minho yell out something in Korean, you are taken aback for a second since you had yet to hear him speak in his native language in person, you almost forgot that he is in fact Korean and are also a bit surprised and embarrassed about how your body responded to his voice and the language. You would have never guessed that hearing his voice speak in his native tongue would make you feel even needier than you already felt. You had heard of people having voice or language kinks, but you never understood it until this very moment.

 With your face red you follow him into the living room where another beautiful man was standing shirtless with almost a full sleeve of tattoos and just loose shorts on holding a game controller, his black hair pulled back into a short ponytail.

 “Jeongin! I told you to be decent” Minho yells at the other man.

 “I did…I put pants on” Jeongin responds as he turns to look at us, his face breaking out into a smile that reached his beautiful fox like eyes.

 “Well Hello there, Min didn’t tell me that you were this pretty” he says with a wink. I of course blush, even though I didn’t think my face could possibly get any redder.

 “Ok Innie chill out” Minho huffs. “Come on we can go in my room, do you want something to drink?” He looks to me smiling sweetly.

 “Uh um do you think that’s a good idea?” I ask still very unsure of myself and the situation I had gotten myself into.

 “You kids be good, keep the door open” Jeongin laughs. He had a cute giggle.

 “Yeah yeah it will be fine, I promise Ill keep my hands to myself” Minho smirks as he motions for me to follow him.

My body follows him before my brain could react. Shit! If I don’t start thinking before I act this is not going to end well. I need to get it together otherwise I will let this man do whatever the hell he wants and if the other beautiful man wants to join I’d let him.

 I was fucked.

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 Minho smiles to himself as he leads her to his room. He promised he wouldn’t try anything, but his fingers were crossed in his mind. He knows she wants him as bad as he does, he just needs to convince her brain.

We enter his room, it is clean and tidy. He has some pictures hanging up so I walk over to examine them, trying so hard to not sit on his bed like I know he is going to ask. There were a mixture of obvious professional group pictures and some more casual pictures that probably one of the group members took. They were all so beautiful, it was crazy that there could be so many beautiful, sexy talented men in one group. They were all literally flawless, even in the amateur photos.

 “Do you want to sit down” Minho asks while taking a seat on the bed.

 “Nope” I say quickly and he huffs out a laugh, a laugh I recognize from some of the interviews and clips I watched.

 “Ok well just stand there and look at the pictures then, I am going to get us something to drink….I have vodka I don’t know how to make a martini, but I can make a mean vodka orange juice” He quirks his eyebrow with a smile.

 Oh he thinks he is so cute. Trying so hard to get my guard down, so he can swoop in and get me naked. Not gonna happen. 

I am in control of this, I can control myself.

 Minho could tell she was unsure. He needed to reassure her, make her feel comfortable. He really didn’t want her to leave so in order to get her to stay he was going to have to take a step back. He walks out to the kitchen to make the drinks.

 Jeongin playing his game looks up “How’s it going Hyung….that was quick” He laughs his fox eyes twinkling.

 “Shut it, its not like that…” Minho responds while pouring the drinks.

 “Oh ok sure Hyung” Jeongin rolls his eyes and returns his attention back to his game.

Fucking brat. Minho walks back into the room and is happy to see that Cat had finally sat down, but she had her arms crossed in front of her, looking very stiff and kind of scared. Poor thing.

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 Since Minho was out in the kitchen I realized that I am an adult and standing around trying to avoid him is not going to work. I am going to have to work through these inappropriate thoughts, because I still have to work with him.  

 He has a smile on his face when his walks in, holding two drinks in his hands. He hands me one and sits down on the bed, actually sitting farther away than what I thought he would. Maybe he is trying to play the long game. I take a sip of the drink he handed to me and was surprised it actually tasted nice, not too strong.

 “Listen Cat, I am not going to try anything, you have made it very clear that your job is important to you and you don’t want to jeopardize that so I promise I will keep my distance and we can just talk, ok” He turns towards me, sitting fully on the bed with his legs crossed and I won’t lie it was difficult to not look at his thick thighs.

 I nod and take a deep breath. “Ok Lino…” I say then trail off not knowing what to say next.

 “When we aren’t at work you can call me Minho, Lino sounds too much like my stage name” He says with a smile

 “So did you pick the name Lino?” I ask.

 “Well kind of” He says scooting a little closer to me. It was fine, he was still keeping his distance.

 After I started asking him questions about his life and career, the conversation flowed very easily. We were laughing and I didn’t even notice that he was sitting much closer, his knee almost touching mine. He was funny and had so many stories from his time as an idol and about the other group members. Some of the stories from his days as a trainee were actually heartbreaking. When he told the story about him being eliminated I was almost in tears and made a mental note to watch the clip later.

 It was fun talking to Cat. She was sweet, but so sure of herself. He found himself scooting a little closer to her, but she didn’t seem to mind, he wasn’t even sure she noticed. He wanted so badly to be close to her, to touch her but she was still keeping her distance.

 “You used to flirt with me all the time before you knew who I was, what changed?” Minho decided to just ask her.

 I took a deep breath. Fuck here we go. “I don’t know why I was flirting, I shouldn’t have been, but it was hard, I mean I am attracted to you, I was before I knew and even more afterwards. I couldn’t believe a man that looks like you was interested in me” I finish and gulp down the rest of my second vodka orange juice and I could definitely feel the warmth of the liquor make its way to my brain.

 “I am sorry for putting you in that position Cat and what do you mean someone like you? You are sexy and confident, its crazy attractive” He says while his eyes roam over my body.

 I felt hot under his gaze, he was looking at me with such lust it was hard to not just jump in his lap and shove my tongue down his damn throat. 

No! I was an adult and I was in control, but the boozy part of my brain was telling me that nobody has to know, we could easily sleep together and nobody would be none the wiser.

 “Cat….you want another drink?” He asks taking the empty glass from my hand.

 “Uh no where is your bathroom?” I blurt out, needing to get out the room, the tension is stifling. Everything was fine 20 minutes ago, we were talking, hanging out and then all that damn sexual tension happened again.

 “Oh yeah its right out the door to your left” he says with a little half smirk

 I jump up way too quickly, but pull myself together and walk to the bathroom. Once inside I stare at myself in the mirror. What are you doing? This is going to end badly, just leave, tell him the vodka is making you sick. Just come up with an excuse and leave. Of course my brain has almost totally shut off at this point and I let my body lead me out of the bathroom.

I open the door to the room and am met with Minho in a black tank top, he had obviously just taken off his hoody, but fuck. He was putting some clothes away so he didn’t turn to me right away. I just stood there watching him move, his arm muscles flexing. The tank top was stretched over his pecs. He had a few tattoos also, it looked like one on each of his biceps and one on his shoulder blade. He looked divine, like sex itself and it was then that I knew I was fucked.

 I was most certainly not in control of this and I am most certainly not going to be able to control myself.

 I had to stay now, I had to feel what his body felt like, I needed to hear his voice in my ear coaxing me to cum for him. I wanted his hands everywhere. He turns to look at me standing in the doorway my eyes probably glazed over.

 “Hey” he says simply and he smiles a knowing smile. He knew he had me now.

 “Hey” I breathe out. “You um lost your shirt” My voice was almost whiny at this point.

 “Yeah I was hot” He says, still staring at me, a half smirk on his pretty face.

 “I thought you didn’t show skin” I said not even sure what I was saying at this point.

 He chuckles, that laugh that I was really starting to like. “Yeah, maybe”

 “You coming back in?” He asks standing up straight holding his hand out to me. Then he gives me a direction in Korean and I swear my mind short circuits a little.

 “What” I gasp

 Now he almost laughs out loud. “You didn’t think I didn’t notice how you reacted when I spoke to Jeongin, it’s a voice kink a lot of people have it.” He is teasing now, but I felt hot all over, I could feel the wetness in my panties. What the fuck is happening to me, he like a drug that I am being peer pressured to try. But I want it so bad, I can literally feel it in my throbbing core.

 “I-I don’t think I have that” I say, knowing I sound so stupid and I am literally trying everything to not rip the rest of his clothes off.

 He walks closer to me. “Yeah, maybe…but I think I told you to shut the door” He says with a smirk.

 I tilt my head in confusion. “You did?”

 He quirks his eyebrow, “Yeah….”

 “Oh” is all I could muster. I felt like I might faint, I was so hot all my nerves were on fire. I felt like one touch from this man in the right place I would be cumming harder than I have in my life.

 “Now shut the door and come here” he says firmly.

 And I do. I close the door, sealing my fate. I just stand there, not knowing what to do, where to put my hands except on him. He walks over to me, putting one arm on the wall next to me, almost caging me in but he still left an opening on the other side, but I wasn’t going to take it. I was in now, my decision was made, but it couldn’t hurt to not let him know that I wasn’t completely convinced.

 He tilts his head and leans down. his lips are so close now, all I had to do was lean forward and our lips would be touching. Instead he turns his head and places a kiss on my neck, running his other hand down my arm, causing goosebumps to form.

 I let out a shaky breath as he pulls back. “Tell me to stop and I will” he murmurs then leans forward again, hovering over my lips again, his eyes searching mine his lips parted. His pupils are blown and there is a hunger in his eyes. He slowly leans in and kisses me on the lips and I felt like my whole body was a live wire. He pulls back slowly, but I close the gap again and kiss him letting my tongue lick along the seam of his lips, he lets me in tilting his head deepening the kiss. I moan softly as I feel his hand squeeze my waist.

 He pulls back and rests his forehead on mine, I am almost breathless at this point.

 He smiles. “Finally….you really made me work for that”

 “I could stop it all right now” I breath out unconvincingly

“Do you want to stop” his lips ghost over my neck again and I couldn’t help the gasp I let out, shutting my eyes as his lips roam over my exposed neck.

 “All those pretty sounds your making……doesn’t sound like you want me to stop” he says and I can feel him smile against my skin.

 I hear him whispering to me again in Korean, making my breath hitch and my chest heave. How the fuck is this having this kind of effect on me? I could not wrap my head around it at all. He could literally be reciting his grocery list and I would not have a clue and it wouldn’t matter his voice sounded so smooth and silky causing goosebumps to form and wetness to pool in my panties.

 His hand hand slides down my waist and settles on my hip, he slowly kneads the skin through my jeans and then goes down grabbing my thigh and lifting it up and pressing himself against me.

 “Oh…fuck” I gasp when I feel him roll his hips into my clothed core, I could feel him rock hard under his joggers. He leans in again kissing me, we are both breathless, tilting our heads are tongues twisting together and another moan leaves my lips. Fuck! all those years of dancing coming in to play.

 “Feel good?” He murmurs

 I hum in response my brain not being able to form words at this point.

 “I can make you feel even better….all you gotta do is say the word” He whispers and kisses the shell of my ear. He rolls his hips into me again, causing my head to fall back. He takes that opportunity to nip at my exposed throat.

 “Tell me” He murmurs taking my mouth again, pressing into me. I almost felt like I was about to cum just like this

 “Fuck! Minho….” I groan as those hips keep rolling into me, causing more wetness to pool, my panties had got to be soaked by this point.

“I can’t hear you” He chuckles

 “Y-yes…please keep going” I groan

 “Good girl” He says as he turns me, leading me towards the bed, our mouths still moving against each other. I feel the bed behind me so I sit down pulling him with me. He giggles as he pulls away to pull his tank top off. I stare up at him, admiring his hard pecs and firm six pack.

 “Damn” I whisper

 “Yeah…just wait” he chuckles

 He makes quick work of pulling my jeans off and then pulling my shirt over my head and unsnapping my bra with ease. It was a whirlwind and within seconds I was almost completely naked, except for my panties. His fingers find my soaking slit, pulling my panties to the side he runs his fingers through my wet folds, eliciting a moan from me.

 “You are so wet, probably been like this the whole time” he says while pulling my panties down over my ass and down my legs. He begins kissing my inner thighs, my clit throbbing for attention. I felt like one touch, one lick and I would be cumming all over his face.

 He doesn’t touch though, he goes straight in moaning into my pussy. Devouring it, sucking my clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the swollen nub, once he enters two fingers into my dripping hole I was careening towards an orgasm. I don’t think I had ever cum this fast before. I was grinding on his fingers and he was moaning like this was the best meal he had ever had. My legs start shaking as everything goes white and my eyes roll back arching off the bed, white hot heat envelopes my whole body.

 He licks me through my orgasm until I am squirming with over stimulation.

 “Fuuuck Minho, that was insane” I cry out and I hear him chuckle as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He begins kissing up my body, stopping at my nipples and swirling his tongue around the pebbled peaks.

 “That was quick” he murmurs as his mouth finds mine,  I could taste myself on him. “You taste just as sweet as I thought you would”

 “Please just fuck me Minho” I whine out

“Of course baby, wouldn’t dream of making you wait any longer” he reaches over to his night stand grabbing a condom out of the drawer. I am laying on my back, holding myself up with my arms behind me. I have never felt the need to be fucked as I felt at that moment. He is standing on his knees between my legs, he carefully pulls his pants off while barely moving off the bed. His coordination was really mind blowing. His erection springs forward and my eyes widen. I honestly didn’t expect him to be that big, he definitely had big dick energy, but damn.

 “I told you to just wait and see” he smirks as he rolls the condom over his impressive length.

 “You ready” He says as he hovers over my hole. Suddenly I got a little gun shy. He was pretty big, I don’t think I had ever had one that big.

He leans down to kiss me. Pulling back to smooth my hair out of my face. “I will go slow…..until you tell me not too, ok”

 He actually was pretty cocky, but in a confident sexy way. He knew who he was and was proud of it.

 I nod and he lines himself up with my soaking hole. He enters me slowly and the stretch took me by surprise and caused me to gasp a little.

 “Just breathe ok, I got you” He murmurs while placing soft kisses along my neck.

 He slowly pushes forward until he is finally fully seated inside of me and I could feel every vein in that cock.

 “Fuck…you are tight” He groans. “Tell me when your ready”

I nod and when he rolls his hips I swear I could see stars, there was some pain but it was subsiding to a intense pleasure and I could feel more wetness leak out of me.

 I am a moaning mess under him as he rolls his hips over and over. I wrap my legs around his back as his arms go under my shoulders using them as leverage. He continues those slow steady strokes, while kissing me and dipping down to pull a nipple in his mouth. I needed more, I was grinding up to meet his thrusts.

 “You can go harder” I whisper.

 “Are you sure” he murmurs back.

 I nod my head.

 He huffs out that adorable chuckle. “Ok, but when you start screaming I might have to muffle you”

 I kind of roll my eyes, but once he puts my leg over his shoulder and pulls all the way out and slams back in and I could feel him in my guts I did scream, loudly.

He begins a relentless pounding that had my eyes rolling back and I couldn’t stop the whines and moans that came out of my mouth. My hands clawing at his back as his cock hit that special spot, making my mind go blank.  I was getting close again. “M-minho…getting close” I moan out

 “Ok baby” he reaches between us as he roughly rubs my clit and I felt my body go taut.

 “That’s right baby, just like that…let go for me….you can be as loud as you want”

 The orgasm that washes over me, was one that I have never felt before. I was shaking underneath him and moaning his name like a prayer.  The aftershocks seem to be never ending

 “God you feel so good…clenching me so good….. getting so close” He groans gripping my hips tightly as he buries himself deep in me, I feel him throb inside of me, he groans into my neck as he shoots his release into the condom.

 I was literally shaking as he held me. I had never had sex like that before and when his face came into my view and leaned in to kiss me softly.

 “Are you ok?” He whispers

 ���Yeah…I um think I am good” I say quietly

 “You wont be in a minute” He murmurs

 “Huh? What do you mean?” I ask squinting my eyes

 He takes a deep breath. “We were just consumed with a lot of need and desire and as you come down from that high that sex takes you to, you will feel guilty for doing this”

 “No I wont” I say firmly

 “Ok…I believe you” He whispers. Rolling over and standing up to get a towel.

 After a few minutes I realized he was right. Fuck! What did we just do? I am going to lose my job. Anxiety rattled my brain.

 I knew I should have left when I went to the bathroom.

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“Just spend the night” Minho whines into my mouth.

 “No I have to work early in the morning” I say back as I push away from him to find my clothes.

 “Come on I can make you cum all night, just stay…please” He was almost begging at this point.

 “No” I say firmly as I pull on my pants.

 “You just gonna let me blow your mind and then leave me” he says with a smile.

 I roll my eyes, “You really are kind of cocky aren’t you?”

 “Yeah a little, but I know you blew my mind so I am assuming I did too”

 “it doesn’t matter, I have to work…..um is your roommate still out there?” Suddenly feeling shy at my previous ministrations, he definitely heard us.

“Nah he is probably asleep by now, he usually passes out on the couch while playing video games. Come on I will walk you out” He says while taking my hand.

 I let him lead me towards the door. I glance over and see Jeongin asleep on the couch, still in only shorts. He has his arm over his face. Kind of adorable.

 “See told you, sound asleep” he whispers pulling me closer to him and leaning down to kiss me deeply. I melt into the kiss and let him run his hands along my sides.

 I giggle as I pull away, “Ok Minho I need to go” I gasp

 He pouts a little, but lets me go. As I am walking to the elevator he blows me a kiss and then makes one of those finger hearts and I roll my eyes at his cuteness.

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Minho stood at the doorway watching her step into the elevator. He turns back into his apartment and softly closing the door.

 “Sounds like you had fun” Jeongins voice cuts through the quiet

 “Fuck Innie! I thought you were asleep” Minho yelps

 “Nope just a little warn out” he smirks

 That is when Minho notices the Kleenex laying on the floor.

 “Eeew! Did you seriously jack off to us fucking” Minho cries out. “Unbelievable”

 “What can I say you still sound so pretty…I miss you sometimes” Jeongin says with a pout

 “Jesus Innie, you really are such a little slut” Minho laughs as he pulls a bottle of water out of the fridge.

 “You have no problem getting laid pretty much on the daily” Minho takes a big gulp of his water

 “Yeah I know, but sometimes I like what is familiar” Innie says softly

 Minho laughs out loud. “You are just wanting what you cant have especially since I am getting laid now”

 “hey that’s not fair, when were debuting, training touring working our asses off you were fucking all the time, I was a good little idol and didn’t do anything I wasn’t supposed to” Innie says standing up to head to his room.

 “I Know Innie, I am sorry but what we were doing is in the past, you know it couldn’t work and that is why we came to the agreement we did”

 “I know…I just miss you sometimes” Innies says quietly and then shuts his door.

Minho takes a deep breath, the last thing I need right now is Jeongin getting all emotional. I just fucked my boss and it was amazing and now I have no idea how to go about this. She is probably going to hate me now, I guess I can’t blame her I was blinded by my desire and now all I feel is guilt.

 He lays down on his bed, her smell still lingering and images of what just happened just 20 minutes ago, running through his head. That was so amazing and it is going to be so hard to not want to do it again.

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I sat down in my car, pounding my fists into the steering wheel. “Ugh why did I just do that” I scream out to nothing.

 I am so screwed how am I going to go about this? This cannot happen again, if anybody finds out I would be in so much trouble. I am just going to have to avoid him, pretend it never happened. Fuck! There is no way I could pretend that didn’t happen, that was the best sex I had ever had and I am going to probably get wet the minute I see him again, probably beg him to fuck me over the desk at work. No way! I cannot not let that happen. I work mostly days this week, so I shouldn’t work with him until the weekend. It will be fine, by the time I see him the desire will wear off. I put my car in gear and make the drive back to my apartment.

 That is what I did for the next two weeks, avoid and hide. I would leave before he got to work. I even switched a shift on the weekend so I didn’t have to work with him. Thankfully he didn’t have any of my contact information so the only way to talk with me was at work. It was working, I was fine and when I did finally have to see him it would be out of my system.

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Chan answered on the second ring. Minho rarely face timed anyone, so Chan was surprised to hear from him. Chan was greeted by a sad Minho who needed to shave.

 “Damn Min what the hell happened to you”

 “My fucking boss happened to me” Minho spits out.

 “Oh yeah that one you had a crush on, right?”

 “Yeah that one, well two weeks ago we finally hooked up and man it was fucking amazing. I knew that she could get in trouble, but the tension was just so intense, it just happened”

 “Ok…so it sounds like you got what you wanted”

 “No Hyung! She hasn’t spoken to me in two weeks! She avoids me and I am pretty sure she switched a shift so she didn’t have to work with me. I think I fucked up Hyung! She is driving me fucking crazy, I can’t stop thinking about her, the way she looks, the way she smells, the way she looked underneath me when I fucked her” Minho is babbling, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t talk to Jeongin about it because he would get all mopey and weird and the feelings have been consuming him.

 “Ok so make her talk to you” Chan clears his throat. “Just pull her aside and make her talk to you, no matter what you guys need to talk about what happened, right?”

 “Yeah….but what do I do just pull her into a closet, wait for her to get to work or something” Minho asks

 “Well….yeah but not like creepy or stalkerish.” Chan laughs

 “Ok I guess I can try, I think we work together tomorrow unless she switches shifts again”

 “Ok well there you go, just talk to her”

 “Thanks Hyung” Minho averts his eyes

 “Aww our little devil is in love” Chan coos

 “Shut up, Hyung” Minho bites back, but smiles knowing that Chan is probably right.

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I sat in the office and looked at the schedule and see that Minho is scheduled tonight, he will be here at 4. No more avoiding, I guess I am going to have to face him.

 Devontrae walks into the office. “What’s up Cat?”

 “Uh not much, hey does the other location need cooks?”

 “Maybe, why?” Devontrae continues rifling through the file cabinets.

 “Just wondering, could we get someone transferred there if needed”

 With that he looks up giving me a curious expression. “Who?”

 “Lino” I say simply

 “Kdrama? I thought he was doing a good job here?” He tilts his head in confusion, his eyes questioning, I almost could feel like he knew what I had done.

 “Yeah I just don’t like him, he is kind of cocky and I feel like he would fit in better there”

 He laughs. “Come on you know we cant just send someone over to our other location because we don’t like them, plus it has to be something that he wants. Has he asked to be transferred?”

 “No” I say staring at the ceiling, not wanting him to see my face.

 “Is there something I need to know, Cat?”

