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anti-romantico · 1 year

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[she doesn't have to know] seventeen mingyu

warnings: best friend younger brother AU (title is a little misleading lol), age gap (reader is 5 years older), oral (f receiving), protected sex, i suck at writting fluff but i tried, let me know if i missed something

A/N: feel free to ignore this but there is a funny story regarding this fic lmao. originally, this was written for seventeen's vernon, but after finishing it I just stopped feeling it and left it on drafts until I knew what to do, then I posted it, but tumblr marked it was "mature" so I deleted it. then I changed it for txt soobin, and I was happy with it, but when I made the poll I wrote svt mingyu instead and didn't release until I proofread it lmao and since some people already voted for svt mingyu, i decided to change it.

Also, I'M REALLY SORRY. This was supposed to be posted yesterday but I was so tired after work I totaly forgot :( I'm sorry

luv u, moon

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Vacations for yourself, that's what you needed. And even though you wanted Lia, your best friend, to go with you, she insisted you needed this. "I promise I won't burn down your house while you're away" she said with one hand over her heart. And you knew you could trust her, you just were terrified to travel alone.

The hotel was gorgeous, with a beautiful view of the beach. You rang the bell and waited for the receptionist.

— Good morning, what can I do for you? — The young lady said with a pretty smile. You gave her your name and waited for your key.

The room was definitely your favorite part, you deliberated if it would be better to stay there all week, but of course, you were there to explore. Yes, the bed looked too inviting to stay there your whole life, but the many restaurants you booked were calling you.

You sent a message to Lia to let her know you were at your room and that you missed her, and instead of answering, she called; like she always did.

— Hi, babe! — Her voice made you smile. — How was the flight?

— Pretty good, you know I always sleep to avoid feeling sick. — You sat down on the small sofa and looked through the window.

— Right. Oh, guess what? Mingyu is also there. Not sure if he's staying at the same hotel as you, but he sent me a photo.

— Oh really? I'll see if we can meet up for dinner. — You said. Mingyu and you weren't exactly close. You used to find him attractive, but he was your best friend's younger brother.

— I told him you were there and he said the same. — You both laughed knowing the dinner will never happen.

After talking for another hour while you unpacked and got ready for your first dinner alone, you said goodbye. You looked at yourself in the mirror and admired the blue dress Lia gave you exactly for this trip. It was comfortable and made you look really pretty.

The restaurant was close to the hotel, so you walked there with the help of google maps. Once you were seated, the waiter gave you the menu and told you you just needed to raise your hand when you were ready to order.

The food was on another level, and even made you afraid the food of the other places wouldn't be as good. Suddenly, the waiter let you know someone was trying to pay for you. You looked at him confused and he pointed at the entrance where you found Mingyu smiling. You sighed and shook your head no and asked the waiter to give you your check.

Mingyu waited for you, telling his friends he would see them in the hotel. When you got out of the restaurant, you already knew he would be there.

— How nice of you, but a little bit creepy if you ask me. — You said when you were in front of him.

— Better me than a stranger. — He said and made a move with his head. His car parked beside the two of you with a guy getting out of it and giving Mingyu the keys. — Do you want a ride?

— Was it too hard to ask first? — You said, waiting for him to open the door. He laughed and did it.

— So, how's traveling alone so far? — He asked without looking, full attention on the road.

— I've been here less than 24 hours, but I think I can get used to it. — You said looking at him. Yep, he was still really attractive.

— And about the dinner the three of us knew wasn't going to happen... — His comment made you laugh.

— I can't promise anything, I've booked a restaurant for each day and I really want to enjoy them alone. — You said, not afraid of him getting offended, at the end of the day, he knew you.

— Oh no, of course Your initial plan was to be here alone, but since we both thought we wouldn't meet, I thought we could come up with something now that we did. — He parked close to your hotel and looked at you.

You checked your phone. — Today is friday, I booked for another dinner tomorrow, — you said in a quiet tone. — does it suit you on sunday? I've booked for breakfast.

— Sunday night... Yeah, I'm free. Anything in mind?

— Lia told me about these souvenir places all over the beach, and if I'm honest I was looking for an excuse to not do it. I'll get her something later. — Mingyu laughed. — I do want to go to the beach though.

— Then we have a plan. — Mingyu started the car and drove to the entrance of your hotel. He got down and opened your door, taking your hand to help you.

— See you on sunday. — You said before walking away.

— Oh, by the way... — Mingyu said, making you turn around. — You look beautiful.

You fought the urge to not blush. — Thank you. You don't look bad.

Sunday arrived really fast, but you didn't mind, the previous day you couldn't stop thinking about this... date? Was it a date? no, it wasn't, just hanging out with your best friend's brother... fuck.

Mingyu asked Lia for your number and sent you a message asking for your hotel room. Two soft knocks on your door triggered your anxiety.

— Wow. — He said when you opened your door. — You look really pretty. — You were wearing a black long skirt and white top.

You let him in. — What's with all these compliments, Mingyu?

— What? I can't tell you how pretty you look?

You sighed and crossed your arms. — Just... take that backpack and let's go. — You pointed at the backpack on the floor and opened the door.

The weather was chill, but you already knew, that's why you packed some cozy pants to wear just in case. You both sat down and you offered him some snacks, which he accepted.

You talked for a bit, enjoying the view. The weather started to get cold so you took a small blanket from the backpack. It wasn't enough to cover both of you, but Mingyu insisted he wasn't cold.

— So after that asshole, you haven't dated anyone? — He asked, flexing his legs and hugging them against his chest.

— I don't have time for that, Mingyu, and if I'm honest, none of the guys I've hooked up with made me think "maybe I do want to settle down". — He nodded. — You? I don't think I've heard about a "special someone".

— I had a girlfriend not long after I graduated, it lasted a year, nothing serious since then. — It was your turn to nod. Suddenly, you felt a shiver down your spine, making you shake a little bit. — We can leave if you want, it's getting late.

— Oh no, it's just the wind, I'm fine.

After a comfortable silence, he asked: — Are you still not looking for something serious?

— Not really, just having fun for now. — Your fingers playing with the blanket.

— Are you having fun right now? — And you noticed when his tone changed.

— You're my friend's brother. — The way you said sounded like a reminder for both.

— You can't blame me for trying to shoot my shot. I've been waiting for my turn for a while. — He rested his body on his arms, looking at you.

— I thought you got over your little crush on me when you got in college. — You turned your head to look at him.

— I thought I did, but then I saw you looking gorgeous in that blue dress sitting alone... like I said, you can't blame me. — He leaned his head to the side and shamelessly checked you out. — And maybe it wasn't your intention, but I can't stop thinking you dressed up this pretty just because you knew we were going to meet. — You stayed silent, trying to find the words, but he kept talking. — And I can continue with the cheesy talk if you want, but I really want to kiss you, at least once.

And you knew that if you thought about it, you wouldn't do it, so you just did it.

You shared a sigh of relief, letting the other know how long you were waiting for it. His tongue made his way to your mouth and you let him.

But it hit you. — Wait... — He started to kiss your neck. — Your sister...

— She doesn't have to know if you don't want to, even though I'd pay to see her reaction to this. — Mingyu pulled you from your neck to kiss you again. You put your hand over his chest and straddle him. — Uhm, don't start something you can't finish.

— We both know I started this earlier. — You said, admitting you dressed up like this for him.

— I fucking knew it. — His hands flew to your butt, squeezing it. — Are you sure you want to take the risk?

— Are you asking yourself... kid? — You called him the nickname you used to call him when he was in high school.

The way back to your hotel was fast, none of you couldn't wait any longer. You opened your door quickly and threw everything to the floor, you'd clean later.

You took Mingyu to your room and pushed him to the bed to straddle him again, but he inverted the positions, and you were about to protest when you felt his fingers brush over your underwear. You weren't ashamed by how wet you were, he even growled against your neck when his finger made the fabric to the side. He was skilled and you hated yourself for waiting so long to finally let him touch you.

He started with one finger, then two. The wet noises filling the room. You moaned out loud when his thumb put pressure on your clit. You didn't care if anyone heard you. You felt his fingers leave you and his body over you. You opened your eyes and you caught him licking his fingers clean. He lowered his body and removed your underwear, but leaving your skirt. You took a deep breath when his tongue finally made contact with your cunt, pulling your own hair when he opened your lower lips with his finger so he could have more access.

— Fuck, Mingyu... — You moaned when he gave a quick suck on your clit.

And it was like you told him what to do; he continued sucking on your clit while fingering you.

And just now you felt ashamed because you were so close. You pulled his hair, but wouldn't be able to tell him, your loud moans were his sign to know though.

He gave you a last lick before going up with you again. You kissed him and removed your sweaty hair from your face.

You pushed him again while kissing, pulling his shirt up and helping him to undress. You almost felt sorry by how red his dick was. You started to massage him slowly, then you grabbed it and spreaded to precum on the tip. Mingyu grabbed your neck and kissed you, making you confused, but you didn't stop to jerk him. His hand went to unclasp your bra without removing your top, not leaving a single doubt he loved the outfit. He massaged your boobs under your top and pinched your nipples, making you whine.

— I hate to be that jerk, but I don't have a condom. — He said, grabbing your hand that was still jerking him.

— You're in my hotel room with me dressing this nicely for you, what made you think I was done? — You gave him a quick kiss before standing up and grabbing a condom from the drawer.

— I'm so close to marrying you, woman. — He said, throwing his head back when you straddle him and slowly rolled down the condom.

Mingyu pushed your body back to the bed and pinned your hands over your head before penetrating you. His eyes on your boobs told you enough to know why he chose that position. But you couldn't keep your eyes open for too long, he felt too good inside you, you not being able to move added something to the situation.

The bed started to crash against the wall, and even though none of you would ever admit it, that turned you one even more.

His lips started to suck on your neck and you immediately moved your head so he could have better access to it. His finger went under your top again to pinch your nipples, making you moan and throw your head back.

— I'll never get tired of that. — Mingyu said in a whisper. You didn't answer, biting your lip when he gave you a last hard pinch.

The skirt started to bother you so one of your hands went to the knot on your right side and untied it. Mingyu pulled out and quickly removed the skirt and your underwear before penetrating you again. You pushed him back and rode him, both moaning for the new angle. You could feel him on your stomach, and while you were looking him in the eyes, you also removed your top.

He loved the view, he wanted to enjoy it every day and night. God, he was obsessed.

You moving your body up and down in a desperate way took him out of his thoughts. Your boobs bouncing were distracting, but he wanted them in his mouth. You pulled his hair when you felt his teeth biting softly your left nipple.

You grabbed his chin and made you look up. His eyes were dark and his lips were swollen. You kissed him a little before biting his lower lip and cummed. His hands went straight to your hips to keep the movements, making your whine for the overstimulation. But he didn't take long, his lower whines confirmed he also finished. And even though you were already trying to catch your breaths, your hips were moving slowly.

— If you're going to keep going, then I'm going to need another condom. — He said, burying his finger on your skin to make you stop. You finally stopped and pulled him out, making both of you sigh.

After that, you ordered dinner and Mingyu sent a message to a friend to send him some clothes and other belongings. The night was calm, and while you were enjoying your food, you talked about your lives. Kissed some more and fell asleep.

You woke up close to 4am to go to the bathroom. Carefully, you got up without waking Mingyu up.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed. She doesn't have to know if you don't want to. Mingyu's voice resonated in your head. Maybe it was the best.

Mingyu's reflection appeared behind you, but you didn't turn around. He walked toward you and caged you between the sink and his body.

— Is everything ok? — Hi said, kissing your neck and playing with the elastic of your pajamas. He was teasing you, and you were a little surprised you were down for it.

You both shared a look in the mirror and nodded. You pushed your butt against him, making you bite his lip. Oh you were so down for it

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seospicybin · 2 years

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COLLATERAL.

PART IV

I.N x reader x Hyunjin. (s)

Chapters: Part I / Part II / Part III

Author’s note: The moment of truth........ I’m going to go hide now!

It all started that night he asked you to send a file for the magazine's ads list.

He got confused for a while, he thought that you were reading something on the internet and accidentally attached the file to the email.

He thought of deleting it right away because never in his life did he get time to read for such things.

Not until he realized that you were the one who wrote it, you used a different pen name but he knew because it's a mix of your middle name and nickname.

He got curious about this hidden talent of yours and spent the night scrolling down the blog, reading about your wildest fantasies.

He must admit that you'll make a great writer and he wondered why you worked as an assistant when you can write that well?

Jeongin originally planned to keep quiet about it but once he found you and got to know you better, he got intrigued to fulfill your fantasy just to see how would you react.

That was why he kissed you by the copy machine, exactly like in the story you wrote. He pinned you against the copy machine with his hands caging your body and kissed you.

He wouldn't lie about it, he liked kissing you and you were so responsive, so pliant to his touches, almost needy.

Just thinking of being the one who made your fantasies come true for you making him feel exuberant and the slightest bit cocky.

He also discovered that he got his own satisfaction from fulfilling your fantasies, what made it easier to make it happen was because your body endlessly enraptured him.

When he knew that the man you wrote of having fantasies with is based on Hyunjin, he felt... oddly betrayed?

It felt like he was merely fulfilling and not becoming that man of your fantasies.

That was why he got mad, he got mad at himself for thinking he fits that description and suddenly lost his temper at you.

He knew it wasn't your fault, on top of that, you didn't even know that he had been secretly reading your writings.

It's a common thing to make a small mistake like that, he knew he shouldn't be harsh and embarrassed you in front of people, and he knew very well he shouldn't mix his emotions with professionalism.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Hyunjin confronted him, stopping him from entering the car after the filming was done.

He had never seen Hyunjin this mad before, eyes furrowed and jaws tensed, gritting his teeth with anger.

Jeongin didn't feel like going into an argument with Hyunjin, not there in the parking lot of the TV station, and not that day.

Jeongin sighed and got into his car, ignoring his question.

Hyunjin scoffed in disbelief, "You'd better apologize to her!" He warned then slammed the door of his car shut with so much force.

He already planned on apologizing to you without Hyunjin telling him to. He just didn't know how... should he buy something? Should he go on his knees? Or simply utter his apology with the utmost sincerity?

Not that he never made any mistakes before. He didn't know how to properly ask for forgiveness because he had never been that rude to someone before.

It wasn't easy to just forget about yesterday.

You are not the type to hold a grudge over someone.

But when you were loading the dirty laundry you remembered how everyone looked at you as he snapped at you with rage, how you wanted to disappear right at that moment because of how shameful to be seen like that.

You admitted that it was your mistake, an error from your end but did he has to scream it out loud to you?

You slammed the lid shut and started the washing machine.

You had done almost every chore there was, from changing your bedsheets to vacuuming the living room just so you didn't have time to think about yesterday.

There was nothing left to do and the weather was nice despite the crisp autumn air yet you didn't have any motivation to go outside.

You stood there in the middle of the room thinking of what to do next.

Finally decided to take a bath, a long hot bath with that nice bubble bath you bought a long time ago, and a bottle of chilled wine because you earned it.

You didn't know how long you've dozed off in the bath that the water had cooling down, but you were sure you heard your doorbell ringing.

You groaned as you got out, and put on a bathrobe real quick to open the door.

It was probably the mailman, you thought.

"I'm coming!" You yelled as you unlocked the door, then swung it open.

You froze when you found Jeongin behind the door, carrying a bouquet of flowers in one arm.

Aware that you were dressed half-decent, you quickly hid behind the door but Jeongin mistook it for you not wanting to see him.

Jeongin put a hand on the door and stopped you from closing it, "I come here to apologize,"

You burst out laughing looking at his panicked face, you only saw it then and he looked so adorable.

Jeongin got confused about your reaction, "what's so funny?" He asked.

You stopped laughing, "Nothing," you said.

"Are those flowers for me?" You gestured to the flower he had been hugging so close.

Jeongin immediately handed it to you, "yes,"

You brought it close to your nose to smell it, "so beautiful. Thank you!"

Jeongin just stood there watching you smelling the flowers.

"You didn't bring me anything else?" You playfully asked.

Jeongin remembered the other things he brought along with him, "oh, this too," he gave you a paper bag, you didn't know what was inside but you could easily see the bottle of wine.

You laughed again because you weren't serious about your question. You stepped away and opened the door wider.

Again, he cluelessly stood there.

"Are you going to come in or...?" You asked.

"S-sure," he stammered.

Jeongin awkwardly walked further inside and suddenly your small apartment felt a lot smaller with him in there.

"You can sit wherever you want," you said.

"You don't have much choice, it's the couch or the floor," you added with a smile.

Jeongin must have felt awkward being in your apartment and you felt obligated to make him feel comfortable, it was a force of habit.

He sauntered to the couch and sat on it, he looked rigid, out of place.

You couldn't help but let out another smile, "I'll get you something to drink," you said.

You went to the kitchen and put the flowers in a vase, then started taking out everything from the paper bag.

You made a small plate of charcuterie on a tray and Jeongin came to the kitchen, "Let me help you open it," he offered, taking the bottle of wine from the paper bag.

"Sure," you opened the drawer to take out a wine opener.

The bottle made a loud pop and made you squeal in surprise, Jeongin smiled seeing your reaction.

"I'm a jumpy person!" You reminded him.

"Yes, I know," he said.

You went to open the top cabinet to pull out two wine glasses at the same time Jeongin went over to you, you accidentally hit his head with the cabinet you were opening.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry!" You quickly apologized.

You immediately reached for his head and checked if he was okay, rubbed over his forehead even though you weren't sure if that part was hurt.

"Is it hurt?" You asked him.

But Jeongin only looked down at you while you were concerned over the growing bump on his forehead.

"Sit down there on the chair," you ordered, "I'll get ice for your head,"

Jeongin complied and sat on the chair next to the small dining table.

You wrapped ice cubes in a small towel and went over to him, pressing it on his bumped head.

"I am so sorry," you said again as you bent down and checked his face.

"It's okay," Jeongin assured you, didn't stop staring at you.

He pulled you onto his lap and put a hand around your waist, "I am sorry," he muttered.

He sounded so sincere and genuinely regretted it, his eyes were so tender, so delicate.

"I am so sorry about yesterday," he said again, he lost his breath at the end of the sentence.

You didn't say anything but take in his words.

He brushed his hand through your hair, then put it on your shoulder, "I understand if you can't forgive me,"

He took the bag of ice away and held your face with both hands, "I can't even forgive myself," he added.

You had never seen him this close, not physically but emotionally. He is your superior at work, you're so used to thinking of him highly and mighty.

You sometimes forget that he's just a human.

And it felt nice to see that side of him.

You smiled and nodded, "I forgive you,"

"Why would you forgive me that easily?" He asked, instead of feeling relieved, he got mad at your decision.

"I was so cruel to you," he reminded.

"I know,"

"Then why?" He asked with eyebrows wrinkled in confusion.

"Because you're here now to take responsibility for your mistake and sincerely apologized to me," you simply answered.

"But-"

You put your hand on his mouth because you knew he would say something else to blame himself more.

And he did, he put your hand away, "You shouldn't be-"

You shut him up with your mouth this time, pressed your lips so hard on his not allowing him to speak.

When you deemed he won't say anything else, you slowly pulled away, "Just shh..." you said with a pout.

His hand that was resting on your shoulder moved to your neck and brought your face closer to kiss you again.

You smiled against his kisses yet you hate how you couldn't stay mad at him for long.

You planned something in your head as you led him to your bedroom, you sat him on the chair pushed to your vanity table.

You kissed him more while sitting on his lap then let go with a gasp, "stay here!"

Intoxicated by your kisses, he nodded to your instruction.

You walked backward while maintaining eye contact with him until the back of your legs hit your bedframe.

"Stay there and don't move until I told you so," you instructed again as you sat at the end of the bed.

He nodded with his mouth slightly parted open and you guessed that he knew that he was to get punished.

You shot a sly smirk at him then put both your feet up on the bed, and crawled over to the bedside table to pull out something, a vibrator.

Jeongin sighed, he could see what kind of punishment you were going to give to him and he didn't like it.

You sat on the end of the bed again with the vibrator next to you and looked at him, his hands resting on the armrests like a little boy on a timeout.

You started to part your bathrobe open, slowly sliding it down one arm and groping under to feel your breast.

You untied the bathrobe next in a painstakingly slow motion just to prolong his torture.

Those foxy eyes couldn't intimidate you that day, you were the one in charge.

You sat up and took the bathrobe off until you were fully naked, let him take a good look at your body.

You ran your hands around your body and softly moaned, enjoying your own touch to tantalize him more. Cupping your breasts, circling your nipples with your fingers, touching yourself all over, and hearing his breathing got heavier the lower your hands went.

You shifted on the bed and slowly parted your legs open, presenting him with a clear view of your heating core.

Jeongin swallowed hard and you heard him sharply inhaling his breath, you could see how much he struggled to keep himself from going at you.

You giggled because it was amusing to watch him restraining himself.

You shoved two fingers into your mouth until they were with your saliva then started to trace your folds, gently touching the delicate flesh in fluttering little touches.

You looked him in the eyes as you started circling your clit in a circular motion, pleasuring yourself with your fingerpads applying gentle pressure on your clit.

You moaned and threw your head back, once you deemed it was wet enough you reached for the vibrator and turned it on.

The vibrator made a low buzzing sound and you smiled in excitement.

Jeongin shifted on his seat as his trousers got tight with every passing second of watching you touching yourself.

You opened your legs wider and made sure he could see everything, then eagerly put the sex toy to use.

You moaned louder and sighed in delight, reclined on the bed with one hand against the mattress.

"Oh my God!" You threw your head back as you sighed.

You added more speed to the vibrator while slowly grinding at it, arching your back.

Jeongin's hand went to his growing bulge and started stroking through the fabric.

You slyly smiled at him while keeping the stimulation going and completely lost in the pleasure as you were closing into your high, squirmed and writhed on the bed as your orgasm hit, lit your body in burning pleasure.

You forgot about Jeongin being there the whole time as you lay down on the bed while collecting your breath.

You got up and saw him still touching himself, you put on your bathrobe robe without tying it.

You got off the bed and looked at him, seeing the frustration on his face.

"Do you need help with that?" you asked, eyeing his erection.

You stood in front of him while tying your bathrobe, "Even if I could, I wouldn't help. Sorry," you said.

Jeongin accepted the punishment but not your behavior, he roughly grabbed your waist and took you back onto the bed.

He hovered above you with your hands pinned above your head, looking down at you with those foxy eyes and sharp jaws.

You confidently looked back into his eyes with a mischievous smile plastered on your face, "I told you to stay there until I told you so," you said.

He shook his head and didn't say anything but intensely stared into your eyes, probably thinking of what to do to you first.

This was the Jeongin that you knew and you laughed at how much difference you saw in his personality in a span of a few hours.

It seemed to infect him because he laughed along with you.

He let go of your hands to cradle your face, "I am really sorry," he said again.

"I forgive you," you gave him the same answer.

He lowered his mouth on you, kissing you so deep yet so tenderly while holding your frame as if you were a fragile object.

It took only a few minutes for the two of you to litter your bedroom floor with his clothes and your bathrobe. Your naked bodies tangled on the bed like two slithering snakes.

He held your legs up and close to his body as he was fucking you, giving your feet a few little kisses once in a while.

You couldn't stop looking at him, his body looking even more magnificent under the daylight. The ridges of his muscles were apparent, the blue of his veins appeared prominent, and his skin glowed and looked soft just how it feels under your touch.

"You're so beautiful," you blurted out.

Jeongin lightly laughed and thought you were being playful with him, he put your legs down and put them to the side.

He hovered above you once again as he kept thrusting from behind then kissed your neck, "You're so beautiful," he repeated your words back to you.

Your heart flipped and it wasn't from his cock buried deep inside you, you closed your eyes as if that would help to hide your flustered face.

You felt his lips on you as he slowed the pace, then pulled out.

