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onlyseokmins · 2 years ago

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show and tell • l.s.m.

Pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!), best friends/idiots to lovers!au Warnings: swearing, lotssss of teasing/switch dynamics, tickling, reader is obsessed w/ seokmin's body, they're idiots your honor and they're a lil bit in L-word 🤮, mingyu thrown under the bus as always, ONE BAD PUN BC I THINK I'M FUNNY, sex is as silly as me, BIG COCK SEOK 🗣️ like he's fucking huge okay, oral (both rec. kind of), attempt at 69 but seok's a menace the entire time, fingering, CRYING/TEARS, possession, biting, marking, multiple orgasms, squirting, lil bit of cumplay ig?, mentions of prev partners, overstim... i think that's it lmk if i missed smth 🥵😰 WC: 6.5k A/N: um so this is the most self-indulgent thing i dared to post you're WELCOME i shall now go die in a hole to never be seen ever again... happy belated birthday to the loml ugh ty to all the frens that let me sob in their dms and to @onlymingyus for helping me with a damn title 💖

The commonly shared belief among your friend group was that Seokmin is abnormally soft when it comes to you.

You thought they were full of shit.

The bestest buddy in the world was also the softest ray of morning sunshine to ever exist in general. You could barely count on one hand the number of people he genuinely ever showed disdain towards or didn't get along with. All in all — it was extremely hilarious in your opinion because Seokmin's fluffy personality greatly contrasted with his lean, sharp physique.

Ironically, the main reason you ended up in this position.

Just moments before, you were on his bed and caged between his arms. The dog tag necklace you'd gifted, engraved with his birth date and initials, swinging in the same rhythm that your heart rapidly beats with the small space separating your bodies. A sly grin raises the corners of his lips, the long fingers of his left-hand creeping up to trail lightly at your sides.

"I know you have abs."

Seokmin's hands fly up to wrap defensively around his body, though all in good jest. "You can't just ask a dude how many abs he has!"

"And you can't lie to me by saying you don't have any! Do you know how many of your dude-bros have blabbed about your crazy gym routine to me? Can you even guess how many girls bitched at me 'cause you weren't shirtless at my pool party? As if that's my fault?"

"But it's mine?"

"No, all I have to do is prove them wrong. So, show me the goods!"

You sucked at making up your mind — what to eat, what to wear, what to watch, what to do — okay, but who doesn't? It's something Seokmin was very familiar with, hence him always having to pick up wherever you left off. He also knows just as well that once you've settled on something, you'll see it through to the very end. Eventually.

Which normally works out in his favor except in moments like now. So he resorts to a different preventative measure — tickling the decisiveness right out of you.

Like hell you'll let him do what he wants.

Maybe the whispers about him being soft for you were right. After all, it's to your utter benefit when you push at his shoulder. Only a bit unbalanced, he easily falls onto his side and you scramble to climb on top of him at record speed, one arm pinning Seokmin's wrists against the pillow beneath his head.

Unfortunately, this looks like one of your 3,718,493,842 very bad choices in life. Once again, something you didn't think all the way through. Sure, you've bested Seokmin at light wrestling and play-fighting before — back when you were toddlers and all he did was cry.

Now, at adult ages, it seems like a horrible, terrible, very bad idea to have him beneath you. Your fingers play with the hem of his black t-shirt that's ridden up ever so slightly, unbearablely close to the leather band of his silver belt buckle.

Seokmin's pupils are blown wide as he looks up at you with a strange, almost starry-eyed look of surprise. Black bangs flipped up across the dark gray of his blanket, silver chain askew shining against his collarbones, mouth slightly ajar.

Suddenly you're hyper-aware of sitting right on top of him, completely obliterating the distance between your bodies earlier, and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination from what you can feel nestled in between your legs.

"Would it be inappropriate of me to take your shirt off right now?" you can't help but ask.

He laughs, all breathless and high-pitched like he does when he's nervous. "You're asking for permission?"

"Seokmin," you whine and shift your hips in protest without thinking. Another bad move. Oops. "I'm trying to be polite."

"You have me pinned to my bed with the intent to strip me and you're worried about being polite?"

"Oh, please, you could easily break free."

It's true. His wrists twitch a bit under your grasp, almost like he's attempting to do just that but you're faster once more. Or he's just letting you have your way with him. Whatever the case, your other hand firmly holds both of his down which only brings your faces closer together.

"Don't move."

"Okay," Seokmin agrees and licks his lips, "at least you know what consent means."

"Are you consenting?"

"Depends on what to."

"Me taking off your shirt."

"… Should I be flattered?"

"Very."

Brown eyes close, his brow furrowing. For a minute, you think you've accidentally taken things too far and are about to quickly apologize and backpedal before things backfire until his lips quirk up and Seokmin snorts.

"Never imagined you'd be stripping me like this."

You would agree because what the hell? All this for some abs? But the way he says it makes you pause.

"Have you imagined this before?"

Expecting him to panic or something, you're even more taken aback when he bites his lip like he's holding back more laughter.

"And what if I have? You'll be offended even if I lie."

You narrow your eyes challengingly while his sparkle. "Are you… flirting with me?"

"That is not how I flirt but okay."

"You're being weird. Weird weird. Like super-duper weird."

"Says the one soaking my jeans, right now."