 “No! I just don’t like him I think he is a jerk, but whatever I will make it work, it will be fine” I stand up quickly and walk out the door before he could say another word. 

Good job Cat! You weren’t obvious or anything. I check the time and realize Minho will be here in 20 mins. Fuck! I need to hide. God I sound like a fucking middle schooler, I duck into the women’s bathroom anyway to hide in my shame.

After about 30 minutes of sitting in the stall on my phone, doing what? Of course watching fucking videos of Minho. God I was seriously pathetic. I am actively trying to avoid this dude, who was famous in another life, but I am watching him dance on screen and with every hip roll I am brought back to that night. 

This is ok, I can lust for him from afar, nobody needs to know, this is my secret, this is my shame. I emerged from the bathroom after I knew Minho would arrive and be tucked back into the kitchen. 

Of course I run into Stephanie, “Hey girl, where have you been hiding?”

 “I wasn’t hiding! Why would I hide?” I say this way too quickly and Stephanie gives me a weird look.

 “Ok…can you cash me out I gotta get outta here”

 I didn’t have any friends outside of work, I had my sisters, but they were way older than me and we were not really close. Stephanie was the closest friend I had and I couldn’t talk to her, since she worked here. How badly I wanted to blurt out that I banged Minho and confess to her that I can’t look at him again, because I might lose my job. I couldn’t, so I just buried my secret and went about my day.

Once the shift began and dinner rush came I was able to focus on work, since it was a Saturday, Samantha managed with me, so I told her to take care of any kitchen issues and I will stay up front. She was fine with this, since the kitchen was where she thrived. Minho wasn’t closing so I didn’t have to worry about that, he would be long gone before I needed to be back in the kitchen. I felt ok about it, another day was a successful attempt at avoidance.

 Around 8 pm the dinner rush was winding down and Samantha came to me letting me know she was going to start phasing the kitchen.

 “So I am going to phase, Minho is closing for Parker. I guess he has a date or something” She says this as she is wiping off the server board. I felt the icy fear in my veins and I felt like all color drained from my face.

 “Um….so Minho is closing?” I say nervously

 “Yeah, Parker has a date. Its fine, its not like he will get overtime or anything. You still got Ace and David closing with him”

 “Yeah of course, its fine, all good” I say while turning on my heel and running to the office.

 Should I fake sick? Tell Samantha I needed to leave and she would have to close. I sat down on the chair, staring off into space. I am going to have to face him. There was no helping it now, my attempts at avoiding were no more. I am going to have to just tell him that what we did was amazing, but a one time thing that could never happen again and move on with my life.

 I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest, I had successfully avoided seeing him all night. I stayed away from the bar so I couldn’t even see him through the window and he couldn’t see me. I refused to look at the pizza station when I went to the expo window, but I swear I could feel his eyes on me. Now sitting in the office watching the cameras and seeing the guys finishing up their closing work I knew any minute now they would be coming to get me to check them out and I would have to see him and undoubtedly talk to him.

 I felt sick to my stomach. Was I having a panic attack? My heart was racing, I felt a lump in my throat and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I watched David on the camera walking towards the office. I felt like I was walking into a vat of lava, but I stood up to meet him at the door.

 “Oh ok Cat we are all ready, except Minho is dragging his feet” David says while clocking out.

 Fuck! Of course he was. He is trying to get me alone I know it, he is probably hurt possibly a little pissed since I pretty much ghosted him and a drop dead gorgeous guy like him has probably never been ghosted before.

 “Ok sounds good David, I am sure your stuff is fine I trust you” I say nervously

 “You don’t want to go check” He responds with a confused head tilt.

 “Nah I am sure you are good, I have some stuff I need to get done in here”

 “Ok well then have a good night”

 “You too David”

 I don’t know what I accomplished doing that. Either way I was now alone in the damn building with the man that I have been avoiding and I just put us basically in the plot of a cheesy porn.  I had to wait, I couldn’t leave before him, I had to set the alarms and lock the doors, he will be in this office any second.

I watch the cameras as Minho turns off the light and glances up at the camera, winking. I duck down thinking he could see me, Oh my god I am losing my fucking mind. How the in the hell did he know I was watching? I am so fucked, I take deep breath. Maybe I could hide in the bathroom and just tell him to just go ahead and leave, he wouldn’t walk into the bathroom would he? I stand up quickly making the decision to run to the bathroom, but of course as soon as I open the door I crash right into Minho’s hard chest.

 “Woah” he says with a little giggle. “You running again”

 “Fuck! you scared me Minho!” I cry out backing away from him like he has a contagious disease.

 “No I didn’t…. you knew I was coming, I am sure you were watching the cameras” he says with a little smirk.

 I couldn ‘t run out the door, he was blocking it. I had no choice, I was stuck in this office with this man. I hadn’t seen him in two weeks, but he was just as stunning as he was when I saw him last. He is always one of the best dressed cooks back there, always wearing clean chef pants, his hair always perfect. Beautiful as always. I take a ragged breath and back up against the desk, while he leans on the door frame.

 “Why have you been avoiding me Cat?” Minho asks his voice sounding sad

 “I haven’t….”  I trail off, knowing that he absolutely knows I was avoiding him.

 “Cat…”he begins. He comes a little closer and I inch away, afraid if he gets close enough for me to smell him I might give in to those primal urges that has me touching myself almost every night since our night together.

 “Please don’t hide from me, I know that what we did wasn’t a good idea and I am sorry that I pushed you, but I wanted you so bad. I still want you, I cannot stop thinking about you, but I understand that no matter how I feel or how you feel, we cannot do that again I don’t want you to lose your job”

 I sigh. “Minho you didn’t push me, I gave in I shouldn’t have it was wrong of me, what we did was amazing I have…..never felt like that before, the setting just sucks and the timing is all off” I drop my head and he moves a little closer, I can smell him I could reach out and touch him.

 “Do you believe in the alternate universe theory” Minho asks with a little smile

 I look up and give him a look of confusion. “Huh? What’s that?”

 “It is a theory that there are different realities, where you are the same person, but you exist in a different time, place things like that”

 “Oh…I mean probably not”

 “I do……I believe that in another universe me and you are fucking right now”

 I feel my face get hot and I feel the heat rush to my core. Shit, why does he have to go around saying shit like that.

 “Oh um….” I was flustered and he knew it, he is looking at me, a half smirk on his face. He takes another step towards me and then he was right in front of me, I stand up from my slouching position on the desk. My mouth is dry and my heart is racing again. 

I am in control, I can control myself.

 “Well…” but the words get lost in my throat when I feel his hand on my waist. His touch was like fire and even through my clothes I could feel his hand pressing into me.

 “Minho….we can’t…. we have to….” I was losing the fight. His eyes were boring into me, he wasn’t saying anything but his eyes were telling me everything I needed to know.

 “One more time jagi” he murmurs.

 Fuck there it is again, he must have called me some pet name in Korean.

 “T-that isn’t fair Minho…” I whisper

 “I know, but playing fair really isn’t my thing and I might have to cheat a little to get you bent over this desk”

 He comes a little closer, I can feel his hardness against me.

“Is there cameras in here” He ask while glancing up at the ceiling”

 “Uh not right now, the one in here is broken” I whisper looking at his plump lips. Why did I just tell him that?

 “I guess its our lucky day” He quirks his eyebrow. Then before I could mutter a word, his lips are crashing into mine, I immediately kiss him back, he lifts me up and sets me on the desk and slots himself between my legs. We are kissing like our life depends on it, like we need each other to breath.

 “I can’t stop fucking thinking about you, Cat” he murmurs as his mouth finds my neck sucking little love bits along my skin.

 I moan as his hands roam under my shirt, his hands cupping my breasts through my bra, thumb dragging along my nipple. I can feel it harden under his touch.

 He begins whispering in my ear, a dirty mix of Korean and English, switching between the two with ease. The pool of desire in the pit of my stomach was consuming me.

 He flips me around effortlessly and begins kissing the back of my neck, one hand cupping my breast and the other hand unbuttoning my pants.

 “Fuck…Minho” I moan “why are you doing this to me? How are you having this effect on me”

 “You did it to me first….its not my fault that we are drawn to each other” His hand slips down over the wet patch on my panties, his fingers slowly start massaging the bundle of nerves.

 “I want to hear all those pretty sounds you make again, I want it to echo in this office while I am fucking you until you scream my name” His fingers keep working on my clothed clit. I feel the heat start building in my body.

 “Fuck me Minho…” I moan as I arch back into him.

 He squats down to pull my pants off, only pulling them off one leg. He just pushes my panties off to the side as he runs his hardness in my wet folds.

 “Want to make you mine, all mine” He whispers.

 He then stops. “Fuck!”

 “What?” I could barely catch my breath, I just wanted him inside, stretching me out

 “I-I don’t have a condom I forgot to grab one” He says sheepishly

 “Your joking right? You wouldn’t start all this, get me worked up and then walk away just to get back at me for ghosting you for two weeks?” 

My pussy is throbbing I am about to lose my mind if he doesn’t put it in.

“Fuck…just put it in” I cry out

 I hear him chuckle, that beautiful chuckle. “You wouldn’t be begging for my cock now would you?”

 “Is that what you want Minho? You want to hear me beg for you? Bend me over this desk and fuck me stupid, tell you how badly I need you to fill me up” I pant as he resumes rubbing his cock on my folds.

 “Careful baby….I do like it when you beg, you can’t go around saying shit like that”

 “Yeah what are you going to do about it” I shoot back

 “Fucking brat” He grunts as he shoves his entire length inside of me. I gasp loudly as the stretch takes my breath away. He doesn’t go slow this time, pulling me so I am flush with his chest as he pounds into me. I couldn’t make a sound, the feeling of his cock basically in my throat, my brain unable to form words.

 “What the matter, jagi? My cock got you speechless” He groans as he reaches around to rub my bundle of nerves.

 “Y-your so fucking big” I gasp

 “Yep and your so fucking tight, now cum on my cock”

 It doesn’t take long, a few more deep thrusts and his steady rubbing on my clit and I am cumming hard all over him. He wraps his arm around my stomach to keep me from collapsing.

 “Close…can I cum inside of you?” He groans

 “Y-yes” I moan as my body shakes from my release.

 He holds me around my middle tight as he releases into me, with a loud moan. “Fuuuckkk…that is too fucking good” I let myself fall forward my hands flat on the desk. I could feel his chest heaving against me.

 “Please don’t run Cat….we can figure it out, this can’t be the last time” He pants out

 “Would you be willing to transfer to the other location?” I say quietly

 “Is that all I would have to do?” He lifts his head

 “I am not sure….I think it would be a start, I wouldn’t be your direct boss. I will have to talk to Devontrae”

 He squeezes me around my stomach with both arms and kisses me sloppily on my cheek. “Whatever we need to do, lets do it. You are driving me fucking crazy and these last two weeks you have been avoiding me, honestly impressive, but hurtful”

 I sigh and turn around putting my arms around his neck. “I am sorry I have been acting like a fool, I cannot believe that I let myself get that way. I really am sorry. I promise I won’t do it this time”

 “Promise?” He asks kissing me on my nose and putting his pinky up

I giggle. “Promise” I say and wrap my pinky around his.

#Lee Know smut #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #lee minho

[pitroig]

Mrs. Maisel: it’s ok that you’re not perfect.

I can only describe the latest episode of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel as charming and intelligent. I believe it has perfectly encapsulated, in its pacing, scene selection, and motifs, the reasons why this series will remain embroidered in our minds like a heart in bright red thread. Additionally, I think it manages to explain the storytelling of this season and tie up the loose ends we have seen in Midge's character over the past 8 episodes, which have angered a part of the audience.

And I think that all the explanations lie in those four minutes of monologue that she steals from Gordon Brown's pettiness, and with it, steals the spotlight from all the men who have taken it from her until now.

- Is Midge a "bad mother"? Probably. Very likely, in fact. This last episode shows us a Midge so focused on her success and career that she doesn't scold her children even when they have clearly done something very wrong (pretending to be sick and insulting their elders is wrong no matter how you look at it). In the monologue itself, she anticipates that her children will end up in therapy complaining about her, as we know actually happens, and she accepts it as part of the evolution of parent-child relationships. But even more revealing is the fact that she pretends to forget her children's names and then remembers them, ah, when the monologue is already over. - Is Midge a worse character for being a "bad mother"? No! On the contrary! I think it makes perfect sense in terms of character development because from the very beginning, all Midge wants is to be the center of attention. Fame. In the Catskills, always winning awards and competing. At her own wedding, giving a monologue. Maybe she never wanted to be a mother; what she wanted was to be herself. But what she was raised for was to be a good wife. Only when she sheds that burden, only when Abe sees her exactly as she is, does she understand that it's the layers of convention that have been dimming her shine. Midge loves an audience. Years later, she has a free Tuesday, and we hope she uses that Tuesday to tie up one of the loose ends: Will she go see her children? Grandchildren? Her parents' grave? Joel's grave? No. She wants to work. She needs the adrenaline rush of the show. She needs to be the center of attention. And there are only two people in the world who understand that. One is Susie. The other, of course, is Lenny Bruce.

- Lenny Bruce. I don't want to spoil the devastating opening scene or ruin the smile of the last scene they share together, but I'll comment that in the monologue, Midge says that dates, boyfriends, lovers become cannon fodder for the comedic. She does it with her own ex-husband, right in front of him, and she will do it later with other ex-husbands. But she never does it with Lenny Bruce because Lenny Bruce, the one she doesn't want to see when he's no longer himself, is the guiding star of Midge, and she will never, ever dare to touch him for fear of breaking him.

- So, does she love Lenny or does she love Joel? I think she can't love Lenny because, in human terms, there isn't much he can offer Midge. Joel, on the other hand, despite his many faults and fragile male ego, is still the guy who cares about Midge, and above all, the guy who always sees Midge as a shining star, always the center of attention in his life. And in the end, that's what she has always wanted, right? I think it's okay for Midge Maisel to be selfish, to lose focus, and to be clumsy when it comes to handling her ambitions and her life. We're all doing the best we can, and chances are, we're messing up all the time. It wasn't about a woman. It isn’t a show about a woman who has it all. It is about a broken woman who has lost the only thing that gave her life a sense of purpose and identity. It was about someone marginalized by societal norms, ignored and living in the shadows of sticky-floored bars. And together, they found their reason for being in comedy—not in motherhood, marriage, or a desk job—but in following that path, they broke all the codes and rules. 

No matter the cost.

*Please note that the term "bad mother" used here is loosely defined. I am referring to widely recognized social conventions regarding the expectations and stereotypes associated with motherhood.

#The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel #tmmm #mrs maisel #midge #lenny bruce #lenny x midge #lenny and midge #midge and joel #joel maisel

[hot-crossedbuns]

being trans is so weird.

I'm trans masc. in transitioning towards presenting more masculine. if I could I would have a hysterectomy and top surgeryl right now.

but I just saw a Reddit thread about "girl secrets" and I found myself in the comments of hundreds of people describing the mundane aspects of their womanhood, like making sure you get the leftovers out when you shower at the of of you period or the weird adjustment thing you have to do with your boobs sometimes when trying to sleep.

My hair has always been a source of dysphoria for me, always being complimented on my hair, long and thick, natural highlights and gentle curls. all I ever wanted until I finally gave in at 17 was to chop it all off. I'd get a buzz cut if it meant people stopped seeing me from behind and immediately clocking me as a girl because it went right down my back even in my ratty ponytail.

but I saw this tiktok on how women often swoosh their pony tails behind them when they walk, because it's fun. and it is! I always found some joy in that before I finally cut it off and felt pride in my hair for the first time ever.

my co-workers are all women, cisgender women who don't know that I'm not one of them. to them I'm just the short haired lesbian that works shifts with them. but this means they include me in their monthy girls nights and I get to feel the joy of being the inside of some secret club I never really felt a part of as a kid. it's fun hearing them chat shit about their exes, talk about those weird things that only happen to women because of our anatomy.

and yet, I'm taking steps to turn away from that, because while these spaces are safe and familiar to me, they what's felt unnatural and like I was intruding on something not meant for me.

I'm taking these steps to look and be seen the way that makes me confident and empowered, and yet I'm time I'll lose the experience of talking to random women fixing their make up in the at the mirrors in public toilets, or seeing 5 drunk women tell a random stranger she's beautiful when they find her ex left her for someone prettier.

Men don't have that support. and I'll lose that forever when I transition.

and yeah, once I visibly transition I don't have to be as afraid of walking home at night, and yeah i won't have to hear drunk old men hit on me after telling me I look like their grandaughters, and yeah I won't have to deal with sexist jokes made at my expense by my guy friends.

but once women stop seeing me as a woman and start seeing me for me, suddenly my past, my whole childhood, where i believed I would be a woman the rest of my life, suddenly changes meaning.

if I were to talk about those weirdly sexual and creepy comments my best friends boyfriend made for months, it's just guys being dudes. if I mention the time my boss's boyfriend smacked my ass during a busy shift, it's just a bro tap. if I mention how random guys at work often try to hug me or hold my hands or call me pet names, it stops being harassment and just starts being guys messing about.

if I mention how my cramps can immobilise me, or how much I hate wearing tampons or how dogs do that weird thing where they just keep sniffing your crotch or how sometimes my ovary cramps and it's rock hard beneath the skin, or how frustrating it is when your period comes 2 days early and ruins the underwear you liked or it's a week late for absolutely no god forsaken reason and your hormones are all over the place, and you're moody, tired, angry, sad, hungry bloated and nauseous all at once, they're just look at me all funny because his could I, someone who looks and presents as a guy, possibly know what it's like to be a woman.

as if I didn't live as one for 20 years.

as if I didn't plan to live my life as a woman.

as if I didn't grow up being someone's daughter, sister or niece.

as if I didn't expect to be someone's mother, wife or aunt.

being trans is weird, because once you realise it, all of your life experience slowly stops mattering.

it's weird because yes I want the world to separate me from who they always assumed I would be, yes I want them to stop seeing me as that little girl who didn't quite know how to be a girl. yes I want them to see me the way I've always felt I was supposed to be... but I don't want them to only see the masc side of me.

my girlhood, my femininity, my lived experience as a female in the 21st century all helped shape who I am now, and just because I'm trans doesn't mean that goes away.

but no one really sees that.

and yeah, it's a good thing, it means the world is finally starting to see me for who I've always known myself to be.

but knowing that part of me is slowly fading is weird.

being trans is so weird.

and so frustrating.

all at once.

#im just having a weird time #dysphorias been kicking my ass #and that reddit post about 'girl secrets' really fucked me up a little #anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk #trans #transgender #transmasc #trans man #trans issues #lgbtq

[arachnixe]

A Date With The Empress Of Space

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Aria was not expecting a cadre of imperial soldiers barging into her coffee shop. It had been a long week, and—frankly—being abducted without explanation to be sent into space was the last thing the barista needed.

It's not that she wasn't scared, but being indignant about the inconvenience worked well as an emotional shield, at least for a while. Unfortunately, the trip wasn't particularly short. She couldn't imagine where they could be taking her, and worry began to creep in.

The shuttle carried her up the planet's gravity well, where they transferred her to an intrasystem ferry. Hours later, she was silently ushered to yet another vessel—a corvette, distinctly military.

Nobody would tell her what she'd done, where they were taking her, or why.

The sense of dread slowly tightened its grip. This wasn't the first time she'd caught the attention of someone in power, and her life never had quite recovered from that incident.

Another transfer, this time to the largest dreadnought she'd ever seen.

She was just fucked, wasn't she?

Her eyes caught a name emblazoned on the ship, her legs stumbling as shock momentarily overwhelmed her ability to coordinate her limbs. This was the Queen of the Night. The Empress's flagship.

No. They couldn't be taking her to see—

There's no way—

Why would she—?

Aria still had come up with no answer by the time they led her to the most ornately decorated chamber in the ship, closing the door behind her and leaving Aria all alone with the terrifying warlord who ruled the cluster, Empress Galatea.

With a dramatic swoosh of her glossy black cape, the Empress turned and fixed her eyes on the humble barista, and there was something in her gaze that oh god it's her ex.

"Lee?"

"Hey there, Aria. So nice of you to drop by."

"You had me kidnapped from my job, you psycho bitch!"

"Pretty romantic, huh?"

"I was scared out of my goddamn mind!"

Lee gave her customary crooked, apologetic smile and half-shrug that she always did when Aria got frustrated with her bullshit.

Aria scrubbed her eyes in frustration. Maybe she should have been intimidated by her ex being the Empress, but somehow she didn't have it in her.

After taking the time to compose her thoughts, Aria spoke again. "Can you at least tell me why you had your henchmen drag me way out here without even telling me first?"

"Would you have come if I sent a letter: 'hey babe, I figured out how to win you back?'"

Aria gave her best Exhausted Food Service Employee Withering Glare.

Lee nodded in response. "Exactly. And that's why I went, hey, I'm the Empress, I can just have you delivered!"

"Ugh! You haven't changed a bit, have you? Anyone's 'no' is just an obstacle to be worked around, isn't it?" Aria clenched her fists. "Take me home. Empress or no, you're not gonna 'win me over.'"

At this, Lee looked genuinely wounded. Empress Ex made a placating gesture. "C'mon, babe, please hear me out," she said, giving her best puppy-dog eyes. "I have changed, really!"

"I bet."

"I've accomplished so much, done so many things, I've conquered whole star systems at a time, and now I rule basically everything that matters," Lee said, turning those deep, soulful eyes toward her.

Cranking up the charm, she grabbed one of Aria's hands in hers, holding it tenderly. She dropped to one knee for maximum dramatic effect. "But you know what my biggest regret is, all these years later? That I broke your trust and your heart. I still love you."

Aria, who was never good at pretending that she wasn't vulnerable to theatrics, did her best to keep that hard edge in her voice. "You could have anyone you wanted, Lee. Why do you keep bothering the one person who told you she never wanted to see you again?"

"My darling. My dearest. My shining star. I still love you. You're the one I became Empress for in the first place," Lee said, probably lying. "A Galaxy means nothing to me without you in my world. That's why I gotta find a way to show you that it'll be different this time."

"How did you become Empress anyway?" Aria asked, still in disbelief. It was utterly baffling how her chronically unemployed ex ascended to such a lofty title.