Your smile faded and you were so ready to complain, but then Jeongin parted your legs open to change position, going classic with the missionary.

You couldn't guess what he was trying to do but the sex felt different. It wasn't rushed nor hasty, he was taking his time and feeling every thrust going inside you.

His eyes intently stared into you with a hand softly caressing your cheek, pressed a kiss every once in a while on your face.

This you believed is making love.

But that would be possible if love is involved and you were sure he didn't have that sort of feelings for you.

Then what about you?

You began to question yourself if perhaps, you grew some feelings for him. Yes, you felt some type of way, admiration, respect, then an attachment that you were certain was created from working for him.

Lust was there for an obvious reason and there was something else, but you couldn't decipher it, not yet.

Jeongin pressed a long kiss on your lips and reeled you back into reality.

"I want to cum together with you," he said.

You smiled and pecked his lips, "I'd love that,"

You arched your back and started pulsating your hips to meet his thrust, moaning into his mouth as he went deeper into you.

He put his mouth on the side of your face, "you keep clenching around me," he sighed.

"That's because you're fucking me so good," you held him close with your hands around his neck.

He cracked a low laugh then searched for your mouth, and captured your lips in a sloppy, wet kiss.

The afternoon filled with both of your moans and satisfied sighs, cumming together just like you planned, exchanging a smile at the success.

You lay facedown while he lay on his side with his hand endlessly following the curve of your spine and backside.

"Did something happen yesterday?" You had been wanting to ask him that and that moment seemed to be the right time to ask.

Jeongin played with the end of your hair, "I just... I found out about something that I don't want to know," he answered.

"Is it about the magazine?" You asked.

He shook his head.

"Someone?" You slightly turned your head at him.

"Just something," he vaguely answered.

You decided to stop pressuring him to tell you about it, afraid that he would be upset then find something else to talk about.

"I'd better go," he suddenly said.

You quickly grabbed his hand, "Can you stay?"

You didn't mean to sound so clingy, it just happened.

"I'm going to cook dinner in a bit and you are more than welcome to stay," you elaborated, didn't want him to think that you have a sense of belonging toward him.

Jeongin considered it for a while but you could expect what his answer would be from the look on his face.

"I thank you for the invite but I have to meet someone for dinner," he explained.

"Oh, okay," you accepted the rejection because you have no rights whatsoever to stop him from going. You watched him get up from the bed, began putting on his clothes while you put your bathrobe back on, and went out of the bedroom.

You poured yourself a glass of the forgotten opened wine bottle and finished it in one gulp.

"I'll get going then," he put on his suit jacket.

You spotted his tie a little askew and went to fix it, "You're ready to go," you said with a smile.

"I'll see you on Monday," he said, suddenly going all formal to you.

You stifled a nod, "See you on Monday!"

Hyunjin loomed above your computer screen and grinned, "are you reading something interesting?"

"Yes, I'm reading something very, very sexy," you said with a serious face, then let him see your computer screen.

Hyunjin went behind your desk to see, "that's very sexy indeed!" He beamed, looking at the live stock market updates on the screen.

You laughed at him and you glanced at the cuffs of his shirt, he hadn't worn the cufflinks you gifted him yet. You started to doubt if he would ever wear it, maybe it was cheap-looking that's why he didn't.

"Anyway, can I help you?" You swiveled your chair to face him.

"Just wanted to ask if things are okay?" He asked.

You got it that he wanted to make sure things between you and Jeongin were alright after that mishap that happened last week.

"He apologized and I forgave him already," you shortly replied but spared him from the details of the how, when, and where.

"Nice bracelet!" You praised the piece of jewelry he wore around his dainty wrist that you hadn't seen on him before but also changed the topic to something else.

"It's a birthday gift from my mom," he told you, fingers fiddling with the chain.

"How lovely!" You genuinely complimented.

Hyunjin dragged another chair and sat facing you until your knees met, like that wasn't enough, he leaned forward.

"I have an update on the matchmaking thing," he said in a hushed voice.

"This is not a spy movie," you reminded him.

Hyunjin chuckled and his chuckles sounded crisp, infectious.

"Anyway, so, I set him up on a date last Saturday," he said in a hushed voice again.

"Saturday?"

He nodded, "and Kim said the date was nice,"

"She also said that Jeongin looked so delighted the whole night," Hyunjin said with a proud smile.

You nodded as you listened to Hyunjin, "that's good," you half-heartedly said.

"I told you they're a good match," Hyunjin remarked, crossing his hands together in cockiness.

"Then you should start a matchmaking business, Mr. Hwang!" You teased.

"Should I?"

You eagerly nodded while laughing.

"Yeah, I think I have a hidden talent for it," he seriously considered it with his fingers touching his lips.

Gosh, his lips looked so red and luscious just like the forbidden apple.

"I'll volunteer to be the next on your matchmaking plan!" You joked.

He shook his head, "No, I'll not allow it," he resisted.

"Why?"

"Because you're mine," he simply answered.

The answer was unexpected but you quickly laughed it off because you didn't want things to be awkward.

His phone rang inside his pocket and he picked it up, "yes, okay, I'm coming," he talked to the phone, then got up from the chair.

He put his phone back inside the inner pocket of his suit, "We'll continue this matchmaking business talk another time," he smiled a sweet smile and waved bye at you.

"Happy working, sir!" You kindly said to him even though he doesn't like being called that.

Your smile faded once Hyunjin was gone after finding out the fact that Jeongin left your apartment that Saturday only meant that the dinner he mentioned was a date with Kim.

Did he lie to be polite or he didn't want to tell?

"Come to my office!" Jeongin ordered through the intercom.

You composed yourself and put on a calm face, took a deep breath then entered his office.

"Yes, sir?"

Jeongin got quiet for a while and he looked at something on you.

You glanced down and tried to see if there was anything wrong with your appearance. You were wearing a white blouse with pearl buttons that you've worn a few times already because it's your favorite and paired it with a maroon-colored asymmetrical skirt.

"Is there something wrong, sir?" You asked.

He quickly looked away and shook his head, "Nothing," he answered.

He slid a file on his desk toward you and you took closer steps to pick it up.

"I want you to choose one from all these candidates," he said.

"Candidates?" You flip open the files to see resumes of a few people who applied to be his new assistant.

"Yes, for your successor," he replied.

Time really does not wait for anyone.

You realized that your one-year contract was about to end and your chest deflated in a second, squeezing out all the good feelings you held onto before you came to this realization.

"You may interview them personally with the HR team," Jeongin said without looking at you.

You nodded then you came to your senses that it was inappropriate to give him a non-verbal answer, "Yes, sir,"

"Not later than this week," he added.

"I'll work on it right away," you confirmed then headed out of his office.

Your mood had been fluctuating for these past few days, even the stock market was more stable than your emotional chart.

The bright colors of your clothes didn't work to lift your mood anymore, your favorite perfume lost its magic to calm you down and after interviewing the candidates for the whole day, your mood turned messy.

And your printer broke.

You felt like screaming at that very moment.

You decided to take the rest of the day off since Jeongin was attending a meeting with the executives, you believed it was for a good reason.

Despite having a pervert on the cover, the magazine sold pretty well.

He has no other schedule after but just in case he asked for you, you left a message through Hyunjin's assistant and asked her to check on Jeongin if he needs any help.

You went home and cleaned up, then dove into your bed to sleep the day away.

You woke up feeling famished, still drowsy you dragged yourself to cook a bowl of noodles. Checking your phone while waiting for it to cool down when you read something from the group chat.

You already guessed that the news will come out someday soon, there were allegations made against Mr. Lee for sexual harassment and since the magazine recently made him a cover star, it got called out.

It upset you so much but you thought of Jeongin and how much shit he would get from it.

You called Hyunjin's assistant to ask about Jeongin but she said Jeongin didn't come back to the office after the meeting so no one knew how he handled the news.

You didn't think twice but get dressed and went to his apartment, this time you rang his doorbell knowing that he was probably home.

After a few tries you entered the passcode and let yourself in, it was dark that you hurriedly turned the lights then saw him standing by the kitchen island with a half-empty bottle of drinks.

"I'm sorry for coming in without permission," you quickly said to him.

"I'll get going then," you said and turned back around to the threshold.

You stopped after a few steps and looked at him, "I just wanted to make sure you're okay," you said.

But he didn't say anything but gulped the drink in his glass and poured himself another.

It started to frustrate you seeing him suffer in silence and how he likes to keep everything to himself.

You walked up to him and put your hand on his arm, "you know, you didn't have to go through it alone," you reminded.

And you didn't care if you overstepped, or were nosy. You hated seeing him like this.

He turned his head at you.

You saw how crestfallen and sad he looked, you immediately hugged him.

And to your surprise he hugged you back, holding you so dearly like you were the only salvation to him.

You withdrew just enough to look up at him, and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. You didn't have any other intentions but wanted to bring comfort to him.

He kissed you back, hard and deep, long and lingering, took more of your lips, and kissed you with all of his heart.

Your heart ached as if you absorbed the sadness he was feeling and you hoped he could do the same, absorbing whatever good feelings you have inside you.

He broke the kiss but held your face close to his, and pecked your lips once before he started speaking.

"I think we should stop doing this," he said.

Something broke inside you and the pain was too great it numbed you.

"I-" he licked his lips then took a breath, "I know you like Hyunjin," he said.

"Oh?" You slowly pulled yourself away from him. It came as a surprise how he spilled the fact like that, importantly, how did he know?

You wondered why all of sudden you got panicked and thinking of coming up with excuses to say?

"But h-how?" you stammered.

Jeongin subtly smiled, "it's okay,"

You got quiet because there was no way around it, the truth was out and you couldn't do anything about it.

"He's a good guy and I think he likes you too," he said.

He took a few steps backward to put a space between you and him, "he knows how to make you happy," he sounded so sad when he said it.

He then turned to the side to pour himself another glass.

Would it be pathetic of you to say that you didn't want it to stop? Despite it was just being physical, you still wanted to be with him.

You considered it for a while and it was at the tip of your tongue but he got to you first.

"And you'll be leaving the job soon, so..." he paused to take a sip of his drink, "I think it's better if we end it here," he finished.

But it seemed that his decision was final.

You bit back the welling tears inside you because you promised that if he hurt you, it was because you allowed it.

"I understand," you meekly said.

The silence took over for a while and it started to deafening that you could only feel the constant prickly pain in your heart.

"I'd better get going," you ended the conversation, it was getting embarrassing staying there and having no apparent reasons on why you should be there.

How silly of you to ever think that you have the rights to come into his place and offer him your comfort.

You laughed it off on your way home, laughing in the back of the taxi that the driver probably thought you have lost your mind, laughing with tears streaming down your face.

You have a month to teach everything to the newly hired assistant and with that, you have fewer tasks in hand.

It seemed like Jeongin preferred her as well than you, you didn't have any problems with that either.

"You have anything to ask?" Hyunjin asked as he leaned close to you.

You were at yet another conference with Hyunjin and you barely took any notes because your mind was out of it and the talk was of something slightly different yet the same.

You shook your head and put on a smile for him.

Hyunjin stared at you as if trying to solve a puzzle, "You look so... I don't know,"

Hyunjin crossed his arms together and slightly turned his body your way, "did something been bothering you lately?"

You shook your head again, "I'm a little sad because I'll be no longer working in the same office with you," you cheekily answer.

Hyunjin was pleased with the answer that he couldn't contain his laugh and everyone's attention shifted to him, not to the person talking at the podium.

You bowed both your heads down embarrassed.

"Let's go!" Hyunjin said, grabbed your hand, and pulled you out of the auditorium.

"The conference hasn't finished yet!" You said.

He looked over his shoulder at you, "Let's skip work for a few hours!"

You thought over it for a while but since you weren't needed anyway and it was near the end of your working hours, you didn't see any reason to say no.

But when both of you exited the auditorium, he bumped into his ex-girlfriend and you quickly let go of his hand, just in case she got the wrong idea.

"The conference is not done yet," she said.

"Yeah, we know," Hyunjin said.

She looked at him with a puzzled look on her face, "Are you going somewhere?"

"We're going to have an early dinner," he replied again and looked at you.

You nodded to back him up even though he didn't tell you about it beforehand.

"Then can I join?" She asked him with hopeful eyes.

Hyunjin parted his mouth but no words escaped his mouth, "No, I don't think that's possible," he rejected.

That beautiful glow on her face turned dark with Hyunjin's rejection.

"It's going to be just us two tonight," he said, gesturing to him and you.

You shyly smiled at her but also felt bad even though you weren't the one rejecting her.

"Oh?"

Hyunjin grabbed your hand again, "Maybe next time?"

"Yeah, sure," she half-heartedly replied to him.

After a few glasses of wine you drank to wash down the dinner, you braved to ask Hyunjin the question you've been wanting to ask for a long time now.

"Can I ask you something?"

"If you're going to ask if we can have a second dessert, then yes," he said with an adorable laugh.

"No, I feel full," you denied, then emptying the wine in your glass.

"Then let's go for round 2," he suggested.

You winced because that sounded like he was taking you for drinks and you were scared that he'll get drunk again.

"Don't tell me that we're going for drinks?" You grimaced.

"What? Why?"

You heavily sighed, "just promise me that you won't get drunk?" Held out your pinky finger at him with a glare.

"I promise!" He said and linked his pinky finger with you.

He clasped his hand with you after and pulled you along with him, walking around to find a good bar nearby.

"Hyunjin, about earlier," you shook his hand to get his attention.

"Yeah?"

"I'm okay with your ex-girlfriend joining our dinner," you said, turning to look at him for his reaction.

His eyebrows furrowed, "how do you know she's my ex-girlfriend?"

"From one of your colleagues at the party," you answered with a small voice.

He didn't say anything but took you inside a bar and hurriedly sat in the empty booth.

"May I know how the two of you broke up?" You gripped the hem of your blazer so hard out of anxiety, afraid that you were being too nosy. But you were deeply curious, one day you found them fine with each other and that day, they were the opposite. It felt as if whether they relationship left unfinished or they had a messy break-up.

Hyunjin ordered drinks real quick then sighed, "Isn't it always for the same cliché reason?" He vaguely answered.

He sounded like he was trying to avoid answering your question and it seemed like the answer will stay as a mystery to you.

You tried not to pressure him to explain further about it and not to ruin his mood.

"You're going to pay for the drinks tonight, right?" You asked him as a way to change the topic.

"I'll not make you pay for the drinks again tonight," he assured you.

"Okay, great, because I'm not keeping the company card anymore," you said with a laugh.

Hyunjin's promise only went as far, as he won't slow down on his drinking, you had to stop him a few times, "slow down, please?"

He laughed it off and pressed his forehead with yours, a bit tipsy.

"I need all that liquor courage," he said.

His alcohol-tinted breath felt cold against your skin, "but you promised me," you pouted.

"Why do you need all the courage though?" You asked with only inches of gap between your faces.

He held your face and rubbed your cheek with his thumb, "because I am with the person that I like so much," he said.

Your heart felt like about to burst yet your eyes kept looking into his, watching the warmth glints in them.

"And she's so beautiful," he added.

He put his forehead on yours again, "I think I'm going crazy," he sighed.

"Then I need to drink more too," you said back.

"Because I am with the most beautiful human I've ever seen and he's about to drive me crazy too,"

You pursed your lips, "Mostly because he doesn't want to slow down on his drinking," you added.

You called for a driver because Hyunjin drank too much, and waited outside the bar with Hyunjin holding on to you, hugging you as he did once before.

"You smell so nice," he mumbled.

"Yes, I know," you said, "I also know that's you're not that drunk,"

He chuckled into your neck, "I just want to hug you," he responded with a giggle.

You put your hands around him and rubbed his back, "I know," you said.

You sat next to him in the backseat of his car, Hyunjin buried his head in the crook of your neck, and his breath tickled your skin.

"You smell really, really nice," he mumbled again.

He put your hand on yours on your lap and you've just noticed that he was wearing the cufflinks you gifted him for his birthday and traced the piece of metal with your fingers.

He playfully grabbed your hand and you softly giggled.

"Nice cufflinks!" You complimented.

"A gift from someone special," he whispered again with his mouth close to your ear.

You didn't dare look at him, afraid of how things would turn out knowing how much you couldn't resist it.

"Gosh, I want to kiss you so much," he whispered to you.

He held the urge knowing that it would be uncomfortable for you if he kissed you with the driver in the car as well.

He put his fingers on your lips, feeling the softness of them with his fingertips.

He hummed with a slight frustration and you closed your eyes, letting him touch your lips in the dark of the car.

Couldn't help it anymore, he buried his head in your neck once again and placed a tender kiss there.

You let out a low sigh and grabbed his hand that was resting on your jaw, and turned your head to meet his.

He leaned in and you did as well, your lips barely touched then the car stopped.

You pulled away slowly and grabbed your purse, "Goodnight!" You softly spoke then got out of the car.

You were inserting your key to your apartment door when you heard footsteps coming closer behind you, you turned around to find Hyunjin coming up to you.

Then all of sudden held you from the back with hands looping around your waist.

You slightly turned your head at him, "did you forget something?" You softly asked.

He didn't answer but grabbed your chin to angle his way to put his lips on yours.

He slowly turned your body around without breaking the kiss and pinned you against the door.

The kiss was everything you've dreamed of and more, chaste yet fiery, set your body alight.

He pulled away briefly to catch a breath, flashed you a sweet smile then kissed you again.

With a hand resting on your jaw, he could easily angle your head as he pleases and deepens the kiss, opening your mouth to invade it, to taste more of it.

You sighed at the warm feeling pooling out of you and you were nowhere near enough of having his kisses.

You put your hands around his neck, pulling him closer until you felt his body heat on you and molded your bodies together.

Hyunjin broke the kiss so you could catch a breath, dragging his mouth down the column of your throat and you tipped your head to the side to give him the access.

He teased your neck by gently licking the skin in kitten licks and you softly giggled.

"That tickles!" You breathlessly said to him.

Hyunjin laughed against your skin and brought his mouth back on you, kissing you so hungrily with hands began to trace the shapes of your body then rested them on your hips.

Hyunjin purposely pushed his body on you to let you feel all of him.

And you delightfully sighed.

He smirked against your lips as he took your lower lip between his teeth and gently pulled it.

He gasped as he let go but kept his face close, "so, how is it?" He asked.

"Huh?" You asked back, still confused and dazed in his kisses.

"Did my kisses taste like pomegranate?" He asked as he pecked your lips.

It took you a moment to finally registered his question.

Then it clicked.

He knew. He knew about the blog. He knew about the writings and your wild fantasies about it. You always knew that it will come to this and you guessed you would be embarrassed about it, but it was the opposite.

You felt caught, yes, but not embarrassed about it.

"So, you knew?" You asked.

He nodded.

"How long?"

"Long enough," he answered as he placed another kiss on your cheek.

You looked at him and into his eyes, realizing you had never seen him this up close.

"Then I suppose in that time you knew that I like you?" You asked again.

He nodded, "yes,"

You put your hands on his chest, "and you didn't say anything about it," you muttered under your breath.

"Huh?"

You shook your head, "nothing,"

You didn't expect him to know about your feelings this way but him knowing that you did have feelings for him yet not saying anything about it made you feel... disappointed.

The two of you were close and he could have said something, but he chose to wait until this moment.

He tilted your head with a hand under your chin, then kissed you again.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about it," he said.

You weakly smiled and slowly pushed him away, "I'm tired," you said.

He looked at you while caressing your cheek with his thumb, "you'd better get inside and rest then,"

You put on a smile for him then gave him a quick peck on the lips, "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight!" He said back and watched you get inside your apartment.

It was true that you didn't feel the slightest embarrassed about him finding out about your blog. But you did feel like he had been playing with your feelings despite knowing you liked him, he could have said that he likes you too or not. Instead, he decided to keep quiet about it.

You must have looked like a fool, trying not to make it obvious when he already knew the truth.

You opened your blog and reread everything, after knowing the truth you got to see everything from a different perspective.

As you got into them one by one, not only that you sounded so stupid but you also came to a new realization that there was another person who probably knew about it too.

From all of the things you wrote and everything that happened, from kissing you by the copy machine or fucking you on a desk. They all came into reality and he was the one who made it all happen.

Jeongin.

You cried at the fact that two people made a fool out of you.

You planned on taking a few days off from work even before your contract was done because you never took any vacation days from work.

With the new assistant seemed to have things in control without your help, you felt at ease on leaving the job.

You started gathering your things from your desk and put them in the box, including all the planners you had used, and flipped open the latest one.

You met Hyunjin's writing on one page, of the address of where he held his birthday party and the 'the party will not start without you' note in cursive letters.

You came to a new knowledge that it must be since then he knew about your blog, you remembered you were checking your blog during work and forgot to close it because you got called into Jeongin's office.

That was months ago, Hyunjin knew about it for months and didn't say anything about it.

You still found it hard to accept the truth.

"Can I call you if I have something to ask?" The new assistant asked.

"Of course!" You responded with a smile.

"I'll probably just spend my vacation days at home," you put the lid on the box and slid it under your desk.

"Is he always that quiet?" She asked.

You softly chuckled, "Not always. If you ask, he'll answer everything," you replied.

"Do not hesitate. He's not as vicious as he seems," you playfully added.

You glanced at the clock on the computer screen, "oh, it's time for lunch, you may go first," you offered.

"Is it okay?"

"Yeah, no worries," you assured.

You arranged the files to deliver to Jeongin based on their importance and urgency, he hated when things aren't organized perfectly.

You knocked on his door and entered his office, "a few files that you need to sign,"

You took the first two from the stack and put them on his desk, "These two needs to be signed today,"

You took the last one, "and this one from the marketing, lost of ads for the digital magazine, they need it signed at least by the end of this week," you informed.

Jeongin took them right in front of him and started looking into them.

Looking at him like this and having just a little time left to address the matter, made you feel you have nothing to lose.

"Sir, can I ask you something?"

He snapped his head up at you then clasped his hands in front of him on the desk, "yes,"

You took a deep breath before you start talking, "I just found out about something recently and I assume you know about it too," you began.

He put his clasped hands under his chin, "about what?"

"About the writings on my blog," you replied.

Jeongin stiffened and his eyes froze, locked with yours for as long as he could before blinking.

"It's alright, sir. I'm not going to complain or say anything about it. What people see or read on the internet is not my business," you quickly added, assuring him that you had no problems about it.

Jeongin put his hands close to his mouth, "yes, I do. I do know about it since you accidentally sent the file in a work email," he finally admitted.

You nodded at the revelation and were relieved that he admitted it right away. You thought of what was the reason behind him making all those happen, turning your fantasies into reality.

"What we did..." you paused because it felt strange to address the two of you as 'we' when there was nothing between you and him.

You retreated from talking further because he already decided that things between you had ended and swallowed it all down, "that was my mistake," you settled on an easier truth and failed to sound calm as your voice broke at the end of the sentence.

"Anyway, it's been a pleasure working for you, sir!" You finished, then walked to the door.

It was easier to leave because Hyunjin was out the whole day and Jeongin left early because he had to attend a family event.

At the end of the day, you were left alone with your thoughts and nothing to say, you picked up your box of things, then left the office.

Hyunjin hugged you the moment you met on a Friday afternoon, didn't hesitate to kiss your cheek, and made you flustered in an instant.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered into your ear.

"I must say you look even more gorgeous after not seeing you for days," you complimented him back with a grin.

You took him for a lunch to make amends for not telling him that you left the job early.

"So, what have you been doing on your vacation days?"

You put down your spoon and fork, "they shouldn't be called vacation days because I'm not really on vacation,"

He smiled, "work is hell without you,"

"Always exaggerating things, Hwang Hyunjin," you sighed rather dramatically.

"You called me by my name just now," he beamed.

"Yes, I did," you confidently said, "I can do whatever I want now," you bragged with a smug.

Hyunjin nodded, "I like that!"

After lunch, you took a walk in the park together and sat on a bench with him making you link your arm with him.