You want to scream. Instead, you let out a scandalized gasp, eyes widening. The effort it takes to bolt away means you must release Seokmin. Something that doesn't even cross your mind with the shame heating up your cheeks, mortification setting off every sirening alarm in your nervous system.

Your first mistake.

Countless other mistakes will be made after this, but looking back — could they really be watered down to just a mistake after the end results? Why you're even so embarrassed in the first place is beyond you. And your best friend has zero intentions of letting you get away from him.

The minute Seokmin's hands are freed, one flies to keep your hips pressed against his while the other gently braces your back. Lifting his torso up with insane core strength he clearly was lying about not having, you have no choice but to wrap an arm instinctively around his neck like a koala. Your other hand curls into a fist, clinging against the fabric straining with the flex of his chest muscles while simultaneously attempting to push him back in a futile effort.

"Breathe," Seokmin murmurs in mild concern. His eyes crinkle as he smiles encouragingly. "Breathe for me, babe."

You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath. If you inched any closer forward, your nose would brush against his, and leaning too far back would end up with him on top of you again.

"This is all your fault, babe."

"You're the one that started this in the first place, babe."

"All I wanted was to see your abs," your voice drops to a pathetic whisper, "babe."

"All you had to do was ask, silly."

"I did!"

To your horror, he leans in even closer with a devious smirk so his nose brushes tenderly against yours. "For yourself. Not others."

"What… what are you playing at Seokmin?"

"It's like you misinterpret everything I do on purpose."

"I — "

"If you think I'm just playing around you're sorely mistaken."

A beat of silence. "Then what are you doing?"

"Nothing," he says innocently even though the hand on your back trails upwards and not-so-innocently unclasps the bra underneath your shirt.

Your jaw drops. Of course, your modest top is still on and the shoulder straps keep your undergarment in place. Yet, you feel naked with the way Seokmin shamelessly ogles your covered chest and lets out a satisfied groan, pleased that you weren't wearing a sports bra. After all, it's not the first time he's done that for you — but it is under this strange context.

"Seokmin — "

"I'll do whatever you want me to do. Tell me." His voice is low, rougher than you've ever heard, causing tingles to shoot down your spine at the way he says your name. "I should take full responsibility for whatever happens."

His last sentence echoes over and over inside your head because yeah, what the hell is going to happen? — until you blurt out, "You find me attractive?"

Finally, Seokmin acts the way you expect and are familiar with, his shy demeanor coming out like sun rays peeking through overcast clouds. Bowing his head, forehead flopping on your shoulder, he admits defeat.

"As if that's even a question, goofball."

"No way — there's no way! My bestie, you, find me, your bestie, like. Hot?"

"Look, I know it's cliché to fall for your friend and all that stupid shit," he grumbles, "but you don't have to sound so shocked. I already know thanks to Mingyu."

You freeze. "Know what?"

"… You're really going to make me say it?" he laughs in disbelief and shakes his head against your shoulder, causing your loose strap to slide down. "When my pride's already in tatters?"

Urging Seokmin to pick up his head and look at you, you face his brown eyes straight-on and cup his flushed cheek. "What did Mingyu say that crushed your pride?"

He sighs. "He told you I liked you before I ever got the chance to say it myself to you."

Your eyebrows raise. "He did?"

"Yeah. And I thought you just. Well. I don't know, I thought you were just ignoring it out of consideration or something. Obviously. Since you didn't say anything."

"… All 'cause I was pretty sure he blabbered about accidentally spilling the beans to you about me liking you."

The both of you pause, silently cursing poor Mingyu. He did mean well. Somehow.

"You're joking right," Seokmin whispers, "is this real?"

"What makes you think it's not."

"Because you've only ever returned my feelings in my dreams."

Your pride swells at that, wrapping your arms around his neck daringly. "Dream about me often?"

He falls backward on the bed, taking you down with him with your bodies pressed tightly together. You admire his handsome features with renewed thirst while he shuts his eyes, no longer forcing yourself to view him through the platonic lenses you'd kept on for so long.

Then his eyes flash back open and you flinch at the burning desire blazing within them. He's never looked at you like that, at least not directly and it ignites the equal yearning you feel for him like a match.

"Yeah," he answers your teasing question, "I do."

Just the thought alone makes you dizzy. Your best friend, your sweet and lovely Seokmin who puts up with all your bullshit, laying here on this exact bed with thoughts of you consuming his mind. Pining for you. Wanting you. Shit, you think he deserves to have all his fantasies come true. And you're more than happy to help him out.

"What do we do in your dreams?"

"Everything. Anything."

An iron-clad grip will probably leave bruises behind but it's not enough to stop you from a slow, lazy grind of your hips. You sit up for more leverage, hands on his broad shoulders for support, watching with smugness oozing out of your smile as he struggles to continue his wholesome thoughts.

"Holding hands, cute dates, buying you pretty things… "

"C'mon babe," you tease, "what else?"

"Ah… " Seokmin sighs, throwing an arm over his face to hide his eyes though it can't hide the flush creeping up his neck, to his cheeks, and coloring his cute ears. "You know… "

"Nah, I don't. Not unless you tell me."

"… Just gets lonely in bed. At night. Cold."

"We've slept together before when I've stayed the night and vice versa."