Lee leapt to her feet, clearly excited for the opportunity to talk about her favorite topic of all, herself.

"Well, it turns out that aside from murder, I'm pretty good at other political maneuvers, like blackmail, sneaking around, getting people's trust, spying on them..."

Aria snorted. "Yeah, I can personally vouch for some of that."

"Look, I'm sorry I went through your phone that one time! How many times do I need to apologize for my mistakes? Just tell me what to do to make you forgive me!"

"Try groveling," Aria replied dismissively. "I'll let you know if it works."

To her surprise, Empress Galatea discarded pride and threw herself down at the barista's feet.

"Please, babe," she begged. "I never stopped loving you. I've changed. I'll never do any of those things again. I'll promise you anything if you'll give me one more chance."

At seeing the Empress begging at her feet, some strange, forgotten emotion stirred inside Aria. "More."

"I know I was the worst. A total fuck-up. You are a goddess, and it's my fault I ruined everything, and you were right to say all those things and kick me out, and—"

"That's, uh. Enough. Get up, Lee." It's not that she wasn't enjoying this, but those feelings were rising a little more strongly than Aria expected or wanted. She felt the heat rising in her cheeks, and she needed to end this before making a really impulsive mistake.

Lee stood. "I grovel to nobody, Ria," she said, voice unusually soft and quiet, with a genuine humility she rarely showed anyone. "Nobody but you is worth it, and for you I'll gladly debase myself for the privilege of enjoying even a moment of your attention."

Despite herself, Aria was afraid Lee's plot was working. She was already beginning to imagine how nice a life it would be if she were the woman who had the Empress at her feet. She cleared her throat and changed the subject.

"So. Galatea, huh?"

Lee laughed. "Yeah, taking a fancy Empress Name from old Earth myths makes you sound more impressive. That's what my advisors said, anyway, and I pay them a lot to tell me these things. So I just picked one."

"You identify a lot with Galatea's story?"

Lee waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "No idea. Just liked the sound of it. It was between this and Vriska, and Galatea sounds kinda like 'galactic,' like I'm saying 'watch out,' you're next' to the rest of the galaxy."

Aria couldn't suppress a laugh. Yeah, that's Lee.

"It's nice to hear you laugh again, babe," Lee said, brushing a strand of hair out of Aria's face. "I really missed you."

"Lee, no, we're still not there yet..."

Aria wished she could take back the "yet" that made her ex's eyes light up with hope.

"Okay, okay, fine," Lee said, withdrawing her hand and stepping back. "Can I at least show you the gift I prepared for you?"

Aria took a deep breath, in and out. "Alright, Lee. What's the gift."

"You remember that shitty bureaucrat back then who decided he didn't like you and made sure the paperwork for your submission got lost in the system?"

Aria eyes brightened. "Are you gonna pull some strings and get Greg fired or something?"

"C'mon, Ria. That's the least of what he deserves for fucking up your life and saddling you with, like, infinity debt."

"And forcing me out of my whole discipline into working shitty jobs where I get yelled at by the world's most entitled jackasses every day forever."

"Yeah, see? Getting fired would be nothing compared to all that. No, I've got him imprisoned aboard the ship." Lee chuckled maliciously, and there was something awfully pleasing about imagining a guy Aria hated suffering the brunt of her ex's creepy, manipulative horseshit.

"He doesn't even know why he's here yet," Lee added with satisfaction. "But he's got a nice window with a view, and he soon will."

Lee beckoned and led her across the room to where—with the touch of a button on a remote—the wall vanished.

The panoramic scene was breathtaking, revealing a sweeping view of a beautiful planet from orbit. It was a lovely, well maintained world, full of lush green and blue, glowing like a jewel.

"Kalos," Lee said, inclining her head toward the planet. "You'll never guess who lives here."

Aria put no effort into guessing. "I got nothing. Everyone's heard how you executed that mining mogul, and don't know anyone else rich enough to live in a place like this."

Lee's grin sharpened with a cruelty that made Aria shiver. "Greg does. And his family. And his good country club buddies. And probably other jerks, I don't know, who cares."

Aria chewed her lip, unsure where Lee was going with this.

With a grand, sweeping gesture that maximized the dramatic effect of her (very cool, Aria could admit) cape, the Empress pushed a button on the nearby comm. "Let's do it, people," she said. "Make sure the prisoner is watching."

Releasing the button, she turned back to Aria. "For you, my love."

Aria watched as countless more ships dropped out of stealth, all holding steady orbit around Kalos.

In unison, they fired.

White-hot beams struck the planet's surface everywhere at once.

Aria had never seen what the Empress did to planets that earned such retribution, but everyone had heard of it.

Now, Lee was turning the vast destructive power of her fleet to the complete obliteration of all life on this planet just because someone who lived here hurt Aria.

It was the most romantic thing Lee had ever done for her. Aria felt an arm snake around her waist, and she let her head lean to the side and rest on Lee's shoulder. Together, they enjoyed the fireworks.

"So does this mean you forgive me?"

"Mmm. Not yet. But this is a pretty good start. Do I get to be the one who tells him why you did it?"

"You know I would never deprive you of the pleasure," the Empress said.

Aria smiled. This did seem much better than her life as a barista. "You get one more chance."

#empty spaces #war crimes #evil ex-girlfriend #my writing #repost

[starlitangels]

Psychic Scream

@lil-writer-523​ I told you I’d tag you if I wrote this fic. Here it is. Let’s get this show on the road 1.5k words

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“Excuse me,” I said politely, edging around the tall man in the grocery store aisle who was standing between me and my quarry—Geordi’s favorite kind of chips. He shuffled just barely out of my way. Not as polite as I would have been, but the store was weirdly crowded for a Tuesday evening.

I tripped on my own toe on the way back to my little cart, staring at the man.

Why did he look so familiar?

I stuck my magic in his head. He had no aura. No one else in this store nearby did.

—been a long day—too many damn people in here—staring, why?—

“Can I help you?” he asked sharply.

His physical voice combined with the voice of his thoughts made me realize why I knew him.

Ben. Geordi’s ex. I knew his face and voice from Geordi’s memories that I caught flashes of sometimes when Geordi’s insecurities spiked. This was the man that destroyed my sweet boy’s self-confidence.

Rage gushed into my blood like a broken fire hydrant. I opened the gate between his mind and mine and started something that was... emphatically discouraged by every professor I’d had at D.A.M.N.. A psychic scream. I started it soft, low. Ben wouldn’t even notice it at first.

I painted an obviously-fake smile on my face. “Sorry. You just look familiar. Have we met before?”

“Don’t think so,” he said. His words were clipped. Geordi, baby, how did you ever fall for this guy? Was he always like this? I thought. Geordi was still at work and far out of my telepathy range.

“Just one of those faces, maybe?” I suggested. The psychic scream started building a little more. Ben winced.

“Maybe,” he grunted.

“Maybe you’re one of my boyfriend’s old friends. Do you happen to know a Geordi?”

Ben froze. “Geordi? As in G-E-O-R-D-I?”

I nodded.

“Well... yes. I did.”

I snapped my fingers. “That must be it, then. I must have seen you in a group shot on his phone or his Facebook or something. That makes total sense.” The scream kept building. He didn’t actually hear my mind and magic screaming at him. But unempowered minds weren’t built to take in the telepathic magic I was flooding his with. “Sorry to bother you.”

I waved vaguely, like I was going to leave.

“Hang on a sec,” Ben said. I paused. “Did you say boyfriend?”

“Yup!” I replied cheerfully.

Ben scoffed. “Best of luck to you. Geordi and I used to be together,” he said. “He’s a sweet guy he’s just a little...” Too much? I finished for him internally, seething. “He was a handful.”

I smiled. “Good thing I have two hands, then,” I said, raising both of them, one of them still holding the bag of Geordi’s chips. Ben’s eyes flicked to it and then back to me. I gave him a smile—one that obviously held sarcasm and sneering—before marching back over to my cart and dropping the chip bag in it. 

The scream was hard to hold onto. I heard Ben grunting behind me. A quick peek over my shoulder revealed him holding his head in pain.

There would be no lasting damage. He’d have a migraine for several hours and then he’d be fine.

He deserved so much worse for shattering Geordi’s self-confidence like a cheap vase, but it was the worst I could do without a major breach of covert. So I maintained the scream, building it slowly.

“Have a good day,” I said, saccharinely sweet and plainly meant to reveal I didn’t mean the words whatsoever. I moved to march off to locate the next item on my list.

“Wait,” Ben said. I could hear the strain in his voice. I paused and turned to face him. He was lowering a hand from his head. “How... how is Geordi? Has he ever mentioned me? My name’s Ben.” His right lower eyelid twitched and I could see him struggling against the building headache.

“Geordi’s doing better now. No thanks to you,” I said, keeping my tone even despite how desperate I was to sound hostile. “He did mention you, as a matter of fact. And he didn’t have to say it outright for me to piece together that you’re the reason his self-confidence was absolutely shattered when I met him. Constantly worried about being ‘too much, too soon.’ Scared that I’m going to leave him the way you did because he’s a little awkward.” I snorted derisively. “I don’t know what he ever saw in you, but you never deserved him. I love him so damn much—all I want to do is make him happy. Because he makes me happy. He deserves that. He’s sweet and thoughtful and silly and God I wish he’d never met you sometimes.”

I let the psychic scream reach its last crescendo and then cut it off abruptly. My Threads trembled from the exertion as I stalked away, shoving the cart ahead of me. I heard Ben grunt in pain from behind me.

—the hell just happened?—God, why does my head kill so bad right now?— was the last snatch of his thoughts that I caught before I yanked the rest of my magic out of his head. He didn’t deserve one more second of time, attention, or energy.

—

I tried not to slam the door to the apartment after I brought in the last load of groceries, dropping the bag on the kitchen counter. I leaned against the tiny, kind of pointless island and rubbed my temples.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Geordi asked.

I jolted so bad I knocked one of the cereal boxes I’d just bought off the island behind me. It clattered to the floor. My magic was too spent from the scream to even consider using psychokinesis to catch it. Swearing, then sighing, I bent down and picked the box back up.

The hardest part about dating an unempowered human after growing up in a whole damn family of Telepaths was the fact that he had no aura for me to know when he was home or not.

“Nothing. My magic’s running a little low, that’s all,” I replied.

“What for? Were you reading every damn mind in the grocery store?” Geordi asked, looking concerned. “Do you need some Advil?”

I shook my head. “It’s not at the headache point yet.” I lowered my head. “Can’t say the same for Ben,” I muttered under my breath.

“Wait, what?”

“Nothing. Talking to myself.”

“No. You said Ben. As in my ex?”

I rubbed my eyes. “Yes. I ran into him at the store. In the potato chip aisle. And I gave him a migraine that will last... oh... the next four hours at least.”

“How did you do that?”

I sighed again. “It’s called a psychic scream. Only Telepath specialists, like me, can harness enough Telepathic magic to pull it off. Some powerful Freelancers might be able to try, but they wouldn’t be as successful.” I cleared my throat. “Essentially, I poured so much magic into his physical brain that his body didn’t know how to react and started to give him a migraine to let him know something was wrong. But, ultimately, there is no lasting damage and human doctors wouldn’t find anything wrong in his brain. An empowered Healer would sense the echoes of the magic but somehow I doubt Ben would be able to have a check-up with one of them.”

“Why?” Geordi asked. “Why would you do that to him?”

“He hurt you. I wanted to make sure he got a taste of his own medicine, brief though it will be.”

“Cutie—you shouldn’t have—you could get in so much trouble—the Department—”

“Will never find out,” I interrupted. “He’s unempowered. It’s not like he’s going to report me to the Enforcers. And the Department is certainly never going to find out from me.” I snorted.

“Baby...”

“Geordi, you’re worth it. I love you. I love you so much. I know it was a stupid thing to do but... I don’t know. I recognized his face from your memories and I just... I saw red.” I started unpacking the grocery bags. “I’m a Telepath. Not an Empath. I’m not good at Empathic magic, either. I can’t feel your emotions. But I can hear your thoughts when you remember the hurt he caused you. And I wanted him to feel some of that, on a different level.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m fine that you two broke up since it means I get to be with you. But no one hurts my Geordi and gets away with it.”

Geordi wrapped me up in a hug. “Just... don’t let it happen again. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“I’ll do my best, baby. Promise.”

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Geordi #Redacted Cutie #Cutie #Starlit Fic

[bizarrescribblez]

👯‍♂️, 💘, and 💞? Give us the deets :3

AAAAAAA HI RUBY IM SO. LATE TO ANSWERING THESE OHMYGOSH 😭 I’ve had a few busy mornings so I’ve been tired and end up forgetting I had these BUT NOW I WILL FINALLY ANSWER AND TYSM FOR SENDING 🥺💗

👯‍♂️: What canon character are you most similar to?

I feel like to anybody who has watched the show this answer might be very obvious, but I feel like I’m a lot like Toki! :) ofc because of his optimistic attitude and his whimsical nature, but he also tends to say the most out of pocket shit ever and I’ve been caught by friends doing the same thing too IFJSN SO I’D SAY WE’RE VERY SIMILAR and to anybody who’s never seen him here he is!! My best friend!! We collect plushies together!!

💘: Why would people love your ship? Why would people dislike your ship? How might it start debates?

Omg you know well people would dislike my ships because it would get in the way of their ships JDBSJSNSN THE FANDOM FIGHTS WOULD BE SO CRAZY. I think mainly with my ship with Skwisgaar that fans would be annoyed that his trait of being the “sex god” would be gone once we’re together. Same with Nathan expect fans (mainly the older ones) would be mad Nathan would be more softer/domestic like once we get together. I CAN SERIOUSLY GO OFF ABOUT IT but those are my main points. Although I think my ship with Murderface would prob have the most love since it’d give him more development @ his insecurities/how he views himself..

💞: Aside from with your f/o, who else would you commonly be shipped with? Why?

Omg the way these technically are all side ships/established canon ex relationships in my head but it’s too embarrasing to get into BUT. The drama factor of all of these is insane. Ofc Seth. Rolls my eyes. HE’S AN F/O but people would ship it for that good old ‘lovers to enemies to what is their deal’ type beat to it! And ofc theres dethklok minute host (the name i gave him is marc tackett in case you’re confused why i call him marc) with the drama of one sided love (the love is on his end poor guy..) and ofc theres Rikki Kixx and Twinkletits.. I just think they are cutie patooties and people would be intrigued by the mystery of our romance tbh since for Rikki he’s only in one episode and with Twinkletits there would be a lot of awkward silence in scenes with us in the same room OK IM DONE RAMBLING HERES WHAT THESE GOOBS LOOK LIKE cuz i love showing the boys off 😔

oh yeah i feel like people would also ship me with knubbler too since I feel like we’d have a lot of side plot moments together and he helps me a lot with recording and such JFJDJD plus it makes sense since he is blonde like skwisgaar (and marc but he’s totally bleached blonde).. can i get five more of these little blonde bitches..

#🍓 ask games! #HOLY CRAP RUBY IM #SO SORRY i went a little unhinged there whoops #self ship #self ship community #f/o community #self shipping #fictional other community #also in case anybody needs it for those images of knubs #tw blood

[readythefanons]

Happy October! Today I will be sharing fics on the theme “origin story.” 

The first fic is, “All things considered (could be worse)” which is in the Netflix Daredevil fandom. It Foggy/Matt. It clocks in at 47.9K spread across 53 chapters :)

Foggy is a lawyer with his own practice. Matt's an ex-law student and vigilante.

 “Hello, I’m Foggy. What’s your name?” Foggy asks. It is, admittedly, not necessarily the best opening line, but it’s certainly not the worse.

The second fic I’m sharing today is “with care and attention” which is my first-ever fic I posted for FE3H (fire emblem three houses), and it’s Byleth/Yuri, and it’s smut. :)

Byleth was not an amazing kisser—she didn’t take his breath away or do obscene things with her tongue—but she was competent, and she kissed Yuri exactly the way he wanted to be kissed. She filed away his likes and dislikes for this in the same way she’d learned everyone’s hobbies and favorite blends of tea.

Rambling about each below

I’m going to do the smut one because my rambling there will be shorter

“with care and attention”  is the first-ever fic I posted for FE3H, and it’s smut. I’ve joked before that my debut into any fandom is always smut, but honestly that’s less of a joke and more of an accurate observation.

I have little memory of the contents of this fic, just that I was kind of nervous to be posting it, and at the time of writing this thing about it, it has... 8 comments (4 of which are my responses). It’s been up for a little more than 2 years. So I often sort of forget it exists, but that makes it extra amazing when someone finds it and says they liked it :) And it marks my entrypoint into posting for my current fandom! And the comments on it are SO nice, they’re like “I like the sexy consent! I like the way the intimacy is portrayed.” It makes me feel like I did something spiffy :)

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“All things considered (could be worse)” is, no lie, my most viewed, most kudos’ed, most bookmarked, subscribed, and commented-on fic on AO3 to date and probably ever. I feel very comfortably saying I probably “peaked” already* (*if you measure success by those metrics, and I don’t) so I have full freedom to dick around forevermore, amen. 

I really, really don’t understand when fic writers are all “oh no someone found my old fic and commented that they like I’m embarrassed” because I LOVE that! Obviously, I’m participating in this event :) When I get a comment on an old fic, it’s like getting a letter from a friend I haven’t seen in a long time. “Oh, hello! You’re still out there, doing your thing! Good for you! I love you!”

I don’t know why this fic is as widely-read as it is? I’d like to think it’s because I’m an amazing writer but there are a lot of amazing writers in the world.

I hope it’s because it’s a very cozy piece. It’s like “oh what if this part of the premise were harder, but everything else was somehow easier? what if Matt and Foggy met, and they still became friends, what if Karen Page showed up and they became a team, what if Marci and Claire were there and everyone was kind in their own way? What if people asked for help and received it?”

So I think maybe, it is still as well-liked as it is because it’s nice to think about that. And the format (mostly slice-of-life episodes kinda??) supports that. 

The meta-story of working on and ultimately finishing that fic is that kind of story too, because I started it, and then I didn’t have time, but kind comments kept coming in, and that gave me the motivation to finish the story--for me, for the characters, and especially for the people who read it and liked it. The fic is complete because of the random generosity of internet strangers :)

If you made it this far, I am tagging you: share an old piece of fanwork you made, or share a fanwork you love. If you want a theme, go with “origin story,” either yours, the author’s/artist’s, or the characters’ <3

#oldcontentoctober #old-tober #old fic october #mcu daredevil #matt/foggy #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #yuri/byleth #reddy writes

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

469 of 2023

How long have you been sober?

Since 2022.

Do you think you are an argumentative person?

Nah. Only if someone asks for it.

How’s your heart lately?

Still there, thank you.

Do you still talk to the person you lost your virginity to?

Yup. We're friends now.

Is it harder to be rejected or to reject someone else?

It depends. Probably being rejected.

What is the best thing about your current job?

Everything, enough said. The job itself, people, atmosphere, the thrill.

What’s the last thing you drank?

A bit of Coca Cola for my meds.

Have you been on a date in the park?

I don't date. Even with my husband, I didn't.

Where are you going on your next vacation?

Hopefully to Poland.

Are most of the friends in your life new or old?

Old, but a few are indeed new.

Have you ever gotten so wasted, you didn’t know what was going on?

Yeah, a few times. Young and stupid, you know.

Do you like pulp orange juice?

Ew, no. I hate having pointless bits and pieces in my mouth.

Do you prefer the tanning bed or the sun?

No, thanks. I love long walks on the beach and tanning is a very much unwanted side effect.

Who and when was the last person of the opposite sex that hugged you?

My mum, in July.

Were you single on your last birthday?

Lol. I've been fresly married to someone I've known for 5 years.

Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?

My husband.

Do you have a friend who you think is a sex addict?

I don't know and I don't care, it's their life.

When was the last time you cried?

Why does this question appear in every single survey? I'm sick of it already.

Ever kissed a Robert, Tyler, Ryan, or Michael?

No, none of those.

Name something you dislike about the day you’re having?

I caught a cold and my nose and throat feel weird.

When will your next kiss be?

Whenever it will be. I'm not planning such things.

Do you hate the last person you kissed?

Better, we're married.

Where is the last person you kissed?

Standing in the living room, texting a customer.

Has anyone ever seen you in your underwear?

Of course. My ex, my husband and even my family lol.

Who was last to cook for you?

I cook for myself. My husband doesn't like my soups.

Are you attracted to the last person that kissed you?

Sure, but not in a sexual way. And not even romantic.

Do you remember the first conversation you ever had with the person you currently have feelings for?

Yup. We met at work and he was surprised that I was the only one who could speak his language.

All girls deserve sunshine right?

Everyone deserves sunshine, and genders don't matter in it. It's personality that matters.

Who was the last person you saw besides family?

Well, my husband is my family, so some random stranger on the street is my answer.

What are you not looking forward to?

Bad weather. Looks like it's gonna be raining today.

What makes you cry right now?

What a question. Nothing does.

Will this week be a good one?

It's Thursday already.

Who is the last person that texted you?

My dad.

Where did you get the shirt you’re wearing?

Cropp, it's the Polish clothing brand.

What are you listening to?

Watching the news in TV.

What are you going to do next?

I'm gonna go to my physiotherapist.

Will you regret your next kiss?

What a dumb question.

Who was the last person you gave the finger to?

My husband, but it was for a noke and he didn't even get offended.

Do you currently have feelings for anybody?

Meh what are all these questions about.

Who did you last make plans with?

My husband, about our weekend.

Are you the oldest?

Of the siblings? Yes, I am.

Have you ever liked someone that treated you like crap?

Yeah, we all make mistakes.

Do you enjoy eating veggies?

I absolutely love veggies, except pumpkins and raw cucumbers.

Do you know the difference between a vegan and a vegetarian?

Who doesn't? I can't believe this question is even serious.

Who did you text most today?

My dad, about rising prices of goods.

Do you have a reason to frown right now?

Nah, maybe except for that cold.

Would you prefer to go out on a fancy date or just chill in his house?

No and no.

Are you wearing socks?

Yeah, I am. Surprise, they're pink with a white gradient..

Do you enjoy long car rides?

Yeah, I do very much. I love road trips.

Where is the person you fell the hardest at?