"I'll be that lady who feeds the pigeons when I'm old and grey," you said, pointing to an elderly lady feeding breadcrumbs to a flock of pigeons.

"You're too cool for that," he commented.

"Then what I'll be?"

"You'll be somewhere exotic, sunbathing and drinking expensive wine," he confidently said like the future had set in stone.

You laughed at his detailed imagination, "what about you?"

"I'll be drinking wine with you, of course!" Also with the same confidence like he had seen what the future looks like.

You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder, even though you were both dressed in layers of clothes due to the beginning of winter, you could still feel his warmth.

"Hyunjin?" You softly called.

"Yes?" He rested his head on top of yours.

"You knew that they're my fantasies, right?"

Your question seemed to take him back for a moment and he knew you were talking about your writings.

"Yes," he shortly replied.

"I thought of you like that. You are so beautiful to me, so mighty, so ethereal that I don't think I'll be able to be this close to you," you honestly admitted, grabbing his hand on his lap.

You turned your head at him and caught him smiling at you.

"You know why I call it fantasy?" You asked.

You didn't wait for his answer but continued talking, "because those things are impossible or improbable I could only imagine them," you finished.

You took a deep breath and the cold air stung your nose, "my feelings for you are real," you muttered while looking into his eyes.

You put a hand on his cheek, "but you are like a fantasy to me, Hyunjin,"

These past few days of staying in and contemplating things only assured you that the only reason Hyunjin didn't say anything about it was that he was uncertain of his feelings for you. He could have said no, but with your close relationship, he was scared of hurting you or worse things between you became a mess.

And you didn't want a mess.

It was better this way, admitting that it was your fault to have feelings for the man who is out of your reach.

"What are you trying to say?" He asked.

"I know you doubted your feelings for me," you answered.

He grabbed your hand so tight, "but I do have feelings for you,"

"And can you tell me what those feelings are?" You asked, trying not to waver staring into his eyes.

Hyunjin was certain that he was fond of you, he liked being close to you and being with you, but strangely he couldn't fathom it into words.

"It's okay, Hyunjin," you said.

"I'm alright with us like this," you assured him while squeezing his hand and a comforting smile on your face.

You rested your head back on his shoulder and flipped his hand to see the time on his wristwatch, "anyway, you should be back to the office," you informed.

Hyunjin unlinked his arm to put it around your shoulder, "let's say I take my vacation day too," he remarked.

You giggled as he tightened his hold around you and pulled you closer next to him on the bench like it was small enough for the two of you.

At night, you scrolled down your blog once more, thinking of closing it to come to terms that maybe it would put you at ease.

Your hand hovers on the 'delete account' button but a new private message popped on the notification. You hurriedly open it, and scanned it real quick but turned out they were too long to skim it.

You decided to read the whole thing. From the beginning to end, word per word and took notes.

Jeongin had been staring at his computer screen for far too long that his eyes got blurry.

He stayed late at work again and he had nothing to do left but go home. It was hard for him to pass by your desk and not think of you.

You would smile at the sight of him and say, "can I help you, sir?"

He never dated before, for him dating is a waste of time, especially when he was trying to build a career for himself.

These feelings inside of him, he didn't know what it is but he knew what it capable of. It could easily make him smile or laugh, it angers him, it drives him mad, and then a second later, it makes him overwhelmed in happiness.

He got to discover this strange new feeling from you.

And also from you, he knew how to let go, to give in, and sacrifice his own happiness for someone else which were things that he had never done before in his life.

He realized then that he learned a lot of things from you, even though he had to go through all this pain.

He was just arrived in his apartment and was about to pour himself a glass of liquor when the doorbell rang.

He went to open it and saw you standing there right in front of him.

"May I come in?" You asked, probably because he was stunned to see you coming to his apartment.

"Yes," he answered and let you inside.

You stood there in the living room and waited for him to catch up with you, "why did you send that?"

He liked that you were always straight to the point, "because it's only fair if you know my wild fantasy too," he answered.

Jeongin wrote down everything he ever fantasized about you because he felt bad knowing about your writings and not saying anything about it. He tried to make amends by writing his own and sent it to you.

"And why are you here?" He asked back, he too didn't like beating around the bush.

You put your handbag down on the table, then untied your coat, "because it's only fair if I make your wild fantasy come true for you too," you said.

You took your coat off and put it down on the sofa.

Jeongin swallowed at the sight of his favorite piece of clothing on you, that white blouse with the pearl buttons, gleaming under the lights.

You paired it with a black tight skirt with a slit and put out your leg to expose the garter you were wearing.

God, you were such a sight. He practically salivated at his wild fantasy becoming real.

You walked up to him and put your hand on his neck, didn't hesitate to pull him for a kiss.

A kiss that he returned so eagerly.

He fantasized about kissing your lips painted with that lipstick in a deep shade of red, so he kissed them until they were faded on your lips.

He put his hands on your waist and drew you closer, tight, with no gap left between your bodies.

You pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath while he used the opportunity to kiss your neck.

"Take me to the bedroom," you whispered to him.

He looked at you and hastily kissed your lips, "you forget a word," he reminded you.

You looked into his eyes and said, "please, sir?"

He smirked and easily lifted your body by your waist like you were just a piece of paper.

He put you down until your feet touched the floor and kissed you again.

Your hands went to unbutton his shirt one by one and once it was off, you impatiently touched every inch of his bare skin.

You broke the kiss, then went kneeling in front of him.

Your hands tugged at the waistband of his slacks and began to unbuckle his belt in a painstakingly slow motion, like the tension in the room wasn't enough.

You pulled his throbbing cock out of his underwear and gently stroked it, smearing the precum leaking out of its tip with your thumb.

"Sir?" You called.

Jeongin held your jaw and rubbed your cheek with his thumb, "yeah?"

"Can I?"

This, he fantasized about you kneeling in front of him and looked up at him with your innocent eyes filled with needs, and said the word again, "please, sir?"

"If you ask nicely like that then how can I say no?" He responded.

You giggled at his words and opened your mouth to take his length inside you. Little by little, licking the tip, the underside, and teasing his slit in kitten licks.

You took his hand and tangled it in your hair, allowing him to use you as he, please.

Then you took his length in your mouth again but this time, Jeongin pushed your head down until his whole cock buried inside you and your nose met his pubic bone.

He kept you that way for a few seconds then let you go.

"You're so big, sir," you gasped as a string of saliva dribbled down your chin. But it was your exciting smile that provoked him.

"But you seem to enjoy it," he said.

You nodded and without complaint, took him in your mouth again. He guided you with his hand tangled in your hair and rubbed your jaw once in a while because he sensed the struggle as your jaws tensed around him.

He stopped you as you tried to go again and helped you get up from the floor, "that's enough," he softly said to you.

He sat on the end of the bed and sat you on his lap with your back against his chest.

His hands traced the sides of your body and you turned your head to meet his, capturing his lips for kisses again.

He kneaded your breasts through the fabric and cupped them with his big hands.

Then all of a sudden, he ripped your blouse sending the pearl buttons scattered down the floor while you gasped in surprise.

This was a part of his fantasy, how he got the urge to rip it whenever he saw this white blouse on you. He slid it down your arms and tossed it away.

"I've always wanted to do that," he said against your lips.

You softly smiled at him and led his hands to cup your breasts, because of how much you like seeing his big hands on you. This was purely out of your selfish fantasy.

"I like your big hands so much," you breathlessly said.

"Yeah?"

You nodded, "I like seeing these big hands on me," you admitted.

Jeongin moved one hand to put around your neck, "how about this?"

He gently tightened his fingers around your neck just enough to earn a yelp from you.

"Yes, I like that too," you eagerly nodded.

He tipped your head to the side so he could kiss your neck and sucked on the skin hard enough to leave a mark there.

"Sir," you gasped when you felt his teeth sink into the skin and gripped his hand.

You jolted on his lap as he bit the skin hard enough and he quickly let go, licking the skin after to soothe the pain.

"Get up!" He ordered.

You complied and got up from his lap.

With his hands on your waist, he slowly turned you around to face him.

He slipped his hand inside the slit of your skirt and lifted it, "You're so beautiful," he sighed with so much lust.

"Thank you, sir," you responded.

His hands went around behind you to pull down the zipper of your skirt, then pulled it down your legs.

He hissed as the piece of clothing fell off of you and revealed the garter you wore underneath along with the black stocking.

"Very, very beautiful," he said again in awe with his hands running up and down your thighs.

Jeongin couldn't stop thinking of you wearing it after that day he saw you wearing it in the office. Also, he couldn't do what he wanted to do at that time because he was in the middle of work.

He lifted your leg and put it next to his thigh as he did before, kissing your inner thigh and inched closer to your heating core.

He withdrew to look up at you and put your hands on his shoulders, "hold on to me," he commanded.

"Yes, sir," you replied.

He sank his mouth on your clothed core and continued tracing your cunt through the fabric until your underwear was damp with his saliva.

You moaned and gripped his shoulders in response, arching your back and fucking his mouth.

He kneaded the flesh on the back of your thighs and your ass cheeks.

He slipped his hands under the thin strap of your underwear, then pulled at it until it snapped open, making you gasp between your moans.

He was more than happy to get it out of the way, he licked his lips before sinking his mouth on your glistening wet cunt and savored it like he was hungry for it.

He knew you were getting tired from standing on one foot, he took his mouth off and lay down on the bed, "Come sit on me!"

You hesitated at first as you stood there looking at him laying on the bed.

"Did I fucking stutter?" He sternly said.

You climbed onto the bed and hovered above him, positioning yourself on top of him with his hands guiding you.

Then carefully lowering yourself until your cunt met his plush lips, you moaned at the delightful feeling.

"Oh my God," you breathlessly said.

He was so good at it. Yes, he never dated before but he knows how to please a woman and he was more than excited to hear the beautiful noises you make as he went down on you.

You put your hand in his hair and softly tugged at it when the pleasure became unbearable.

"Sir, I'm so close," your voice hoarse from continuously moaning.

That didn't stop Jeongin from using his tongue and pressing your clit with his nose altogether to reach your high that your legs quivered around his head.

You hurriedly got off of him and toppled to the side as you relished the orgasm washing over you.

Your eyes screwed shut and your mouth hung open, pressing your thighs together on his bed. Jeongin took off the remaining piece of clothing on him and climbed back onto the bed, crawled over to you to kiss you on the mouth, and let you have a taste of your own arousal.

He took off your bra without you noticing and put it aside, he had been wondering how it would feel to fuck your breasts.

He sat on your stomach but did not put his weight on you, "I want to fuck you all over," he said.

You nodded even though your head was clouded in pleasure.

Both hands grabbed your breasts and knead them, pinching the nipples like they weren't hard enough.

He spat on your chest and his saliva felt warm on your skin, he scooted closer to smear it all over the skin.

You helped him by pushing your breasts to the middle and clamping his cock in between.

Jeongin held on to the headboard of the bed to start sliding his cock between your breasts.

"Fuck," he cursed.

He shoved his thumb into your mouth and you wrapped your lips around then sucked on it.

"There's no part of you that I don't like," he said, partly in frustration and the rest was in wonder.

He twirled his thumb around your tongue, then circled it around your nipples. He did that a few times over while fucking your tits.

He stopped trusting and got off from you, "turn over!" He commanded next.

You complied but instead of laying down, he made you kneel in front of him and he held you close.

"What is it with you that makes me so impatient?" He said to your ear.

You couldn't answer so you responded with a soft giggle.

"Gosh, you're adorable too," he said while pinching your nipples.

His swollen member protruded the back of your thighs and you arched your back at the anticipation of it, aching to be filled.

"So eager are we?" He asked.

He put your hands on the headboard of the bed for support then shifted his focus back on entering you.

He grabbed one side of your waist to keep you still, "You're so tight, oh, fuck," he groaned and whimpered or a mix of the two the whole time he pushed his length inside you.

He sighed as he fully bottomed out and took a moment to calm himself down, kissing your neck and gently rubbing your clit for a while.

"I haven't moved yet you clenched around me already," he said.

"You feel so good inside me, sir," you shamelessly admitted, you never fully adjusted to his size yet it always surprised you how you always take him well.

Once he began moving, Jeongin couldn't control himself and got lost in the pleasure, of being buried deep inside you and tightly wrapped in your velvety walls.

He buried his head in your neck while his hands wrapped around you as his hips went at a restless pace at the approaching high.

Your moans went louder as he picked up the pace and went out of rhythm, sloppy then it exploded.

He clawed your thighs and sank his mouth on your shoulder as he stilled inside you, emptying his load inside you.

He angled your head to place a slobbering kiss on you and let go with a gasp, "You're so perfect," he praised.

He took your hands and clasped them with his, putting them around your body.

"So perfect for me!" He said again, making you smile against his lips.

It was when he held you close as you were asleep that Jeongin realized he wanted this.

He wanted you.

He wanted you and all those things you've done for him, in particular, offering your comfort without him asking for it because of how much you understood him. And what you said was true, he didn't have to go through everything by himself, and with as much trust as he put on you, you were the only one, the only right one to be the person he shared everything with.

Jeongin didn't sleep a wink, afraid that you would leave him like you usually did.

You were startled to see him awake and standing by the doorway as he caught you waking up, and scrambled to find anything to wear.

Then you realized you couldn't possibly wear your ripped blouse anymore.

Jeongin brought you one of his white shirts and instead of handing it to you, he sat in front of you on the bed then helped you put the shirt on you, and buttoned the shirt enough to cover your body.

You looked just as beautiful, barefaced with your hair tousled and draped around your shoulder.

He put away the strands of hair from covering your face and put them behind your ear.

"I'm sorry I overstayed," you said.

He saw that you put up your guard high again, you probably thought that he would tell you to leave again.

He said the opposite instead, "stay with me!"

You blinked your eyes a few times at him, thinking that you were still sleeping and it was a dream. You rubbed your eyes and pushed the sleep away.

"Pardon?"

Jeongin knew that once the words were out, there was no way going back from it.

"Stay with me," he boldly said again.

After a moment, you finally processed his words, "why didn't you say anything about it?" You asked.

"That you knew," you finished.

Jeongin reorganized his thoughts in his head to come up with the best answer, "I tried a few times then I found out that what you wrote is of Hyunjin," he answered.

You put your knees up and rested your back against the headboard, "Yes they are of Hyunjin but you are the one who made all that came true," you said.

You took a deep breath before continuing, "And I did like Hyunjin,"

"Did?" Jeongin was afraid of mishearing your words.

You put your hands on your knees, "I had a change of heart," you sincerely admitted and looked shyly at him.

Jeongin couldn't mask his happiness because he knew he was the one who caused it but there was one problem left.

"I never feel this before," he confessed, taking your hand in his.

"I don't know much about this feeling but I want to be with you. I want you to stay with me," he said then kissed your knuckles.

You stared into his eyes and saw how they crinkled with so much affection in them.

"You make me lose it, drives me crazy but most of the time, you make me happy," he muttered.

You softly laughed at his remark and nodded as a confirmation that you listened to every word he said.

"Would you stay with me?" He asked, intensely gazing at you in anticipation of your answer.

You got quiet for a while and intertwined your hand with his.

"Only if you promise that you'll never push me away again," you replied.

He kissed the inside of your hand, "I promise," he said.

"Okay," you nodded.

"Okay," he repeated your word.

You smiled with your eyes closed and he brought his face close to kiss that smile. Jeongin couldn’t stop smiling, his heart swell with so much affection. He caressed your cheek and still couldn’t believe that you will stay with him, he could only hope you will stay forever.

"Breakfast?" he asked.

His offer reminded you of how starving you were, "yes, please,"

He got off the bed first then helped you after and you walked so slow behind him, "what's wrong?"

"I'm not wearing underwear," you meekly said.

Jeongin remembered that not only your blouse, but he also ripped your underwear last night. He shot you an apologetic smile.

"Well, you walked around the office without underwear on before," he said with an eyebrow raised.

You grimaced at the reminder and nodded.

He smiled looking at you defeated like that, he pulled you close and kissed your lips, slipped his hand under your shirt to cup your ass.

"I'll be having you again after breakfast," he said after letting go of the kiss.

He kissed you again with so much contentment in his heart because he had just made another wildest fantasy come true.

Or it was no longer a fantasy to have his feelings reciprocated by you.

"Hey, beautiful!" Hyunjin said as she saw you walking in to the office.

Even though you weren't working in the same office, you were still working in the same building.

"Hey, gorgeous man!" You said back.

He grabbed your hand and spontaneously gave you a twirl, making the hem of your dress sway, "I'm such a fool," he sighed in resentment.

You laughed and lightly hit his chest, "stop it!"

"Oh, I have to hurry. I have a dinner with my parents," he said as he nervously glanced at his wristwatch.

"Send my regards to your parents," you said.

He scoffed, "you mean your parents-in-law?"

You playfully punched his chest a little harder this time, "I told you to stop it!"

He yelped then laughed, "I'm joking, okay?"

"I really have to go. I have to stop to buy flowers," he said again.

"Okay then, be careful!" You said.

Hyunjin grabbed your hand and pulled you close to sneak a quick kiss on your cheek.

"Don't tell Jeongin I did that," he said while smiling with giddiness, then ran for the elevator.

You laughed while shaking your head and waved bye at him.

Jeongin always stayed past his working hours, if not waiting for you then he buried himself in work as usual.

You almost knocked on his office door out of habit then laughed it off as you let yourself in.

"Jeongin?" You called because you didn't see him behind his desk.

He came up behind you, then ferociously kissed your neck and shoulder.

"I recognize your footsteps so well," he said.

He took your hand and led you to the sofa, not letting you sit anywhere but his lap.

"How's your day?" He asked.

"Long and boring," you shortly replied.

"Then you should be back working for me. I bet I can make your day not 'long and boring'," he teased.

"Uhm... tempting," you exclaimed.

"How's your day?" You asked back.

He held the side of your face, then kissed you, "a whole lot better now," he replied.

He touched the soft fabric of your dress, "I like this," he commented.

But his hand went to the skin on your thigh, "so soft," he said.

You giggled at his words while putting a hand around his neck.

He didn't hesitate to inch his hand closer to your clothed core, except that he found it bare.

He shot you a death stare.

"I have another wild fantasy," you said with a sly smile.

His eyebrows shot up in curiosity, "yeah?"

You brought your mouth close to his ear and told him everything you wanted him to do with you while he listened intently to every word you said.

An hour later, he got you pinned against the glass window of his office, your breasts spilled out of your dress, and the dress hunched up around your waist.

Jeongin gripped your waist as he thrust as hard and as deep into you from behind, "Isn't this what you want?" He asked.

"You want everyone to see how hard I'm fucking you, mmh?" He gently bit your earlobe then let it go.

You smiled at his words and answered, "yes,"

"Yes, what?" He pulled your hair just enough to force you to look at him.

"Yes, sir," you answered correctly.

He hastily kissed you, "that's my good girl," he praised.

He continued thrusting into you again and your sweaty palms slid down the glass.

"Just a little bit more, sweet baby," he cooed at you, getting so close to both of your releases.

You searched for each other's mouths and finally met in a rapturous kiss.

He held you close as with the last thrust, you both cum around each other.

"My sweet, sweet baby," he cooed at you, tenderly kissing your lips even though they were sloppy.

Then all of a sudden he landed a slap on your ass, "that's for not wearing any underwear,"

He slapped your ass again, "from now on, you are allowed to not wear underwear only when I'm around you," he warned you.

His hand moved to the front and cupped your drenched cunt, "this sweet little pussy is mine," he claimed.

You took his free hand and put it on your breast, "how about these? Can I go without a bra?"

He shook his head and hurriedly went to cup your breasts in his hands, "these are also mine," he said.

"All of you are mine," he corrected.

You smiled because he sounded so possessive yet so adorable while at it.

"Am I deaf or are you not answering me?" He asked.

You turned around to face him and responded, "yes, sir!"

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Visiting Munich & Die Anstalt

8th October - 10th October 2023

A very, very long story about my first ever visit to Munich to see my favourite satire show Die Anstalt. Features long walks through the city, museum visits, Schloss Nymphenburg and its huge garden and a tale about being in the show's audience and meeting Claus. Many photos included. Bonus anxiety and Deutsche Bahn content. The text was written while I was still in Munich or on my way home.

Saturday, 7th Oct 2023: Packing and Heart Attacks

To say that I've been looking forward to going to Munich doesn't quite cut it. When I was still in school years ago, I used to joke that I'd move to Munich, just because it was so far away. I've actually never visited or even passed by - until today. And now the city feels just a bit more special because of the reason for my visit: I'm going to be in the live audience of one of my favourite satire shows, Die Anstalt. But that will be tomorrow. Before I can tell anything about today, I should probably mention what was going on yesterday, though.

Yesterday I posted a drawing of one of the hosts of Die Anstalt, Claus von Wagner. I was really nervous about it because I thought it's not good enough or maybe I'm really bothering him. On top of that I wrote quite a heartfelt caption and was anxious about that the whole time. Good thing I finished all important tasks before posting, because afterwards I was too nervous about everything: The drawing, the journey, the unknown city and of course going to the show. I barely started packing my bag and didn't eat for the whole day when I suddenly got a notification about a new message.

Needless to say my heart dropped and I actually didn't know what to do and sat down on the carpet. And yes, he shared my story and cheekily attached a little timer until the next show. I temporarily forgot how selecting emotions works and felt everything at once. N and I then later discussed why there was no like on the actual post (there wasn't one the last time either), when suddenly he also liked the post half an hour after he shared the story. I didn't care that this whole thing had only a handful of notes, he liked it and that's all the joy I needed.

Sunday, 8th Oct 2023: First Time In Munich

Unfortunately I had a bit too many emotions and it all got quite late - so it was difficult for me to actually wake up today morning. It definitely got better when I was greeted by Claus' very dorky "go vote" Instagram post. Later I discovered that he deleted yesterday's story in favour of election day. Hm, interesting. But I guess it's valid considering the important and serious topic of today's election in Hessen and Bayern.

The train journey started with buckets of rain, my new cleaned & repaired backpack and actually no problems at all until I got into the actual train to Munich. It turned out that seating reservations being displayed in the train was optional today. So I tried to be a decent person and just let the happy couple sit on my seat and went to find another seemingly unoccupied seat next to some guy. Unfortunately it later turned out to be occupied - so I had to go and get my own reserved seat. The train was very full so the strategy of sitting down somewhere else didn't work out anymore. I had a rather unfortunate conversation with the woman in my seat and felt quite bad afterwards. On the plus side, I had dug out an one hour long talk about childhood books with Claus yesterday and so I had the best time listening to this in the train. He's very nerdy and lovely and it was so entertaining to hear about his childhood adventures, teachers, hometown and about how he reads books occasionally with a Merkel voice to his daughter.

When the train finally arrived in München Hauptbahnhof it was an odd feeling to step outside. Like it has been a long time coming until I would finally arrive here. My first impression of Munich wasn't the best. The train station looked old and was being renovated. I stepped outside to look for the vegan restaurant I had saved in my plans, only to get lost in a rather spooky part of town and stand in front of closed doors. So I decided since it was already almost 2pm that I could go and check into the hostel nearby. That proved no problem and I relaxed for a bit in a rather nice five-bed room with a window into the inner courtyard. Knowing that it's not that easy to find food in Germany on Sundays, I ate some of the food I brought with me and then set out for a walk.

First I went to the old botanical garden, which was quite small, crowded with a group of cyclists and police with dogs and overall not very nice. Then I saw the first interesting building that turned out to be Landgericht München. From there I walked into the direction of the obelisk of king Ludwig I. I had an one-euro-ticket for the Alte Pinakothek, an art museum, so that's where I went. Somehow they are very strict there. No jacket, no hand bag, wear your bracelet and don't dare coming close to the paintings (which are already protected by glass). So I got stopped by a guard at some point, which has never happened to me before. Oops. But on the plus side I saw some cool art, for example the self portrait of Dürer, some cool Dutch portraiture, Manet, a little bit of Caspar David Friedrich (though Hamburg has a much bigger collection) and even the old friend Canaletto, whose paintings are always so recognisable, was there. Also they had quite some stuff by Rubens, Delacroix and even a few paintings by Van Gogh.