"Mhm, but never with my dick inside of you."

You coo, trying to keep up your unbothered façade as though the quickening pace of your hips isn't making an insane mess of his lap.

"Poor little Seokminnie had to jerk off all by himself." Leaning down to whisper maliciously in the ear that isn't shielded by his elbow, "Or did you do it while I was laying next to you because you were so frustrated?"

"As if," he scoffs, "and I'm not sure what you mean by little."

Like a switch has flipped, two hands return and grip your hips, keeping them stationary. To prove his point hard, it's Seokmin's turn to grind his pelvis up into the moist heat of your covered cunt while holding you still to feel every agonizingly delicious drag of his cock. The way he can feel you pulse against him even through your thin shorts, the devastating whimper that leaves your mouth when the rough fabric manages to catch your clit just right make up for the mildly gross stickiness of precum inside of his jeans.

A sadistic grin leers at you, almost a snarl. Such a jarring contrast to the normally soft, fond looks you're used to and a shudder runs through your body at the shock, another rush of heated arousal dripping from your pussy.

It's cute, Seokmin thinks to himself, how you put up this act and think you're the one in control when it's really me, the one whose lap you're on.

"Can you even blame me?" he growls, not waiting nor expecting any answer as he sits back up, jostling your body in the process. "I was so good, so well-behaved in front of you. And yet you waltz around me with barely anything on all the damn time, flirting with all my friends in that skimpy bathing suit without a care in the world… "

You don't even know when you ended up on your back. Staring wide-eyed into Seokmin's narrowed ones, his eyelids fluttering as he recalls these memories, fist clenched and arms tense as he towers on top of you once again. He's panting, lower body still pressed against yours.

"Batting your eyelashes at me, giggling, grinding that sweet ass all over me on the dancefloor and then skipping away even though I wanted to touch you so badly… and if that's not torturing enough, constantly showing up in my dreams, always out of reach… So yeah, I'm just a little frustrated, sorry."

"I'm… I'm… I-I didn't know — "

"I know that. I know that and that's why I felt like utter trash. You didn't mean any of it and here I am throwing my disgusting fantasies on you."

"Don't say that," you plead and cup the side of his face, running your thumb repeatedly across his mole. "You're not trash, Seokmin. I wasn't thinking — I mean I didn't realize… I just — "

"Please," he interrupts suddenly, desperately begging. "Please tell me… if this… if this is going to be a spur of the moment, out of pity, and a one-time thing… please tell me you don't want this. That you don't want me — "

"I want to kiss you."

You watch his body tremble before he takes a deep breath, smiling up at him as his eyes gradually open. They blink owlishly at you, nearly crossing in his attempt to scan your face if he really heard you correctly as you guide him by the jawline close to your lips.

"I want you, Seokmin."

To be honest, you've never really imagined what it'd feel like to kiss your best friend. The movies you've watched make it out to be magical, enchanting, and something out of a fairy tale. Sure, maybe they're not wrong but the majority of entertainment is the bad boy turning sweet or a soft boy remaining a gentleman.

Nothing's prepared you for awakening the beast in a good boy.

He kisses you with a ferocity that steals your breath from the get-go. A sensual clash of teeth, tongue, spit, love bites, and nips. Seokmin always had an enjoyable, pleasing tone to his voice and it sounds even better when he's grunting and groaning in the laidback battle for dominance.

Somehow, your clothes are merely disheveled and not ripped off despite continual tangling and grabbing at each other. Once again, you find yourself back on top as you gasp for air — having to push him away when he chases after you for more kisses. If you thought he was pretty before, he's even lovelier with shiny, swollen lips and a dazed, hungry look in his eyes.

Despite pouting at the sudden distance, the man astonishingly looks at you like you've hung the stars in the sky. As if he's never seen the ugly sides of you, your lowest and most embarrassing moments. His gaze trails from where you sit on his thighs to the rise and fall of your heaving chest to your blown-out pupils with such appreciation and awe that your cheeks are set aflame.

Although maybe you're just seeing a reflection of your own adoration. Running your hand down the toned length of one of his arms, you intertwine your fingers together. A smirk returns to your face as he squeezes back, distracted.

"So, can I see your abs now?"

Seokmin groans your name and chews on his lip, uncertain. You shrug and toy with the hem of your own shirt before decisively pulling it over your head. A blissed-out sigh escapes his mouth at the reveal.

Your bra is undone — thanks to his earlier mischief — and barely covers your breasts. Threatening to fall off at the slightest move, you pretend to protect what little modesty you might have and keep it in place with a free hand.

"Tit for tat?" you tease.

He audibly gulps and you watch his Adam's apple bob. You wait patiently, letting him go at his own pace and back out if he wants. Though he does relent because he feels at comfort with you, revealing his gorgeous tan skin and upper body you hadn't seen in what feels like years.

"Omigod…" you gasp out and he cringes, upper body taut with nerves. "You've been hiding a six-pack away from the public for so long?"

"I — "

"I want to touch them."

"Why are you so obsessed with my abs?"

"'cause they're mythical. Like unicorns or… or Bigfoot."

"You're comparing me to a yeti?"

"Not yet…i!"

He rolls his eyes at the ridiculous pun. "I thought I was getting a 'tit for tat'?"