Omg. *rolls eyes* Next to me on the couch.

When was the last time you got drunk?

Long time ago. It's not safe for me.

What cell phone provider do you have?

Proximus.

Do you know anyone who has gotten an abortion?

I do, but I'm far from judging her. Especially that now when she found the right person, she wants to have children with him.

Do you own a laptop?

Yeah, typing on it right now.

Favorite smell in the world?

Vanilla and cinnamon, and sea/storm air.

#survey #q&a survey #random survey

[purplesurveys]

1607

Are you anything like your siblings? We share some core habits, I guess? like quirks we’ve adopted from one another from years of living together. But I’m very different from both of my siblings in that I’m the most emotionally expressive and also the one with the biggest inclination to be extroverted. Those two never want to leave the house like ever lol.

Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex? Hans and JM. I’d say Luis is also a fantastic low-maintenance friend - we occasionally check in on one another from time to time despite the fact that we haven’t hung out since, like, 2016. What can you smell? Fresh paint. My dad just worked on the steps on my loft bed.

Do you want to see somebody right now? It’s my last free day before work, so I prefer to be alone right now. 

Are you a forgiving person? Not especially.

Who did you last fall asleep with? Agi, at least until he jumped off 5 minutes later lol.

Would you hug the last person you hugged again? Yes.

Can you be your complete self around the person you like? I don’t like anyone.

Have you had “the best night of your life”? Until I’ve seen BTS I don’t think that night would be able to exist.

If you were offered to smoke some weed right now, would you accept? Not right now, lol. I’d have to be miles away from my family for me to accept + I want my next try to be those brownie or cookie thingies anyway.

Do you prefer to take showers at night or in the morning? Night. Taking showers in the morning here almost feels like a waste of time because the days get too hot and you end up sweating 20 minutes later anyway.

Who’s the most controlling person you know? My mom, to an extent. I appreciate how she’s been more laidback in recent years, though.

Does anyone keep a photo of you in their purse/wallet, and if so, who? My dad has a family picture from like ‘05 in his wallet but apart from that idk anyone else who would be keeping a solo photo of me.

How many instruments do you own/have you owned? Two - a guitar and ukulele, both of which I had to buy for music classes in high school. I gave away the ukulele to my ex’s sister lol; and I’m not sure if they’ve thrown it out or what but wherever it is, I hope someone out there’s been able to learn a few songs by using it.

Do you own a microphone? I have a BT21 wireless microphone in Tata, because I couldn’t ignore buying one after the Tata Mic incident.

Do you enjoy trailers at the cinema? They can be fun to watch, yeah! I can tell most of the movies would suck but it’s fun to see what’s coming out anyway.

Have you ever been burgled? I’ve fortunately never had to experience something like this.

Do males look good in skinny jeans? Sure.

For or against guyliner? Whatever, man.

What’s the name of one of your friend’s dog? Hailey. What’s the last thing you bought from eBay? I’ve never bought anything from eBay.

Do you have a picture of you throwing up the peace sign? So many. You know how when someone takes photos of you they would press the shutter button repeatedly so you can easily pick out your favorites? I always throw up the peace sign for a few seconds in those.

Does your father have any facial hair? Yep, he has some stubble.

Did your grandparents teach you anything? Not so much on actual skills, more on life lessons and values. My paternal grandpa also didn’t directly teach me writing but I got my penchant and love for it from him - I know this for a fact because absolutely no one else in the family writes apart from him and my great-grandpa.

Have you ever been to Arizona? Did you like it? I haven’t. I’m also not sure what I should check out there? so it’s not really on the top of my list of places to visit.

When was the last time it rained where you live? It drizzled all day today so it’s been very humid, which has been unpleasant.

Have you ever played Cards Against Humanity? Did you like it? I have but we had to tone it down juuuust a little bit because we were playing with my teenage, under-18 cousins. Game still ended up being fun though.

You just caught your bf/gf kissing someone of the same sex. Reaction? I don’t have a significant other.

Reach your right arm out. What do you touch? My phone, the Chromecast remote, and my carpet.

You have to write a story for English, due tomorrow. What do you write? Ugh, I’m terrible at short stories...but if I were to try, I’d love to write something inspired by Yoongi’s First Love, considering I’ve also had experiences with struggling to reconnect with past hobbies and passions. Any concerts you’re attending coming up soon? Not technically a concert but I do have Seonho’s fanmeet on the 22nd! What part of the body did you last get pierced? My earlobes when I was months ago. Haven’t gotten any piercings since.

Any of your friends getting married? Nah not any time soon at least. I know at least two couples who are planning to have their wedding by 2025/2026, though.

Who was the last person you took a picture with? Cousins, aunt, and uncles.

Are you currently talking to/texting/instant messaging anyone? Angela.

What’s one thing you’d like to accomplish in your lifetime? Signing off for a few weeks just to travel to a different continent, maybe multiple ones.

What’s your biggest concern right now? Just that I have work tomorrow and the anxiety I usually get the night before is back. Having period-y hormones also isn’t exactly helping me now too haha.

How many different people of the opposite sex have you cried over? I want to say three, but none of them are love/relationship-related. Nacho when he died; my grandpa when he died; my dad whenever I had to take him to the airport as a kid.

Ever been to a friend's house and starved the whole time? Nah. Filipinos are super hospitable and you will usually be fed more than in your own home, lol.

Who’s the last person you had a sleepover with? Angela.

What’s the biggest bruise you’ve ever had? That time my right leg fell asleep without me knowing and I landed straight on my knee as soon as I stood up. That gave me a nice big bruise for a week.

Who is the youngest person in your immediate family? My brother, who is turning 20 this year.

Do you remember the last song you slow danced to? Not at all.

Do you plan on having alcohol at your wedding? If I ever have a wedding, that’s a non-negotiable. I like my alcohol so I imagine my guests would, too.

Are you one of those people that are always cold? I’m easily cold, but I’m not *always* cold considering where I live.

Have you ever gone spotting deer? No. I’m not even sure we have deer around here. Do you think your ex still wants to be with you? No.

Has a boyfriend/girlfriend ever put alcohol/drugs before you? Not that I can remember, no.

Are you listening to music right now? Yes, 134340 by BTS.

What are your initials? Not giving those away.

What was the last thing you ate? Kimchi noodles.

When was the last time you ran? Idk probably during one of my recent events since those things tend to get very hectic and I have to constantly talk to like 5-10 people at a time.

How did you get one of your scars? A particularly strong scratch from Cooper.

Who do you text the most? Work contacts.

Do you wish you had a pool table? Not really as I don’t know how to play pool and have had little practice at all.

Ever been to Olive Garden? We have one branch here that opened in 2022, but I haven’t visited as it’s way too far from where I live. It’s also been getting so-so reviews since it opened, so I find it hard to justify a trip all the way there.

What is something of which you need more in your life? I just need a longer break from work.

Do you tend to view your existence as more pleasant or unpleasant? Pleasant.

When was the last time you ate a great deal of food in one sitting? Last November in Batangas when we had a five-course dinner.

Do you enjoy talking about music with others? Uhhhh not really my go-to topic but if we have similar tastes then I can enjoy talking about our favorites, yeah.

Is acting something you enjoy? No.

Who was the last person to do something kind for you? My dad reworked the steps on my loft bed since they weren’t as wide as he wanted them to be, so he made the extension from scratch today and painted them, too.

What was going on the last time you were in a bed with someone else? We were on our phones going through our respective social media until we both just fell asleep.

What color of hair do you find the sexiest on the opposite gender? I don’t have a preference.

Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you that you were sexy? No.

Who is the last person you sent a message to on Facebook? Angela. The marriage questions from above made me feel a little sappy so I asked her if she is still up for BTS soundcheck with me and Reena by 2025 when she will likely be married by then, haha. 

What was the last thing you said? I’ve just been singing along to songs in the last hour.

Do you ever get flu shots? No. Only shots I get regularly these days would be Covid boosters.

Do you turn your computer off completely at night, or just standby? I always just close the laptop; I haven’t actually shut it off in years.

Is there one show you just can’t stand? The Walking Dead post-Glenn.

Do you watch Disney Channel and Nickelodeon still? I’ll look for shows I grew up watching on Netflix and Disney+ from time to time.

Do you like white Christmases? Does this mean snowy Christmases? ...We don’t have snow here.

Can you shoot a basketball? Not always.

Have you ever gotten stuck in an elevator? Nope.

Have you ever had to go to the police department? Not because I committed a crime but because I had to visit one as a journalism assignment once. It was a group homework wherein we had to act like we’re from the police beat and cover any incident that would be reported; I was in freshman year so my parents were still quite strict and asked me to come home when midnight rolled around (no tips had come around by then), leaving my groupmates to cover for me. I made up for it by writing the entire script for the news ‘report’ instead.

Have you ever had a home grown tomato? As far as I know, no.

Have you ever lived through a hurricane? Yeah we get like 10 every year. And for every year, 1 or 2 of those would always hit the country pretty badly.

Do you like to draw? No.

Do you have soft hands? Do you like holding hands? I haven’t done much labor with my hands so they’ve stayed pretty soft, yeah. Holding hands isn’t something I enjoy doing unless it’s with a significant other.

[tohokuu]

therapy sessions - sakusa kiyoomi

for @getoswhore 's collab !

warnings : praise, degradation, taboo relationship, cheating, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, nipple play, marking, possessiveness, wall fucking, semi-public sex, one-sided dry humping ?

a/n : i strayed from the plot, sorry bella

wc : 1.3k

“it’s just so difficult to understand. was i not enough for him ? i did everything. i gave him everything..” you cried. you sat in front of your therapist, dr. sakusa kiyoomi. you were at your weekly appointment and this week, you vented to him about your cheating ex-boyfriend. this had been the topic of the past few appointments. all of them being about how he was beginning to change and things were slowly getting worse and then just bursted all at once. it started with him getting snappier than usual, then he began hiding his phone conversation, then he started staying late at work and then you caught him making out with someone on your shared bed.

“i understand, y/n. break-ups are difficult. but i want you to know that you’re better off without him. from what i’ve seen of him in the course of the past 3 years that you’ve been my client, he hasn’t been the very best guy…” if anything, sakusa was budding in joy on the inside. he’s been eyeing you for so long but refusing to make any moves in respect for your taken status. but now that you were single, he was more than willing to make advances at you.

and a slight guilt filled you too. as you stared at the strong crease in his arms, and the way the buttons threatened to pop at his chest each time he stretched. his slim waist and broad shoulders and the way his adam apple bobbed each time he swallowed. your therapist was undeniably attractive and you had certainly noticed it over the years. but he wasn’t just your therapist, he was your friend. long before you sat in his quaint little office, you were swapping kisses in his bed in college.

you weren’t sure why you two broke up all those years ago, but clearly your friendship was good enough for you two to maintain a therapist/client relationship. your breath hitched as you stared at his tight shirt and the way his slacks fit over his thighs so perfectly. his muscles bulged through the dark material of his trousers and you swallowed. thinking about what may have been hiding under the zipper, you responded to him suddenly. “why did we ever break up, omi ?”

using his nickname felt odd. you hadn’t tasted his name on your tongue in so long and saying anything now made you feel like you were dumb college freshmans again. his response was calm and calculated. “i believe we had different interests, y/n.” and it all felt so highly inappropriate. as if the question you asked was the same as you asking him for help on hiding a body.

the air in office was thick and as if it was something out of a bad porno, sakusa reached over the table between you and wrapped a hand around your throat. his lips crashed into yours as he pulled your body up. your legs wrapped around his waist as you kissed back. “fuck-” you moaned and he swallowed it right up, enjoying the way your lips felt the same as they did years ago. “you were always so good to me, y/n.” he groaned.

he pressed you up against the wall, pushing your skirt up and panties aside. “this is so unprofessional.” you whined. “i don’t really fucking care.” he panted back in between kisses. “you fuck all your clients when they’re stressed ?” his fingers tightened around your thighs, pulling you apart further. “just you.” he said before his lips dove straight towards the juncture of your neck. he attacked your skin with harsh bites, forming his mark on you. a finger pushed into your cunt, scissoring you open at a quick pace. your eyes rolled back slowly, unable to take the pleasure he was giving you. “he was never good to you. he just used you and i could fucking tell every time you came to me crying about it. now i’ll give you something to cry about.” he growled before pushing in two more fingers.

his hands were just so big and his fingers were so long and thick. they touched places that even your ex-boyfriend couldn’t touch. your eyes rolled back, quickly moaning out pleas of his names as your orgasm washed over you. “omi omi omi, can’t take it-” you begged as he continued the harsh circles on your clit. but he shook his head, “told you i was gonna have you crying, yeah ? i’m here to keep my word, sweetheart.”

and he was. tears pooled into your eyes more as your second orgasm overcame you. your body shook in his arms and eyes rolled back so far they could see white. “my good little slut, yeah ? i have you crying already and i haven’t even put my dick in you yet.” his cock ached in his slacks and he only seemed to relieve it by grinding his hard bulge against your oversensitive clit. it didn’t seem like he was gonna stop anytime soon though, because his hands had found purchase on your tits. he pinched and pulled at your nipples, earning loud obnoxious moans.

“you always moan this loud, sweetie ? like you want the whole doctors office to know that you’re about to get your cunt stuffed.” his words were mean and you bit your lip, clenching around nothing. his bulge was so big and it caught onto your clit perfectly each time he rutted against it. you were nearing your third orgasm.

kiyoomi’s lips attacked your chest and sucked deep marks onto your tits. “mine.” he growled. “you were always mine.” if his body language wasn’t so rough, you would’ve believed him to be in love with you. he took your nipple between his teeth, lightly grazing it. “suck.” he demanded, pushing his thumb up to your lips, you gladly took it in and sucked. his thumb pressed down, making you choke. “o-omi-” you gagged, and he chuckled against your collarbone.

“can’t wait to be in your cunt. gonna fuck you so good. gonna let everybody know who lets getting her cunt stuffed by her therapist.” and with that, he unbuckled his belt, throwing it on the floor. he quickly unzipped his slacks and pushed inside your wet cunt. you couldn’t keep it in because the second he was in, kiyoomi was hitting your spot perfectly, and he still had two inches to go. “f-fuck..” he groaned, hiding his face in your neck as he tried to push the rest of himself in.

“come on, shh. you can take it. my good little girl..” he praised. your eyes rolled back and mouth opened up wide enough to fit his cock. he smirked against your skin, thinking about how well your cunt was wrapped around him. “so good to me, omi.” you cried. you stared up at him with downturned eyes, filled with tears and pouty lips. his heart swelled and if this entire ordeal wasn’t so taboo, he might have even told you he loved you.

he resumed his harsh thrusts, deep and fast. the obscene noises bounced off the walls and surely someone had heard you two by now. the knot in your stomach was getting tighter as his thrusts continued and the praises that fell from his lips swayed your mind from the past couple weeks filled with heartbreak. “ ‘m gonna cum, omi.” you cried. your voice was frantic and breathing uneven. your arms pulled him closer to you and kiyoomi resumed a quick pace on your clit. your body shook and the knot in your stomach snapped. your cunt clenched him harder as your nails dug into his shoulders. “omi omi omi fuck-” you screamed.

his hips stuttered as you squeezed him tighter. “so so fucking good, baby.” he whined. his balls tightened and his cock twitched inside of you, spilling all of his cum in your cunt. he groaned as he rode out his orgasm. his breath slowing and chest heaving.

“this is the best therapy session i’ve ever had with you.”

© tohokuu. do not steal or plagiarize.

#sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu x reader #dark content

[provisionalsparkle]

The Boy Next Door

Reader x Bang Chan (Stray Kids)

[Genre] exes-to-lovers au, smut, angst.

[Word count] 6.7K

[Warnings] Smut. Angst. Unprotected sex, voyeurism, ample description of bodily fluids.

[Note] This is my contribution to @feliix ’s Summer 2 Lovers collab! Check it out!

Summer.

The season of fun and sun, careless joy, long days and warm nights…

For most people.

For you, this summer is about change. It’s about the little town you used to live in, the quaint house you grew up in, the smell of your mother’s cooking or the breeze from the yard, the sound of younger kids playing in the street. It’s about the big city you will go to live in, it’s purple and orange twilight skies, black silhouettes reaching toward the skies beginning to twinkle with golden lights, the noises of the traffic coming from evening bustle, the scent of the delis and restaurants that line the streets.

You were stuck between these two places, university having been a four year long limbo of boundless sex mislabeled as self-discovery, and now visit your home one last time, reminding yourself of the life you had there before moving on to another.

You think of the past with nostalgia, yet also with a restlessness that makes you want to run from everything. The stillness, the silence, the unchanging landscape in this little town is too unbearable, too unsettling. But it’s familiar, and it’s comfortable. The life you’ll soon live promises excitement, autonomy, it’s the adulthood you’ve fantasized about. It terrifies you too, and you have these horrible dreams about missing the payment of the most insignificant bill and having the entire world collapse on you because of it. You still don’t know how to do your taxes.

College is over, a new life awaits you in a big city after landing a rather ideal job, but it felt like you were leaving things behind. Funny how, after so many years of fantasizing about this grown-up life you suddenly felt like a lost child, scared to forgo the familiar.

It’s these sort of almost-quarter-life-crisis thoughts that fill your mind on a particularly warm afternoon. You’re indecently splayed out on a couch with as little clothing as possible, the door to the backyard is wide open, letting an occasional breeze waft in to disrupt the stifling stillness of the heat. The lights are off, and you were too unbothered to turn them on as the sun set, preferring to stare at a darkening ceiling as the evening sky turned purple.

There’s a familiar jingle of keys from the front door.

“Honey? You home?”

“I’m here, Mom.” You lazily answer back. She wanders from the hall to the living room, you can feel the judgemental look she gives you.

“Have you been laying like this all day?”, indignation lines her voice. Was it so surprising to find you like this?

“Yeah…”

“You can’t just lay here all day. Go out! Get some sun! Go play with those kids you used to hang out with from school!”

“I can’t Ma, I’d rather just plank here.”

“Oh goodness, Y/n. Give me one good reason you shouldn’t go hang out with them!”

“I’ll give you two: either they grew up to be total bitches or they had kids and became a bore.”

“I didn’t become a bore when I had you!” She exclaims, although it’s not too serious and some playfulness hides beneath the surface.

“Yeah, that’s because you’re a cool mom. They don’t make those anymore.”

“Hmm… well, I think you should make a bit of an effort.”

“Mom… it’s my last vacation you know -”

“You know what?!” She suddenly exclaims, her voice brightening like a lightbulb just radiated in her thoughts. “Mrs. Carson’s son is here with her for the summer too! I bet you haven’t seen him in ages, and he’s gotten so handsome.”

“Mrs. Carson?” You didn’t have any clue who that was.

“Well… you might remember her as Mrs. Bang, but Jane changed her name when she married Norbert a few years ago. She still lives next door and Christopher’s in town spending the summer with his mother.”

Bang…

Christopher…

You hadn’t heard that name in years. It surprised you a bit actually, and a hint of a smile came to your lips.

“Yeah, yeah, Mom… I’ll think about it.”

You wouldn’t admit… something did grab your attention. A curiosity of sorts.

You were fifteen years old when you had your first kiss. He was a short boy with a kind smile, a bit awkward really, but you had a fondness for him. It wasn’t about looks at all, all boys at that age were hideous and nothing would change your opinion on that, but you’d swoon whenever you saw him. It was mutual, an icky teenage infatuation that had your friends poking fun at both of you whenever you’d become giddy at the sight of one another. Hot faces, nervous glances, trembling innocent touches.

He sat next to you in chemistry and you’d hold hands under the lab table while the teacher gave class. His left hand always felt soft in your right one. Cute. It’s a bit silly but you’re glad you had that sort of adorable and silly romance. While it lasted, that is.

Christopher wasn’t a bad guy. He was stupid, like all boys that age.

When you saw him kissing another girl, of course you cried, but you knew it had to do with him being stupid more than anything. This simple looking girl that you had been friends with in elementary school, you can’t even remember her name.

You know why he did it, beyond his stupidity. Your mom had let it slip long before - you knew it was coming.

“Honey, would you believe? Mr. and Mrs. Bang are divorcing!” Probably just some hot gossip from one of her PTA yoga groups, no ill intention on your behalf. She didn’t know you were seeing Christopher - over your dead body. You were fifteen and a horrible student, you didn’t need to give your mother yet another element to ground you with.

“Oh no…” You acted as normally as you could, your first thoughts went out to Christopher first though. “Do you know why?”

“Well… I’m obviously not going to ask, duh! But I do know that Mr. Bang is taking the kid with him abroad.” What?! What did she just say? Chis is WHAT?!

“I - uh, what?” Act normal, act normal, act normal.

“Aww… sweetie, was he your friend?” Goodness, parents can be so oblivious, but it’s beneficial in this case. She doesn’t pick up on the depression of your mood.

“I guess.” A sniffle is about to threaten your composure so, in your teenage arrogance, you leave before your mother can see your teary eyes.

The subsequent days were strange. You expected Christopher to tell you the news, you expected to comfort him, you expected to live out the rest of your young romance as best as you could. And then… you saw him.

And he said nothing. He was cold, pushed you away. He must be going through a lot of pain, you thought. More days went by and he still said nothing, and his demeanor grew worse, no affection, no smiles. He must be having a hard time, you reasoned.

Sometimes you thought he was on the verge of saying something to you, like he was about to say something and the words threatened to come out but he’d suddenly pull away and swallow them. You didn’t question it really, it was so confusing but you just went with it.

You never held his hand in chemistry again.

Time made you realize that Christopher didn’t want to be with you anymore. You weren’t sure if it was because he stopped liking you, and that hurt a little, but you knew what he was going through, and you stood by him in case he ever chose to open up and cry on your shoulder. You’d be there for him.

When he kissed that girl, it didn’t really surprise you. Damn it, what was her name? You cried, you thought it was because you were ugly and your boobs were still pretty small - stupid reasons.

It took a few months for you to understand the real reason.

He left without saying goodbye. You never spoke to him after he kissed what’s-her-name. Maybe he tried to do so a couple of times, but you ran away or didn’t let him. Or maybe you remembered it that way to comfort you, just so you’d live with the thought that he tried to apologize, tired to make things right.