I didn't spend a lot of time there though and started walking into the direction of Odeonsplatz. Partly because there is the garden of the Residenz palace, but also because there has been this huge demonstration on the 4th October where both Max and Claus participated. I thought it would be fun to visit the place that I've seen many photos and videos of. Upon arrival I immediately understood how 35.000 people fit there - it's massive. The gardens nearby were small but beautiful, with a round Diana Temple in the middle. A lovely lady played the violin in there and gave the garden such a peaceful vibe.

Where to go next? I decided to visit the park near the Maximilianeum, where the Bavarian parliament is situated. So I walked past the huge impressive building of the Bayerische Staatskanzlei with it's huge wings of glass. Then I walked past two impressive buildings belonging to the government of Oberbayern and the museum of five continents towards a bridge over the river Isar. Unlike rivers in north Germany this one is very clear, which is probably because its proximity to the mountains the rocky ground.

The Maximilianeum is a big round building just by the river and I felt more and more as if Bavaria is truly its own little country because of all these monumental buildings. The park was very lovely, but I couldn't explore it fully because it was getting late and my feet were starting to protest along with my shoulders. So I turned around to cross the river at the Friedensengel statue and go back into the direction of Odeonsplatz. On my way I passed by more museums and theatres until I arrived at the tiny park behind the Staatskanzlei and crossed the palace garden again.

At the Odeonsplatz I took a turn into the Theatinerstraße. Suddenly there were many people. It's the center of Munich with fancy restaurants, bars and shops. I walked past the famous Frauenkirche and into the direction of Karlsplatz. Looking at all the people eating and drinking outside in the restaurants I realised I had almost no food at the hostel. So I looked for an affordable place where I could get something quickly and ended up eating a bit of noodles with tofu and veggies at the Karlsplatz. From there it was thankfully only a short trip back to the hostel, during which I listened to a voice message from my school friend Christina (the one I visited in Halle two weeks ago) who wished me lots of fun at Die Anstalt tomorrow.

At the hostel I was greeted by the most annoying shower ever (it turns itself off after ten seconds each time) and fell into bed. The other women in the room weren't very talkative and warned me that they'd get up at 4:30am and 6am respectively. Amazing then, I thought, and fell asleep like a stone at around 10pm. That was a good idea, because the night was loud and restless, but I slept through most of it and woke up in the morning refreshed and ready to go.

Monday, 9th Oct 2023: Palaces and Recreation

Today I woke up at around seven and stayed in bed comfortably until my roommates were done with everything. I got myself ready, ate the last of the food I brought with me and headed out to Schloss Nymphenburg via Tram line 17. It was easy to find and the tram took me right to the palace. Now I've seen some cool palaces in Vienna and London, but this one is truly impressive. It's so wide and the road leading up to it has a canal with huge fishes and some ducks. It's a white building with two huge wings, each of them with a clock tower.

Inside it was a bit awkward at first because there weren't many visitors at half past nine on a monday morning, and it felt like there were more security guards than visitors. The very first room is immediately the most breathtaking: a huge hall with the most beautiful ceiling and so many ornaments on the walls. The sense of wonder I felt while looking at all the extravagance was constantly accompanied by uneasiness. The amount of wealth needed to build this exceeds my imagination.

How could anyone live in such a house? How were the people like who lived in such circumstances? How many people had to be exploited to achieve this kind of wealth? I think it's very useful to keep these magnificent places for future generations to enjoy and maybe use for some art and culture but that doesn't mean their existence sits entirely right with me.

The part of the palace that is publicly open is thankfully not as huge as the palace itself. So after a short while I walked out into the gardens. And if the interior was impressive, the accompanying park is what truly made my day. It is so huge that you can forget you are in a city at all. Its size and the forest and field part reminded me a lot of Hampstead Heath in London, but the massive canal with the fountains in the middle is definitely more like the gardens I saw in Vienna, just even bigger.

The fun thing about this park is that it's publicly accessible, so people go on walks in groups or go for a run alone, go birdwatching or take their dog out. If you have a ticket like me though, you are allowed into the smaller buildings in the park. As if the massive main palace wasn't big enough, they also had smaller little summer houses there. The first I visited was inspired by Chinese art and adorned with porcelain tiles.

Then I walked past cascading waterfalls over a bridge to the temple of Apollo, which is set so beautifully at the pond among the trees. Honestly, the whole time I wished I had a horse to ride around in the park since that is clearly what it was meant for. I walked past a beautiful little fountain with a statue of Pan towards the Badenburg. This little house had a huge swimming pool inside that you can look at from a gallery, absolutely insane. I can't imagine how all of this was like when it was still used as it was intended. From there I saw the garden of the little princes with a hut that looks as if it will grow chicken's feet any minute and turn around.

One of the highlights came in the end: The Marstallmuseum with the carriages, sleighs and everything else that belonged to the royal mews, including two taxidermied horses. I've never seen so many carriages of such colossal and eye-wateringly extravagant quality in one place and I'm wondering how anyone would drive around in these at all. The sleighs looked more like pieces of art than vehicles and the saddles and bits were all so ornamented and beautiful. As a horse-girl I'd be scared to ride on one of these. But please send me my fave horsey Püppi for a turn in the park, thank you.

When the visit was over it was already half past twelve and I was starving. So I went back to the center and got lost in the absolute maze of the U-Bahn underneath the central station until I finally found the right one that took me two stations further to a vegan Döner place, where I had some lasagna. A good opportunity to buy some groceries (and getting lost once again, I have a talent) before going back to the hostel because my feet were killing me.

Overall I'm starting to get the appeal of this city. I'm sure there are many beautiful places to visit here. I like it much more than Berlin so far and I think if I stayed longer I'd get to know many more cool areas. Too bad that this doesn't matter much, because Munich is the most expensive German city. It's near impossible to find anything here even if you wanted to. Looking at how adventurous it is to get a place in Berlin or Hamburg already… no. But I'd definitely love to visit more often to get to know the place better. Now I'm resting in the hostel and slowly getting very nervous becaur it's almost Monday evening. The Monday evening of all evenings I've waited for during these last five months. It's time to visit Die Anstalt.

Monday, 9th Oct 2023: Die Anstalt

I didn't get too much rest because at around half past four the levels of anxiety had risen to such amounts that I jumped up and went for a very short and hectic walk. Then it was already time to get myself ready. I hid the three fancy chocolate bars I had brought from my university town in my handbag inside a black piece of fabric. This way nobody would see them when checking my bag. I didn't believe I would have the opportunity to hand out any chocolate to anyone, but I'll be damned not to try. Since I already can't bring cake to the studio. (There is a very old interview with Claus in which he talks about loving all kinds of cake "If there was cake on the table right now I'd be eating it and I wouldn't be talking to you. Where is the cake? Cake!") Then it was time to leave for the U-Bahn line 1. I was so nervous that even hours after everything would hurt from being tensed up. At some point I had to change to Tram line 25 in the direction of Grünwald, where the Bavaria Film Studios are situated. As expected, it's a rather fancy part of town with big houses and neat gardens. When we arrived at the studios, there were some more visitors heading in the same direction and I had a short talk with two people who also didn't quite know where to go. Thankfully the Anstalt team had set up signs with arrows leading us around the entire fenced off area to the very back. There some friendly people greeted us and directed us to the right building - studio six which I already knew the look of from several past episodes.

And we were not alone! Already a crowd had assembled outside the entrance tent. I didn't linger outside, although I saw today's guests, the duo Das Geld liegt auf der Fensterbank, Marie standing there. Instead I went inside to the queue that was very small still. I left my coat at the cloakroom they set up there and now it was time to wait a bit. After a while a big guy with a grey beard, who actually reminded me of someone I've seen at Die Anstalt, humorously asked us who was here for the first time and explained to leave all jackets here because it's warm inside and to use the restrooms now because there are none in the studio. Then he said, "Alright, let me check if Max and Claus are ready and then we can start." Shortly after we had a security check and were let inside.

The studio looked smaller and bigger than on TV at the same time. There were some chairs, but they were all reserved for special guests, as was the 2nd row behind us. So the two couples who queued next to me sat on both of my sides. The woman to my left quickly started a conversation with me about the show and her daughter who studies something like graphic 3D design and about all sorts of things. We figured out that she and her husband had been watching the show for many years and she was surprised I only started this year - and still seemed to know about all the lore. She even remembered the interview of Claus when he went hiking in the mountains with some guy - an interview I know exists but could never listen to because it's no longer online. We got excited about the little details on the set with a living room area, a court room and - of course! - a whiteboard hidden in the left corner. The reserved seats were filled in the last moment by late arrivals and by people from the back - and then it all started.

The following part I translated, because I wrote it down the same evening in German:

Claus was the first to enter the stage before everything started. He appeared to greet us and to raise our mood a bit. He did... not look too amazing - and that was on purpose. Today he was, as the woman next to me said later, a slimy AfD-politician in a bad suit and with a horrible hair style. But he was there and it was really him. It felt surreal to suddenly see him talking and gesturing, making jokes just in front of me. The same voice, the same smile. I was fascinated by the very fact he was suddenly at the same place as me and cursed the TV-cameras that sometimes obscured our view.

He started asking about who came from Munich and who ("that's the more interesting question!") came from the furthest place. Someone actually travelled all the way from Schleswig-Holstein and they got well-deserved applause. Then he started retelling the old joke about Munich being too clean and the Rats visiting the P1 instead. And the story about the parcel shop he already told at the demonstration. Apparently the joke ended with "Please nobody tell him about Deutsche Bahn, or they will want to overthrow the country." Suddenly Max appeared to a lot of applause - because he wore a Greek philosopher costume with a ridiculous wig and beard today and made us guess what it meant. Correct - it was an allegory for Democracy. He also retold his joke from the Demonstration about why not housing refugees in the palaces and private jets of the rich.

They were telling us about how the show would go. There would be two cuts ("Then we have a bit more time to change. We used to be live-live before the pandemic and only had one minute. That was a battle backstage, believe me. And since some of us are already a bit older...", Claus said, leaning on Max and grinning.) Claus also urged us to turn off our phones, not just mute them "but really truly turning them off". Of course I did that, too. And the people in front of the court practiced to get up when the judge would arrive and were praised for their services. In the end they started to introduce the guests. Das Geld liegt auf der Fensterbank, Marie (a duo "The money is on the windowsill, Marie") who had a long dialogue what annoyed him about her (so she can do it more often in the future). They also introduced Judith Richter ("We didn't just invite her because of her name!" Richter meaning judge in German) and Matthias Renger, who was there for the first time. At some point later Max said something about Claus' dance moves being horrible. Of course the dancer in question had to demonstrate a few moves, which was hillarious.

Then they prepared to start filming the episode. Everyone settled in the living room set and Claus held this stereotypical slate for all the cameras ("The director makes me do that every time and it never works out so well... That's unsettling to have all these cameras on me at once") and talked to the director . And then the scene started. Claus played the right wing AfD-politician Maximilian Krah, an absolute asshole. A disgusting guy who keeps hitting on everyone around him and lounges on the sofa like he owns the entire country. And drinks champagne. And hits Max straight into the eye. I really flinched, because the loud hitting sound effect and the sudden motion surprised me. Also that's not something you would ever expect from Claus.

Both of them are great actors. Neither of them read their text from the screens or had a problem remembering something. Claus was being brilliantly horrible in his role. I don't think I've ever seen him act like a complete villain in this way, it was unsettling. During the scene at the court he constantly kept making suggestive comments to the judge and it was sometimes difficult to look at all of this. Please stop talking man, who are you, this is all horrible and I didn't think I'd have to hear such words from your mouth!

Then he played the overtired Robert Habeck, first falling asleep on the sofa and then kneeling on the carpet with toy bricks. Did someone conceptualise this episode just so I'm alternating between staring, laughing and not being able to look at all of this? In the end they even had a whiteboard scene (of which I sadly didn't see much bc of the damn camera being in my way). There were two breaks indeed for poor Max to change his costume. He played Merz in one of the court scenes and it's so funny how he can resemble him and imitate all of his mannerisms and the voice so well. In the longer break they showed an excerpt from 2016 in which the AfD was a rather unpleasant and murderous baby in its crib. In the end they called on the audience to sign an online petition about making the Federal Institutional Court review a legal ban of the AfD. And then the episode was already over: "Das war die Anstalt!"

Claus immediately tried messing up his horrible hairstyle as if he really didn't want to resemble that despicable AfD-politician in the slightest. But that wasn't the end of the story. First they bowed and had to come out two more times because we didn't stop clapping and cheering. And then a few apprehensive minutes passed. Would they come out once more? And there they were, both of them. And Max even walked straight up to us with a determined face. He was looking for friends and family in the second row behind us. He did not care much for anyone else, and it appeared he was somehow looking for his daughter? This is how I got to see Max up close, but not talk to him. Therefore I couldn't give him the chocolate. But over there, on the stage, there was Claus. And I knew I had to go there right now, otherwise he may disappear and I won't sleep in peace for the next few months. So I parted with my seat neighbours and shyly went up to the stage. At first he was talking to a woman and then it was time for him to join the others for a group photo on the sofa. That was a whole show by itself. He sat on the backrest and firstly made funny and happy faces, then tried being serious and in the end attempted his most seductive look. That wasn't enough, because he leaned forward too much at some point that he slipped down onto the seat behind the others. Everyone started laughing as he had to get back up on his feet again. Sometimes he's really like a little kid. Some of the visitors were actually taking photos with their phones and then disappeared. So after the photo most of the audience had already gone.

But as the photo opportunity was over, Claus got up and walked to the left of the stage towards the backstage exit. I was scared that he would disappear in front of my eyes. But a woman came to the rescue and asked him for a photo. I just stood nearby and listened to the conversation about the show and about the AfD. They were discussing whether the courts could really be filled with right-wing judges and they also talked about the ban of NPD not working out years ago.

It was fascinating to listen to this, because of how knowledgeable he is and how he considers several view points in his arguments. About some things he admitted not knowing enough and needing to read about it first. He is a little waterfall, but so smart and thoughtful and also attentive to what the other person says. I was content to watch the conversation unfold in front of me and took in all the little details with his whole behaviour, intonation and gestures all being just as I know them from watching way too many videos. The biggest difference was how he looked like: He seemed smaller, more fragile and very tired. And still he was engaged in the conversation even more than this woman, despite looking like he needed a whole bar of chocolate and at least three days of sleep.

Then the producer made an announcement and asked all of us to be quiet because Max had to repeat a sentence which he somehow didn't say entirely correctly during the show. The three of us stood there together and Claus told us conspirationally "Ah yes, Herr Uthoff forgot his text again... happens all the time. And now this is particularly tricky because he has to repeat it with everyone looking at him." Max confidently repeated the short passage and Claus resumed his conversation with that woman. At some point I also chipped in, despite being really nervous about it. I said something about how satire shows seemingly unite to save our democracy at the moment with the ZDF Magazin Royale just having released two episodes about right wing extremists at the Frankfurt police.

It was really odd to suddenly have him looking me straight into the eyes. What do you mean he sees me and hears me and replies to what I said? Suddenly grammar and vocabulary were very abstract concepts. I have a general difficulty with looking into people's eyes, it is usually very challenging for me, but I really wanted to try. I knew how lucky I was to get to talk to him at all. Eventually the woman left and an older couple approached. The woman asked for a photo, but I offered to take a picture with both of them together with Claus which they gladly accepted and were really happy about it. They did not stay to talk for long and suddenly they also disappeared.

Now it was my turn to say something. I was very glad to have a reason at least. "Excuse me, may I also bother you for a few seconds? I brought something for you if that is ok." He had already kind of turned to go but agreed, "Oh, yes sure." So I got all three chocolate bars from my handbag and gave them to him. He thanked me and I remarked somehow that these are greetings from Sachsen. He was happy that there was some representation from Sachsen and assured me it is still valid, although I'm not actually from there. Then it dawned on him that all three bars are probably not for him and asked to whom else to give them. I said he can decide himself how he wants to distribute them. In response he cheekily hid two of the chocolates behind his back and joked that these will be for him only. I laughed and said that my friend (it was N!) had suggested to give all three of them to him, and he liked that idea very much. During the whole conversation he kept on shuffling them in his hands, a bit as if they were playing cards. Then he said more seriously that they will make up the main stash of sweets in the writers' room when conceptualising the next episode. I told him that I would have brought cake instead of chocolate if that was possible. The reaction to this statement was priceless. In this short moment I could see confusion about why suddenly cake is mentioned, then recognition that yes, it's something he likes indeed and again confusion about whether and how I could know this. He stammered something about "Ah yes, cake... yes, yes indeed", before he told me that Max apparently often brings all sorts of things to the writers room "but sadly not cake". Poor man, I would have brought an entire baking sheet of cake for him.

I asked him afterwards if I may have a photo together and he immediately agreed. So I reached for my phone and realised it was still turned off! "Oh no, sorry! I listened to what you said and turned off my phone!" He laughed and pretended to be incredulous, "Someone listens to what I say?" I don't know what hit me, but I managed to look him in the eyes and reply in the same joking manner "Yes, of course! I always listen to what you say." "And now we have to wait for three long minutes until it finally turns on again," he quipped with a smirk. Some guy who had joined us in the meantime, saw his opportunity and said "Ah well, then I could quickly ask you something in the meantime!" Claus agreed and they started a conversation about whether forbidding the AfD is really the solution to the problem or rather suppressing the causes or making it worse. In the meantime my phone had turned on again and I just listened to their conversation.

Suddenly a woman called Claus in an impatient tone. Fair enough, around us the technicians and helpers were already taking away chairs and diassembling the equipment. Claus shouted back, "Sorry, sorry! We are still talking. It's my fault, I have been talking way too much again!" The conversation somehow shifted to his (right now nonexistent) solo tours and he said that he is in fact planning to do one. I immediately chipped in, "Oh really? I would love you to go on a solo tour, please!" He said that he actually likes being on the theatre stage much more than "down here" but he hasn't managed to write a program because of family, health and because he writes eight shows for Die Anstalt each year ("And I really write a lot for them!"). I reassured him that a solo tour would be amazing and that I would definitely come to see him. He thanked me and remembered that actually many people have said the same and he really plans on making it happen "before 2025".

The guy wanted to to take his leave and Claus already wanted to say bye, too ("Otherwise I will collapse soon"). But I stood there with wide eyes and my phone and panicked a bit and shyly started "Oh, and the-?" And he remembered about the photo, "Ah yes, of course." That guy offered to take the photo but I said no thanks, I'll manage. And then joked a bit about "at least, if my hands aren't shaking too much", which was true, I was really a bit shaky. But Claus immediately replied "Oh no, it's alright. My hands have been shaky earlier, too." I managed to take a photo and thanked him profusely, also for liking my post. I didn't specify which post, but he understood right away and realisation hit him: "Ohhh, so that was you with the drawing?" "Yes, that's me who has recently been bothering you with drawings on Instagram." "Thank you so much for the drawing. It's great! I wish I could draw, too!" And then it was really time for him to go and we said goodbye. I turned around and realised, that I was pretty much the only crazy person left in the studio and quickly went outside to fetch my coat.

On my way back to the hostel I was still so full of adrenaline and my hands were still shaking. Everything was too much for me and I could not calm down until late at night at around 2am. Not only did I witness the show live, but I also had the huge luck to have met Claus. That I got to look him in the eyes and talk to him is more than I expected. And he even got the chocolate! Psst! I don't mind, you can eat all three of them. I won't tell, I promise. I am a bit worried and guilty about keeping him for so long and hope that the poor guy could get a lot of rest and cake and chocolate to recover. He really looked very tired, despite giving his everything for the show and for everyone who came to talk to him afterwards. I wish that I could have given him a big hug, but we are not at an EE concert where you can receive the prescribed eight hugs a day. That has never been a realistical wish anyway, and I know that very well. And it doesn't matter, because I got so much more than I dared to hope for and I am so thankful and happy.

Tuesday, 10th Oct 2023: A Final Day

Today I realised that I started to really like Munich. Maybe because it reminds me a bit of London. Not necessarily the Biergärten, but the impressive buildings, the wide roads and the wonderful parks. After three days I feel sad to leave this city behind. There are many beautiful things about Munich. In the morning I left around ten and made my way to the Münchener Stadtmuseum. First I got to see the beautiful Marienplatz with so many flowers and beautifully ornamented buildings. Then I got sidetracked a little and ended up at the famous Viktualienmarkt instead. It wasn't overcrowded in the morning and I got to eat an original Bavarian Brezel in the shade of a tree. The Viktualienmarkt has permanent stands with loads of different foods, but I also saw a plant shop and some shops selling souvenirs.

Then it was time to visit the museum. For students the entrance fee was very cheap and for the money you can enter all exhibitions, not just the permanent one. I enjoyed the chronological permanent exhibition, though I feel like the later history was missing, as they stopped with the end of second world war. Then there was an exhibition about displaced people after the war - it was just one room though and I found the one with a similar topic in Bremen much more educational. I made the mistake to go upstairs to the exhibition of puppets. That was eerie as hell and I quickly got out of there. The reason I wanted to visit in the first place was a temporary exhibition about the rise of the NS party and their mechanisms of executing power. A very interesting, but also dark and scary exhibition, especially since right wing parties are on the rise again. Parts of the exhibition also overlapped with what we learned last semester in media history.

After that I was quite happy to go outside into the sunshine again. Today was a very sunny and warm day, a perfect ending of a beautiful journey. First I got a smoothie and a banana at an overcrowded supermarket and then I made my way towards the Eisbachwelle, a permanent wave at a bridge in a huge park. Surfers are riding the wave with many spectators watching them. I kept walking to a place called the Monopteros that reminded me of the Apollo temple I'd seen yesterday. From there I had a wonderful view over the park and the city. I discovered afterwards that the Chinese tower was actually in a beer garden (of course) and slowly started to make my way back.

I passed by the house of arts with a certain golden bar and the P1 club that is famous, although not necessarily with a good name to it, just for being posh.

I went back through the palace garden and passed by the Odeonsplatz one last time. Originally I'd wanted to go and get some food right away but then I thought that maybe looking for some clothing without holes would also be a good idea (I didn't find anything, though). The veggie and rice bowl I got was really good, although a bit sour. And now it was already time to get my backpack that I left at the hostel and board the train. As I'm writing this in the train I'm happy because Claus has liked my comment under his promo post for the show airing on TV this evening. Maybe I'll still get to watch it when I come home... Thanks Munich for such a wonderful time, hopefully I'll be back soon!

#big thank you to all of you who sent good vibes and tried to calm me down here when i was nervous #if anyone at all reads even half of this: you are incredible and have nerves of steel #wrote all these details down for myself to remember everything #die anstalt 2023 #claus von wagner #munich #my concerts #(that's just the tag for my travel journals here)

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therecordchanger62279 · 1 month

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GOODBYE FACEBOOK

After 15 years on Facebook, I deleted my account yesterday. I joined originally because I was feeling isolated, and wanted to make contact with people who’d drifted out of my life, and maybe find a few new friends in the process. Although I didn’t know it at the time, that’s not the way social media works.

I didn’t make a single new friend in my 15 years on Facebook. I lost track of how many old friends I lost because of it, but the number exceeded seven. Many of those fell victim to misunderstandings that probably never would’ve happened if we’d been face-to-face with one another. (I was even forced to unfriend my twin brother because he took some of my comments on his posts the wrong way. It’s very difficult to convey humor when the person can’t look you in the eye. It doesn’t matter how many laugh emojis you attach. When I discovered he adjusted his settings so I wouldn’t see his posts, I thought I’d better unfriend him before it got out of hand. The damage has since been repaired the old-fashioned way – we talked on the phone, and through an e-mail exchange.) The others happened because this social media app allowed people to needlessly, and without provocation abuse me to satisfy some malicious drive in them to humiliate or belittle me for reasons I simply cannot fathom. It’s called trolling, but you don’t really expect trolls to be people you thought of as friends. Rather than try to repair the damage, I simply walked away. I have no time left in my life for people who clearly do not want me in theirs.