"Yeah," you nonchalantly slide off your loose bra and toss it somewhere on his bedroom floor. Seokmin doesn't even get to relish the bare sight of your tits for his own enjoyment because you're grumbling, "can't even show his best friend his fine ass abs," and he has to correct you.

"Maybe if I was your boyfriend, I'd show them to you all the time."

"Oh? Is that a promise? A threat? A distraction?"

"An offer. A suggestion even."

"It's pretty tempting," you play coy, "can I touch you if I say yes?"

"Only if I can touch you too."

"Then yes." Your pointer finger travels down the flexed crease of his skin to right above his belly button. "Can I see your dick now?"

"But I want… I'd like to… taste you."

"Later," you assure and daringly place a kiss above his waistband. Your hands tug at the belt when his hips stutter upwards. "Please?"

He's gone the moment you flutter your eyelashes at him and so are his ruined jeans. Discarded on the floor to join the growing number of other clothing when he says yes.

Even Seokmin himself would admit he is indeed too soft for you but his cock certainly isn't. Your eyes nearly bug out when it flops against his stomach, angry red and leaking tears of precum. He grits his teeth at how much it aches, perfect jawline even more prominent.

His self-esteem would have been dashed to pieces at the devastating frown on your pretty face but it's greatly inflated when all you can do is whimper out, "You're so big… "

"Yeah?"

Your best friend — no, now your boyfriend, you suppose — hisses when you blink at him.

"There's no way you're gonna fit."

"Hah, 's never been a problem before." Nails dig into his thigh, the little show of possession at the mention of his previous partners wickedly giving Seokmin another ego boost. He's quick to try and appease you though by saying, "don't worry, babe… let me prep and taste you, I'll make it fit I promise and you'll feel good."

"Fuckin' sweet talker." You feel a hand reach out to temptingly slip under the band of your shorts. "Everything about you is always so sweet."

"'m sure you taste even sweeter."

"Seokmin…"

"Hm?" His touch grows bolder at the moan of his name, squeezing at the plumpness of your ass. "Will you please let me have a taste? Just wanna help you out."

You won't be thinking I'm so sweet after this.

Eager to touch him, you nod and start to take off your shorts but Seokmin is faster. Nearly tearing them off your body in excitement and somehow managing to position your bare lower body right where he wants it.

Luckily, you're able to face his neglected cock. A shriek leaves your mouth, though, because the hardened tip of his tongue is searching for your clit, lathing and suckling on it when he does find it.

You try to focus on your prize but it's difficult with the vigor he's attacking your throbbing, needy pussy. Seokmin holds you up high enough that he can leave occasional nips on the inner crease of your hips before harshly licking and sucking up your messy arousal. Shaking his head back and forth with an animalistic growl, all you can do is resort to pitiful kitten licks and slobbering mindlessly on just the side of his cock.

The more you attempt to wrap your lips fully around the tip, the further down he brings you to his mouth until you're almost suffocating him. A brutal assault where you can only twitch your hips to which he agreeably grunts, gliding you across his open mouth ever so slightly. Unable to escape the throes of pleasure, not that you would want to — you give up and give in.

Tears fill your eyes as your body convulses and shakes, staring longingly at his cock through bleary eyes. Seokmin's muffled moans as he gladly helps you ride out your orgasm with your fluttering hole clamping around his tongue barely registering in your ears. You feel like you're floating while underwater in the most delicious of ways.

Seokmin manages to nudge you enough so he can catch his breath while waiting for you to come back to him. A fond smile on his lips when you're finally able to move and he helps you flop by his side.

"Why on earth are you a pussy-eating pro?"

"You keep complaining about things most people don't find fault in."

"I wanted to suck the life out of you, not the opposite." You reach for his cock again but he stops you — again — and rubs the back of your hand consolingly while he wipes the wet mess you'd left on his face with a smirk like a badge of honor he takes pride in. "Lee Seokmin!"

"Shhh, don't whine, baby. Almost there, I'll let you have my dick soon. Give it to you real good. Now that I've confirmed what a tight, good little pussy you have for myself, gotta make sure you're stretched out enough. Don't wanna hurt you."

"It already hurts, 'm so empty, 'min."

"Greedy," he snickers, knowing you're full of shit, and sits up. "After I just stuffed you with my tongue so well that you complained about it, now you want me again?"

"Always want you. Always have. Didn't realize it before but it's true. 'm sorry, Seokkie, need you so bad though."

"Lucky I like you so much. Now turn around, let me see that lovely ass of yours."

You do as he says, clambering up on all fours and arching your back prettily, looking over your shoulder to see what he'll do next.

The sight alone is a wet dream. He's licking his lips, brown eyes honed in on your puffy, seeping cunt until he's snapped out of the trance when he realizes you're watching him. He sticks out his tongue to pull a silly face and you shake your head in disbelief.

A finger traces up your spine before it turns into his palm pushing down between your shoulder blades so your cheek is pressed into the pillows. You can just feel the heavy heat of his cock but he pulls away before you can savor it for too long. A constant tease that leaves you whining again in frustration and wiggling your hips enticingly, a futile effort.

"I know you're desperate. 'm sorry, don't wanna cum too fast and disappoint you though."

"You won't disappoint me."