But the fact of the matter is he didn’t speak to you and he didn’t say goodbye. He didn’t want to.

He didn’t want to say goodbye because it hurt.

He was trying to ruin your relationship so you’d break up with him and he wouldn’t have to say goodbye, so that he could kill the feelings you had for him to spare you from the pain of his departure.

Or maybe you were just imagining it like that to make it a cuter memory and think about it fondly.

Maybe in the end, Christopher was just a horny teenage boy that cheated on you. Maybe.

Regardless, you giggle as you think back on the silliness of it all, and how serious and life altering it all felt in your childishness. It seemed so long ago, so distant, and you were so changed that it felt like it had all happened to a different person. You wondered about the man next door, and the entirely different boy who had once been next door. What kind of person had Christopher become?

University did you well. It was four solid years of irresponsible drinking and uninhibited sexual exploration paired with relatively easy academics. You don’t know how it happened, but it had been like a transformation from one day to the next.

You, sort of, kind of, absolutely plain and normal girl that no one would notice lest you stepped in their line of sight. One day, there you were - normal.

Two weeks in - boom. Confident. Your roommate was an okayish girl, another plain one. Then you started noticing how comfortable you were undressing in front of her, to change clothes or whatever, as if it was the most normal thing in the world - which it was. Wearing shorts and skirts became less of a worry, just something that felt better. Sometimes you’d be thrown icky glances from some boys, which you hated, but others were acceptably flirty and you loved those. The best ones were the boys that would get shy and who would quickly whip their heads the other way once you caught them staring.

That definitely flipped the switch. It made you feel strong, it made you feel damn good. You, who at the most had dipped a finger into the world of heavy makeouts during high school, now became a seasoned seductress of all kinds of men. So long as you could wrap them around your finger with your demeanor, so long as you could prowl over them and take the lead.

Ah… the good old days.

What was going to happen now, though? Four years later, no slightly inexperienced men left to be wowed. Everyone you knew was turning into a bland and bitter office worker. Was this the end of it?

To think that you’d be ending this glorious chapter of your life in this tiny town, lounging on the same stuffy couch in the same hot living room every day, having your routine philosophical melodrama where you’d stare at the ceiling in the afternoons until your mother came in inquiring if you were alive. It was a terrible fate.

A few days after the revelation of Christopher’s presence, which you would never admit had been circling your mind nonstop, your mother returns with another piece of information.

“You know, Jane and Norbert are having a get together of sorts next Saturday - just the usuals from the block.”

“Is that so?” You said with disinterest.

“In fact, I borrowed a baking pan from her last week… why don’t you go over and give it back to her for me? She might need it, and you probably haven’t left this house in days.” You didn’t reply, but you could feel her eyes on you, waiting for you to obey.

“Fine…”

The afternoon was enjoyably fresh, although your white t-shirt stuck to you like a second skin, the bikini top you wore underneath tracing its silhouette into the cotton. You lazily stomped your way to the house next door, admiring the tall window where you had snuck into Christopher’s room a couple of times during your short romance. A ladder was perched up against the exterior toward that window, they must have been fixing things up. The porch was full of cans of paint, tools, boxes. It was only when you rang on the doorbell, begrudgingly holding the large tray, that you realized that Jane might not be the one to open the door but instead it could be -

The door swings open and you gasp. Christopher.

Well… his face hadn’t changed much. But he was slightly taller than you remembered, far more masculine, oh, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Yeah, he was shirtless… jeans hanging low on his hips… shirtless… abs… fit waist… arms…

“Hi! Is Jane home?” Good… pretend you don’t remember him.

“I - Uh… no, my mom’s actually out right now.” He replied. His voice had grown deeper, and where did he get that accent? Wait - did he not remember you? Now, that just made you angry, but you wouldn’t let it show.

“Oh, well… my mother wanted me to return this.” You say handing him the tray, avoiding trailing your eyes downward.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll give it to her.” He says. He seems a little frozen, an expression between surprise and caution lingers on his face, but you don’t know if it’s good or bad.

There’s a moment of silence where you just stare at each other.

“Y/n…” He finally says. There’s hesitation in the way he says your name. He’s scared, not of you, but he’s scared about the fact that you’re on his doorstep.

You don’t say anything, calmly, almost coyly, waiting for him to continue. You’d gotten rather good at pretending you were calm, and the slightest tint of a smile painted your lips so you wouldn’t seem cold or ingenuine.

“Do you remember me?” He asks. You can’t help but huff, a tiny laughter really.

“Of course. You know, you haven’t grown much taller.”

With those slightly playful words, you turn to walk back to your home, and with each step your impression of the encounter with your childhood love became more bitter and less sweet.

It was strange how you thought about him, about it. The situation, that is. Seeing him, talking to him, both of you now being older. A few days of thinking now.

You don’t know why you thought about it so much, but you thought about it. You thought about it without knowing how you felt about it or what you thought about it. This man you had only gotten a glimpse of, too overwhelmed to take in his features properly, now walks around your mind freely. He wasn’t the boy you knew. He wasn’t the boy next door whose hand you’d once hold in chemistry, who you’d kiss before turning the corner towards both of your homes. The boy who left all those years ago.

No, it wasn’t that boy. It was that man, who kept perturbing you. What did you feel? Interest? Yes, there was something quite intriguing about all of this which sparked your curiosity. Lust? Of course, absolutely, the man next door looked divine. Suppose you could abstract the person from his body, so that you wouldn’t be so bothered by who he was and what he meant to you, and you’d easily bend over in front of him and invite him in.

You supposed a conversation was in place, though, because after all, he was still the Christopher. You couldn’t just go around fucking people like that anymore - unfortunately. That was something you got away with in college. It’s a shame college boys grow up to be boring men, sex gets more boring, they think they have all the authority… Maybe you should go back to school.

You’re sitting on the windowsill of your second floor bedroom, one leg hanging out and stepping onto the roof. Opposite to your window, beyond a neat shrub, is the window of the guest room of Mrs. Carson, formerly Bang, which seems unchanged from when you last saw it. You remember watching her from your room, also unchanged, using the TV in there to do some aerobics she followed along from a VHS… was it a VHS? No, that’s the machine. What were the things you used to put in the VHS? A cassette? No… regardless, eventually she must have started using DVD’s.

Damn it, it all seemed like thousands of years ago.

Damn it, you were still so melodramatic throwing around words like poetry over some Richard Simmons tape. Aha! It’s a tape!

Your crotch is being dug into by the window frame, and you let your weight rest on it, the slight grind tempting you to have a round of masturbation. But you’ll finish the cigarette you stole from your mother first. It tasted awful, it was another adult thing you couldn’t understand. Why did everyone at university smoke so much? It was just another thing their eager teenage selves did to emulate the adults in grown-up world, to feel a little more grown-up. Who the hell likes this stuff?

But you liked watching it burn, occasionally inhaling its airy and bitter smoke. It wasn’t your preferred type of smore. You preferred watching papers and matches burn, their sweet and rich smell, the warmth of the fire that would sting the edges of your fingers. Shame your mother only used a lighter, you didn’t like the smell of that fire either.

You just surrendered to watching the bright tip of the cigarette and the white streams that came from it.

“You know those are bad for you.”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You exclaimed, your heart nearly jumping out from your chest. A man had sprung out from the window in the guest room of the Carson house, formerly Bang, and that man was Christopher Bang himself.

“Sorry I didn’t -”

“You almost gave me a fucking heart attack - what the hell?!”

“ - mean to startle you…”

“Damn it, Christopher!”

“Ah! So you do remember me?” He says with a bit of joy, but you just look at him, realizing that this is where the talk will come. His features grow a little more somber. He continues, “So… I guess I -”

“Where’d you get the accent?” You interrupt, genuinely curious. “You sound like the crocodile hunter.”

“Well… I was living in Australia with my dad.” He says it in a normal tone, but you make sure it doesn’t stay normal.

“Oh, so that’s where you went?” You both wince at what you just said. Yep, it’s finally time for that talk.

There’s a bit of silence, but you’ll let him be the one to fill it.

“I…” He sighs deeply. Uuhh… it’s quite a masculine sigh. “I didn’t know you’d be here. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again but I… there’s something I’ve always wanted to say.”

“I’m listening…” You say. It’s a flat tone, but it’s funny. You hope it’ll ease him.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry.” Some silence again, “I’m sorry for being an ass, I’m sorry for cheating on you -”

“Chris, we were like fifteen… you kissed a girl with braces, big deal.” You waved it off. Really, kissing that girl didn’t bother you so much, now almost ten years later.

“I left without saying anything.”

“Yeah, you did. Hard to not notice.”

“I was - I know it’s not an excuse, but I was going through a lot and I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“So you left without saying anything?”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok… we haven’t spoken in years. I practically forgot about it.” No you didn’t.

“Did you?” He says. Was he hopeful when you insinuated he hadn’t hurt you as much as he thought he had?

“No, not really. I mean, yeah, you kissing another girl was pretty insignificant, we were just kids. It did hurt that you left without… I don’t know… There wasn’t any closure. There wasn’t a goodbye. I felt confused for a while, I guess.”

“I’m so sorry about that. But my parents were splitting up, I was going to have to leave everything behind. You were the first girl I loved and I was going to have to say goodbye and I couldn’t handle it. I was too hurt and embarrassed to even tell my friends. I wish I had done it differently.”

“Yeah, I wish you had too. I wanted to be there for you, you know? I wanted to hug you, hold your hand, tell you it was going to be ok.

“I really messed up there…”

“It’s okay Chris, you were just a kid. We were just kids.” You offer your sympathy but he doesn’t soften.

“Mhmm. Doesn’t make me feel less guilty about it.”

“Can I ask you something?” He nods, “Did you do all that stuff… you know, treat me that way, for real or where you…?”

“I was hoping you’d break up with me, get over me. That way we wouldn’t have to say goodbye and we wouldn’t get hurt.”

“I got hurt.” You admit.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” You insist. “It’s fine. We’re fine. We’re old and grown and fine. All of that’s in the past, I can’t blame you for acting like a kid. It’s okay.”

“Well I can agree with you there. We did grow up, not kids anymore.”

“You didn’t grow that much.” You laugh, he laughs too.

“You certainly did.” He’s being flirty. It could have been bad timing, but the mood felt right.

“Oh, you noticed?”

“Hard not to.” Goodness was he being direct. “You were really cute back in school, I had a crush on you for like, forever.”

“Really…Plain old me?”

“Really. And now here we are and I think I could have a crush on you all over again.”

“So you can go off and kiss another girl with braces and leave the continent?”

“No, I’m a one woman man.” He says while making himself comfortable on his own ledge. It’s getting comfortable overall, like you’re talking to someone you’ve known for the longest time, like a decade of separation didn’t do much harm.

“Well, well. And who is that lucky woman now?”

“There’s no one at the moment. I’m in the middle of some life changes.”

“Do tell.”

“I’m moving back. Well, not here, just in the country again. A big city, big job, kinda scary.”

“Seems we’re on the same boat. I just came back to say goodbye to this place forever and I’m ooout.”

“Did you finish school already?”

“Yeah… I wish I hadn’t though.” You think back on your experience with longing, lamenting it’s end.

“Wow, can’t relate. I couldn’t wait for it to end. What’d you miss about it?”

“Well, I didn’t have to work, grades were good and easy. And I guess, it was tons of fun.”

“How so?”

“Being on a campus full of horny and stupid guys - it was open game.” Chan hisses at your admission.

“I wouldn’t have taken you for that type.” He chuckles, “You would stutter for like the first two months we went out.”

“We were just kids.”

“I guess we were…”

Another comfortable silence as you stare off at the sky, your cigarette burnt through with only the spongy bud left to pinch.

“Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m single too, you know.”

It might have been a bad idea, you said it on impulse after all, something quite instinctive having taken over you. Maybe you were just horny and Christopher was just hot, regardless, the conversation was over. Before he could even process what you said, and the implications to it, you had already slipped back into your darkened room and out of his sight.

Chan felt like a teenager again. Not in a good way.

Chan remembered your first kiss, holding your hand. He remembered your breasts being the first he had ever really noticed, your legs being the first he ever caressed. He remembers how you’d press your bodies together while you kissed, not really understanding what both of you felt, only understanding the urgency of it.

Now he can name those feelings, the ones that once belonged to an inexperienced boy, merely dipping his toes into the surface of that world. But now that he dove, and had dived into its waters several times, he knew how to swim in them.

Yet, seeing you made him feel like he didn’t. It made him feel like he couldn’t swim, like he couldn’t breathe. He felt like he was drowning.

The first moment he saw you on his doorstep he felt his stomach drop, a pang of guilt that had lingered on his mind during countless of sleepless nights hitting him with full force. He didn’t expect it. He thought he would never see you again.

And after taking another look, a longer look, it was like he was swimming in completely different waters. He felt submerged, and he didn’t know which way was up. He wanted to open his mouth and swallow it all up, let you drown him.

He hadn’t felt this raging feeling since he was a teenager. He certainly hadn’t had a specific woman make him feel like this until you.

It made him feel another kind of guilt. Shame even.

The following days he’d watch you, shamefully. His mother had him painting the house and when he stood on the rooftops he took his time to enjoy the view of you swimming in your pool, wearing tiny bikinis that stuck to your skin and showed the buds of your niples and the lines of your labia through the fabric. He would admit, shamefully, that he stopped watching from the roof because he needed to get closer to see these beautiful details.

He now watched you from over the fence in his backyard. Getting incredibly hard watching you swim, watching you oil your body down.

It was all horribly, horribly shameful.

But weren’t you the one that mentioned you were single? It had caught him off guard. He was being cheeky in that moment, but he didn’t know what waters he was testing then. Now he knew, and it was making him behave so, so shamefully.

Should he go over there, push you into a corner of the pool and pull your bottoms to the side? Should he kneel at your feet while your rubbing yourself with that golden oil, and beg you to let him fuck you?

It wasn’t just the thought of sex that drove him mad, it was you in general. How inferior he felt in front of you, like he had to prove himself. Every day he worked shirtless, hoping you’d get a glimpse of him, but you were just so unbothered by it all.

It was driving him fucking insane.

If only you knew.

Except - of course you did. Of course you did. This is what you craved, what you were best at. Driving boys, technically men but boys sounds tastier, to be absolute slaves to their desire for you. Christopher wasn’t doing a good job at hiding it. Did he really think that you would suddenly spend every day swimming in the tiniest bikinis after having not left your couch for over a week? They really are such stupid, fuckable animals.

And Chris was particularly fuckable.

Day four of his perverted project, he was hammering away at some boards in the back porch of his house. Your mother wouldn’t be home for hours, his parents were away for a couple of days.

Everything was perfect.

“Chris?!” You call loudly over the fence from your chaise lounge, carelessly flipping through a book. The hammering stopped, he had heard you. “Chris, it’s hot today. Don’t you think you should come over for a swim to cool down?”

Why on earth were you acting so damn unbothered and confident, he thought. Why on earth were you asking him over?

It’s only a matter of time before he circles his own house and slides in through the gate on your end. He’s still wearing jeans and a utility belt, gloves too. No shirt.

“You can’t really swim in those, take them off.” You hardly peered at him from over your sunglasses. He was just standing there, frozen. That’s usually a sign that you’re working your magic well. Good. “Come on Christopher, take them off.”

“I - uh, I’m actually not wearing trunks right now. Uhm… I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, you don’t have to go.” Insert unbothered page flip. “Why don’t you just undress and get in the pool so I can join you?”

“W-what?” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He genuinely thought he had imagined it, maybe all of his hornyness was driving him insane.

“Christopher!” You whine. “You’re ruining the fun!” You slam the book shut and throw it over to the side, taking your sunglasses and hat off. “Chris, I think it’s obvious. Do you think I haven’t noticed you being a peeping tom for the past half week? Look! You’ve already got a tent in your pants and everything!”

“Fuck.” Shit, you were right.

“This is like, hmm, like an open invitation to fuck me.” You say with an eye roll, but your eyes roll toward his abs because they are absolutely distracting you.

“Are… are you serious?”

“Well… You want to, I want to. You’re nice, look like you’ve become quite a decent man - and I’m not just referring to your physique Chris. Maybe, just maybe, it would be an excellent idea if we finally fucked this tension away.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that. You’re here for a few weeks, so am I. Why not enjoy each other while we can? After that we can just go our separate ways, just like before except we’ll end it on good terms.”

Too many points for him to argue with - you were right on all of them. He couldn’t disagree. In fact, he eagerly agreed. Little did he know you had this pitch rehearsed to perfection, to your benefit, because he seemed to be completely subdued by it.

“Fuck.” He mutters under his breath. Fumbling with his belt, zipper, exposing the line of his abdomen down to his hardening cock. A fat, heavy cock that swung between his muscular thighs. He was fully nude now, standing in front of you, his tan skin glistening in the sunlight. You’re quick to urge him over with a finger.

He pounces, but once he’s crawling over you on that narrow chair, he becomes slow.

“Hi.” You manage to whimper out, now feeling a bit small beneath him, feeling nervous even.

“Hey.” He’s just as nervous but there’s an energy that goes beyond either of your wills pulling you toward one another.

He kisses you. It’s a kiss you melt into, and he sinks his body against yours, with you spreading your legs so he can slot between them. His cock rests against your lower abdomen, his body pressing further into you.

You can’t help but slide your hand between your two bodies in an attempt to finger yourself, prepare yourself, but he stops you and pulls back.

“No.” He growls.

“No?” Is he going to leave you like this?!

“Let me.”

And you do. Chan lowers himself, adjusting you so he can easily bend over the chair while kneeling on the ground, and his hands shake as he dips the tip of his fingers into the hem of your bottoms, just slightly tugging at the material, playing with it before he starts to play with you. You’ve got the perfect view of him basically drooling over you.

He slides the bottoms to the side, but you pull at the strings at your hips, so they come undone and he pulls them away completely. Your lips and the juices coming from between them are just as glossy than your oiled skin.

He can’t help but dig in. Fucking you with his mouth, jamming his fingers in you. It’s an animalistic frenzy and it’s hot and slippery and sticky. You cum and your fluids spill over the impermeable cushion below, pooling under your ass. He can see every sparkling droplet fall from you.

It’s just a haze, he nearly jumps on you, bending your legs nearly over your head, bouncing his pelvis on your cunt like a trampoline, smacking with every thrust. You’re completely glued to one another. If he’s not abusing your mouth with his tongue then he’s biting on your shoulder or grunting, growling, into your ear. It’s filthy. You’re absolutely sure you’ve never been fucked like this.

He cums, several times, as do you. He pulls out each time, jerks himself off on your body, although a couple of times you urged him into your mouth and face. He pulls the triangles on your top to the sides, so your breasts are exposed. He made sure to cum on those too. Semen, sweat, squirt, oil, spit, everywhere there are droplets of your fluids shining on your body like jewels.

It ends with him lying on top of you, nearly sleeping from exhaustion, and your lips feel deliciously sore and sensitive, almost ticklish as he softens inside of you.

It happens again. Several times in fact. Many, many times. When his parents are away, when your mom is away, you fuck all the time. Just a little call of his name over the fence or from your window and he’d be running to you. You were too comfortable with one another to bother with formalities, it was like you’d never been separated. You’d wait for him on all fours, wet cunt on display for him to dive in, but he’d always greet you with a gentle kiss.

Fucking each others faces, drinking eachothers fluids. You even let him fuck you in the ass, multiple times, and he was the first guy to make you cum that way. You were just as hooked and as desperate as he was.

Things started to change though.

The welcoming kisses became longer, you’d talk between the rounds…

You’d fall asleep in his arms, or he in yours.

You’d fuck slowly, deeply, staring into each other’s eyes.

You’d talk to him, tell each other stories of all these years, asi if you had been together the entire time.

You’d smile as you made love, gently. You’d let him cum inside of you.

He’d hold your hand again. They were as soft and warm as you remembered.

You were holding his hand on one particular pink evening, your head resting on his heaving chest, teaching circles into his pecs and nipples. On your bed, in your quiet childhood room. It was a painful silence now. It had been weeks, weeks closer to your respective departure dates.

“I wish I had never left.” He eventually says. You don’t know what to say. “I wish we could have stayed like this for longer.”

“Maybe we would have broken up eventually, or left for college.” You ponder.

“Maybe I would have taken you to prom, or we would have had sex together for the first time…” He returns.

“On this bed? Hmm? With my cute school uniform?” You tease. “Yeah, maybe.”

“But I guess this is what was meant to be.” He sighs, as do you.

“I’m sorry.” Is all you can say.

“What for?”

“I don’t know, I just feel bad. I started this and now we have to go our separate ways again.” You feel something sting in your eye. You can’t cry now.

“Shh…” He coos as he hears you sniffle and feels you twitch. It makes his heart ache like it did all those years ago when he left.

“I - I…” You cry. “I don’t want you to go. I don’t want to go.”

He pulls you into his arms, crushing you in an embrace. Your eyes are closed but you feel the tears fall from his face, he’s crying too.

“I know… but what else can we do?”

There was nothing left to do, other than fuck the days away, crying, holding each other until it hurt. It was a horrible, horrible thing to have fallen in love with Christopher Bang this final summer.

You didn’t go with him to the airport. You didn’t want to say goodbye, you didn’t want to see where he was going.

But he did slip into your room that final night. You made love quietly, he kissed you as you cried.

He said it was the second time he loved you, and the second time he had to leave you.

It hurt much more this time around. Maybe you shouldn’t have done it, maybe you shouldn’t have gone next door.

Being in your house was unbearable once Chris wasn’t next door.

A week later, you’ve arrived at your new place. It had been a whirlwind and you stayed at a hotel the first couple of nights while your new furniture got brought in, most of your personal belongings only fitting in a couple of bags.

It’s kept you busy. That way you think about him a little less. Crying into pillows that have that certain ‘brand new’ smell isn’t quite as comforting as you’d expect. Everything seems unfamiliar, strange, artificial. Nothing here reminded you of him - it was for the best and you hated it.

The place is nice, bright. It’s on the third floor of a small apartment building, a couple of other doors beside yours in the hall. You go downstairs to grab a few packages that have arrived, carefully treading up the stairs in a kind of balancing act once they’re piled in your arms. It’s a choreography you can dance to with expertise, always denying any help from your neighbors.