I also made the unpleasant discovery that most people are liars or phonies. They’ll pose as friends, but, in reality, you, and the things you do with your life are of no real interest to them at all. You are nothing more than part of an audience when they take center stage to tell of their lives. I often compare it to being in a large gathering of people who are all talking, and nobody is actually listening. I can’t tell you how often I was solicited to give feedback or support on some of their artistic pursuits, but after spending three years working on this blog I’m proud of, and being urged by those same people to permit them access to it because they all said they wanted to see it, I showed them my work, and nearly all of them completely ignored it. They didn’t reject it because they didn’t like what I’d done. They just never bothered to look at it. And yet, they still continued to lobby me for support and encouragement when they made new music, or wrote a new book or a play, or took up a cause.

I was that guy at a party, standing in the room in plain sight that nobody noticed; to whom nobody spoke. I figured nobody would notice or care when I left. So, I simply walked out the door, and I’m not coming back.

I haven’t even mentioned what a trainwreck the site is when it comes to how it’s managed. Understanding their community guidelines regarding posts is like walking through a Bosnian minefield. No matter how careful you are, you’re eventually going to step on one, and you get to spend some time in Facebook jail until you learn your lesson. The news feed is clogged with ads, and an endless stream of suggested pages based on all the data they’ve collected on you that makes them think they know who you are, and can therefore market their products to you, and help separate you from your money. For example, I don’t watch or follow much sports anymore except some NFL during the season. But there were always endless suggestions in my feed that I follow pages about hockey, basketball, baseball, and many more. No matter how many I blocked, they just kept coming. I’m retired, and have been married for almost 44 years. But there were plenty of ads for online senior dating websites. I guess there was money to be made if Facebook could break up my marriage. And don’t you find it creepy when you look up some product online, and suddenly there’s that same product in an ad on your Facebook news feed? Big Brother is watching you 24/7. Don’t kid yourself otherwise.

So, why did it take 15 years to decide to leave? Well, I had come to rely upon it for some news, and weather, and announcements of new products I might be interested in (music, books, etc.). It was like that relic from the past – a daily newspaper. I also told myself I ought to maintain my page so that I would have some connection to friends and family since none of them live near me, and most I haven’t seen in more than a decade. But the light finally went on, and I realized these people were ghosts. I’d surrounded myself with my past. I discovered that once you’re not a part of someone’s day-to-day life (and that includes relatives as well as friends), you never will be again. You simply don’t matter any longer. Everybody has moved on, and nobody saved you a place at the table.

Okay. I accept that. But what I found impossible to tolerate was the hypocrisy. When I hit the delete button yesterday, I felt as if a weight had been lifted. There are suddenly so many things I no longer need be concerned with, and people I can consign, once and for all, to the place they all occupy – the past. I wished them well, and some commented I should stay in touch, but I won’t bother because I know they won’t bother.

Cyberspace is the real distance between people in the 21st century. Calling the internet the “worldwide web” is the perfect name for it. Because like a fly, you can get trapped in the web, and find yourself prey to all sorts of predators, with, seemingly, no way out – until you open that door, and the web breaks, and you’re suddenly free to crawl away before you’re trapped again.

If I could go back and live in the last century, I would. But I can’t. So, I’ll just have to find a way to cope in this one. Social media wasn’t helping. I can’t tell you how grateful I am there was a delete button.

#Facebook

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theficcafe · 2 years

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𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬. - 02

↳ Genre: Angst, Fluff

↳ Pairing: college!gojo x fem!reader

↳ Warnings: unrequited love

↳ Playlist: (will link here!)

↳ Masterlist: 01 02

“And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself?”

“Aki, I don’t know how to start this email.

It’s my first time writing one (to you) after I transitioned from the traditional handwritten messages. I just found out yesterday that you haven’t been receiving the letters I have been sending—they were delivered, but scattered on the doorstep of your apartment. A kind lady had found one hidden in the bushes while she was tending to her garden, and decided to give the number a call to let me know that my letter has fallen astray.

I’ve been writing for years, Aki. Just how much have you received? Read? Written back? You wrote back to me the first six months but that was three years ago. Was that even you? Where are you, Aki? What happened? What’s happening? I am seething with anger and resentment right now. But most of all, my heart hurts.

Have you forgotten about me? I miss you terribly.

Every day's the same since you left. I sometimes wish you hadn’t, but I’d be lying if I said that if given the chance, I’ll stop you. I would never. You have a dream. Bigger than us. Bigger than you. Bigger than me. You have a dream so big it won’t fit in your tiny little heart. And because I love you, Aki, I let you go.

But I didn’t know you’d leave me.

I didn’t know that letting go meant losing you.

Write back. Or not. I love you.

Toru.”

Your mind swirled with confusion and shock as you read the last paragraph. A minute ago, you were scrolling through your SNS feed when you got an email from a person called Gojo Satoru—who you have never heard of, in your entire life. Yet here you are, completely hooked in his emotionally written letter as if this was made for you. Just how much do random email occurrences like this happen? One thing stood out, though. Aki. There could be millions of Aki out there, but one thing’s for sure—that is not your name, and not close to it at all.

The fact that he’d send this directly to someone else’s email has you perplexed; you could not wrap your head around the idea of this “Gojo” mistaking your ten-year old email made solely for game freebies for his girlfriend’s email address.

So why is this letter in your inbox?

Your alarm suddenly went off, enticing a loud shriek from you as you accidentally fell off your bed. Groaning, you sat up, checking the time. The clock read 6:36 am. Thanks, you thought, as you looked up at the ceiling. What a great wake up call!

“Just in time,” you mumbled breathlessly from the shock your alarm clock has given you, “just in time.”

“You know, if you’re just going to space out, I’m gonna have to fire you.” Your manager, Mei Mei, playfully shoved your shoulders in hopes of snapping you out of your trance. You looked at her, void of any emotion - your mind too preoccupied with a certain person called Gojo Satoru.

“Hey, Mei, do you ever get.. weird emails? From random people?” Mei Mei looked up from her phone and furrowed her eyebrows in curiosity. “What do you mean by weird emails? Like, chain messages? Of course I do! All the damn time.”

Wiping the counter as you spoke helped you clean your mind a bit. It was Friday, and you received the letter four days ago—since then, it never left your mind. From the moment you woke up, to attending classes, to clocking in for your part-time job at Koi kōhī (a small café owned by a family friend: Mei Mei’s) - the letter that’s been sitting in your mailbox has successfully infiltrated your mind ever since its existence. You have no idea why because technically, it’s none of your business—you can literally just delete it. Somehow, though, you couldn’t. The man seemed so melancholic that you didn’t even have the heart to delete it because then, that would mean writing this email would be in vain. He already sent it to the wrong person in the first place. At the same time, it bothered you; just looking at the message there. Opened. Waiting for a response. Begging, even.

While arranging the trays and paper-cups, it somehow dawned on to you—the reason why you couldn’t get the letter out of your mind. Because it is from a real person. And it happened in real life.

There’s a girl named Aki,

and a guy named Gojo,

and somehow, there’s you.

Guilty. Emphatic. Awkward…. Sad.

It was a sad thing. To write and never be heard. To trust the wind to deliver your love and yet it fails you. To be acknowledged and discarded. It hurt to love. And if you looked close enough, you could see the corners of his words bleeding—and they’re not yours to wipe.

In their ol’ little doomed love story, you’re only the spectator.

An accidental one at that.

Upon giving it a thought, you hesitated telling her the truth of this so-called “weird” email; thinking about it, it would sound beyond weird if she asked why you decided to read it when you could’ve deleted it the moment it slid into your inbox. Shooting Mei Mei a shy glance, you spoke. “Yeah, like uh.. email promotions.. I guess.”

Mei Mei’s expression relaxed upon hearing it, sending a playful wink right your way before tossing the keys to Haru, your colleague, a usual sign that it’s time to close the shop. “Thank the heavens! I thought you were scammed.”

Oh how you wished it had been a poorly written scam campaign. Maybe if you saw the headlines “Congratulations, you won a car!” you wouldn't be feeling torn between keeping the message or deleting it.

Before leaving, Mei Mei hugged you goodbye. “Be careful entertaining random emails, Y/N. You don’t know who you’re talking to!”

Too late.

You could only nod in response.

At home, you did exactly the opposite of what Mei Mei told you to do.

Your thumb has been grazing over the send button after an impulsive moment of typing the words “This isn’t Aki.” One send and everything would end. This Gojo guy would get the hint and perhaps feel a little embarrassed, but then, that’s going to be it—you’re pretty sure he will block your email address. No more heartbroken emails. No more Aki and no more Gojo. No more curiosity.

Send me a sign, you think to yourself. After all, you have the “God’s Tongue” - the universe won’t fail you now.

Except..

Today, it does.

As if the universe conspired to stop you, your phone vibrated upon receiving a notification.

Fuck your God’s Tongue indeed—you just manifested another email from Gojo Satoru.

In panic, you threw your phone on your bed, your heart hammering against your chest as if you just ran a marathon. And if that wasn’t enough, another notification came in: one that sounded exactly like another email. You squeaked a “holy shit!” as you scrambled to get your phone to quickly check your inbox. You were right: not one, but two emails from Gojo Satoru were sitting on top of your unread messages, waiting to be opened. You felt like you were violating his privacy. After all, these weren’t yours to read. But then again—the effort, energy, and emotions he’s put to write these—will be discarded. If you left it alone, it’ll just rot and be forgotten and you think he’s had enough of being forgotten; maybe it’s about time he forgets.

So you click the first email, hands trembling nervously. Maybe this could be the last, you reasoned in your mind. Maybe he’ll get tired after two emails. After all - wouldn’t a normal person stop after getting no response?

Your eyes began to scan the first sentence.

“Haruki Murakami. Norwegian Wood.

I’ve finally scored your favorite book. I went to the bookshop we’d often visit when we were in high-school. You know, the one next to lemon bakeshop near the old campus. You called it a cursed one—because every time you go there with a book in mind, you always left with a sullen look. You never once bought a book there because somehow, the universe always wanted you to lose.

Well, today, we won, Aki. Took us years, but hey, better late than ever, right?

So come home. Read this. It’s for you. I always loved how you would annotate your books and run all the way to my house to show me the cool quotes you’ve found.

I miss your neon highlighters and your bright smile. Come home. Home to me.

Come home, Aki.

Toru.”

You felt as though you got punched in the stomach. The way he wrote this message was simple, as though relieving a memory, and yet your heart feels like it’s about to burst: he made sure to deliver it in a way that you’d remember, even if that memory isn’t yours. You could see it. You somehow could make out what they’d be like, minus the features of their faces; young, in love, stupid. You imagined a bookshop and relived a memory that did not belong to you; his longing and sadness bled and soaked through his words and you happened to be the unlucky one.

Lying down on your stomach, you raised your phone higher to get a good read before you click on the next one.

“I never liked my coffee cold.

You know that, right? I liked it hot. Even on hot days, you’d laugh at me for drinking hot coffee instead of iced ones.

You said I’d get used to burning in “hell.”

Hot coffee’s best for rainy days. When it feels cold and you could use some warm. When you were around, I drank coffee less. Even during the biggest storms, I’d bask underneath your warmth and laughter in bed all day and it would be the best thing ever - having to listen to the raindrops in tune with your laughter.

You gave me the warmth I needed in every season, Aki, and when you left for states, I drank coffee more.

But everything is no match for the warmth you could only give.

My coffee’s been cold since you.”

No sign. No usual ‘Toru’ or I love you’s.

Exiting the mailbox app, you went to search for Tokyo’s weather forecast for today.

It was raining.

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safetycar-restart · 2 years

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Shels I can’t stop thinking about domming Daniel with Lewis because Lewis would DEFINITELY be able to manhandle Daniel and throw him around like a rag doll… maybe it’s not even planned- you’re scening with lil subby baby Danny and Lewis is domming him with you, you climb onto the bed whilst Lewis is making out with Daniel, Lewis then decides- to save time because Dan is already verging on the edge of subspace where coordination becomes impossible- decides to pick Daniel up and just throw him onto the bed….. and Dan’s brain just completely malfunctions because wow that was just……. Of course you and Lewis notice his reaction and when you asked him if he liked that, he flushes red but nods eagerly. Safe to say manhandling is something you incorporate regularly, whether it’s holding him down, pushing him around, or straight up throwing him like a sack of potatoes…

Also, when Dan realised that both you and Lewis can pick him up without too much struggle (albeit Lewis slightly more than you….) he’s never walking anywhere again… all he has to do is flash those puppy dog eyes at either of you and raise his arms, and suddenly he’s being carried around like the princess he is -🐬

Ok I swear I answered this yesterday? But sometimes tumblr does this fun thing where it mistakes the post button for the delete button but doesn’t inform me of this so I wrote this and it simply floated into the atmosphere.

So uh... round two! Because this ask is so fucking good it’s worthy of me rewriting my answer. I went into SO much background detail cause I’m kinda obsessed so the rewrite is now an essay. Have fun.

I think it might start with you and Lewis together? And Daniel is just.... absolutely obsessed with you both. You’re the most attractive couple he’s ever seen. And he’s determined to get at least one threesome.

So naturally his plan is to be utterly insufferable for as long as need be until one of you backs him up against a wall and kisses him breathless.

You and Lewis had talked about it, because Daniel was anything but subtle. And you both agreed that yeah, yeah a threesome with Daniel is not an opportunity either of you can pass up.

So that’s how it starts. Daniel is kinda just a fuck buddy that gets welcomed into your bed whenever he wants (which is to say, every race weekend that he sees you’re at the track with Lewis, he will magically turn up at your hotel room with two packs of condoms and neither you nor Lewis ever find out how he knows the hotel room).

People tend to assume that Daniel is dominant, and maybe that’s true for his other sexual partners. But with you and Lewis, that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Daniel would like one thing and one thing only: to be absolutely wrecked. He would like to be a pretty fuck toy and have no thoughts whatsoever. You and Lewis are already a power couple, someone needs to be the pretty arm Candy who gets fucked every night and Daniel is more than happy to fulfil that role.

To be honest I don’t think the d/s aspect would be very intricate, at least not at first. Daniel would like to be fucked silly, he would like to not have to think, he would like to be allowed to fall into subspace and know he’s going to be looked after afterwards.

He had spent enough time with you and Lewis when he was trying to get in your pants to know that you and Lewis would take good care of him. That’s all he really wants.

So manhandling? Incredible. He loses his little mind the first time.

Sometimes, I think Daniel wants to be fucked so badly thst he loses all coordination and common sense, just bends himself over the nearest surface, shakes his little ass to try and prove his point.

You’re more than happy to grab the strap and fuck him wherever. Lewis, however, is more of a traditionalist in that sense. He wants to fuck Daniel on the bed. And only the bed.

Which leads to many times where you’ve found them making out in the hallways on the way to the bedroom, because Daniel got impatient and wanted a kiss now.

One time, you’re watching them attempt to get to the bedroom without tripping over each other, you’re on the bed, watching as they stumble down the passage when Lewis seems to get too impatient and just.... picks Daniel up and carries him to the bed.

He throws Daniel onto the bed, right into your arms and you can see how shocked Daniel is.

You ask him if he’s okay, scared that Lewis might have overstepped. But Daniel just nods and smiles, clearly very happy with the situation.

And then it just... becomes a thing.

You and Lewis manhandle Daniel all the time, just moving around all the time and Daniel couldn’t be happier. He is truly living his best, horny life.

#poly!lewis/daniel #sub!daniel #poly!dom/dom/sub #dr #lh #nsfw.#f!reader #🐬

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lindsaywesker · 2 years

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Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to the weekend!

Wow! Here we are again: Friday! Where did that week go? No, seriously, where did that week go?

Naturally, the highlight of my week was my birthday on Wednesday and, trust me, I will be celebrating my birthday all month! I have enough alcohol in here to sink a battleship, plus I have a couple of very nice dates in my diary!

The Mighty Josiah has returned from Brooklyn, so we will see him tonight and he will stay with us Friday and Saturday. I am his personal assistant, so I will be at his beck and call. You know how scrumptious he is, so I will attempt to hug and kiss him – attempt! – but he always screams and runs away.

My mother had her first experience of racial profiling this week. My daughter’s mother is black, so my daughter is mixed race, dual heritage, whatever you want to call her but, in a shop in Hove, she’s a black woman! My mum wrote, “Today, in Marks and Spencer, a security guard stopped your daughter and said she looked like a shoplifting suspect of theirs. At that minute, l appeared, all hell let loose and they were full of apologies. She was shocked, of course! It just makes me aware of how penalised black people are.” Yes, this week, Lady Wesker got a life lesson. You’re never too old to learn.

Mars has decided to trial a ‘No Bounty’ tub of Celebrations this Christmas, after its consumer research confirmed their status as the least popular sweet. The experiment comes after nearly 40% of those polled told the company the Bounty should be permanently axed from the Celebrations line up, where it struggles to compete with the star power of “all-time favourite” Maltesers. To be honest, 40% sounds like a pretty low number to be making such rash decisions. Personally, given half the chance, I would eat Bounty until it made me sick! I love it! I’m down at Sainsbury’s this morning, so I will be stocking up on Bounty bars for those lazy Christmas days! Celebrations can do one! It’s a rip-off anyway!

The ‘follows’ keep arriving at Scam HQ a.k.a. Instagram. Every day, so many follows from women with an ‘Only Fans’ page, people dealing in Cryptocurrency or just people with no profile pic. For every person I follow, I literally delete about 20 wanting me to follow them. El*n M*sk calculates that about 90% of our followers are bots! I suspect he might be right but that won’t be happening on my IG profile. Not me, mate!

Yesterday, I forgot to post a photo on IG of some of my wonderful Wednesday students, which I have done today. Some people are a bit funny about selfies. They worry about the way they look, or worry about people knowing their whereabouts, or just worry about being in selfies. For my money, when people pass away, I am so grateful for my selfies with me and them. Beautiful moments, never to be forgotten.

For those of you that follow me on Twitter, if I suddenly disappear, I will have gone to @TribelSocial. As Twitter is now allowing very extreme right-wing people back on their platform, I may back away? Let’s see what happens?

Very sad to hear about Noel McKoy passing away. ‘Family’ by McKoy was released in 1991 and we must have played it hundreds of times on Kiss FM! I think anybody listening to Kiss at that time will remember ‘Family’ as being a huge radio and party record. In 2014, Noel became part of The British Collective, an exceptional group of young men, who many of us have enjoyed in recent years. One of the most distinctive voices in UK soul music. He will be missed.

Matt Hancock is about to find out how much people hate him!

Be warned: someone has created a FAKE Lindsay Wesker profile and they may send you a friend request. Do not accept it!

Hope you can join me tomorrow at 1.00 p.m. for ‘The A-Z Of Mi-Soul Music’. The Letter J (Part Seven). Some of the tunes are a bit saucy! You have been warned!

Have a fabulous and funky Friday! I love you all. You’re probably thinking, “You don’t even know me!” but, if people can hate for no reason, why can’t I love?

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #new blog #lockdown #coronavirus #books #weekend #democracy #brexit #cronyism #election #autumm #christmas #radio

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 3 years

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All So Sudden

Word Count:2106

Warnings: kinda bad writing, sorry

Requested by @marartgogh : “So could you do a Charles Xavier one (after days of future past time somewhere before apocalypse ) where she is an architecture and art student (around 22-23) and her mutation appears suddenly so she goes to Charles and the school for help and he tutors her and he gets fascinated by her and likes her but is too afraid to say anything because of the age gap but she feels the same and he somehow gets the guts to confess when Erik tries to make a move on her?”

Probably 1978 is when I’m having this take place (it’s in between the two films)

I kinda made the readers powers like Violet from Incredibles, mostly cause it was all I could think about when I first wrote this

I also feel so bad that it took so long, but it kept getting deleted (internet went out, computer glitched, I turned off my computer and forgot to save, the normal stuff) and yesterday (4/20) I was so exhausted from Monday (4/19) because I really loved this request

I just realized this as well, Erik was born in ‘31 and Charles in ‘32, not really important besides the fact that they’re both apart of the Silent Generation

Main Masterlist

XMEN Masterlist

“It’s not like that!”

“It isn’t?”

“No, I don’t...I don’t like him like that.”

“M’kay, sure.”

Y/N laughed, “I don’t.” She turned to her friend, “Does this look good?”

“Good for what?”

“For a wedding!”

“Alright, alright, I know. It looks great, but I just don’t understand why they’re getting an art student to paint during their wedding.”

She shrugged, “Neither do I, but it’s great money and my Professor said I’ll get some extra credit by doing it, so, you get what I’m saying?”

Her roommate laughed, “Ah yes, money and extra credit, the answer to everything.”

Y/N turned back to the mirror adjusted her jacket, “It’s the answer to most things.” Turning back to her friend she smiled, “Well, I’m off. I’ll see you tonight!”

“See ya!”

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Y/N bounced her leg up and down, trying to calm down. She was trying to focus on painting. However, she froze when she looked at her hand. Not that there was anything to look at. It had disappeared. “Is everything alright?”

She looked up and saw the bride’s mother and quickly hid her hand, “I-uh-yes. I think so. Sorry, I was just trying to remember how long I’m meant to be here. I don’t wish to make whoever’s paying feel like they have to pay more because I’m working for longer than said.”

She nodded, “Of course, I understand. You have about an hour left.”

She nodded, “Thank you!”

“Of course.”

As she walked away, Y/N looked her hand again and it had reappeared. She shook her head and tried convincing herself that it was just a trick of her mind and that it never disappeared. Of course she knew keep down that it was complete bull, but she just wanted to believe it for once.

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Walking up the steps, she stopped to wave at Alyssa. She however stood shocked as the girl walked right past her. She looked at her hand and saw it was slowly reappearing and disappearing. She ran up the rest of the steps and quickly unlocked the apartment door. She slammed the door and ran into the bathroom, slamming it shut too. She collapsed onto the sink and stared at herself. Nothing was there. It was as if she was invisible.

She jumped as she heard a knock at the door, ”Y/N? Is everything alright?”

“Y-yeah! I was just about to take a shower! I got paint all over me!”

“Oh, okay.” She heard her roommates footsteps retreating. She looked at herself and let out a calming breath. She turned the shower on tried to undress, which took longer than normal as she couldn’t see anything. The majority of it took forever. She released a breath of relief when she saw her body reappear.

She turned the water off and grabbed the towels. She then stood in front of the mirror. Staring at herself. She did it for who knows how long (like a minute) until she realized she wasn’t gonna do it again. As she threw her hands up in annoyance, she was pushed back into the shower.

She groaned and heard the door open. “Y/N?! Are you o--oh my god!” She blinked a few times. “What the heck happened to the shower?! Y/N! Where are you!”

“Where am I? I’m right here Madi.” Her roommate screamed and Y/N rolled her eyes, “Madi, do you not see me?”

“No!”

She sighed, “Great, just great.” She carefully got up, “Don’t freak out.”

“I can hear you but not see you! Don’t tell me not to freak out!”

“Madilyn Marisa Green,” She placed he hands on her friends shoulders, “I think I need to make a call somewhere.”

“Y/N, are you--”

“I don’t know. Listen, I’m gonna call that damned school and see.”

“Y/N--”

“Please don’t say anything. I just...I want to figure this all out.”

“Okay, fine.”

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So that’s why she was here. Sitting in the office of Charles Xavier. She just told him her issue and now it was silent. She fiddled with the bottom of her shirt until she saw him smile softly, “I’ve never actually met someone who can do what you can, Y/N. I can call you Y/N, right?” She nodded, “Okay. The way you can both go invisible and can create, from what I’ve gathered, what is meant to be an energy blast. That...that is spectacular!”