"Nope, I'll make it worthwhile. Promise. We can do whatever positions you want after this. I'd like to see you riding me like you do in my dreams, personally." Watching how you clench at his words, he chuckles. "Knew you'd like that too. Now, let's see…"

He slips a digit inside your hole muttering, "There we go," and adds another. And another. Three fingers explore your gummy inner walls and he hums in contemplating tones before he begins scissoring motions to get your pussy to further open up.

Your moans are muffled by the bed and Seokmin simply increases his pace to make them louder with a sneer of satisfaction you don't see. You do feel him kissing down the length of your spine, more love bites that make you squeal at each pinch.

"So cute and perfect. What 'm I gonna do with you?" he asks and pretends to understand the unintelligible garble to his rhetorical question. "Yeah, that's right, babe. Fuck you even more stupid than you are now 'cause it's what you deserve."

Retracting his fingers, licking them clean, and mumbling how pretty you are — then he's finally wrapping a veined hand around his even veinier cock to tease at your entrance.

He plays with your wetness, coating his tip with it and making both your mouth and pussy drool. And god, does Seokmin relish the vision before him.

You're everything to him and that thought alone makes him bite down on his lower lip, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. He doesn't want to fuck this up. Every muscle in his body tenses when he takes a deep breath and eases himself inside, enraptured with the way your soft pussy lips part and cling around his length to welcome him.

When he glances up to check how you're doing, he has to reign himself back from exploding or thrusting insensitively all the way in. The way your eyes roll up, a stain of drool left on his blanket, and the feeble thank you's followed by a filthy series of moans — he lets out a string of curses that would make even a depraved whore blush out of shyness.

"S'big, s'full," you hiccup, clenching and unclenching in rapid successions that has Seokmin wheezing, though he tries to comfort you.

"'m not even all the way inside, sweetheart. Bear with me, babe. Breathe. I've got you."

"Got me… hella fuckin' full."

"You can take it. I know you can." He pushes his hips forward a bit more. "There you go, sweetheart. Relax just a tiny bit… Yeah, that's it…"

Praises fall from his lips and you sob at both the goddamn stretch and unfathomable pleasure. You already feel him buried in your gut reaching spots you didn't even know existed by the time he's almost bottomed out for his pelvis to press temptingly against your ass — you're pretty sure you can feel him in your lungs at this point.

"S'deep…!"

"Feel so fucking good… d'ya need me to pull out a little, baby? You still with me?"

You answer him by bravely using whatever strength — or more like the urge for him to split you open and take it all because you want to be as good as he's telling you that you are for him — and push yourself back so he's fully seated within your tight cunt.

You're probably screaming if your raspy throat and ringing ears are anything to go by. He's panting and rubbing his forehead with a groan.

"Fuck, what are you so hot for?"

The air feels like it's been punched out of his lungs, the same way his cock is being suctioned and squeezed. In an effort to wrangle whatever control is left within himself, Seokmin focuses on your body and how it reacts. Laying over your arched back to press your bare bodies close together in an intimate fashion.

You can feel his necklace and its cool touch on your burning skin. The recollection of never seeing him without it since gifting it to him reignites a possessive streak in you and has your pussy pulsing around him more fervently. Suddenly you long to have his mark engraved on you permanently, etched into your body and soul just like the inanimate object.

It's almost a shame when he pauses to tug it free so it doesn't break and let it hang over your shoulder instead. Not that it matters much, for you'd only have a temporary imprint of a dog tag shape on your back.

As if he can read your muddled mind (he probably can), Seokmin makes up for it in his concentration to delay his dizzy cloud of absolute unbridled lust. He's already left many physical reminders of his touch where you'll definitely be sore later scattered around your body and as a bonus — bites down where your neck meets your shoulder.

(You have no idea how you'll explain the obvious teeth marks to your friends the next day but you know they'll know. Especially when Seokmin — the little shit that he is — shamelessly shows off the various marks you'll leave all over him later tonight.)

But you don't think about that right now, any and all thoughts consumed of him, him, and him. You're full. So full. Oh, how you ache to run your fingers across his gorgeous body the same way he's able to yours, sneaking a hand underneath to fondle at your breasts and tug at your nipples. You suppose that can wait, already inching toward another crashing orgasm when he's unable to stay still anymore and starts shallow, cautious thrusts.

"Mm, ah, 'min… Seok… min… "

"'m here baby, you're gonna cum for me already, aren't ya?" He pulls his dick out far enough to see the way your essence glistens and coats his length and then smoothly stuffs you full again. "Go on and cream on my cock, make me yours."

Shockingly you shake your head. "No, too soon!"

"S'kay, I know you can give me another one after. If you let go now, it'll feel even better after. You're still so tight, I can barely move."

You really can't believe you're about to climax so soon again. There's not really a choice to hold it off anyways, especially when his hand moves away from your tits and mercilessly rubs your clit. He could've just fucked your throat raw with how hoarse your voice is now with all the sounds he's drawn out of you.

As you recover from the fuzziness of a second orgasm, he'd taken out his cock that's basically gone numb at this point (he's not sure if that's a good thing or not), and appreciates the delectable view of how your hole has been stretched out perfectly in the shape of his cock to accommodate him so sweetly. It all screams I am Seokmin's and he fucking adores it. And you.

There's only one thing left to do. Paint you with the color white.