However, you do fumble with the lock and handle once you’re at your door, holding the boxes up by pressing them against the door with your body as your hands blindly fumble with the keys, nothing but cardboard in your sight.

Nothing you can’t handle, until they start to slip.

“Woah, let me help you with that!” someone says behind you, and in your complicated state it’s a bit difficult to process what happens but the boxes are soon out of the way, said someone pulling them from you and freeing you.

And then you see him.

Him.

Your him.

He says your name and you’re too stunned to react. He’s in awe too. He drops your packages, and you’re certain some of them contain some makeup palettes but you don’t give a damn at the moment.

“What are you doing here?” You finally ask, frozen in place.

“I… live in 304.” He says.

“You live in 304?” He nods. “You? You’re serious?” He nods again, eyes still wide.

You both stand there, processing it all. This can’t be real.

“I live in 302.” you manage to say, after some time. Your voice is weak, all the air has left your lungs. You shake.

“You do?” He asks. Now you nod.

This can’t be.

But he cups your face, holds it like you’re precious and delicate, he kisses you. It is real. You kiss him back, harder. Eventually you’re both clinging to one another, gripping each other’s clothes desperately.

“You live here.” He says, little tears sparkling in the corner of his eyes. You nod, the same tears coming to you.

“I do. Mm-hmm.” The sniffles you let out seem so sweet to him, he swoons with how happy you are to see him. Knowing you feel the same joy he does - it makes him feel complete.

“I live here too!” He cries, laughing, smiling, beautifully.

One more kiss, just to make sure it’s real. You pull him in and kiss him one more time.

It’s real.

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Let It Be Me

Summary: Choi San is many things. The most talented man you have ever seen. Be it on the dance floor or in front of a mic during a gig. He was the kindest person, always holding the door for the people behind him, helping the elderly carry things, even paying for strangers randomly. He got along famously with your parents and even better with your grandparents. He was charming like that, capturing the attention of anyone and everyone who even looked his way. He’s the love of your life, you’re sure of it but he’s also your best friend. Pairing: Boy Band AU!Choi San x F!Reader Words: 5.6k Genre: Angst/Smut

You’ve heard of a thing called platonic soulmates but it’s taken you years and years of watching Choi San grow to realize you weren’t. Well, you hoped you weren’t. Everything about him made your body erupt into a fire.

San looked at everything with adoration, finding all the good in life, including you. It was a double-edged sword, really. It made you feel special… important. But you could barely concentrate when his eyes were on you.

It didn’t help that he was gifted in pretty much everything; it made you nervous beyond belief. He’s pretty much perfect and as much as you wanted to be with him, you knew the odds of him liking you back were slim to none.

You’ve come to terms with it for the most part. It hurt to see him flirt with girls in front of you, hurt even worse when he started dating this awful girl named Areum. She didn’t give a fuck about him, actually. She barely responded to his calls and texts, going as far as blocking him one time. They fought nonstop. Every time you two hung out, San had a new dilemma to talk about. For some reason, San wouldn’t break up with her.

You had asked him after a night of you two getting drunk together, after another night of listening to his relationship problems. He laughed dryly, taking another sip of his beer, “I love her so much.”

Apparently, it was his “slow-motion” moment. He and his band had been wrapping up the night with their last song, soaking up every second they could have. Halfway through the song, San had noticed Areum in the front row. You were there too so you noticed the look on his face. A look you had never seen him make before. It basically tore your heart out when he told you that he couldn’t get “that beautiful girl” out of his head. She ended up becoming a dedicated face in the crowd so San asked her out.

You would’ve thought they were soulmates from the way they looked in the beginning. Lord only knows how they got to this point. How you got to this point, with San crying in your lap.

It was 10:00 pm when someone started banging on your door. You were enjoying a cup of coffee but you almost had a heart attack at that moment. You opened the door with shaking hands, hoping that whatever killer was on the side wasn’t actually a killer. Instead, you saw your best friend, with swollen red eyes, sniffling.

“Oh my god, San! You scared— what’s wrong?” You immediately dragged him in, locking the door behind you. He sniffled again as he slumped into your couch. You took a seat next to him and took his hand in yours. “Was it another fight?” You knew it wasn’t. In all the fights you had heard, San never cried.

“She was cheating on me… this whole time.” He hiccuped as he talked.

“That bitch.” You said under your breath. You held onto his hand a little tighter, trying to contain your anger.

“I went to her house tonight because she wasn’t responding to me again. I wanted to talk it out with her but she opened her front door in her underwear with some motherfucker sitting on her couch!” Although you had many words to say with Areum, you were speechless in front of San. What were you supposed to say? All you could do was scoot back on the couch and guide San's head onto a pillow in your lap.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You ran your fingers through his hair, “You can cry for as long as you want.”

And cry he did.

____

The next morning was hard. You woke up on your couch sitting up-right with a terrible case of stiff-neck. That’s not the only reason it was hard. No, it was worse seeing San still laying on your lap. He was wide-awake, dark eye bags contrasting against his face. His eyes stared deep into the ceiling.

“What’re you thinking about, Sannie?” You started to run your fingers through his hair again and watched as his eyes fluttered shut, his body instantly relaxing.

His eyes opened again, “Why didn’t she love me?” You couldn’t respond, not that he let you. “I knew we weren’t perfect, knew she wasn’t perfect… but we always made it through the end of the day. I can’t believe she would do this to me.”

“It’s her loss.” You finally said. “You don’t need her anyway. It was her decision to cheat and you had nothing to do with it.”

San didn’t say anything after that, just continued to stare at your ceiling.

___

The first few weeks were the hardest for sure. San had spent most of them at your place, barely leaving even for band practice. When he did practice with the guys he would leave early, only strumming a few chords on his guitar before deciding that it reminded him too much of Areum.

“He’s been really out of it.” Yunho, the bassist commented one time. San hadn’t even played that day. He just sat in the corner for an hour. You stayed behind for a few minutes and told San to wait in the car. You wanted to catch up with the other band members.

“Can you blame him? That bitch was… well, a bitch.” Wooyoung shot back, setting his drum sticks down.

“How has he been holding up?” Hongjoong asked.

You scoffed, “Have you seen the man? I don’t even think San’s there anymore! God, if I see her, it’s on sight!”

You did your best to help him through those weeks. You had been through a few hard breakups in the past so you understood that the early stages were the worst. You even used up all of your sick time to stay home with him. You had never seen him this gloomy. At one point, he went through five pints of ice cream in three days.

____

It took three months for San to be even remotely okay. He started going to practice more and this time, he actually played. You couldn't say you were surprised. San loved playing with the band and you knew it was probably the only thing that would bring him out of his funk.

"You look good, man!" Hongjoong slapped his hand on San's back playfully and for the first time in months, San had his usual dimpled smile.

"I feel good." He replied, setting down his guitar and taking a seat next to you on the beat-up couch. "It's thanks to you, y/n"

Your eyes widened. "Me?"

He nodded. "You stayed up with me, didn't go to work, even made me breakfast when you knew I didn't have the energy to get off your couch."

You couldn't lie; your heart was racing. All you could do was stare back into his eyes with a goofy smile painted on your face. San put his hand on your thigh, skinship being normal between you two, especially within these past months.

Your friendship remained just that, a friendship, for the next month. You were okay with this, though. At least you had a small sliver of hope now that he was single. That tiny bit of hope that he'd love you back was able to tide you over.

Until one night.

San had come over for your weekly movie nights, an event you had been doing since high school but stopped doing because his ex got jealous easily. You tried calming your nerves as you sat next to each other, his arm wrapped around you.

You were so close you could smell his cologne. It was intoxicating. Maybe it was the fact that he was newly single now, filling up your thoughts even more recently, but his entire presence was overwhelming tonight.

“You alright, beautiful?” Since San was single now, his usual playful flirty side was coming out again. Just like everything else about him, you had a love-hate relationship with it. It doesn't mean anything. You had to remind yourself. He talked like this with everyone, especially when he wanted to get a rise out of his bandmates.

You gulped when you looked up at him. How could a man have this effect on you? You would think that after years of unrequited love, you'd be able to at least contain yourself. “Yeah.”

San gave you a dimpled smile, shifting his gaze to a piece of your hair, moving it behind your ear. Your mouth parts, probably to say something but you can't be too sure right now. If someone walked in, they would think you guys are about to kiss. Maybe you are... you want to kiss him.

With your heart pounding in your ears, you slowly lean forward, keeping your eyes on his lips. They look too good not to look at but you're also scared of seeing the look in his eyes, the potential disgust that might be taking over at the thought of your lips touching his.

Everything is moving in slow motion. From your hand caressing his cheek to the moment your lips make contact. He's stiff against you and you can only imagine that it's because he's uncomfortable. You start to pull away, dreading the awkward conversation you're about to have but San is quick. His hand grips your thigh and he's kissing you back with fervor.

Your head is spinning, Is this really happening? These sparks you're feeling all over your body, does he feel the same way? You push away any thoughts you're having, trying to focus on keeping up with San. You needed to enjoy this moment. Without realizing it, you swing your leg and straddle San's lap. He groans underneath you but before you can question it, he's giving you a reassuring squeeze on your waist.

You don't want to take the initiative of going further, but man, your hands are burning to touch his bare skin. Your hands, instead, rest on his shoulders, gripping and releasing every few seconds. As if he was reading your mind, San's hands move to the hem of your shirt and for the first time, you break the kiss.

The second your shirt passes your head, San's moving to kiss your neck, occasionally sucking to leave hickies that are sure to last a whole week. You're breathless, taking this as a sign to take off San's shirt. Your hands are all over each other, San's going from your cheek to unbuttoning your jeans, your fingers feeling his abs contract under your touch.

It feels like a flash. San suddenly laying you down on your bed, both of your clothes littered behind you on the floor, his lips still on your neck. It's only when he's about to insert himself does he stop and look at you with dark eyes. He doesn't give you enough time to question it, pushing himself inside you. You both gasp at the feeling.

"Fuck, you're so tight!" He grips your hip with one hand, the other holding the headboard like his life depends on it. He feels like he'll burst any second.

You're right there with him though, the mere feelings of this moment making you sensitive. "You're just big. Holy shit!"

It takes him a second, taking a moment to give both of you a moment to adjust before he moves inside you. You can't contain the sounds coming out of you as he hits all the right spots with ease. You couldn't have pegged San to have this big of a dick, yet here he was.

Before you can realize it, your hands are finding purchase on his back and your nails are sinking into his skin. He hisses above you but his thrusts get harsher and the moaning in your ear doesn't get any quieter.

"You feel so good... so warm and tight for me." He's practically whimpering into your neck. You try to keep your cool, trying not to cum so fast but he's hitting that spot inside you with ease.

Your nails dig into him deeper, "S-san," You stutter out. "Close... so close."

"I know... but you gotta wait for me. Can you do that?" His thrusts get faster and deeper, you don't even comprehend his words properly.

"Can you do that for me, pretty girl? Be a good girl for me?" He's using both hands to clench onto the headboard now, the force making it harder to not cum. You just nod and wrap your legs around his waist. San is drilling into you with so much force and he's hoping that the bed isn't going to break. After a few more thrusts, he starts to get sloppy, and your vision's crossing.

"Alright, beautiful. Cum for me." He grunts out, trying not to cum at the feeling of you clenching around him. You finally let the waves of pleasure course through you, seeing stars. If you were lucid, you most definitely would have been embarrassed by the noises coming out of your mouth and your pussy.

With a loud sigh, San pulls out of you and releases onto your stomach. Almost immediately, he’s up and cleaning you, you’re body’s too tired to do anything but lay there. You’re surprised, because instead of leaving, San lays next to you, even going as far as pulling you close to him.

You have so much on your mind but you're too tired now.

____

This goes on for weeks. Sometimes you would hang out. Sometimes do other things. Everything happened so fast. The friendship that you held so dear had become a muddled mess of lust and confusion. You obviously still had feelings for San but you had no idea where he stood.

You'd never even talked about the first time you guys had sex. When you woke up he was gone and when you saw each other again, he acted like nothing had happened. You didn't want to be that clingy girl who expected a relationship so you never brought it up. Now you're in this endless cycle of sleeping with each other and never addressing the elephant in the room.

What didn't help was how San was acting differently. He was much more touchy with you, always having to touch you in some way whenever you were together. His hand on your thigh, holding your hand, arm around your shoulder, he did it all. Before the incident, you would have considered him touchy but that's nothing compared to him now.

Your hangouts started to become more elaborate as well. You guys were actually going out to movies instead of watching Netflix at your house. Small coffee shop hangouts started becoming intimate dinners. It was like you guys were dating. These dates gave you hope that he would eventually open up and ask you out properly but you didn't want to force it out of him. So, you just decided to go with whatever he wanted.

"Let's go ice-skating." The handsome man suggested his left-hand steering and his right hand on your thigh.

"You know I can't ice-skate." You deadpan, getting distracted by your fingers playing with his.

He glances at you with a honey-sweet smile before bringing his eyes back to the road. "I can teach you, ya know."

"Please, you just want to see me fall so you can laugh at me."

"That too."

San taught you how to ice-skate for maybe ten minutes. After that, he decided that it would be best to let you learn through trial and error.

"San, I'm literally gonna fall on my face!" You cried, your legs shaking as you attempted to walk on the ice.

"You're doing great. Just try skating to me." He held out his hand for you. Every time you got even remotely close to him, however, he would slowly start backing up. You were struggling around the rink but he made sure to sprinkle in encouragements so you wouldn't be too mad at him.

Just when you thought you were doing good, you got too cocky and propelled yourself towards San, wanting so desperately to close that gap. Your feet weren't pointed straight enough causing your left skate to hit your right, tripping you onto the ice.

"Holy shit, y/n! Are you alright?" San appears in front of you with seconds. Helping you up with ease. Your knees ache and you could feel the bruise forming on your hip.

“Did you not see me eat shit?” You bark out, now gripping his arm for dead life.

“I did but it’s always polite to ask.” You slap his arm playfully as he guides you off the ice and onto the benches. “Are you actually okay?”

You shook your head and pouted like a child. San chuckled to himself, seeing right through you. Instead of saying anything, he pecked your lips innocently and took a seat next to you. It was the first time he’s kissed you in public which only confused you further. Is he doing this on purpose? You really had to ask him.

You’re too lost in your thoughts to see San staring at you. It’s not until he’s moving a piece of hair out of your face that you’re snapped out of your thoughts. You jolt slightly and hum at him in response. He just shakes his head and returns his gaze to the people skating.

It was your turn to stare at him, to memorize his features for the nth time. He’s just as beautiful as he was two seconds ago and the butterflies are still strong. You open your mouth to question him about your relationship, finally building up the courage just when…—

“San? Is that you?” You freeze. Her, you think. That manipulative bitch.

“Areum?” San stands as if he’s been caught doing something bad like a child. She offers him a warm smile, completely disregarding you as always. You feel like you did during the concert. His eyes are no longer on you… but trained on her. You feel that distance he created on the ice growing bigger and bigger.

“What’re you doing here?” The man asks, still shocked to see her.

“Ah, I was just walking around.” The nerve of this girl to act like she didn’t do anything wrong. “What’re you doing here?” Her eyes land on you but she quickly looks back at him.

You stand this time. “We’re…” Don’t say it. Don’t be petty. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “On a date.” You entwine your arm with San’s.

Areum’s lip twitches in annoyance. “Oh?” She quirks a brow and glances at San. “Is this true?”

San freaks out without thinking and shakes his arm from yours. “No!— I mean like a friendly date, sure. We’re just hanging out like old times.”

There’s your answer.

His ex smiles with victory at your defeated state. “Well, we should catch up, San. I know we ended things on a bad note but I think we should talk.”

The car ride home was awfully silent. Usually, they were filled with laughter and off-key singing but tonight, you gave San short answers in his poor attempt to talk. When you entered your apartment, you told him you were going to bed early and that he should lock up when he leaves.

Instead, you feel his warm body climb into your bed and hold you at 12 am. As always, you didn’t tell him to leave. Because, as always, you couldn’t say no to Choi San.

____

You wake up and San's not next to you but there is a text.

San : Sorry I didn't want to wake you but I left to go to practice. It'll probably end late today so if you feel up to it, come hang out. :)

Should you? Maybe it's just better if you pretend like nothing happened. Obviously, that's what he's doing. Besides, it’s not like his bandmates gave you false hope just to reject you in front of their ex. You end up going to the practice, a huge lump in your throat. If you brought up the situation, you're sure that whatever you guys had would be over the second you said anything.

Jongho, the lead singer, greets you with a smile and a nod in your direction as he warms up.

"y/n!" Wooyoung calls out, getting off of his drum stool and engulfing you in a hug.

You giggle on command, loving his enthusiasm. “Wooyoung, why do you always act like we haven’t seen each other for years!”

He smiles and whispers, “Don’t tell the guys I told you, but you’re like… our muse!”

You roll your eyes and pull away from his chest just to look at him, “I think you’re the only one crazy enough to even consider that.”

Wooyoung lets you go completely and returns to his drum set, you follow suit. “Maybe but you’ve been our number one supporter since day one! Plus you’re beautiful and beauty inspires art, does it not?”

Laughter erupts from you again at his cheesiness and your feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. You didn’t have to look to know who it was, the signature cologne giving him away.

“What’s so funny?” San’s smiling but you can tell there’s something different in his tone.

“Just exposing how important y/n is to the band.” Wooyoung sends you a playful wink, your cheeks burning slightly. San forces a laugh, something you don’t notice, before sitting you down on the couch.

After practice was over, you waited outside of the room for San so you could go back to your place. That wasn't the original plan but San insisted. The chilly air made you wrap your arms around yourself, internally scolding yourself over not bringing a jacket.

Wooyoung was the first to come out, fishing his lighter out of his pocket. He wasn't the only cigarette smoker in the group but he was definitely the one that smoked the most. He grinned at the sight of you, resting his hand in his pocket instead.

"Why're you waiting out here? It's cold as hell."

"Yeah... But I didn't want to get in your guys' way." You rubbed your hands up and down your arms trying to create heat. Wooyoung took off his jacket and wrapped it around you without hesitation. "A true gentleman." You remarked.

He put his hand on his chest, his face contorting to look hurt. "I've always been a gentleman. Even when I'm freezing my ass off."

Your eyes widened, ready to give the jacket back. "Woah there, missy. I gave it to you for a reason. We don't want our muse to die of hypothermia." The joke makes you laugh lightly. "You waiting on San?"

You nod, staring at the ground and rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. “It’s been a lot of waiting recently.” You accidentally confess.

“Uh oh.” He leans against the wall. "I noticed something was different."

"What do you mean?" You hear your heartbeat through your ears and you find it hard to breathe all of a sudden.

"You guys are a lot closer... You guys are best friends, sure, but the air's been different between you two. He still doesn't notice how you look at him."

You scoff, "That obvious, huh?"

"To everyone but him, it seems. Can I be honest?" Wooyoung rolls to face you. You nod, now looking at him. "Unless you tell him how you feel, you'll be doing nothing but waiting on him."

"But our friendship-"

"If you're about to tell me that it's enough for you, so help me God, y/n, I will kick your ass." You laugh for the first time since the conversation started. You understand what you have to do. You guys have already crossed so many boundaries and clearly, he feels something for you, right?

The door to the practice room swings open and this time it's Yeosang and San. San's bright smile seems to falter as his eyes instantly land on the jacket that's wrapped around you. His eyes shift between you and the drummer then he strides to you, grabbing your wrist.

"Let's go?" You don't have time to answer. San's practically ripping the jacket off of you and throwing it at Wooyoung who barely catches it. This time, you don't miss the change in his tone. He replaces Wooyoung's jacket with his hoodie, not saying a word as he puts it on you.

Just like the night before, the tension in the car is thick but unlike last night, it's you who's trying to spark a conversation. San's knuckles are turning white as he drives and it's starting to worry you. You've never seen San this upset before and you're still trying to place the reasoning. Was it jealousy?

You pull up to the house, expecting him to follow you like he always does but he doesn't. Instead, he leaves the engine running and his eyes on the street. For some reason, this sets you off. This man had the audacity to pull away from you, act like you were just a friend in front of the ex that cheated on him, but gets jealous over you casually talking to another guy?

You scoff and unbuckle your seatbelt, stepped out of the car, and slammed the door shut. San was feeling extra temperamental tonight. He couldn't understand why he felt like this either. Maybe he was looking for a fight. He turned off the engine and followed you inside. Before you could close and lock the door, he stepped into your house.

"What is your problem?" You asked venomously.

"What is your problem?"

"I didn't have any problem until you decided to get all confusing!" You dropped your tote bag on the floor, turning to face him fully.

"I'm confusing? Are kidding me?" He huffs out, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Actually, I'm not. You've been driving me nuts since we started hooking up. I'm over it!" His lip twitches into a sarcastic smile. "What the fuck was that with your ex? You completely pushed me aside. She treated you like shit, remember? She cheated, she lied, and she manipulated you. Do you want to get back to-"

"You're not my girlfriend, y/n!" He cut you off. "God, it's like you don't know your place." Tears pricked your eyes but you felt more angry than sad. Angry, you've never felt this way with San before. You're experiencing a lot of firsts tonight. San immediately realizes what he said, how hurt you were. He took a step closer to you but you put up your hands, putting up your boundaries for the first time.

"No, you're right. It's not like you hold my hand wherever we go or put your hands on my waist in public. You don't smile at me sweetly during dates. We're not completely vulnerable with each other, telling each other things we'd never breathe to others. It's not like we fuck almost every day! Do friends do what we do? Please, enlighten me. What's my place?"

"I'm sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have-" You're full-on bawling now, sucking in breaths where you can.

"I can't believe I've loved you for so long. I've torn my heart out for you and you just... you just throw it back at me like it's nothing!" His mouth opens but nothing comes out, instead he wraps his arms around you. You react once you feel him, trying to fight him off but he's stronger, trying to calm you down by hugging you.

You're screaming, all the feelings you've held inside bursting out of you, "Why can't you let me in?" You start to pound on your chest even though you know you shouldn't. You don't even notice that he's crying too. "Why can't it be me for once? Let it be me!"