“How?”

“I have no idea yet, but I know it will be.”

“Then why did you say it was?”

“Would you believe me if I informed you I have no idea why?”

“Perhaps,”

“Then I have no idea why.”

“Okay...well, what do you want me to do now?”

“Well, if you would like to, I would like to teach you how to control and understand your mutation better. You would need to live here, as I am aware you were living in New York City as you were going to NYU. Now,” He cleared his throat some, ”This is entirely up to you. You are allowed to choose against it and--”

“No. Sorry, not no, but also no? No, I don’t want to choose against it. Yes, I would prefer to stay here and have you teach me.”

“Ah! Well, that’s good. Here, I will show you where you will stay while you are here and we can start tomorrow. How does that sound?”

“That sounds fine to me.”

“Alright, then let’s go.”

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Y/N stood in front of Charles, really unsure of what he just asked her. “Y/N?”

“Y-you want to look in my mind?”

“Just to see what triggers your mutation.”

“I--”

“I understand if you say no. I would never do something like that without permission. I have other ways to figure it out.”

“May we do those other ways? I don’t feel comfortable with someone looking around in my mind.”

He nodded, “Of course. One way that I know of is to think of a time where it happened. Think about what you felt during it and attempt to recreate that feeling.”

She nodded and shut her eyes. She thought back to having to paint for that wedding. She remembered how stressed and scared she was. And in her mind she kept telling herself that it wasn’t going to work. That the only way for her to figure out how to control it would be for him to go into her mind. But that was what scared her. She just met him and didn’t fully trust him just yet. She stopped thinking about the painting and started to go over “what ifs” for if he went into her mind. She didn’t realize just how much she had gotten into it and how deep in her mind she was until she started to faintly hear someone say her name.

She opened her eyes and saw a purple field around her and Charles. She looked over at him. He had a huge smile on his face, but also looked extremely surprised and shocked. He looked over at her, “Y/N, this...this is amazing!”

“I-it’s nothing!”

“Nothing? My dear, this isn’t nothing! If this is what I am sure it is, that means that nothing can get through this and it’s basically an indestructible field of energy that if someone that you didn’t want to touches it, it will cause them harm!”

“How is that good?! You’re telling me I could hurt someone with this?! I-I don’t want that!”

“Y/N--”

“Charles, I don’t want to hurt anyone! Can you promise me that I won’t?!”

“Please calm down.”

“Wha-what?”

“Y/N, please, take a breath and calm down.”

She did as he said and it was about then that she saw what had happened. The field had grown and ended up emitting something from them that burned everything around them. “I-how?”

He wheeled closer to her, “You got scared and let your fear control you. It-it’s a dangerous thing that happens all that time.”

“I could’ve hurt someone.”

“No. You never could. Believe me. If you wanted to harm someone, then it would have happened.” He grabbed her hand and held it softly, “Y/N, I promise that you’ll never hurt anyone as long as you let me help you. You really are extraordinary. And you become more extraordinary after everything you do. Trust me and I can help you be the best you.” She nodded, “Do you want to continue or would you like to take a break? Either is fine.”

“I would like to continue.”

He nodded, “Alright, then let’s continue.”

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Everyday Charles watched as Y/N gained more and more control over her mutation. But he also grew more and more infatuated with her. At first he just thought it was because of her mutation and how different it was from others he had seen. But as he got to know her more, he realized it wasn’t just due to her mutation and her personality and how she really wanted to learn more. Everything about her was interesting. Of course he simply ignored his growing feelings, knowing that she would be uncomfortable due to him being so much older than her. Hell, he didn’t even know if she liked him in that way! For all he knew, she didn’t. So he couldn’t understand why he was so mad when Erik came along and said he was going to make a move on Y/N.

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“I don’t understand why you’re so against it Charles. Is it the age gap? Because I am old enough to be her father, you are too my friend.”

“It’s not that.” Well, it was that but it also wasn’t.

“Then what is it?”

“I just don’t think that she should have any distractions right now. She’s still learning how to control her mutation and she’d doing so well. I just don’t want her to get distracted!”

“Is that really it?” Charles nodded, “I thought it was something different entirely.”

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s nothing. Nothing at all.” Erik pushed his hands into his pockets, “Well, since there’s no other reason, I’m going to ask her when she gets back.”

Charles nodded again, “Of course, you go on and do that my friend.” He watched as Erik walked out of the room, no doubly going to wait on Y/N. He sighed and leaned his head into his hands. Perhaps he should just tell her. The worst that could happen would be that she doesn’t feel the same and it’s awkward between them and she would leave. But it wasn’t very likely for that last part. She’s always too nice and he knew she wouldn’t leave without a logical reason, even though it was a logical reason to him.

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Y/N grabbed the box of tea as she remembered Charles mentioning he needed to get more. As much as she wanted to deny it, she had grown quite fond of him. The way he always checks on his students. The way he does any and everything. He was always so nice whenever she couldn’t do something or wanted to stop. He never forced her to do anything she didn’t want to do. Perhaps that was why she was thinking of allowing him in. Letting him see and perhaps they could go further in helping her with her mutation.

No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, it was impossible to ignore her growing feelings towards the professor. She just wished she knew if he felt the same.

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Y/N pulled into the garage of the school and was surprised to see Charles there. It was as if he was waiting for her. After turning the car off she slipped out and smiled at Charles, “What’re you doing out here?”

“Oh, I um...”

“Charles?”

He sighed, “I was wondering if...perhaps...you would like to get dinner with me sometime.”

“Charles.”

“I understand if you want to say no, but it’s just...ugh, Erik wanted to ask you out and I don’t know why but it made me so mad and I felt like I had to ask you and know if there ever would have been a chance of us.”

She smiled, “Well, I guess it’s you’re lucky day. I would love to go to dinner with you. More than once, if you’ll allow it.”

He looked up at her fully, “Really? The age difference doesn’t make you uncomfortable?”

She shook her head, “No, not really. Besides, even if it did, any other feelings I have block it out.”

“Really?”

“Really. Anyways, I would’ve rejected Erik. I don’t like him like that.”

Charles smiled, “I’m glad to hear that.”

“Good,” She crossed her arms, “Now, when will this dinner be?”

He laughed, “Whenever you would like darling.”

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hskrealm · 4 years

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innocence (m.)

pairing: drag racer yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, smutsmutsmut. (this post took a turn i swear)

word count: 3.2k

warnings: overstimulation, PET NAMES SO MANY PET NAMES WHAT WAS I THINKING, fingering, oral (f receiving), cute shit, virgin!reader, yoongi is a bit persuasive, etc.

summary: your best friend wants to take your innocence in every possible way.

a/n: i wrote this MONTHS ago, and i literally forgot about it up until yesterday, or sometime before that? i was sad because I deleted it, but my bby @bitchyaus reblogged it after i posted it, and i have NEEEEVEEER been happier.

You hummed as you sat on your couch while scrolling through your social media feed and taking small bites of your favorite snack every now and then.

It was only 7:09. You’d usually find something to occupy yourself every day until 8:00 on the dot (although he’d come early sometimes, but that wasn’t often), which was when Yoongi would come knocking on your door with a new story to tell and to raid your fridge of whatever he could find.

If necessary, you’d tend to the few bruises his beautiful face would sport.

Once he was comfortable enough to tell you what his occupation was, you cringed the moment you imagined him sitting behind the wheel of a vehicle, pushing 200 to nearly 300 miles on a daily basis.

You begged him to consider something safer, to which he responded with a small smirk,

“I’ve been doing this years before I even met you. If I’ve managed to keep myself in good condition for this long, then I’m sure that you have nothing to worry about.”

This had become a repetitive cycle in the short year that you had known him. He’d shoot you a text before he went out for the day, and come speeding back to your place once he was let off of work.

Or–when he let himself off, rather. He never really was the type to follow rules anyway.

You smiled fondly at the thought of seeing his gummy smile sometime in the next hour.

You checked your phone again.

7:14.

Well, 46 minutes to be exact.

You sighed and tossed your head back against the couch cushions as you tried to register what about this man had you so whipped for him.

Could be the fact that he was a sweetheart when it came to you,

Or it could also be the fact that he looked so fucking hot driving those cars despite how much you hated seeing him behind the wheel.

Or, it could be that he had really, really pretty hands–

There was a loud knock at your door. It carried the same loudness that Yoongi’s carried.

Okay, you have really got to find yourself a hobby.

The person knocked twice, and then there was a three second pause before the last and final knock came.

You grinned as you rushed over toward the door.

There was his signature knock that he had given himself sometime a few weeks ago.

He suggested that he should have a special knock so you knew it was him, although you told him multiple times that no one other than him or your best friend came to visit.

He still wouldn’t let up even then, muttering something about how it would be the safest measure. You then (jokingly) proceeded to tell him he knew nothing about safety, which led him to tell you about all of the safety precautions people in his profession must take before even considering driving one of those high speed cars.

He couldn’t take a joke, but that was alright. You loved him anyway.

You took a quick glance through the peephole just to make sure it was him before you unlocked the door.

As usual, he rushed in and threw his bag to the ground before making a beeline to your kitchen.

“Nice to see you too.” You smiled a bit, closing the door back and locking it behind yourself.

“I shouldn’t have to greet you anymore when I enter.” He spoke, although his voice was a bit muffled since he was bent over as he shuffled through your fridge.

“It’d be nice, though.” You sighed dramatically as you walked back over to your couch and flopped onto it.

“Sure.” He shrugged, returning from the kitchen to take his spot next to you on the couch as he always did.

“Hello, Princess.” He smirked, laughing at the way you rolled your eyes and looked away from him.

He’d called you that for forever now, and you’d be a terrible fucking liar if you were to say that it didn’t make your pussy clench.

He knew that it did, too, which was why he said it.

“Did you do something productive today?” He asked, as he took a bite out of one of the strawberries out of the bowl that he quickly prepared for himself.

“I did some school work earlier.” You shrugged, gesturing toward your closed laptop that sat on the arm of the couch closest to you.

He hummed, nodding approvingly.

“Good girl,” He noticed the way that your body shivered at his praise. He always talked like this, but for some reason it was really having an impact on you right now.

“Have you eaten something filling today?” You bit your lip.

You hadn’t had a ‘meal’, but you had some pretty filling snacks. You just weren’t in the mood to cook anything, or even order something.

There was no point in lying to him either, because he could see right through you.

“Depends on what the word filling means.” You responded, as if this wasn’t a question that he asked you everyday.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at you and set the bowl of strawberries down on your coffee table before quickly reaching over your thighs to grab the bag of chips that you had been snacking on before his arrival.

His hand brushed over the exposed skin of your legs, causing you to gulp. He was always a forward person, but never this forward.

“This isn’t a meal, ____ . “ He scolded, and you rolled your eyes.

“I know, but I can promise you that I am satiated.” Yoongi shook his head in disbelief.

“You hungry?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as he stared into your eyes with his arms crossed.

“Nope.” As if on cue, your stomach growled.

“Mhm.” He mocked, handing you the bowl of strawberries before standing up.

“What are you doing?” You asked, confused as to why he was suddenly up on his feet.

“I’m about to cook you something, little girl.” He rolled his eyes as he walked into the kitchen.

“Yoongiiii-“

“In the mood for pasta? You’ve got all of the ingredients I’d need to make you some alfredo.” You groaned.

“My stomach growls all the time! I’m not hungry, I swear.” He was already pulling out pots and pans from your cupboards as your voice went through one ear and out of the other.

“Suck on those strawberries with those pretty lips of yours while I cook this, hm?” He said, leaning against the kitchen counter with his elbows resting against it.

“I don’t want the straw–”

“I already put the noodles in the pot, so you’re shit out of luck.”

———

Yoongi had been in the kitchen for half an hour while you caught up on your favorite Netflix series.

You should’ve just lied and said yes. He was going through way too much trouble for you.

“Alright,” He began, as he finally left the kitchen.

“Should be good to eat in a few minutes.” He slid back onto the couch.

“Mind if I use your laptop to check my stats? I’m sure they’ve gone up.” He bragged. You playfully rolled your eyes and handed him your laptop, before directing your attention back to your TV.

Yoongi began typing away for a few minutes, until his fingers paused, his eyes grew wide, and he choked on air.

“What? Those stats not what you expected them to be?” You laughed, Yoongi turning his head to look at you before clicking on a tab at the top of the screen and pushing the laptop in your direction.

“What– Oh my God, give me that!” You yelled, Yoongi easily fighting off your efforts to grab the laptop away from him by shoving his arm against your chest.

“Are these your nudes?” He asked, although it was painfully clear that they were.

Yoongi smirked at the way you began to blush profusely.

Holy shit, you were going to die of embarrassment.

‘Play it cool.’ You thought to yourself.

“Yeah? So what if they are?” You used this opportunity to snatch the laptop away from him and close the tab, before shutting the laptop off and setting it on the coffee table where the empty strawberry bowl was.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, taken aback by your response.

“Clearly you don’t seem to mind.” You smirked, gesturing to the bulge forming in his pants.

He dropped the smirk on his face as he inched closer to you. You reflexively backed away from him.

“You talk pretty big for a virgin, sweetheart.” He growled. Your stomach fell to the bottom of your ass at his words.

You weren’t sure of what to say.

“Uh, I never told—“

“You’d be surprised of what you tell me when you’re drunk.” He reached forward to twirl a strand of your hair around his pointer finger before tucking it behind your ear, as if he had done this to you before.

“Since we’re letting secrets go, you should know that I’ve thought about fucking you plenty of times.” He hummed, as he traced your jawline with his fingers.

“You haven’t got any idea of what thinking about stripping you of your innocence does to me, sweetheart.”

Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly.

“I know that you’d let me, too.” He slowly pushed you backward until your back hit the couch.

“You would let me, wouldn’t you?” He looked into your eyes, waiting for your approval before he took anything further.

You thought about it.

Did you really want to lose your virginity to this sexy drag racer that you’ve grown to become best friends with over the past year?

Hell yes.

“Yes, yes I’d let you.” You stuttered, causing him to groan at your admittance.

He was going to corrupt you more and more day by day before you even realized it.

And fuck, he couldn’t wait.

“Hmm.” He hummed against your skin, as he nudged your head to the side so he could expose the skin of your neck.

He quickly began to suck love bites against the skin, eager to cut straight to the chase in order to get a taste of that perfect cunt that was spread wide in that picture.

“How far have you gone, baby?” He asked, as he tugged your shirt up over your chest and kissed his way around your breasts.

“I–I’ve, fuck,” You moaned, as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth.

“I’m sorry, you’ve done what?” He mumbled against your hardening bud. You whimpered.

“I-I’ve masturbated with a toy.” Yoongi detached his mouth from your nipple.

“That’s all?” You nodded shyly.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” He hungrily kissed down the rest of your body, stopping right above the band of your shorts.

“I’ve got to taste you to get you prepared to take me. Is that alright?” He wasn’t lying. It would help you adjust to his size a bit easier, but it was mostly for his own personal pleasure.

You nodded, and he wasted no time in tugging down your shorts and panties in one swift motion.

“Oh my God.” He nearly whimpered at the sight of your untouched pussy. You began to close your legs as he stared down at your most intimate areas, which prompted him to roughly throw one of your legs over the back of the couch so you were forced to keep yourself spread for him.

“Don’t ever do that again.” He warned. You nodded, murmuring an apology as he laid himself flat against the couch and pulled your hips closer to his face.

He breathed shakily against your core. You began to writhe in his hold as his cool breath hit your exposed pussy lips.

“Are you sure about this, baby? We could stop this at any moment.” He asked for the final time. It made you smile that he continued to ask you if this was really what you wanted.

“I’m sure. Please–oh, shit!” You yelped. Yoongi hadn’t even let you finish your sentence before he had his lips wrapped around your clit.

Your hands hesitantly tangled in his hair, as you were uncertain if he was okay with you touching him or not.

He sensed your hesitation and moaned in approval as you testingly tugged at his blonde locks.

His moan vibrated against your core, causing you to buck your hips up toward his face.

He grunted at this, using one of his arms to pin you down to the couch by your stomach, while his other arm pushed your flailing leg away from his face so he had more access to his meal.

“So good, baby. So fucking good,” He growled into you, his cock growing harder underneath him as more of your juices began to gush onto his face.

You didn’t know how it was possible, but he managed to pull you even closer to him as he licked a long stripe from your dripping hole back up to your clit, before he dipped his tongue inside of your clenching cunt and (quite literally) fucked you with his tongue.

You were a mess above him, your hair matted and stuck to your sweaty forehead as you relished in the feeling of his tongue collecting every drop of your arousal.

“‘M gonna cum, so fucking close, please please–” You begged him with your eyes closed. He took a glance up at you, wanting to watch you come undone on his tongue.

“SHIT!” You screamed, the euphoric bliss of your first orgasm knocking the wind out of you.

Yoongi hummed and pulled his tongue out of you, slipping two of his fingers into his mouth before lining them up with your cunt.

“You with me, babygirl?” He asked. You opened your eyes so you could see him, but you immediately closed them again ad he slid his digits into your wet hole.

“Ughh, oh my fucking God!” You let out a broken moan, tears welling in your eyes from the overstimulation.

“Hey, you’re okay, hm? I need to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible if you’re still willing to take my cock.” His words were caring, although there was a bit of cockiness behind them, almost as if he knew that you still would be in at least some pain from the stretch.

The thought alone excited him.

“Just a little bit more, okay? Hold out for me.” You were about to protest, when he pressed his hand against your lower stomach and began to piston his fingers in and out of you like a machine.

He curled them perfectly against that little spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling toward the back of your head, and your toes curling in pleasure.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you came for the second time within a five minute span.

Yoongi left you to yourself for a moment as he hastily tugged his jeans down, not wanting to waste time to pull them off completely.

He was so eager to have your little cunt pulsing around him.

He fished around in his back pocket for a condom. He was thanking himself mentally for forgetting to take it out the last time he wore those jeans a few weeks ago.

“Could you be a doll and roll this on for me, baby?” He tore the wrapper open with his teeth and quickly tossed it aside as he handed you the slippery thing.

You took it with shaky hands, still not completely over your last two orgasms as you gently grabbed his cock and spread the condom over it.

“Oh, fuck.” He growled, the feeling of your little hand spreading over his throbbing dick enough to make him cum right there.

He desperately needed to be inside of you.

He grabbed his cock and began to rub circles around your clit, the small action making you gasp for air because of how sensitive you already were.

“Think you can still handle me?” You looked up at him. He wasn’t smirking, but you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Mhm, j-just please, be gentle.” You whimpered, and Yoongi nodded as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

For now.

He pushed just the tip into you, instantly catching your lips with his to prevent any sound of discomfort from leaving your mouth.

“Ready for some more?” He asked sweetly, as he pressed his forehead against yours. You winced, but nodded anyway.

He pushed the rest of his cock into you inch by inch, attempting to nullify the pain a bit by leaving kisses along the side of your neck and jaw.

“You’re taking me so well, ____.” He sat still for a moment, letting you adjust before he rocked his hips slightly.

He looked at you for approval, and when you nodded once he began to set a slow, steady rhythm with the pace of his thrusts.

“‘M not gonna last long, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight, I can barely fit my cock through.” You weren’t sure what it was about the way that he was talking to you, but it just made you clench around him even harder as he began to pick up speed.

“I need you to cum with me, Princess. Can you do that for me?” You nodded eagerly, already on the brink of insanity.

He licked his thumb and brought it down to your clit. You squeaked, and he grunted above you as he tried to ease himself inside of you without hurting you.

“Now, cum now.” He ordered, his arms shaking as he held himself up above you to prevent from collapsing on top of your chest.

You came with your mouth held open in a silent moan, your legs spasming around Yoongi’s waist as he slowly pulled out of you.

The corruption was only beginning.

“Hungry? I’m sure the food is plenty cool now.” You laughed breathlessly at his lame joke, as you covered your face with your hands while trying to catch your breath.

“I’ll go grab some for you, but I’ve got a question for you first.” He paused. “No, wait, two actually.” You glanced at him.

“Go for it.” You said, voice hoarse.

“Would you let me take you out sometime? I mean, on a real date?” You scoffed.

“I thought you were going to ask me to be your girlfriend or something.” You laughed. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I was.” You froze.

“I backed out, though.”

“I mean, I would’ve said yes.” He snapped his head toward you.

“You would have?” You nodded, a small smile on your face.

“In that case, will you be my girlfriend, then?” You giggled at his shy demeanor, a complete 180 from how he handled you just a few minutes ago.

“Yes, I will.” He leaned down to peck your cheek.

“My last question...”

“Yeeeees?” You encouraged him to continue.

“Why are your nudes on your laptop anyway?”

“I hate you.”

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meliorist-midoriya · 4 years

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personality swap!

the request: Hello! I just read few of your writings and I really really loved them :) If your requests are open by any case can I ask for a Bakugou x reader scenario where Bakugou and Midoriya get hit by a quirk that results in their personality getting switched for a day. I think it would be adorable if Bakugou suddenly gets all shy and flustered near his s/o Thank you so much :* Keep writing uwu

a/n: hello anon! honestly personality switched bakudeku is my jam so this was really fun to write lololol. so fun that i accidentally wrote a headcanon instead, until i saw that a scenario was requested but i liked the hcs too much to delete it so you get both lol. thank you for sending in a request, and happy reading!

⟢ it literally gives everyone whiplash

⟢ bakugou?? being??? polite??????

⟢ he’s giving actual comprehensible advice, and his voice sounds normal, if not quieter?

⟢ you never thought you’d see the day. sadly, this would only last for a day or so until they went back to normal, so you’d have to make the most of it.

⟢ seeing midoriya snapping at everyone at the drop of a hat all day was kinda funny but also kinda scary bc suddenly he was kicking through ten layers of concrete. like damn, chill ;;;

⟢ the best part, though, comes after class. you two usually walk back to the dorms together, hand-in-hand.

⟢ you grab his hand and this boy, oh this sweet boy, literally almost COMBUSTS. bakugou.exe has stopped working.

⟢ poor baby’s face is so red and you have to fan him to cool him off before you can grab his hand again. super concerned that you want to hold his hand, esp after all his nervous sweating, but shuts down again when you tell him that you don’t mind with a smile.

⟢ if you like teasing him, NOW IS THE TIME! will freeze up on the spot and maybe overheat. he’s stumbling over his words half the time, stammering nonsense the other half, but 100% completely whipped for you.

⟢ his vocal filter is loose as hell now though, somehow finds a way to fluster you without intending to.

⟢ “katsuki, your blush is so cute!”

⟢ “it’s because you’re cuter- wait, did i say that out loud?? forget i said that aaaa \(o///∇///o)/”

⟢ the softest baby that will shower you with affection since the personality switch ended up also loosening his pride. he’ll cuddle you with absolutely no fuss, do whatever he can for you.

⟢ this also gives you a LOT of insight into how he actually feels about you since he’s so much more affectionate w you during this time.

⟢ while seeing this bakugou was really cute and endearing, you were more than happy to see his normal, aggressive tsundere personality back the next day.

⟢ bc that’s the one you fell for~

⟢ “forget everything that happened yesterday. all of it.”

⟢ “aww, but katsuki! your blushing face is really cute!”

⟢ “what in the hell-”

⟢ mf is still blushing

“This is… kinda strange.”

“Are you kidding me, Sero? This is great! We finally get to have blackmail material on the invincible Bakugou!” Kaminari was cackling as he whipped his phone out, ready to film Bakugou. Quiet, meek, Bakugou, awkwardly trying to dodge Kaminari’s camera lens by hiding behind Midoriya. Aizawa had brought them into class a few moments ago, announcing their circumstances to the class before leaving the two boys to fend for themselves as he zipped up his sleeping bag and knocked out.