"You ready for me?"

You breathlessly huff out a yes but honestly, you're unsure if you will be able to handle another peak without passing out. Seokmin soothes you, whispering that this will be the last one for this round accompanied by two chaste kisses on each of your shoulder blades. So wonderful and perfect, he reminds and suddenly you can do anything he asked of you.

Which is good because he's finally snapping his hips hard and fast with better ability, drilling into your warm, wet pussy he calls his that confirms that ownership itself with filthy noises of agreement and gushes of more arousal. You moan out a mix of yes, yours, and his name — growing so fucked out that when he asks you where you want him to cum, all you do is feebly bounce your asscheeks against his abs when he refuses to move.

"Shit, you gotta tell me now or I'll… fuck, I'll do it inside. I-I know you're on the pill but… "

"Please…"

"You'd look pretty with it all over your back but also spilling out of your pussy… "

"If you don't cum right now anywhere… I'll cry."

"You're already crying." His thumb brushes at the trail of tears that spilled over your eyelids.

"Seokmin…!"

"'m sorry, let me give you what you want."

His hips resume slamming at a rapid pace, hitting deep within that magic bundle of nerves without fail. Stars swim in your vision and the mind-numbing pressure twisting in your lower gut builds up without warning.

It's a silent scream this time and a peak that doesn't seem to end. As your body violently shudders and shakes for what feels like hours at its intensity, Seokmin's release is triggered. Gently thrusting as you spasm around him, milking his cock as it starts to fill you up with a comforting warmth. In a daze, he's forced out by the end of your explosive orgasm and watches with a slack jaw in awe.

He's managed to leave beautiful lines of white across your ass and back as intended. Though the bit he'd left inside of you is mostly expelled by you squirting and coating his thighs with your release, if he looks close enough, there are still globs of cream left around the outer lips of your cunt that has him groaning.

"This is better than what I've dreamt about."

"Of course. Real thing is always better."

"In this case, yes."

"… Do you still think I'm sweet?"

"… Somehow, yes."

Seokmin laughs as you collapse flat against the bed. You need to clean up but both of you can afford to rest a little first. He lays down next to you on his side, bringing you into his arms and you immediately snuggle your face into his chest before fixing him with a serious gaze.

"I don't get it."

He stiffens in fear. "Wh-what?"

"You fucked your previous partners, right?"

"Um… most… of them… "

"Like this?"

"Uh… " he narrows his eyes. "What… what do you mean?"

"There's no way they would've wanted to let you go if you got a stroke game and stamina this good. Unless you were just too much of a beast in the sheets — which I could understand."

His arms tighten around you. "I'm sorry, did I go too hard on you? I just didn't wanna cum too fast."

"No, you're insane but it was… incredible. You're the unreal one here."

"Didn't expect that when you harassed me about my abs, huh?"

"I did not harass you and of course not, did you?"

"No, but… I'm glad it did. You… don't… you don't regret it, do you?"

"No, why would I?" He breathes out a tiny sigh of relief which has you raising an eyebrow but you continue on. "I don't get why they didn't try harder to stick around. I mean you're perfect. In all aspects. I one-hundred-percent mean that."

"They weren't you, though. I'm sincere when I say you've always been the one. I was just afraid…"

"You're a damn good actor, you know that. I had no idea."

Your favorite smile beams at you. "I did major in theater. And we're both kinda idiots."

You slap at his chest playfully and he covers your hand with his. "I like you too, you know that? Like really mean it when I say I do. Even if you just obliterated my fucking vagina out of existence."

"There's no way, I most certainly did not." He kisses your forehead. "'cause you still have to ride me like promised."

"I don't think I'll be able to."

Your eyes close, ignoring Seokmin's gasp of shock and protests about cleaning up. He can tell you're pretty exhausted and acquiesces, shifting you into a position more comfortable for you to be able to doze off for a bit.

But you take that opportunity to spring to life, sucking the nastiest hickey on his neck right above his silver chain. One that will take weeks to heal. He lets out a moan as you do it and when you back away, the atmosphere has heated up again.

"You're giving me a hard time," he points out with an eyebrow wiggle and you giggle.

Urging him to roll over, you lug your aching limbs up and over so you can straddle his upper body. Adding more and more love marks and bites on his chest, neck, and arms. It's your turn to stake a hushed claim of mine whispered into his ears that you nip at. And he giggles, loving the attention you're showering him with.

His cock is stirring to life under your ministrations as is another pool of arousal swirling in your gut. Despite the hiss of oversensitivity and slight pain you both feel, you ease his length back inside. Nearly crying out because this new angle means he's stuffed in you even more, you don't know if he can fit until you're gasping in relief once you're successful.

He tentatively brushes his fingers against the bulge that appears in your lower tummy, wanton moans erupting from both of you at the gesture. It sends chills down your spine and you shiver.

"Gonna have to help me move, dunno if I have enough strength to make your dreams come true."

"S'kay, we have forever to act them out again and again," he reassures you which erases your pout. "You'll get used to me with enough practice."

"You think so?"

"Well, we can only test that theory to make sure."

You giggle as he pulls you in for a tender kiss by the back of your neck. "You're naughtier than I could've ever imagined."