"I'm sorry," He coos. You couldn't hold yourself up anymore, your feelings making it hard to focus. San catches you though, guiding you to sit on the floor.

San does his best to understand what you're saying through your sobs. He wants to understand what he's feeling. He thought he was doing this to get over Areum but why was he doing all the other things? He could've just stuck to the bare minimum but he didn't. Better question, how had he not noticed your feelings?

San was so caught in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed you had cried yourself to sleep. He was holding your head to his chest and he sighed, finally relaxing a bit. He couldn't really relax though, his mind still processing what you had said. He carried you bridal style to your room and thanking God that you had exhausted yourself.

San tucked you in and, after some hard debating, decided to lay in bed with you. He made sure that he wasn't touching you even though he knew he was going to leave before you woke up. He sighed to himself.

Even as you slept you were beautiful and he beat himself up for only now noticing how exhausted you looked. The man never understood why he was so willing and ready to sleep with you. He could acknowledge that there was steaming sexual tension but he never thought it would get this far. Nevertheless, you guys were in this situation; the very foggy area between friends and more.

Is this how you felt, absolutely terrified? You guys certainly couldn't go back to being friends after everything that's happened between you two. San's body started to shake as he silently cried. He couldn't even comprehend how much pain he's put you through these last few months.

____

You're not surprised to find your bed empty the next day; you wouldn't be surprised if San had sent you a message ending your friendship and promptly blocking you. You stare at your ceiling with tears already prickling your eyes. You weren't going to check your phone for texts. You just went to work.

The day went by fast, your boss giving you plenty of work to distract yourself. You were doing just fine until you pulled up to your apartment to find Wooyoung waiting to knock on your door.

"Wooyoung?" The man turned around, almost like a deer in headlights.

"Oh- Hey!" He quickly put his hands in his jean pockets. You walked to your door silently, unlocking the front door and inviting him in.

“What can I help you with?” You try to be casual even though all you’re thinking about is San and how you know Wooyoung’s here to soothe whatever problem you guys are having.

“I’m gonna cut to the chase. Talk to San. It’s only been a day of you two fighting and all of us are tired of him sulking.”

“What are you even talking about?”

“He came into practice looking all down and he didn’t talk to any of us. He just went through practice barely saying ten words throughout the whole thing.”

"How do you know this has something to do with me?"

“… Do I look blind to you? Everyone knows something’s going on between you two.” Wooyoung sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “Look, I don’t know what happened but I’m sure it was probably his fault. I’m not saying you should forgive him right away but just talk to him. Please?”

——

So now, here you are, outside his door. You took in a deep breath before knocking hard on his door. You couldn’t muster the courage to ask if he was home but there was no practice so you hoped for the best.

The door unlocked within a few minutes. “y/n?”

“H-Hi,” You stuttered out, feeling the weight on your shoulders get heavier. “Can I come in?”

San gestures you inside and you take a seat on his couch. There’s an awkward silence when he joins you and you can’t recall any other time it’s been like this. It was so easy to talk to San before but now you can’t even form a sentence.

“So—“

“What’d—“

You said at the same time.

“You first.” San breathed.

“I just figured we had a lot to talk about.”

"Right..." He brushed off his legs with a sigh.

"I like you, San- actually, I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for so long and we slept together and it got messy. We've never talked about what we were after that night. You just made me a rebound and I turned the other way..."

His eyes burnt into your face and you were too scared to meet them. "I'm sorry. I never meant to put you in that kind of situation. I shouldn't have been so selfish. I didn't think about the way you were feeling."

San's warm hand grabs yours. "I'm so sorry that it's taken me so long to see how you feel about me. I'm so sorry I said that you didn't know where your place was. Your place..." He takes a big deep breath, making you look at him, "Your place is right next to me. I lost you for one day and in that one day, I've realized what you really mean to me. I'm in love with you, y/n."

He places his hand on your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn't even notice. You're falling apart at his touch but you were so happy that he felt the same way and- Oh my god! Choi San was in love with you!

"You just said you were in love with me." You breathed, a smile breaking out on your lips.

"I did, didn't I?" He chuckles, closing the distance between your faces. Your breath hitches. "Are you going to give me a chance to love you for real this time?"

Your heart is going to burst and you don't really give it much thought.

"Yes."

#ateez smut #ateez angst #choi san #san #san x reader #kim hoongjoong #jung wooyoung #park seonghwa #kang yeosang #jeong yunho #choi jongho #song mingi #mingi #jongho #wooyoung #yunho #yeosang #hoongjoong #seonghwa

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

i have a mad thomas x reader request where reader is forced to marry thomas (idk how just-) and is disgusted about it but eventually ends up liking him.(? idk how to explain myself:’)

No one look at me,,,,,,,,,,also this is heavily inspired by the Scarlet Letter and was supposed to be a tad darker but I copped out (also someone asked for a pregnant reader recently so this + that = this fic)

A Lie They Would Believe (Mad Thomas x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: dark themes, 1600 standards, values, and laws, affairs/cheating, ex-relationship with the pastor is mentioned, Thomas is Thomas, mentions of drinking, webs of lies, public humiliation, AFAB and Fem reader, pregnant reader, pre-marital pregnancy solved a la shotgun marriage, twisted win-win situation turns into love?, slow burn(?),

Word Count: 3.7k

You could accept your punishment with a turned cheek, you told yourself over and over again.

You could stare out at the audience of towns people, even as the sun beat on your face. You could stare out into the angry faces of the elders, into the pitying faces of your friends. Into the ashamed faces of your parents. But, you could not look at Cyrus Miller.

You'd missed your blood two months ago. You'd begged, prayed, everyday that it would come. But, the only thing that came was the morning sickness. You'd tried to hide it, tried to think of what to do. But, when you placed your hand over your stomach, you couldn't bring yourself to find the hag in the forest. And, when your mother held your spotless, white sheets in your face, you'd crumbled. You confessed in the privacy of your room as if you were confessing in church. You told her everything.

Well, almost.

"Tell us his name!" Cyrus said, a voice that you couldn't force to fall into the background. "Tell us the name of your accomplice and you shall suffer no more." He said, and you wanted to believe him. You let your eyes close for a moment, but your lips did not move. Your mouth did not open. "Tell us the father's name, so that your baby will not be born a bastard!" He said, and his hand reached out to grab your arm. His grip was strong and tight, unlike the caresses you'd become so accustomed to with him. While his words begged you to say the name, his name, the action spoke differently. You peeled open your eyes and looked up at him, at his raven hair and kind face. His dark, soft eyes. Tears pricked the corners of your own eyes, hard and glassy as you looked up at him. But, you were silent. Even as some of the townspeople yelled for you to confess.

But, how could you tell them that it was your persecutor who was the father of your child? That your pastor, the leader of this town, had sinned so egregiously? He had a wife, a daughter. You'd known both of those things when you'd fallen for him, but it was harder to ignore in the harsh sunlight. When both of them stood in front of you.

You knew you'd have to face punishment. Sex before marriage was a crime after all, completely forbidden. To think they didn't know you were an adulterer also. You didn't know what it'd be, but you knew you'd have no option but to accept it when it came. You'd already made your peace with it, made your peace with whatever God could condemn you to. Perhaps, you'd have to live alone, wear a scarlet letter on your breast. Perhaps, they'd cast you out completely, and you'd be shunned. Perhaps, they'd hang you. You touched your stomach at that thought. Perhaps, there were certain punishments you couldn't bear.

Your lips only fell open when a voice yelled,

"It was I." And a gasp fell from your mouth. Your head turned, snapped towards the voice. Towards the sea of faces that was the crowd. But, you knew that voice. "It's my child." He said, and your eyes fell on a face you knew all too well. And, at that moment, you knew exactly what type of punishment God had set out for you.

Mad Thomas.

***

The day had gone by in a blur.

Over and over in your head, one question repeated itself. Why? It was almost loud enough to drown out the constant whispers, the stories being spun by every person who seemed to have a tongue.

Union couldn't seem to stop talking about it. Of when it started, how long it'd been going on, when the pair of you had even had time to sneak off. You'd even heard a young Constance Berman whisper about how she'd always known something was going on between the two of you, only to be shushed by her older sister as you passed. As you'd been let free of the top of the church steps.

You'd been left outside, left out in the sun. Inside the church went your father, the pastor, and Thomas. You had no idea what Thomas was going to say, what lies he was going to spin.

You couldn't bring yourself to leave, to speak. You felt as though a blanket of white noise had covered your ears, covered your mind. You were surprised, to say the least. You'd thought a wave of devastation had washed over you the first moment you'd realized you were with child, but this? It made it seem like ripples in a pond. The only thing you could do was stare at the church door and wait for them to come out. But, you felt a warm arm wrap around your waist and you turned to see the face of your mother.

"Come," She said, and you looked back at the door blankly. You didn't want to leave. You wanted to be there when they came out. But, you couldn't find the words to say or the strength to keep your feet firm. So, you let her guide you away from the crowd, and towards your house.

It was only later that you were told you and Thomas were to be married by the end of the month.

***

You and Thomas were never allowed a moment alone. You didn't know whether to be relieved or not, but Thomas, a man who you quickly found was far more confusing than you thought, was playing a charade. He brought you flowers, carried your water pail for you, and even took you on chaperoned walks. You, however, were stony and stiff, barely able to contain your disgust for him. It was on your first walk that you whispered,

"Why? Why are you doing this?" And, for a moment, the incorrigible man seemed to pretend not to hear you. He glanced over his shoulder, as if the wind was at his ear instead, and you saw him cast a sly glance to the man behind them. It was one of your father's friends, walking only about two yards behind you. Finally, when he decided he was far away enough, he responded,

"Would you rather I had let them cast you out? Let you and your child starve in the woods?" Thomas said back, the most sober you'd ever heard him. It seemed that apart of your father's deal with him was that he cut back on the drink. He didn't even stumble as he walked.

"Don't pretend you did this out of charity. Why, Thomas?" You asked, and you, for only a moment, reached out to touch his arm. You pulled it back just as quick, hoping that your chaperone hadn't seen. Thomas looked down at the action, before he smirked and shook his head.

"Aren't we a perfect match?" He asked, and you gave him a look of confusion. He continued with, "You think I don't know what people say about me? Don't you see, girl? It doesn't matter if your father is the best woodworker, or the richest in Union anymore. No one would have you, or your bastard child. Except me." He said, and you almost couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. He continued, his words a whisper now, "Besides, it's a lie they would believe." You stared at him, flabbergasted by his words. Flabbergasted by how right he was.

Thomas had, well, a reputation. It wasn't out of character for his wedding to be one out of necessity, and perhaps it earned you some pity from the townspeople. How many women had Thomas seduced? And how many of them could truly judge you? Not to mention, his words left one thing clear.

So, it was my dowry, you thought. It wasn't an unheard of reason, and it made sense given the man you were talking to. Your father had been avoiding selling you off, even as you reached far into your womanhood. And, surely, your father would never have considered him under any normal circumstance, but now...You didn't seem to have much of a choice.

Thomas paused, picking up one of the wildflowers and handing it to you. You took it, knowing now that you had to play along. That you had to act as if he truly was the father of your child, and not someone as foreign to you as the land outside of Union.

"Your father was going to start building us a house. I was thinking right here," Thomas said, his voice only slightly louder for the chaperone to hear, but you barely paid attention. You were staring down at the yellow flower in your hands, before you glanced up at the man in front of you.

He was tall, but his hair was lighter. His cheeks were stubbly and his eyes- They were a clear blue. Almost the same shade as the sky above you. You watched as he talked, as he laid out his plan. And, while the idea of being married to anyone that you didn't love sickened you, you tried to tell yourself that it wouldn't be as terrible as you felt it would be.

***

You and Thomas sat out in the sun, where you were making a flower crown and he was rambling about one thing or the other. You'd gotten very good at pretending to be in love, even in the span of only a couple of weeks.

You gave him smiles and laughter, and he gave you gifts or stole a caress. It was enough to stir the people of Union so no one would be the wiser. And, with your father at his station a short way across the field, the pair of you could be somewhat alone. But, still within viewing distance.

"You're not listening." Thomas said, and you smiled to yourself for a moment. You looked at the finished crown, before you looked up and reached over to where he was laying on the blanket. He was half-sitting up, and you placed the flower crown atop his head as you said,

"Yes, I was." You replied simply as you adjusted it, and Thomas stared at you and gave a small scoff. He caught your hand as you went to pull it away, his grip loose. He held it almost gently, and said,

"Then kiss me." And your brows drew together. A quick,

"What?" Fell from your lips, and you watched how Thomas smiled. He laughed, letting your hand go as he said,

"So, you weren't listening-" But you were quick to interrupt him.

"Why would- Why?" The idea- the simple idea was preposterous. Why would you kiss him? In broad daylight no less? The suggestion made you nervous, made a weird feeling start in your stomach. And, you ignored how this feeling wasn't entirely unfamiliar.

"They're going to expect us to kiss on our wedding day, girl. Shouldn't we have some practice?" He said, and you thought perhaps the first time he proposed it had been kinder. You stared at him, thinking over his words. Thomas waited, reaching out to touch your skirt. It was only to pick at it for a moment, before he drew his hand away.

You couldn't tell if that was the only reason Thomas wanted to kiss you, if there wasn't some ulterior motive somewhere. You wouldn't put it past him. But, really, he was right. Not to mention, while the pair of you had been affectionate, had you been affectionate enough?

That's what was so aggravating about Thomas. He was always right. He saw clear through whatever facade anyone put up, and saw the truth. Perhaps, that's why he was such a good liar.

Perhaps, that's why he was staring at you.

"Fine." You said, before you looked over your shoulder. You were in the field, but you were more or less a public spectacle. You could hear Thomas draw closer, feel the warmth of his hand reach for your arm.

"Let them look." He said as he gave a tug on your arm, and you turned back to face him. It was strange to hear him say that, such a stark difference from what you were used to. To have him so close was different than before, but Thomas didn't close the gap. You supposed he was waiting for you to do that. He whispered, "Well?" And, finally, you did. It was a short kiss, a quick stolen one. Still, it made Thomas smile. "So chaste." He let out a small laugh, and it was your turn to scoff. "Are you sure-" And you could guess what he was going to say. You kissed him again, if only to silence him. It was deeper, firmer than your last had been. And you hated to admit that you didn't hate it. Thomas was well-practiced, and the feeling of his thumb grazing your cheek was nearly as warm as the feeling of the sun on your back. It made another feeling start, one that you tried to stamp out that very second. You pulled away again, cutting it short. Thomas, for just a moment, tried to follow you before he pulled back. He had a small smile on his face, one he didn't try to hide as he pushed his hair back.

"You're practiced." You said quietly, the closest thing to a compliment you could give him. You'd heard rumors of him galavanting with the likes of Abbi Berman and some of the others. Perhaps, there was some truth to them. Thomas glanced over, and returned the words,

"Aye, so are you." When he smiled and glanced down at your belly, you knew the jab had been intended. And, unfortunately, he'd managed to make you laugh.

***

You knew it was coming. You had prepared yourself for it. Before the wedding, the pastor would counsel both of you. And, he was going to counsel you first.

You stood in a dress your mother had made, with your corset done loosely as not to press on your stomach. You'd been staring out the window, at the cloudless day and the happy faces of your town. Why shouldn't they be happy? It was the day for a celebration.

You'd even caught glimpses of Thomas. Your mother was fussing over him, and Issac had swiped his pouch. He looked- Well, you could tell he'd been scrubbed down. Most of his teeth were still black, but in clean clothes and with a clean face...Perhaps, he didn't look terrible. You tilted your head, and, almost as if he could feel you staring, Thomas' head turned. He caught your eyes, and reflected your posture with a tilt of his own head. It made you smile, something you found was less forced the more time you spent with him. Your head turned from him when you heard someone come in.

"Wonderful day for a wedding." Cyrus said as he closed the door to the chapel, and you tried to manage a smile. "Sit." He said, and gestured to one of the pews. You did, and you both kept your distance. The chapel was dim, only lit by the light outside. The pair of you were silent for a moment, before Cyrus said, "The magistrate is here. He seems eager to start. Do you," He paused for a moment. "Do you have any doubts?" And you felt that the question was not quite as empty as anyone else would think.

You'd been staring at your hands, and you finally lifted your gaze to him. To his deep, dark brown eyes. After a moment, you found your voice.

"None at all. Thomas is- He shall be the father to his child, and he shall be my husband. I shall do my duties, and, I- I love him." It was hard to say, at least when Cyrus sat in front of you. "What is there to doubt?" You asked, your question equally as heavy. While none of you would say it plainly, you knew from the way he looked over your face that he understood you perfectly. The pair of you would never confess your secret, and you'd let the hatchet be buried. Forgotten.

"Does he know?" Cyrus asked, and you knew what it sounded like. In case any of the others were listening. Like he was asking if your soon to be husband knew you loved him. The question couldn't be more disguised. Really, his eyes said, Does he know about us?

"Yes. Or, I think he does." You replied, and you watched how Cyrus reached to touch his clean-shaven face. His face was half hidden by his hand, but you could see his eyes were disturbed. A secret was harder to keep the more people knew, but you said, "And he loves me. He'd do anything to keep this union." You told him, and you hoped he got your meaning. When Cyrus glanced at you, you guessed he did. Silently, your eyes said, If he does, Thomas won't tell. And, after a pause, Cyrus let out a sigh.

"Then, there seems little I have to counsel you on."

***

"Have you thought of a name?" Thomas asked you, and you hummed.

You were picking at your sheet, looking towards the window. It had been months, five if not nearly six. Your baby was due in only a few weeks now, and you still hadn't decided. Your husband, a word to describe him that didn't seem so weird now, laid besides you facing up towards the roof.

Thomas, well, he was not what you thought. He had a good, if not sometimes strange, sense of humor, and did not bruise easily from even the harshest words. He could take care of himself, after years of doing so, and, subsequently, you as well. Your mother and the mid-wife still came by to make sure you were in good health, but Thomas had most of it handled. He was a little lazy when it came to work, especially the work your father tried to give him, but he seemed to find that the work that came with having his own house agreed with him. The pair of you had become- Well, familiar. That was the word you would use. You couldn't say, nearly six months later, that it was still just pretending.

Still, Thomas didn't touch you in any way you wouldn't want him to, and you had to lift your head to throw a glance back to him.

"I have some ideas. Perhaps, if it's a girl," You paused, a sly grin coming to your face, "We could name her Abigail." And you watched him scoff and roll his eyes, even lift his head off of his arm for a moment as he said,

"Absolutely not." And you snickered to yourself as you went back to facing away from him. It was just a jest, a reference to an old dalliance of his, but Thomas, if anything, was fun to tease. The only issue was that Thomas was just as sharp when it came to his wit. "Y'know- Fine. Then, if it's a boy, we shall name him Cyrus." And you let out a noise of protest. You tried to roll over, declaring,

"No!" And now it was Thomas' turn to laugh. He placed a hand on your shoulder, trying to ease you back down. You let him, and even reached to hold his arm. To pull him closer. He followed, and you guided his hand above your bulging stomach as the pair of you adjusted. "Fine- Neither of those names. But, we must think of something." You told him, feeling as he stretched his fingers over where your baby grew. He held you, his warmth against your back. His hand rubbing your stomach lightly.

It made a strange sense of warmth fill you, one you couldn't blame from body-heat. And, it wasn't so terrible that you tried to push it, or him, away.

***

"She cries like no other child in Union." Thomas said as he climbed into your bed. You were supposed to be resting, healing, even weeks, nearly two months, after your child's birth. You felt like you'd been confined to your bed for so long that you were starting to become a part of it. Thomas was only here for the break your father gave him half-way through the day. Still, you smiled to yourself from where you laid on your side, and said,

"Perhaps, it is your smell that disturbs her." You said, your voice thick with sleep but a cheeky grin working onto your face. You shouldn't have prompted him, because he took the opportunity to drape himself heavily over your back.

"Oh, should I sleep outside tonight then?" He asked, and you giggled when you felt his stubble tickling your cheek.

It was already long into the day, and you'd become lazy from bed-rest. It felt far too nice to have his warmth wrapped around you, to where you nearly wanted to fall asleep. You had grown too used to it now, and you could barely imagine a night without it.

"I never said that." You responded, and turned your face back towards the softness of your pillow. You felt Thomas' hand raise, his fingertips brush against your cheek. He was being brave, especially when you felt his lips brush against your neck. It made you bite your lip, a twinge of something not so unfamiliar swirling in your belly. You wondered if he would continue. Hell, you wanted him to. But, it was nothing more than that.

Thomas, to your surprise, had more restraint than you would've assumed. He kissed your cheek, went to stand, and excused himself with,

"Your father will begin to wonder where I am." And you lifted your head to watch him step away, before you settled back down. He was clean, cleaner than he had been when he'd been sleeping in the outhouse. His hair was softer and longer, tied away from his face. And his arms seemed stronger, perhaps from the days of working with your father. He was, if you dared to think so, a kind sight to your eyes now. "Sleep. I'll be back by the time you wake." He told you, and, as he left, you found yourself hoping he was right.

#fear street #fear street 1666 #mad thomas #mad thomas x reader #thomas slater #thomas slater x reader

[silversatoru]

Can i regurst a gojo x reader smut where y/n is gojo’s ex girlfriend and also a strong jujutsu sorcerer and they get back together asdfghjkl 🥺😂? Tyy 🥺

hehhee yes ma’am here u are!!! i actually loved writing this one (i think i just have a thing for writing gojo lately lmao) anyway! i! hope! you! enjoy!

to heaven and back

gojo satoru x f! sorcerer!reader

synopsis: you and your ex, gojo satoru, beat the hell out of a few special grade curses and then head back to his house to rekindle an old (and kind of kinky) flame

tags/warnings: nsfw (18+), smut, handcuffs, blindfolding, little bit of oral sex, teasing, alcohol consumption, some fluff at the end? just a little

word count: 3.1k

You lifted your elegant glass of random wine that you could care less about knowing the name of, and took a long sip. All of these old rich bastards talked way too much about brand names, aging, and what cheese paired well with each wine. They were missing what was really important — which one would get you drunk the quickest. 