“Kaminari, if you don’t stop right now…” Midoriya, on the other hand, was glaring down at Kaminari. Personality switched or not, his protectiveness never failed to show through.

“Y-Yes sir!”

Meanwhile, you crept around the desks to tug at Bakugou’s sleeve, smiling as you pulled him away from the people clamoring around Midoriya and Kaminari. Almost immediately, his face flushed red as you tugged him away from the commotion, yet he followed you to his desk nonetheless.

“Are you doing okay, Bakugou?”

“A-Ah, yeah, I think… I want people to pay attention to me, but not like that…” You were a hair away from smothering your boyfriend with cuddles right then and there, but you needed him to be functioning for the rest of the day so, alas, you had to hold back. Didn’t stop you from gushing over the blush dusting over his cheeks, which only made the rest of his face bloom with an embarrassed flush.

“Ah, Bakugou, your blushing’s so cute!”

“It’s because I don’t know what to do with myself since you’re cute!”

Now you were the flustered one, feeling your cheeks warm as you stared at him in surprise. An awkward silence paused the class at his slightly too-loud outburst, his voice raising an octave as his nerves went haywire, before it was broken by Kaminari and Sero’s howling laughter with their phones out.

“We got that on video! On video! This is going to be great!”

Realizing his mistake, Bakugou slowly hid his face in his hands with a groan.

“Kaminari, Sero…” The boys squeaked at Midoriya’s glare.

“We’re sorry!”

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hacked-by-jake · 3 years

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Was that Jake there 2

Part 1

Pairing: JakexMc

Words: 4,2k

A/N: So, a few days ago I got an absolutely sweet comment from @captainwanderlust78❤️

Really, you made my last week. And then unfortunately the news came from Everbyte that EP 7 will come later. And actually, there wasn’t a second part planned for this story, but since you wanted one so much, here we are. This is my second attempt, because I wrote a part that I didn’t like. I tried to keep the story a little more quiet this time. Anyway, I hope you like it and apologize for possible mistakes. Oh and Merry Christmas. 🌲❤️

"Ready little ones?" Dan asks you and pokes you with his elbow.

"Yes, I’m ready," you answer and look at the big clock in the motel lobby.

Point 12 at midday.

"I’ll be gone," you say goodbye to the others.

"Take care of yourself and call me if you need anything," Richy informs you.

"Yeah, or if he attacks you," hiss Dan.

"Dan" hisses Jessy and steps on his foot.

"Ouch" growls Dan and looks at her accusingly.

Jessy is just ignoring this and calls after you, "See you later".

Slowly but with firm steps you make your way to the elevator.

Immediately the doors open and you get in and press the button for floor three.

The place the place where you meet is going to be a motel room that can’t be used because of renovation.

This is the perfect place to meet Jake.

He will come over the fire escape behind the motel to the third floor and there you meet in the room.

Deciding how and when the meeting will take place was quite awkward.

Yesterday after you guys finished partying at the club, you and Jessy called a cab as planned to take you home to Jessy. Fortunately, everything worked out, until the taxi driver drove to the roadside in the middle of the drive and simply switched off the engine.

Immediately all the alarms were on in your head, and you were ready to get out of the car if necessary.

He turned to you in the back and silently held a note to you.

The paper was folded very small, you opened it and saw many ones and zeros.

0100100001100101011011000110110001101111 010011010110001100001010

Grinning, you rolled your eyes.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" Jessy wonders.

"This is a binary code," you explain to her and pull your phone out of your pocket.

"Ah now I know what that is, of course," she grumbles ironically.

"This is computer language"

You search the Internet for a code translator.

You took a picture of the notes, the translator took the numbers and translated them directly.

"Hello Mc" you read, "Is this serious?".

The driver silently held out a note to you.

You also open this note and moan desperately.

"Can’t he just write normal letters?" you mumble and take a deep breath.

"He’s a computer nerd, they’re all weird," answers the man who was supposed to be just a taxi driver.

01010100 01101111 01101101 01101111 01110010 01110010 01101111 01110111

00001010 01000100 01101111 01101111 01110010 01100010 01100101 01101100 01101100 00001010 01010000 01101100 01100001 01101110

01100110 01101111 01110010

01100111 01110101 01111001

00001010

"Tomorrow morning, doorbell, plan for guy" is the translation.

"Huh?" makes Jessy next to you.

"I’ve got another one," the guy calls again.

"One more? Why not write everything on a piece of paper?"

"Clay said it was too confusing"

"Clay?"

"Oh, Jake, excuse me" he grins and holds out the third note.

01001101 01100101 01100101 01110100 00001010 00110001 00110010

"Meet

12 o'clock

"Midday"

"Okay, so, there’s a man ringing in the morning and he wants me to tell him the plan but the meeting has to be at 12:00," you put it all together.

"Right" the man agrees with you and starts the car again.

"Wait, You knew what that meant?"

"Yes, but we should talk as little as possible, that’s why the notes" he explains to you.

"But I said it out loud"

"Yes, right"

After that, he didn’t speak, but at least you didn’t have to pay.

Well, and then 20 minutes later, you and Jessy took the next taxi back to Roger’s garage, and there you all met again to work out the plan.

Lilly told Mrs Walter she didn’t have to work today. Lilly would take her shift and the owner should have a nice day with Alfie.

After a little persuasion it worked and Lilly is the only one who has to work.

There are only 13 rooms occupied in the entire motel, and only two of them are on the third floor, so the room with the renovation fits best.

This morning at 7 o'clock, a flower messenger rang at Jessy’s house, and you stared at the roses and then at the man.

"Gohstbusters" he said and you understood what to do.

You gave him a note stating the plan for the meeting.

However, written in hieroglyphs.

But there is also a translator on the Internet.

The elevator doors open and you look around.

No one is to be seen so you make yourself on the way to the room which is at the very end of the corridor.

With the key card you got from Lilly, you can open the door, hold the card against the sensor and the door cracks quietly. You press the door inwards and notice that there’s light on.

However, of course you did not expect that a man sitting in the room on the desk chair.

"Oh, God," you jump back a step.

The man looks up and immediately looks worried.

"Oh my God," you murmur as you realizes it’s just Jake.

Completely out of breath, you lean with your hands on your knees and breathe deeply.

"Oh shit, MC, I didn’t mean to." He murmurs and comes up to you.

You laugh in agony and grin forced.

"Ha uhm already okay, all right, I was not scared".

A small but quiet laugh comes from Jake’s mouth.

He’s going to the side so you can come in. He locks the door behind you.

"How did you get in here?" You ask and try to calm your heart that feels like it’s jumping out of your chest.

"The doors are not safe for hackers," he explains, sitting back on the chair.

"You hacked a motel door?" you ask amused.

"Yes, you weren’t there yet, but I couldn’t stay in front of the door. That would have been more than conspicuous," he argues.

You just shake your head and let yourself fall on the bed. For a moment it is quiet, only the ticking of the clock can be heard.

"Thank you for coming," you speak in silence.

"Hm yes" is the answer.

"You’re still against it, aren’t you?" you ask unsure.

"MC, please don’t think I wouldn’t want to see you too, but I won’t be reassured until you’re safe again," he explains.

"How are you?" you change the subject.

"I am fine, and you?"

You roll your eyes, "Don’t tell me everything at once," you say ironically.

A smile appears on his face.

"Honestly not so good" he admits.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, it’s okay" he declines. You pull up an eyebrow and you look at him in a challenging way, "Okay, then in a different way. Tell me what’s going on," you challenge him and leave no room for a negative answer.

You point to the bed next to you and signal him to sit next to you.

He thinks briefly but then does what you want

"Well, it’s all pretty stressful right now," he starts.

"Okay good, and keep going" attentively you look at him.

He finally surrenders and begins to report.

"There were some problems that we didn’t expect, they almost caught us. We could only cross a border with a lot of luck and help, but that took us quite some time. And then I made a stupid mistake, the pursuers were able to intercept our signal. As a result, I had to burn my laptop and cell phone so that nothing could be found.

That took us some time too. The agents are much better than I thought, they are much too fast and much too good and that makes it really hard for me. And for the others, too. And what’s even harder is, that I can’t write to you anymore. I dont know how far along you are, or if you have new clues, new key results, how far along you are with Hannah, but even worse, I don’t know how you’re doing. How you feel or if you have problems, and that makes my head full all day with questions that revolve around you. Sometimes we manage to access the Internet for a short time through public computers in libraries or cafes. But contacting you would be too dangerous. I can delete a lot of data from the system but as I said, the agents are better than I thought and unfortunately we do not know exactly how well and how much they can get back. I would have to take every computer with me and burn it down, but that would be even worse if computers were suddenly missing everywhere. It’s shitty MC, I’m honest, I hate this situation, but it’s my own fault"

exhausted, he rubs his face.

Wow okay, that was very honest.

Worried you look at him.

You could say things like "everything’s gonna be okay" or "it’s not your fault." But let’s face it, it’s not helping anyone. So the only logical way is to just hug him tight, and that’s exactly what you’re doing.

You slide a little closer to him and wrap your arms around his upper body and lean your head against his shoulder. Unlike yesterday, he does not tense himself but also gently lays his arms around your body. Immediately, its smell rises in your nose and tingles through your body. You notice how relief spreads in your body. Relief that he’s doing reasonably well, that he’s still free, that he’s here with you, that he’s hugging you, too. But above all, relief because it feels like every pressure is dropping from you, all the pressure of the last few weeks. The pressure because of Hannah, the pressure because of the man without a face, and of course the pressure that something might have happened to Jake. At least for a brief moment, everything is fine, and that makes you happy. And if you think about he’s gonna have to leave soon, you’re gonna get sick. But you don’t want to think about the negative things now, you just want to enjoy the moment, just a brief moment of rest.

You have closed your eyes and hear Jake’s heart beat rhythmically, which also calms you down. You remove an arm from his body and place your hand on his left chest. You can feel his heart just coming out of rhythm and then beating a little faster than before. This also makes your heart beat a little faster.

"You Jake?" you whisper softly.

"Mhh?" he makes a questioning sound.

"Who are the others?"

"They’re familiar to me. The three were also involved in the government project and now they are also in danger," he says briefly.

"Okay?" your voice sounds questioning.

"We know each other from different chat portals for hackers"

Thus, all your questions were answered. For this moment.

Slowly you break away from each other, even if you don’t want to, but it’s no use.

"I still have to thank Lilly and you" he addresses your #IamJake action.

"You don’t have to thank either of us, Lilly owed it to both of us, and I do it because I want," you assure him.

"But still, it’s not understandable, I hope it will help us. The idea was really good. The others were quite fascinated when they saw this, "he praises you and his half-sister.

"You deserve it, too, Jake," you reaffirm your action even more.

Ironically he laughs, "with what?"

"In which you are, and also do everything to find Hannah, even if she doesn’t know you’re her half-brother. And Lilly also understood that we both just wanted to help."

"That might have been a little selfish of me. I just wanted you guys to make up because I don’t know where this is going with the two of us. And I wanted to take the opportunity early" he confesses.

"I can live with that" a little smile is on your face.

He doesn’t know where this is going with us, and he wanted you and his half-sister to make up.

"I’m sorry, MC but -" he starts.

You sigh, "but we still have something to discuss," you finish his sentence.

"I’m sorry, but we only charged three hours at the most, then I have to go "he looks at you apologetically.

"It’s okay, let’s not talk about it now".

You really don’t want to talk about it right now. The conversation will come soon enough. Jake gets his backpack on the desk and takes out his laptop.

Then he sits down next to you again and asks you to give him your phone.

Quickly, a connection is established and the screen of your phone is displayed on the laptop.

And so you begin to discuss everything that’s happened since he was gone.

By now you had arrived at Lilly’s and your chat.

"You really called her Duskwood’s worst legend?" Jake asks a little overwhelmed if he can laugh about it.

"Um, I was a little mad," you smile innocently at him.

"Remind me not to argue with you" he looks at you briefly from the side and grins crooked.

"I like to argue sometimes" challenging, you look at him.

"Yes, I noticed that, so we prefer not to"

Quietly, he continues to read the chat while you wait to see if he has any questions.

From the side you see his eyes suddenly get a little bigger and he swallows.

"Everything okay?" you ask him immediately.

"So we’re in love?" he asks teasingly.

It takes a short time to remember the message, immediately you get warm and your cheeks turn red.

Then you laugh a little hysterical.

"Um, haha that- that, uhm yes..." you stutter.

Jake raises an eyebrow.

"Um, yeah, I can explain that," nervously you start playing with your hands and scratching your neck in turns.

"Uhm, so - on that point I didn’t know, uhm, what relationship you and Lilly have. So this - I didn’t know you both were siblings, and then I kind of wanted to piss them off. Well, I- I thought it might upset Lilly or something".

You don’t even know if that’s true, you just said it without thinking. Maybe it’s true, but he doesn’t want anyone know it, or it‘s just going too fast for him.

You wish for nothing more than for the floor to swallow you.

"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have written that. I hope I didn’t make you feel stupid or anything, that’s the last thing I want, can we just forget about it?" you murmur in shame.

You look at the tips of your shoes so you don’t have to look at Jake.

"Lilly was right," Jake murmurs into the unpleasant silence.

"I didn’t like that they voted against you in the vote. They treated you unfairly, I didn’t like that at all," he admits, "I felt the need to at least scare the others. Which was not quite okay, but I couldn’t watch them treat you like this".

You’re looking at him.

"It was for Hannah, because you will be the key, but I could have just written a message, but that was not enough for me".

You can’t hold back a slight grin.

"Thank you" is all you can say.

"Is it true?" he harks curiously.

"Huh? What?" you act like you didn’t understand his question

"Well, what you wrote to Lilly"

"You know I like you," you confirm.

In response, you get just another big smile from Jake as he just keeps looking at the screen.

However, he omits the end of the chat, at the point where you got the video.

He knows probably after that it’s about his family.

"I’m very proud of you MC" he starts to talk, "you two worked really well together and I’m amazed how well you were able to solve the puzzles".

A little shy about his praise, you just thanked him.

Exhausted, you fall back on the bed.

Jake closes his laptop, puts it back in his pocket and then slowly lies down next to you.

"I haven’t asked you how you are actually doing" he notes a little depressed.

"At least better than in the last few weeks. It’s all very exhausting, but I can do it" you mumble and turn your head to the left so you can look at him.

His page profile is really beautiful.

"We met at a very strange time," Jake mutters, and he also turns his head in your direction.

For a moment, you look at each other silently.

"You are so wonderful and especially MC, do you know that?" he breathes.

"I don’t know, is that me?" you ask quietly.

"So wonderful that I don’t understand why you’re lying here with me"

"Maybe because you’re special, too, Jake. And even more wonderful than all the people I’ve met so far" you reciprocate his sweet compliment and mean every word seriously.

"Are you sure about this?"

"To 100 percent"

"You deserve someone better than me," he sighs.

"Stop lying," you grinned.

Now you both look at each other silently again, only the second hand and the birds from outside can be heard.

Slowly Jake raises a hand and wipes a strand of hair from your face.

You take his hand in yours and you cross your fingers with each other.

Jake looks thoughtfully at your hands.

"It’s dangerous what we’re doing here," he mutters.

"You can take that little break, Jake. That's okay," you calm him down.

"Maybe, but it’s dangerous to be here with you. You get such big problems if the persecutors find out you know me," he easily squeezes your hand.

"Jake, don’t worry about it. I know who I’m dealing with and I know it can end badly. But that’s why I don’t care, if we don’t risk it now, it may be too late. And then we’ll never know if it would’ve worked.

At the moment everything is going crazy, so why not at least do what you want for a short time?"

"You should become a motivational trainer" he suggests for fun.

"Do you think? Did my speech help?"

"I agree with your words, but I have so much more to lose. My freedom and looking for Hannah, but those are just the little things. The biggest problem is that I could never live with myself if you got problems just because I was selfish. Against these problems the man without face is nothing, MC. If you go to jail because of me, I could never forgive myself, you understand. And that’s my problem, I don’t know if I can risk it, I don’t want to ruin your whole life.

You made new friends here, when Hannah gets back, you’ll be completely happy, but then there’s me. The guy who runs from the government, that’s not what you deserve", he tries desperately to explain.

"That’s also why I don’t tell you what exactly I did, why I tell you as little as possible. You can’t say anything if you know nothing no matter what they do, you don’t know it. If the agents find you, they definitely do a lie-detector test with you, and hopefully, they won’t do any more than that. But if you don’t know anything, you’re not in danger either."

"I understand your point, I understand your worries and your fear, but, Jake, I’m aware of all of this. I know what happens if you and I can be connected, but I accept it for you and for Hannah."

"But that’s the thing, you shouldn’t put yourself in danger for this, not even for Hannah. And you being in Duskwood is dangerous enough, which is why I’m here with you, because it’s too dangerous."

You pull up an eyebrow and look skeptical.

"You don’t have to take care of me.What should happen to me? I won’t be alone.One of the others will always be with me. The man without a face can’t do anything to me, "you calm him down.

"I know, I know, but I’m still worried about you"

"But there’s nothing you can do about it, Jake. And the rest of the time we have left, we shouldn’t discuss things we can’t influence. None of us can change the situation"

"I don’t like that you’re right again" he grumbles what makes you smile.

"Do you know I’m happy right now?" you tell him softly, "because of you."

"Why?"

"Because I know you’re doing reasonably well, and because you’re here with me.

And you’re risking your freedom right now because I wished for this meeting. Then how could I not trust you, Jake? You deserve me to be here with you. And that’s also one reason why I don’t care if they get me, you confided in me even though you’re in a difficult time. You trusted me and that’s why I trust you" to support your words, you put his hand on your lips and breathe a short kiss on the back of his hand.

Like he’s petrified, he’s watching you.

"I think I’m really in love," he whispers.

"And I think I’m in love with you too" you giggle softly.

Minimally you slide closer to him and lean slightly with your elbow on the bed to push you a bit upwards.

As if he were considering whether this is a good idea, he eventually slips closer to you, but a lot more than you.

He also leans on the bed to be back on your height, your hands remain united all the time.

His thumb gently caresses the back of your hand.

Not ten centimeters separates your faces from each other.

Jake takes the initiative and leans even further up so that your faces almost touches. You feel his breath on your skin and your body is flooded with excitement. It’s like they just touched by accident.

Slowly, your faces move towards each other until your lips gently touch. But it’s enough to light a fire in you and get Jake to press his lips on yours.

Immediately you close your eyes and return the kiss with as much feeling as he did. You can’t control yourself and grin into the kiss, which also makes Jake smile.

Jake pulls you up to you and pushes you slightly on the bed so you can use your hands more.

But just as quickly the kiss becomes passionate again. A thousand different feelings are buzzing in your head. Despair, fear, happiness, contentment. And that is reflected in your kiss.

Now your two hands separate from each other and Jake wraps both arms around your upper body. You feel a little dizzy and feel like everything is spinning even if you have your eyes closed. Your body tries to cope with all the feelings of happiness and seems to be overwhelmed. Actually, it’s no wonder. You’ve never longed so much for closeness but with Jake now, it’s very different. The kiss last night,

it was beautiful. But that was a very different situation than it is now.you were overwhelmed and a little drunk. First the warm air in the club, then Phil, then suddenly Jake, a kiss, a deal, and then a weird cab driver. All quite a lot at once, but now you can enjoy the kiss, and it’s a very different one from yesterday. This is a relief for both of you, and the beginning of something greater, but also the beginning of an even more stressful time than before. 'Cause how you’re supposed to let Jake go right now, you absolutely don’t know.

You feel like your eyes are filling with tears because of the emotional overload that is currently running through your body. And unfortunately, you two seem to be really starting to have trouble breathing, so you’re must breaking up with each other with a heavy heart. Absolutely out of breath, Jake leans his forehead against yours.

"If the persecutors find me, beat me, okay?" he breathes hard. "Okay, but why?" you giggle.

"Because then I screwed up to be able to kiss you all the time."

In response, you laugh and give him another kiss. You could lie there forever like right now, but Jake’s phone suddenly starts ringing. Annoyed, he rolls his eyes but then stands up from the bed.He gets his cell phone out of his pocket and accepts the call. Instantly you assume the worst. The others are calling to tell him they have to leave. You don’t know how to react and your hands start to shake. His answers leave no room to speculate about what it’s all about, and his facial expressions and posture remain neutral. Shortly after he finishes the phone call, he blows out air and turns to you. You’re already struggling with the tears in your eyes as Jake starts smiling." Well, I think we need to rent a room at the motel."

Confused you look at him, "W-what do you mean?"

"We’ll be safe for the next few days, someone pretending to be me tried to hack the CIA. They think they’ve arrested me"

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"That’s her," he says in a much too high tone. "It’s an honor to finally meet you, I feel like I know you better than Jake knows you. Can you actually scan my personality? Jake always tells me that you are really good at seeing through people and assess" he babbles.

"Oh, is he telling you this?" you ask and grin at Jake.

"Oh yes, if you knew, When he can’t sleep, he tells a lot about you. He doesn’t usually talk that much in a year," giggles Jake’s buddy.

"Max" hisses Jake and looks at him hard.

"And he’s always telling you how impressive you are, and that he’s amazed you don’t have a problem with him being a hacker. And how sweet you are."

"Okay, that’s enough" growls Jake and pushes him. The pushed one begins to laugh and raises his hands up defensively.

"Do you tell such things?" you look amused at him. "Forget that, please," he grumbles. "Oh, I’ll never be able to forget that, but to be fair, I’m thrilled with you, too. And you don’t look bad either." You grin cheekily at him.

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Amnesia - Chapter 2

Jumin x Mc Ending: Happy End

Okay! Chapter two! I hope i could glue some hearts and didn’t destroy them even more, ahahah XD Enjoy!

Chapter 1

,,Mommy, when will the doctors allow Daddy to see us again?’’ your son asked you. You looked down at him and smiled warmly. You weren’t sure how long you could keep up with this lie. ,,JiHo, shall we draw today while Mommy goes to work?’’ Jihyun asked your son, who immediately agreed. ,,Thanks,’’ you whispered and tried to hold back your tears. On your way to work, the conversation you had with Jumin went through your head. The RFA, who was present yesterday when Jumin told you that he wanted to get divorced, stopped opening new chats. To be honest, Seven made a second server where everyone beside Jumin was in. Zen already proposed to you that you could go to his place, however, Jihyun was quicker.

,,Jumin would have wanted me to take care of you, don’t worry. Once he regains his memories, he will be sorry and beg you for forgiveness. Give him time and take care of your health,’’ he told you. You looked up to the big company. He wouldn’t fire you, would he? ,,What are you doing here? The samples for the DNA test aren’t ready yet, or do you want to confess already?’’ Jumin asked you annoyed. Jaehee pressed her lips together. ,,I work here, Jumin,’’ you told him. You were confident and didn’t intend to show him any weakness. ,,As…?’’ he asked you and looked over to Jaehee.

,,You can’t fire her!’’ Chairman Han hissed as his son. ,,Son, for me, you were always perfect, but just now I realized how much better this woman made you. First of all, she is your wife. Secondly, you can’t fire a pregnant woman! At least give her another workplace, but even if you do, how would it look if the wife of the CEO gets another job in the company?!’’ Chairman Han tried to ask his son. But Jumin already made his decision. ,,You will work here,’’ Chairman Han said, ,,it’s the best I could do, unfortunately,’’ he apologized. ,,It’s okay,’’ you mumbled as you patted your belly, ,,we can handle it,’’ you tried to smile and not to cry.