"But you love it. You love me." His smug look only grows at your agreeing hum and when he flexes his abs. "Now, shall we see if all the work I put into my abs is worth it, babe?"

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muscleloverz69 · 9 months ago

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Jock Juice

Ned was very anxious about moving into his dorm. Without knowing anyone at the university he had no choice but to go random and as luck would have it the only spots left were in the athletes housing. Ned had no interest in sports and found jocks completely obnoxious. Being a nerdy gay man Ned tried his best to steer clear but now his hands were tied. When Ned walked into his room he was met by a total jock.

Jack was well over 6 feet tall with a square jaw, biceps that stretched the sleeves of his tee and pants that left little to the imagination. Ned was embarrassed when he felt his dick twinge but he quickly ignored it. “Hey bro you must be the roomie, sup.” Jack extended a fist which Ned awkwardly bumped.

Jack turned out to be not nearly as bad as Ned was anticipating. Actually he was pretty nice. He did come back really late from parties and his football gear was littered around the entire room but Ned enjoyed being able to watch Jack change from the corner of his eye. Ned was being driven crazy, staring at the bulging muscles and broad figure of his roommate.

One day as Jack pulled off his pants after a day of classes, he noticed Ned staring at his big bulge. “Hey dude it's ok to look, I’m actually gay too.”

Ned felt his face go red but his mind was reeling from the revelation. “Oh sorry-.” Jack interrupted, “Seriously dude it's fine honestly I’d be down to have some fun with you but you need to know something first.”

Ned couldn’t believe his ears, “You’d want to fuck me?”

“Yeah but dude the thing is I have a curse.”

Ned looked confused as Jack explained, “I used to be a nerd just like you but one day I fucked a jock and now I look like this.” Jack flexed one of his thick biceps.

“Now whenever someone comes in contact with my fluids they become a jock too, it doesn't matter what they looked like before, nerds, girls, old guys they all become jocks.”

Ned stared at his sexy roommate for a moment, he couldn’t be serious, this had to be some kind of prank but he didn’t care. Ned crossed the room and pulled Jack into a deep kiss. Ned laughed in his head for a minute before he felt a gentle fog fall on his brain. Jack pushed Ned off “Bruh I wasnt fucking with you, are you ok.”

“Bro--I mean Jack, I feel fine I think. Whatever, I'm going to bed.” Ned wanted to die. He thought Jack was a nice guy. Why would he pull such a mean prank, although he had no idea why he called Jack bro.

The next morning Ned woke up earlier than usual. He looked himself down in the mirror, he looked the same. Since he woke up early though Ned decided he might as well do something productive and went over to the campus gym.

Ned got to the gym and quickly remembered he had no idea what he was doing. That’s when Jack came up to him, “Hey bro, sorry about last night I guess you’re into the gym now, need some help?”

“Uh sure that’d be cool dud--Jack thanks.”

The two guys worked out together for the next couple hours, after Jack handed Ned a towel and as he did his sweaty hand brushed into his roommates. Ned hardly took note but did feel very tired from the workout.

Ned and Jack walked to the showers together. Ned started rubbing his body down with soap as he noticed some muscle he didn’t remember having. Nowhere near as much as Jack but his shoulders did seem broader, his chest protruded out just a bit, and his abs were showing. As he continued soaping his body he noticed his dick. It was throbbing hard and not only that it looked larger than he ever remembered it. Ned was hit with an overwhelming burning lust. He furiously started jacking off in the shower before cumming all over the tile floor.

Meanwhile Jack felt worried about Ned. He knew the kiss from the night before would result in some minor changes but as long as he was careful it didn’t have to go further unless he knew that’s what Ned wanted. Jack was torn though cute nerds like Ned were exactly his type and he wanted nothing more than to worship that thin nerdy body.

Later that night Ned tried to study for his Calc exam but couldn’t remember anything. He was sure the questions must have been written wrong because nothing made sense. On top of that all he could think about was Jack’s body. He was losing his mind.

Ned stood up and faced Jack who was mindlessly scrolling on his phone. “Bro I need you inside me.” Jack met Ned’s start

“You sure bro?”

Ned jumped on top of Jack quickly ripping off his pants revealing muscular thighs and an almost footlong dick. Jack yelped in surprise but couldn’t stop himself from letting Ned’s tongue slide down his shaft. Jack’s hips bucked as Ned got face fucked. Pre entered Nick’s mouth, causing his biceps to enlarge to 18 inches, his face sharpened into a chiseled look although Jack could hardly notice as Nick deepthroated his monster dick.

Jack began moaning louder, gripping Nick’s enlarged muscular ass before cumming right down Nick’s throat. Nick swallowed load after load before rolling off to the side. Nick felt an even heavier fog descend on his brain. All he could think about was sports, working out and, bussy.

Nick got up and tried to put on his tee shirt which was now skin tight. “Dude that was fuckin sick!” Jack was still laying in bed disappointed. Jack stared at Nicks new thick cock and massive muscles uninterestedly. Jack was really only attracted to nerds.

Nick laughed “Bro I gotta find some other nerd to blow me.”

#jock tf #nerd to jock #flexing #gay #male transformation #personality change

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chocsra · 1 year ago

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"Birds in the House of Flies."