These kinds of formal events weren’t really your scene, and having to listen to a bunch of old, conservative, high-up jujutsu leaders was terribly boring — so why not take this opportunity to get a little tipsy? You deserved it for putting up with all of these assholes. After all, the only reason they invited you to this prestigious event was for protection. If that pesky band of special grade curses caught wind that all of the higher ups from both Kyoto and Tokyo were in the same place, they were sure to launch some kind of attack. The old, wrinkly douchebags couldn’t care less about your opinions of the jujutsu world and how you would change it, they only liked you for incredible cursed technique. 

And so here you were, spitefully wearing your most elegant dress and downing glasses of wine in an attempt to drown out all of the nonsense around you. There was only one thing that could make this event any worse and— 

“Hello everyone! The strongest jujutsu sorcerer has arrived — I know you were all looking forward to my appearance”. 

And there it was. There was that one thing that could make this event any worse. Gojo Satoru.

You dipped your head low, burying yourself in your glass of wine and praying to any god who would listen to not let this man see you. It’s been over two years since the two of you broke up, but he still wasn’t someone you enjoyed running into. 

Gojo was terribly notorious for having a long line of girls at his disposal, and with his incredible strength and annoyingly good-looks, it wasn’t hard to understand why. The two of you had never been in an officially committed relationship, and so technically Gojo was free to do as he pleased — but you were practically dating and your heart ached every time you caught wind of him being with another woman. And so two years ago you cut things off with him for good — you were tired of being the one he always ran back to at the end of the day. 

He’d looked at you with eyes full of pain that night, begging and pleading to stay with him. He showed you a vulnerable side to him that you had never seen before — and he swore to you that if you had asked to make things official, he would have committed himself to you fully. You declined however, because you felt like you shouldn’t have needed to ask for that kind of thing — but maybe that was just your ego getting in the way. 

“Hey, beautiful, I’ve never seen you around before, you must be from the Tokyo campus,” Some random assistant casually leaned against the counter you were sitting at and shook you out of your thoughts.

“If you’ve never seen me before then you must not be very important,” You shot him a distasteful glance, taking another sip of your wine. 

The man’s face lit up with panic — he must not have been expecting such retaliation to his pathetic attempt of flirting. 

“Are you bothering her?” A familiar voice came from behind you — a long, slender hand slapping down onto your shoulder, “Please don’t flirt with my wife”. 

“Ah- Wife? I’m so sorry, sir,” The man stumbled over his words, bowing his head to Gojo and scurrying away. 

Gojo wasted no time sliding into the seat next to you and pouring himself a glass of wine from the bottle you’d already been working on. 

“Really? You’re telling people I’m your wife now?” You gave him a deadpanned look. 

“It worked, didn’t it?” He shrugged his shoulders and took a sip from his glass. 

You rolled your eyes hard, “Why are you here, Satoru?” 

“Same reason as you. The old, conservative pussies are afraid those special grades might attack — so why not invite their two prized sorcerers to protect them?” 

“Fair,” You let out a heavy sigh, “Not sure that was their best move though — I don’t think either one of us is very motivated to save these fuckers”. 

“No, but I brought my students with me today. So, if anything does happen, make sure you put on a show for them,” He winked, already topping off his wine glass. 

You looked over to see a few kids sitting a couple tables away from the two of you, chatting amongst themselves and wondering why the fuck they had to be here. 

And so an hour or two went by, and to your surprise, you found yourself laughing hysterically alongside Gojo. The two of you had definitely drank a bit too much, and your personalities complimented each other a little too perfectly. You shared the same terrible sense of humor and he had quite the knack for bringing out this lighthearted side of you. You had missed moments like this these past two years. 

Neither of you were paying any attention to the current debate that was occurring between the higher ups when a loud crash sent broken pieces of glass flying through the grand hall. Sure enough, the curses had made their appearance and came flying into the building through a now broken window.

“It’s our time to shine, huh?” Gojo looked over at you, and you imagined that his icy blue eyes were swirling with excitement under that mask. 

“Yeah, let’s make this quick,” You found a warm ball of excitement churning in your own stomach — it’d been a long time since the two of you had fought together. 

Your technique revolved around the manipulation of cursed energy and converting it into light. You could wrap yourself in a shield of light, send curse-filled bursts of light at your enemies, and move at the speed of light as well — which was almost as efficient as Gojo’s teleportation abilities. You had a series of more advanced moves as well, but those required more energy output and therefore you used them a little less often.

The two of you were both able to move so fast that the curses really didn’t stand a chance. You found yourself laughing as you flipped through the air, hurling balls of light at the curses as Gojo worked closer in hand-to-hand combat. At one point, while the two of you were flying past each other, Gojo stuck out his hand and gave you a high five, both of you smiling like maniacs who enjoyed fighting a little too much. 

Between Gojo’s Limitless and your extreme agility and bursts of light, the curses were quickly forced to flee. Both of you were feeling much too drunk and much too lazy to chase after them, even with all of the higher ups begging you to do so. Gojo simply flipped them off and stuck out his tongue, saying that he did what they paid him to do — keep the curses away — and now that the curses had been scared off, he was no longer needed. 

“You want to come back with me, relieve more of our old memories together? I remember how much you loved sleeping in my king sized bed,” Gojo looked back at you, offering one of his large, slender hands. 

Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was your stupid, stupid heart, but you reached out and took his hand, “Fuck it, let’s go”. 

Gojo’s house on the outskirts of the Tokyo campus was just as you remembered — sleek black interior with modern furniture and extravagantly silky sheets on his bed — his same bed that you were currently sprawled out on, laying in nothing but your undergarments. 

Gojo joined you a couple minutes later, his bare skin warm and familiar against yours. He pressed a few sloppy kisses to your lips, both of you still incredibly tipsy and unable to stop the small giggles from leaking out between your lips while you kissed. 

“Take the blind fold off you weirdo,” You pulled at the back of the black fabric. 

“Mmm, okay,” He mumbled, undoing the knot and exposing his piercing blue eyes.

“So pretty,” You murmured under your breath — his eyes really were the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen in your life

His fluffy silver hair fell down messily over his face, a drunken smile stretched across his lips. His smile quickly turned into a devilish grin as he slipped the mask over your eyes instead, tying a tight not at the back of your head.

“This isn’t what I meant,” You droned, but you didn’t argue — you certainly weren’t opposed to being blindfolded.

“It looks good on you,” He slurred, his words messy and his lips even messier as he pressed them back against yours. 

The kisses seemed to last forever, and both of you were perfectly okay with that — your hands taking their time exploring each other’s bodies for the first time in far too long. 

Gojo’s hands worked their way up your back, tracing lines along your toned muscles until he finally reached the nape of your neck. His fingers entangled themselves in your hair, soft hums coming from his lips.

“I still have handcuffs, if you’re still into that sort of thing,” he mused, massaging his fingertips into your scalp. 

“Damn, I can’t believe you remember what I like. I thought my preferences would have gotten lost among the sea of other women you were pleasing,” You let the snarky remark roll off your tongue, though there was clearly no real spite in your words — you’re both adults and what happened then was in the past now.

“It wasn’t even that many,” He defended, “And you were the only one who ever mattered”. 

“I’m flattered,” You laughed, “Now, where are those handcuffs?” 

Gojo stifled a deep laugh, his hands leaving your hair as he lifted himself up and stood from the bed. When he returned a few moments later, there was cool metal wrapping around both of your wrists. He had two sets of handcuffs, putting one on each wrist and then hooking the other side to the bed posts. 

You were entirely at his disposal now, your hands secured over your head and your vision blocked off by the black mask. 

“I could tickle you right now and there’s nothing you could do,” Gojo observed aloud, pressing kisses up the side of your torso.

“Satoru, I would kick the living shit out of you,” You threaten, goosebumps growing under your skin. 

“Yeah, but you can’t touch me unless I let you,” He retaliated, his soft hands reaching underneath your bra to feel your breasts.

You groaned in response — his Limitless really did make him impossible.

He cupped each of his hands around your firm lumps, gently massaging them between his fingers. His cool fingertips then made their way down to your lower body, swiftly removing your remaining underwear. You were now completely exposed to him, chills running down your spine as you wondered what he would do next. 

You heard a shaky breath leave his lips, his hungry hands massaging circles into your thighs, “God, you’re so beautiful. I missed you so much, you know that?” 

“I’m sure you did,” You breathed, “I’m a wonderful person to be around”. 

Gojo let out a hearty laugh, and you heard what you assumed to be the sound of his own underwear getting thrown to the floor. A few seconds later he was straddling your torso, his warm thighs wrapped around your body. You couldn’t see it, but you knew his massive member had to be right in front of your face now. 

“Remind me what that pretty mouth can do,” He cooed, pressing the tip of his length gently to your lips. 

You graciously granted him access, parting your lips and taking the head of his cock into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the sensitive tip, earning a few twitches from Gojo’s body. You began to bob your head back and forth as much as the handcuffs allowed, a few quiet moans leaving his throat in response. 

He began to move his hips against you, gingerly pushing his member deeper and deeper into your mouth until you were taking the full length down your throat. He groaned and let a few curse words slide from between his teeth — your mouth was wrapped so perfectly around him. Tears pricked at your eyes and a couple rough gags ripped through your throat, Gojo finally pulling away and allowing you to catch your breath. 

After that, you felt a single one of his long, slim fingers slide into your mouth, and you wasted no time wrapping it in your tongue and sucking hard. 

“Good girl,” He murmured, plucking his finger back out of your mouth and moving it down to your aching entrance. 

Between the saliva on his finger and the slick juices around your opening — his finger slid in effortlessly. He started moving in quick movements, curling his finger up into your g-spot each time. A few light moans left your lips, your fists clenching in the cuffs as your yearned for more. His finger felt good, but you wanted the real thing — you needed it.

“Satoru, please,” You practically whined his name, a tiny bit ashamed for how desperate you were for him right now. 

“Patience, love,” He clicked his tongue and your heart did somersaults at the endearing name. 

He removed his singular finger and intertwined it with a second one before sliding them back into your cavern. He picked up a steady pace again, your breath hitching in your throat. Two fingers was certainly better than one, but the continuous teasing was just making you even more desperate to feel his member inside of you. You mumbled his name over and over, small pleads and shameless whispers leaving your mouth as you bucked your hips against his hands.

“No ones fucked you as good as I used to, have they? You’re horribly desperate right now” He clicked his tongue again, removing his fingers and moving them up to your clit. He rubbed the smallest, softest circles against the small nub, your core growing warmer with desire. 

“I won’t make you wait any longer then,” He whispered, sitting back and positioning the head of his length against your throbbing cunt. 

“Please,” You mumbled fervently, any ego or pride that you once had was completely down the drain now. 

Your pleads were finally rewarded, Gojo pressing himself deep into your tight walls. The immediate feeling was complete bliss, your head rolling back in pleasure as you heard a throaty moan creep it’s way out of Gojo’s mouth. His moans were so pretty — god, you’d missed the sound of them.  

He moved in and out at a tantalizingly slow pace at first, your hips bucking and wiggling as you made fervent attempts to make him go faster.

“So eager…” He shook his head, continuing to move at a pace that was absolutely agonizing — you thought you might die if he didn’t rail the hell out of you soon. 

“Please, fuck,” You gasped, “Stop moving so goddamn slowly”. 

“Your whines are so pretty, baby. Say my name and maybe I’ll give you what you want,” He murmured, his voice low and husky. 

“Fucking hell,” You gritted your teeth, “Please Satoru, please fuck me already”. 

“Shit,” He mumbled under his breath, your words sending electricity coursing through his body. 

After hearing you say that, he was quick to give you what you wanted, picking up his pace and wrapping his hands firmly around your hips. Strangled combinations of moans, whimpers, and cries filled the air as they flew from your mouth. You didn’t care how loud or desperate you sounded, you wanted him to know how good he was making you feel. 

The two of you were an entangled mess of sweaty skin and throaty moans, Gojo filling your ears with praises and compliments the entire time. His lengthy member railed into you over and over, hitting that perfect pleasure point with each stroke and sending warm surges of ecstasy through your veins. 

Your bodies moved together in sync, your breaths aligning and your climaxes threatening to arrive simultaneously. After a few more firm strokes, you felt yourself drowning in pleasure — euphoria crashing through your body like waves. Gojo reached his end point just a few moments later, his loud cuss words and strangled moans filling your ears. 

The two of you rode out your orgasms together, and almost immediately afterwards Gojo collapsed next to you. He lazily reached up and uncuffed each of your hands, leaving the cuffs dangling from his bed posts just in case there was a round two in his future. He rolled the sticky condom off his member and tossed into a nearby trash bin, a relaxed sigh slipping between his parted lips. You peeled the black mask off of your eyes, finally able to meet his again. 

He was staring at you with eyes filled with all kinds of emotions — the emotions that he’d been too afraid to admit to the first time the two of you were together. But he wasn’t afraid of commitment anymore, he was absolutely certain about what he wanted, and it was you. 

“Stay with me,” He asked, his eyes pleading with you, “I’m ready this time, I promise. I’m all yours, if you’ll have me”. 

You found a small smile tugging at the edges of your lips as you looked deeper into his eyes, “Of course I’ll stay, as long as you still feel this way when you wake up sober tomorrow”. 

“I’ll feel this way forever,” He pressed his head into you and mumbled into your chest, “And I’ll remind you as many times as you need to hear it”. 

You wrapped your arms around him in response, the two of you fitting impeccably together. He placed a few gentle kisses to your skin before his breathes began to slow. You found your own breathing to be evening out, your cloudy thoughts pushing you closer and closer to sleep. The two of you slowly drifted off together, your heavy breaths falling perfectly in sync.

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[demonboyhalo]

The Technoblade Conspiracy

Even before Dream claimed there was a traitor in Pogtopia, there's been a lot of...suspicious activities happening in Techno’s streams. Others on the SMP are already distrustful of him, and the fans are as well, but I believe that we’re focusing on the wrong thing here. This thread isn’t quite a traitor theory, but rather a dive into what Techno has been hiding at large. I can say with utter confidence that the extent of what Technoblade has accomplished on the Dream SMP is being greatly underestimated.

I recommend looking at the sus Techno moments thread by @piggytechnobarb on Twitter for some of the stream clips I'll be discussing.

This is going to be fairly in depth, so the rest is under the cut!

1. There is another room under what Techno calls his "secret base"

I won't talk too much on how strange his choice of "secret base" is for now, but please do keep in mind how out of character it is for man-who-tracked-down-Squid's-college to settle for a home base so unprotected and close to Pogtopia's very well known location.

So, for some reason, there is Polished Blackstone Brick under the floor of Techno’s wall. He accidentally reveals this when a donation asks him to mine the exposed redstone in his wall, acts a bit strange for a good 15 seconds, and then never mentions it again. Sight of the brick prompts him to silently zoom in, fill the hole with stone (not cobble), and say "Don't ask questions".

This is only so strange because there's no real reason for him to have stone at the ready, or any blackstone brick at all. Techno is NOT a builder, and if a creeper blew up down there, he'd fill it with cobble and not give a shit about aesthetics. He doesn't use smooth stone in his base, and has never built with blackstone on stream. Not only are they unusual items for him to have, it's unusual for him to make a point to not have the viewers question it. Yes, it could just be Techno being dramatic, but why did he go silent for a straight 5 seconds at the sight of the blackstone?

Considering who he is as a player, it is completely in character for Techno to build a second base. The lake he lives under is incredibly near Wilbur and Tommy, and he's well aware that all an enemy has to do is watch his stream to infiltrate his base. Techno goes to the extremes when they aren't even required (Ex. His insane skill in party games, beating Skeppy in as niche of a game as Grinch Simulator, etc.) So I don't think it's a stretch for him to go the extra mile, and hide a bunker/resources/extra armour and what have you from even his own viewers.

2. The overpowered illegal villager farm

For those of you who don't watch Ponk, he recently stumbled across an area that is supposedly banned on the Dream SMP - a villager farm. In the clip, his voice is astonished and his confusion is palpable, and he goes so far as to say "It's a full scale arms race" because of how many good trades there are. The location is laced with traps, though he doesn't mention what exactly he had to get past to find the farm. Ponk's reaction is far too genuine for the farm to be his, but then that begs the question, whose farm is it?

...Who is willing to risk Dream's wrath by breaking his rules? Or, alternatively, who is capable of making a secret pact with the server owner to allow such a farm? The answer could only be Technoblade.

Ponk says it himself in the video, he does not have the time to build this. Whoever made this had to have carved out a hidden cavern, lead at least 14 villagers down there, breed them until only the ones with the best trades were left - all off stream, and without another player catching them. Whoever made this had to spend hours of work with no content to show for it, and who do we know has been grinding for DAYS on the server? Technoblade. Not to mention, all the villagers are numbered, and all but one are fletchers.

The signs above each stall are so important, because going so far back as SMP Earth, Techno has a history of dispassionately breeding mobs to his benefit, and then killing any mob not performing well enough. For example, his horse farm: where the horses stay in numbered rooms rather than all being named. The villagers in the screenshot above are numbered rather than named.

Wanna hear a fun fact about Fletchers? They're well known for accepting sticks for emeralds, but will also take string for that trade as well! And guess who has been seen waiting at the spider spawner collecting string by Sapnap, Awesamdude, Quackity, and multiple other players? Technoblade.

Technoblade also has every reason to be breeding villagers for special arrows and crossbows, because he's said on stream that he wants to try spamming multi-shot crossbows in combat to take out huge groups of enemies. He said at a later point that he had run into trouble with getting multiple crossbows with the enchantment multi-shot, and implied it wasn't going to happen. But has he ever been the kind of person to be stopped by something being challenging? Absolutely not.

Think of literally anything Techno has done - his Bedwars win streak, beating MC with a steering wheel, the Potato Wars - what I believe is really happening, is that Techno is lying about how equipped he is so that no matter what side he ends up fighting for, his enemies will have no true way of knowing how powerful he is.

3. Dream might be his secret ally (AKA The Glowstone Incident)

This brings us to a...confusing moment in Techno's stream that sparked a lot of questions. It pointed me towards 2 different, but not necessarily exclusive, theories.

The Glowstone Incident precedes as follows: Techno needs glowstone but can't find any in his chests, so he puts on his BRB screen. He says that he is "hacking" and asking Dream to use game mode to give him the glowstone. Typing can be heard, and then multiple chests are opened. Techno takes off the BRB screen and he now has three stacks of glowstone dust. This was absolutely bewildering to watch live, and was one of the most blatantly suspicious things he has done in front of his viewers. (You can find the exact clip on the thread I mentioned, it is...so weird)

Theory A: Though unlikely, Techno could be Dream's secret ally, and Dream really did use creative to give him the stacks. Or, he potentially gave Techno OP permissions so that he could get the glow stone (and any other materials he’d want) himself.

We all remember their meet up on that ocean hill, where Dream gives Techno golden apples, diamonds, and other such materials for the battle against Schlatt. It seemed to be a one-off gift that was more for Wilbur's benefit than Techno's, but there's potentially the chance that Dream saw an alliance to Techno to be more beneficial than working only with Wilbur, and contacted him off screen to make deals.

Going back to the Village Farm - for a player to get the exact enchantment they want for a reasonable price, breeding them is the most logical option. It's the route Techno would take regardless of Dream's rules on the SMP too, as he tends to show little regard for what the creators want (Ex. Taking over SMP Earth, exploiting Hypixel Skyblock, etc.) However, it could also be possible that Dream gave Techno permission to do this, and so the reason Techno is keeping the farm secret is so that the viewers don't know of their alliance.

Theory B: Techno has hidden resources in his base that he doesn't want anyone to have even the chance to see. Whether it is to hide from enemies watching (or to hide from Dream in particular because Techno knows he's breaking the server's rules) there are secret chests that Techno has with extra resources that can be heard loud and clear in the video.

They could be simple ones hidden in the walls...or in the blackstone brick base hidden under his floors. Saying he’s “hacking” rather than the reality of him just checking all his chests again is on par for Techno’s usual dramatics - yet we can clearly see that there’s no glowstone in any of his chests. This is why I believe he got the glowstone from some unseen resource. With the BRB screen on, Techno prevents his viewers from actually seeing how he got the 3 stacks of powder, and it keeps the location of his hidden materials safe.

Personally, I feel theory B is more likely, but there have been moments where Dream has acted Sus so...be on the lookout y'all.

4. Techno not participating in MCC

For those of you who watched Techno during the Potato War, many will remember that MCC 6 had a stressful undertone. Because of how much effort and time Techno had been putting into farming on Skyblock, taking a break to compete in another event was distracting. It ultimately led to him losing time that, from his perspective, would have been better off spent farming.

Techno might not be as blatantly grinding on the Dream SMP as he did with the Potato War, but it's undeniable that other streamers have seen him online for stretches of 10 hours and more. When asked about why he wasn't participating in the next MCC, Techno didn't say he was taking a break - something that'd be entirely reasonable and honestly well earned - he said "I don't want to."

It could be awkward phrasing by virtue of Techno's personality, but what I think is more likely is that Techno has learned from his past mistakes. Rather than "waste" time competing in MCC, Techno might be planning to use the time everyone on the SMP is gone to his advantage. He could sneak into enemy territory, set traps in certain areas, or maybe even perform some illegal acts that Dream would never allow. Either way, I suspect Techno has something planned for the 14th.

Honorable Mentions:

Dream poking fun, or blatantly covering for Techno?

This clip of Techno's secret Something??? next to the spider spawner, undeniably suspicious

Techno had around 5 stacks of wool in his inventory at one point - he absolutely could be bed mining the nether not only so that he has multiple sets of OP netherite, but possibly because he's preparing the gear for another person (cough cough Philza) or people

Techno's collection of ghast tears. He's studied Crystal PvP and made plenty of 2b2t references in the past (Look up FitMC for more info on those things) So it could be possible that Techno is hiding stacks of end crystals so that he can decimate multiple players in an instant

All in all, I'm 100% convinced that Techno has some serious plans hidden behind the scenes that he's not going to share until it's time for him to unleash utter chaos. We know he's keeping secrets, we know he's had the time, and we know he's capable.

I hope you all enjoyed my research and feel terrified of what Techno could possibly have done off camera :D

If anyone else has different theories, corrections to what I wrote, or other moments where Pink was Sus, feel free to comment!

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