But one of the co-workers in the accounting office was already really nice to you, so you didn’t feel that bad. You knew that everything would turn out for the best, or so you hoped. ,,It is my son. She was telling the truth,’’ Jumin mumbled as he and his lawyer looked at the documents. ,,Jumin, I swear to God you weren’t manipulated. I have known you for a long time and trust me, you even made me change the documents on her name, see! If something were to happen to you, everything would go to her. You wrote that yourself!’’ the lawyer showed Jumin. Everyone was telling him the same thing. Everyone wanted to show him that he changed and that he loved, but if not even he himself could understand his feelings, how could other people do it? ,,As your personal lawyer I won’t finish the divorce until you wait for the birth of your next child,’’ he said and packed his stuff. ,,You do know that I will fire you even if we’re friends, right?’’ Jumin asked with a dark voice. ,,Then fire me, but I won’t destroy the little family you built and cherished, because someday you will regret it,’’ he said and packed his stuff, leaving Jumin alone in the penthouse. And once again, this odd feeling overcame him. Pain. ,,Maybe I should call the doctor,’’ he mumbled to himself. ,,I feel pressure on my chest, but not pain. I can’t breathe correctly. I have an odd feeling,’’ he tried to describe. ,,Mr. Han, you aren’t sick,’’ the doctor chuckled. He was his doctor for the last ten years and knew what he was feeling, finally. ,,You’re lonely,’’ he explained and patted his shoulders. With that, he was fired too.

,,FIRE ALL THE PEOPLE WHO HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH ME OR THAT WOMAN!’’ he yelled into the phone as he called Jaehee. He was sick of that. Why did the people around him think that they knew him better than he did himself? Weeks went by, and even though he could have called another lawyer, he didn’t do anything about the divorce. Weeks went by and even through he wasn’t interested in you, he came by daily to check ,,if the work was done cleanly.’’ But the truth was that he just had to see your face. Because whenever he saw you, he felt at ease. His chest didn’t hurt, his breathing would calm down, and his mind would be at ease. Whenever he heard you laugh, he had to laugh too. But he also hated to come by because, often he would see you crying alone in the room, mumbling his name. Once he even overheard something and he regretted being there at that moment. ,,What will happen to the little girl I’m carrying? She will be here soon and her father won’t even love her… It hurts my heart so much… but what hurts the most is, that he will hate it… He will never feel the same again… I’m scared that he will stay alone forever… so much changed in his life and he doesn’t even know it yet…’’ you sobbed. Jumin was about to enter the room when he could see and hear that another man was in the room. ,,Where are you staying at the moment, Mc?’’ ,,At his best friend’s place… He’s taking care of us…’’ ,,Why don’t you come to my place. Let’s break contact with Mr. Han. He will never be the same again and it will only hurt you… He was like that, he always was,’’ the man tried to explain. ,,You shouldn’t say that about the person you’re working for…’’ you mumbled. ,,I know, but I became to hate him, seeing that he makes you cry…’’ ,,Wooseok…’’

Suddenly his body reacted on it’s own. Jumin Han felt something inside him, as if his blood was boiling. He felt hot and even though he didn’t mean to, as he entered the room he began to yell. ,,YOU ARE FIRED! AND YOU! I KNEW THAT YOU WERE A GOLD DIGGER!’’ he hissed at you. ,,How dare you… HOW DARE YOU, JUMIN?’’ you hissed at him and jumped up. ,,YOU DON’T EVEN RECOGNIZE ME OR YOUR SON! YOU FORGOT US! THE MEMORIES WE MADE TOGETHER AND OUR VOWS! SO WHY WOULD YOU CARE WHAT I TALK ABOUT WITH OTHER MEN?!’’ you yelled louder, catching the attention of everyone else around you. ,,Because… BECAUSE I HAVE THIS ODD FEELING INSIDE ME. DEEP INSIDE ME SOMETHING IS TELLING ME THAT YOU AREN’T ALLOWED TO TALK TO OTHER MEN! SOMETHING MAKES ME FEEL ODD WHENEVER I LOOK AT THE PICTURES! BUT WHENEVER I WANT TO DELETE THEM, I CAN’T!’’ ,,Jumin, you got to know your feelings. Why can’t you accept that we are a family and that you love us?’’ you asked him. You had a sore throat, your limbs hurt, you were scared, and you were angry and desperate. You needed his strength again. You needed his love and warmth. ,,Because I don’t love you… This isn’t love. Love doesn’t exist…’’ he mumbled before you closed your eyes and collapsed.

Chapter 3

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Girl Almighty-Emmett Cullen-Chapter 4

Summary: When Bella Swan wrote her book about her life, she deleted two characters and put their significant others together. Jade Stanley, Jessica’s Identical Twin Sister, has been with Emmett Cullen for a year and a half before she even showed up. When Bella starts dating Edward, her life gets switched 180. Will she live by the end or will death do you part happen before they even get married?

Warnings: Cussing, Paranormal, Supernatural, Angst, Love, Bella-Bashing, Possible Smut

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Emmett and I are standing in the parking lot of the school. Today Mr. Molina is having his junior classes go on a field trip to a Community College Greenhouse nearby. I didn’t want to go but my mom already signed Jessica and my permission slips. Emmett is skipping his first class of the day to spend a few more minutes with me since he won’t see me all day.

I play with his hand as he tells me about his fight with Ian yesterday. It wasn’t an actual fight. Emmett was winning at some video game they were playing when Ian smacked the controller out of his hand...breaking it.

“Esme was so…” Emmett pauses and raises an eyebrow.

“What?” I whisper.

“Bella just got asked to prom by Mike Newton.” He whispers with a small smirk.

I giggle and shake my head. “Of course she did.”

“Apparently, she’s going on a trip to Jacksonville. Non-refundable ticket.” He continues.

I roll my eyes. “Such a liar.”

“She told him to ask Jessica.”

“Oh, thank God.” I sigh, happily. “Hopefully he will. I’m tired of hearing about him so much.”

“Alright, come on everyone! I need your slips and you need to get on a bus!” Mr. Molina calls out.

I sigh and look up at Emmett. He smirks slightly and cups my neck, leaning down toward me. I lean up on my tip toes to meet him in the middle. The kiss would have lasted longer if my sister didn’t call for me.

“Jade, come on! I’m saving you a seat!”

I pull away and sigh. “I’ll see you after?”

“I’ll be waiting.” He kisses my forehead before patting my hip.

I shake my head and walk away from him, feeling my cheeks getting warm. I hand Mr. Molina my permission slip before getting on the bus. I see my sister in the back so I walk down the aisle toward her. I sit in the seat with her, us both knowing that Mike will sit with Eric. I’m not excited about this ride.

I watch as Mr. Molina is demonstrating the compost machine and I start laughing as Tyler gets yelled at for trying to drink the compost tea. I yelp as I’m pulled backward by the hood of my jacket. I lose my footing because of it and almost fall backward...until the person lets go of my hood and puts their COLD hands on my back, causing me to shiver.

“What, Edward?” I ask, turning around, knowing it was him.

“Come with me.”

He then grabs my wrist and pulls me forward so I’m walking ahead of the compost table, towards the rest of the kids. I pull on my wrist but he just tightens his grip. I clench my jaw at the small amount of pain. There’s going to be a bruise if he doesn’t snap my wrist first. Emmett is going to be pissed! He finally lets go of my arm when he slows his steps.

“What’s in Jacksonville?” I hear Edward ask from in front of me.

I raise an eyebrow and look around him to see Bella looking at some of the plants.

“How did you know about that?” She asks, glancing at him.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Edward tilts his head.

“You haven’t answered any of mine. You won’t even say hello.” She comments.

“Hello.” He smartly says.

“And how did you stop that van?” She finally turns around to look at him, not noticing me.

“Adrenaline rush. Very comment. Google it.” He shrugs, nonchalantly.

“Do I have to be here?” I ask, walking around him.

“Yes.” He says while Bella says, “No.”

“Great.” I turn around but he grabs my arm and pulls me back.

Bella rolls her eyes and looks up at Edward. “Floridians. That’s what’s in Jacksonville.”

She turns around to storm off but she stumbles over the irrigation hose. Edward lets go of my arm to steady her and clenches his jaw.

“It helps if you actually watch where you’re going.” He growls softly.

She shrugs him off her and starts walking while Edward and I follow, keeping her pace.

“I know I’ve been rude, but it’s for the best.” He says.

Before she can comment, he turns and walks past me as my sister runs up. Him leaving causes me to be standing right next to her.

“Guess who just asked me to prom!” She says excitedly, causing Bella to smile.

“Seriously?” I ask, squealing slightly.

She nods fast and I pull her in for a hug. “I’m so happy for you!”

She happily hugs back and giggles.

“Thanks!” She pulls from the hug and looks at Bella as we all continue to walk. “I totally thought Mike was going to ask you, Bella. Is it gonna be weird?”

“No way.” Bella shakes her head. “Zero weirdness. You guys are great together.”

“I know, right?” Jessica says, smiling so wide her face might split in half.

She then turns and runs toward Angela. Bella looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” I ask.

“Why are you…” She stops when Edward walks up behind us.

“Bella, it would be better if we weren’t friends.” He says, looking down at her as we walk out of the greenhouse.

“Too bad you didn’t figure that out earlier.” She says, snapping slightly. “You could have let the van crush us and saved yourself all this regret.”

“You think I regret saving you?” He snaps, leaving me out of it.

“I know you do.” She says, stopping beside the bus.

“You don’t know anything!” He says, furiously.

“Edward…” I try to speak up but his head snaps toward me.

I bite my lip and look down, clenching my fists angrily, not wanting to start a fight. I suddenly feel super calm a few seconds before a hand rests on my lower back. I glance to my right to see Alice is standing beside me, meaning Jasper is standing behind us. The only reason he probably put his hand on my back was to let me know he was there. He doesn’t have to touch me for his powers to work.

Discreetly, I reach back and pat his hand, meaning thank you. He opens and closes his hand before removing it. Alice looks at Edward before she speaks.

“The bus is leaving.” Alice then smiles softly at Bella. “Hi! Will you be riding with us?”

“No.” Edward shakes his head. “Our bus is full.”

He then smacks the bus window and walks up the stairs when the door opens. Alice sighs and follows him up. Taking a step around me, Jasper looks at me.

“Are you…”

Before he can finish, Bella grabs my arm and pulls me toward her bus. What’s with everyone pulling me places?! I glance back at Jasper with my bottom lip pushed out in a small pout. He smirks slightly before shrugging as if saying, ‘what can I do?’

I glare at him playfully before walking around the front of the bus to get on with Bella.

I get off the bus and glance around the parking lot for my vampire. He’s leaning against his Jeep, talking with Rosalie. I slip my bag over my shoulders and take off in his direction. When I get a few steps away, he quickly turns and catches me in his large arms as I jump lightly. I laugh and wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“I missed you.” He whispers in my ear, holding me close.

“I missed you! I was so bored.” I whine slightly.

He chuckles and kisses my cheek before putting me down. I put my hands on his chest when I get lowered causing Rosalie to raise an eyebrow.

“What happened to your wrist?” She points.

Looking down, I see my jacket had slipped up my arm a little. I roll my eyes and sigh.

“Edward.” I state.

“What did he do?” Emmett growls slightly.

He gently picks up my hand to take a look at the damage. I explain the whole story causing Emmett to shake his head.

“He needs to stop.” Ian speaks up. “Just because you’re hum...you’re you, doesn’t mean he can push and pull you around.”

“It’s getting on my damn nerves.” Emmett agrees. “His singer is Bella. He needs to leave you alone. I thought I told him to back off. Guess I’ll have to talk to him again.”

“I’ll join you.” Ian says, cracking his neck slightly.

“Speaking of the devil, she’s coming over.” Rosalie whispers.

I glance to the side to see Bella walking over toward us with a smile on her face. Stopping beside Emmett, she fixes her jacket slightly.

“Hey, Emmett. Can I talk to you privately?” She asks as sweetly as she can.

“We’re out.” Ian says, wrapping an arm around Rosalie’s waist.

They both glance at me before getting into Ian’s Chevy Camaro. Sighing, I look back at Bella as they pull out of the parking spot. She stares at me with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” I ask.

“I asked to talk to him privately.” She says as if it was so obvious.

“You’re point?” I ask with a blank face.

“Whatever you want to say to me, you can say to her.” Emmett says, slightly quoting himself from when we were at the hospital.

She shrugs slightly before looking at him again.

“Have you been working out?” She asks innocently, feeling his bicep.

“No?” He raises an eyebrow, removing his arm from her grasp.

“You look extra buff today.” She smiles softly, not caring about his movement.

“Thank you?” He says, glancing at me.

“Your hair also looks super soft today.” She reaches up to touch it.

He quickly moves his head out of the way as if her hand was on fire and steps backward with me still in his arms.

“Don’t touch him. Just get to the point.” I say, wanting to go home.

“What are you doing this weekend?” She asks, ignoring me.

“Jade and I are going to…” He starts.

“Nothing? Great. Um, I need help with my biology and I was wondering if you would tutor me?” She bites her lip. “Since you’ve already taken the class.”

“Did you hear him?” I move from his arms. “We’re going to…”

“I heard him. He said he wasn’t busy.” She looks at me.

“No, that’s what you wanted to hear.” I say, biting my cheek.

“Emmett, isn’t that what you said?” She looks back at him.

“No, Bella. It’s not.” He shakes his head, leaning against his Jeep again.

“Listen, Isabella, this sorry excuse for flirting you’re doing? It’s gonna stop.” I cross my arms.

“Or what?” She steps toward me, trying to seem tough.

“I’ll kick your ass. Emmett is my boyfriend, not yours.”

“Really? It seems like you're dating Edward more than Emmett.” She smirks slightly.

“Because Edward doesn’t want to be alone when he’s talking to your bitchy ass doesn’t mean shit. Leave Emmett alone, alright?” I say, not backing down.

“I can talk to whoever I want.” She shrugs.

“Except him.” I state. “You’re just trying to make Edward jealous. It’s not going to work.”

“I’m not trying to do anything.” She shakes her head.

“Yeah you are. He said it would be better if you weren’t friends, remember? So now you’re trying to hang around Emmett.”

“I just thought he and I could be friends. He seems cool.” She tries to say.

“He is but you know nothing about him to come to that conclusion.” I watch her.

She stutters for a second. “I know he...umm…”

“Exactly. Now back up and go home before we have a confrontation.” I step toward her. “I don’t give a shit that your dad is the Chief of Police.”

“You wouldn’t hit me.” She says, shocked.

“I’d leave if I were you, Bella.” Emmett smirks.

Bella’s eyes widen before looking at me again. “You’re a very controlling girlfriend.”

“I don’t care.” I shrug. “But it’s only when girls, like yourself, are throwing themselves at him. Especially ones that are trying to get into one of his brother's pants and try to be friends with him to get the chance.”

“I don’t want to get into Edward’s pants.” She says, offended.

“I didn’t say which brother this time, did I?” I smirk. “Go.”

She swallows her spit before turning around and walking to her car. I don’t move from my spot until I see her pull out of the parking lot. I look over my shoulder when I feel arms wrap around my waist.

“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.” Emmett whispers in my ear.

I blush slightly with a smile and put my hands on his, which are laced at my stomach.

“She needs to learn not to touch what’s mine.” I comment.

“I am yours. The world will know it one day.” He says, kissing the back of my head. “Come on. Ian texted saying he wanted to hang out with us while Alice and Rosalie do something.”

“Sounds good to me!” I turn around.

“Wait.” He says, stopping me from walking.

I look at him as he takes my arm again and inspects my wrist. He shakes his head before letting me go. He then loosens his Cullen Crest bracelet taking it off his wrist. I watch him as he slides it over my own and tightens it slightly, making sure it doesn’t fall off. It covers the whole bruise. Looking into my eyes, he begins to speak.

“I don’t want your mom to see it. She might kill me.”

“But Emm, this is your Cullen Crest. I can find…” He kisses my lips to stop me from talking.

I blush as we pull away and look at him.

“You are a part of this family too. You deserve one before we get married.” He smirks slightly before walking me around his Jeep.

“Are you…”

“Yes, I’m sure.” He chuckles. “Just get your sexy ass in the car.”

I roll my eyes playfully before listening to him for once.

I take a sip of my Capri Sun that Esme bought me before sitting down on the couch. Ian begins talking about different movies we can watch.

“Jade here doesn’t watch movies.” Emmett says, sitting down.

Ian’s head snaps toward me with an offended look on his face.

“How can you not like movies? Not liking movies is not liking…” He thinks before pointing to Pip who is laying on the floor. “Not liking puppies.”

“It’s not that I don’t like them. I just get bored before I get to the end and turn them off.” I shrug.

“Endings are the best part!” Ian throws his hands out as if it was obvious.

“They’re so predictable. The guy gets the girl. The kid sees dead people and Darth Vader is Luke’s father…” I start but Ian cuts me off.

“Oh, right like you just so happened to guess the biggest cinematic reveal in history?” Ian raises an eyebrow.

“Vader in German means father. His name is literally Darth Father.” I nod, taking another sip of my drink.

“Huh.” He bites his lip. “So, you know German. Now I know why you don’t like fun things.”

“I like Emmett.” I smirk.

“Damn right she does.” Emmett chuckles, pulling me closer to him.

“I don’t need to know about your sexual escapades." Ian playfully shivers in disgust.

“Remember that time you were telling me about Rose…”

I start but Ian jumps toward me and covers my mouth.

“Shhh….She doesn’t…”

“IAN! WHAT DID YOU TELL HER?” Rosalie yells from upstairs. “Get your ass upstairs!”

Ian drops his head in defeat causing me to laugh.

“I hate you.” Ian teases slightly before rushing upstairs.

“Anyway!” I giggle and look at Emmett. “So my sister and our friends want to go to La Push tomorrow. I told them I’d go since I haven’t hung out with them in a while. That okay?”

I know I don’t have to ask his permission but it’s still polite to ask since he can’t come. After a few second pause, he nods.

“Sure baby. Just...Be careful.”

“I know you can’t go there so you’re going to have to find something to do without me.” I tease.

“Oh no! Whatever shall I do without my girlfriend?” He says in a mono-tone voice, putting his hand on his chest.

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Die?”

“Probably.” He laughs. “At least I’ll have Pipsqueak.”

“Who said I was leaving him with you?” I raise an eyebrow playfully.

“Me. I need some part of you to keep me occupied.” He pats his lap, causing Pip to jump up and run over.

I shake my head, giggling. “He likes you more than he likes me.”

“Nah, I’m just the cool dad.” He picks him up.

“Dad, huh?”

“Yep and you’re his mom.” He smiles, kissing my cheek.

I blush and pet Pip whose tail wags happily.

It’s the next day and it’s freezing outside. I tried to get my sister and the others to reschedule but they really wanted to go today. I finish helping my sister get into her surfing suit before walking back over to Bella and Angela who are trying to stay warm inside of the van. Bella has on a heavy jacket while sharing a blanket with Angela.

“I keep thinking Eric’s going to ask me to prom, then he just...doesn’t.” Angela says, holding her camera close to her chest.

“You could ask him.” Bella says, causing Angela to shake her head. “Take control. You’re a strong independent woman.”

“I am?” She asks, softly.

“For once, I agree with Bella. You are.” I nod, stopping to lean next to the passenger door.

“Bella!” We hear.

I look over my shoulder to see three Quileute boys approaching. Bella smiles widely at one of them as he leans against the van next to her. The other two stand beside me, watching their friend. The one closest to me has shoulder length hair while the other one’s hair is longer than mine.

“Guys, this is Jacob Black.” She introduces us before looking at him again. “Are you stalking me?”

“You’re on my rez, remember?” Jacob chuckles. “You surfing?”

“Definitely not.” She shakes her head.

My sister walks over and grabs something from the van with a smirk.

“Keep her company. Her date bailed.” She teases.

“Woah...There’s two of you.” The one closest to me glances at me then at Jessica.

“Twins.” Jessica and I say at the same time, causing us to laugh.

Before he can speak again, Eric pops up out of nowhere.

“What date?”

“She invited Edward.” My sister teases.

“To be polite.” Bella shrugs, embarrassed.

I roll my eyes. Since I threatened her yesterday, she went back to bothering Edward.

“I think it’s nice she invited him. No one ever does.” Angela shrugs. “Even with Jade dating Emmett, they don’t ever hang out with us.”

“Because the Cullen’s are freaks.” Mike says, walking up.

My head snaps toward him causing him to back up.

“Sorry.” He swallows deeply. “Forgot you were here.”

“He’s right.” The boy farther away from me speaks up.

“You know them?” Bella asks.

“The Cullens don’t come here.” He says sharply.

“That doesn’t make them freaks.” I say, turning toward him.

“They are, though. They don’t ever hang out with anyone besides each other and you.” Mike shrugs, sticking up for the boy.

“You don’t hang out with anyone but us, does that make you a freak, Michael?” I say, stepping toward him.

“No but…”

“Then leave the Cullen’s name out of your mouth.” I snap, causing the boy next to me to wrap an arm around my waist.

He pulls me a few feet away from the group.

“Come on, let’s take a walk.” He whispers.

I let the boy pull me away but my glare doesn’t leave Mike until he looks away. I turn around and follow the boy down the beach for a few minutes. We both don’t know what to say. We’re walking in silence until he breaks it.

“I’m Embry, by the way.” He says, glancing at me. “I’m guessing you’re Jade?”

“I am. How could you tell?” I joke slightly.

“Well, they said Jade was dating a Cullen then you stuck up for them so…” He trails off.

I nod at his words. “That’s me.”

“You been dating him long?” He asks, stepping over a log before putting his hand out to me.

“Almost two years.” I say, taking his hand to step over the log as well.

“Gotcha.” He nods, letting my hand go.

“Who was that kid anyway?” I ask, putting my hands back in my pockets.

“That was Sam.” He informs me. “We have legends in our tribe and he takes them way too seriously.”

“Legends? What are they?” I raise an eyebrow.

“It’s just an old story Jacob’s dad tells everyone.” He shrugs. “Our tribe apparently descends from wolves.”

“Like ‘Full Moon Wolves’?” I ask.

“No.” He chuckles. “‘Shift at any time wolves’.”

“Oh. Gotcha.” I nod.

“The legend about the Cullens are...Well apparently they descend from this ‘enemy clan’ but they claimed to be different so we made a treaty with them.” He explains.

“But they just moved here.”

“Or just moved back.” Embry teases me.

I roll my eyes and giggle slightly. Fuck! Jacob is probably telling Bella the same story and I’m guessing from the way he was looking at her before...He’ll tell her everything she wants to know.

“And the treaty?” I continue the conversation as we walk.

“If they promised to stay off Quileute lands, we wouldn’t expose what they really were to the…” He gestures to me. “Pale-faces.”

I roll my eyes. “And Sam really believes this?”

He chuckles and nods. “Yeah. Almost everyone in our tribe does.”

“What a way to spread rumors.” I shake my head, stopping my footsteps. “Come on. Let’s get back before they think we ran away.”

Later that night, I’m sitting in the Cullen’s living room after revealing what Embry told me.

“And he just told you all of this?” Ian asks, raising an eyebrow.

I nod. “A kid named Sam was saying how you guys are freaks and don’t come onto their lands. So Embry told me the reason behind it��”

Carlisle sighs and nods. “It’s true…”

“Wait, Carlisle, we can’t tell her.” Esme says, speaking up.

“He already told her the legends, sweetheart. It’s different now.” Carlisle says before looking at me again. “We made a treaty with Ephraim Black that if we stick to being vegetarians and never harm a human or step on their lands, they will leave us alone.”

I nod at his words. “Wait, you said Black?”

“Yes.” He nods.

“That’s Jacob’s last name...The one that went on a walk with Bella. He was probably telling her the same story.” I glance around at everyone.

“Which means she’ll find out about us a lot sooner than we thought.” Emmett says, turning to look at his adopted father.

“Alice.” Carlisle turns to her.

She looks to the side and her eyes get a little glossy. “She didn’t find out from him. But she’s going to try another way. She just hasn’t picked it yet.”

“Great!” Rosalie snaps. “Just what we need. Bella snooping into our business even more.”

“There’s nothing we can do now...but wait…” Carlisle sighs.

Emmett and I glance at each other with straight faces. What are we going to do now?

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