15! Chuuya x gn! asa mitaka! reader

A/N: genuinely sorry but im gonna have trouble posting since tests are a BITCH DAMN, im sorry if u sent a request itll take some time thank you guys 😭 ALSO SORRY AB THE ONE BED TROPE THINGY IM STILL WORKING ON IT WILL BE POSTED TMRW . also asa mitaka is like the only character i kin besides shoko 😭 thank uuuu for the request 🙈

content: based off the building scene in csm, oneshot, slight angst?, pre-relationship, holding hands 🥺, ooc, mentions of suicide, mafia chuuya, civilian reader, slight crack, fluff mentions of girl once

"Fuckin' hang on!!"

Those three words echoed loud in the cold air admist the darkness below your figure, each passing second felt more like an anomaly than the present taking over it's future. A dark whirling pressure pulls you down more, a completely dark void which surrounded you fully, an emptiness that induced fear, unknowingness, it was uncanny.

Despite the dreading pull along your feet, the same body parts you hated for walking - it walked you to your worst and hated places, it held you up when you would much rather decompose in the filth of your bed, something clung onto your hand and held you up even when the only vision you see is a complete reflection of your thoughts, empty.

Sometimes, you hated touch - that was a lie, you hate touch. You hate it when you get a hug that held no value, you hate it when others send warmth to your body, your cold, without any second thought. However, the hand that held yours somehow felt like holding a mug of hot tea, like intaking hot soup relaxingly burning down your throat.

The warmth that held you was a boy, you noticed the ivory complexion laced upon his warm hands, a different feeling than when he was wearing cold, leather gloves. "Dude- you gotta be shittin' me.." a husky voice sighs from the other side, hands deeply clung onto your own in a gravitational pull.

"I'm okay with falling! Just let me go.." you mumble, now you wouldn't have to meet expectations, or feel the dread of waking up ij the morning. You watched as the ability you were trapped in completely used your greatest fear against you; the dark.

You weren't sure how you got into this situation, when you were younger - some people were gifted with special abilities that defy science, yours was no different; but instead of joining an organization to be against or with humanity, you lived your life as somebody normal would.

Only now, your ability got sold for a high price on the black market, not only do criminals desire your skill, but government workers too; strangers from fucking hell. You were taken into the backropes of the Port Mafia, reigning from Yokohama, Japan; the wish was to transport you back to Yokohama in one piece, fuifilled by a trusted mafioso, Nakahara Chuuya.

He was like any other boy your age, he was a nice guy, actually; just in the wrongest, most immoral line of work, at the ripe age of what, sixteen?

And to you, a normal student, the normalization of superpowers was pretty crazy. Nakahara Chuuya was a shithead that showed you of that, he was chill but aggressive, moral but immoral, small but incredibly strong?

"No way I'm lettin' ya go, you're fuckin' crazy!!" he shouts, pulling your limp body up from the void, you pensively look down at the endless pit, reminicing moments where you were at peace. "I'm not crazy, you are! And stop fucking swearing!!" you scream back, dangling yourself and grasping onto the leather sleeves of his jacket.

"You stop fuckin' swearing!"

"Nuh-uh!!"

A heavy silence filled the void, and the sudden tug from his hands. "The ability uses your darkest fear against you, why the hell did you willingly fall?!" the boy shouts back, a little crack in his voice emerged, causing you to lower your eyebrows in slight embarrassment. "Because why would I keep living and fufill expectations I never asked to recieve?!" you answer, eyes flitting to every corner possible in that dark void, a star, a light - no, only his hand. "You can't be serious - I get it! Life is a bitch, doesn't mean you hafta kill yourself!" he argues, pulling you upwards as you dangle your body weight down.

"I am not killing myself!" you hiss, listening as Chuuya retorts with a scoff. "Yeah, you just let yourself fuckin' fall." he chews on his bottom lip stressfully, "Think of all the amazing shit you can live for; dogs, puppies, smoking!!"

"Gross!! Don't you know how much damage that smoking causes your lungs?!" you shout back, the sleeve of your uniform cuffing onto your held up arm. "Fine - alcohol!" Chuuya clicks his tongue, trying to find out luxuries of life. "That's disgusting! The blurry lines between a social drinker and an alcoholic are extremely thin!" the boy tightens his grip in annoyance, "What the hell do ya even like?! Parties?"

"Parties are a mix of sweat and loud noises that give me migraines! Not everyone is a fuckin' gangster, y'know?" the redheaded boy sighs begrudgingly, attempting to pull you up. "..I don't know what girls like, clothes...?" you pause and rub your temple with your free hand, "Just let me go already! Nobody has it worse than me!"

"Fuuck!" Chuuya groans at your dismissal, "I'll tell ya what I'm living for - I saw weird shit until I woke up in the real world when I was like 8?! Now there's a God living inside me!!" you grew silent, ".. I'm not your therapist!" you stammer, causing the boy to hiss. "[Y/N]! Let me help you so I can find out about the past I've never had." you bit your lip torn, hearing as the void went silent.

From the minimal interactions you shared with the ginger, his actions always seemed barricaded, as if he were put behind glass his whole life. And from his story, it seemed pretty right. He's far too loyal with that mafia, and blames himself for the short coming of his old organization. 'Nobody has it worse than me!' rung through your mind, god, how you internally facepalmed. You hated being touched, but you were sort of touched; and as selfish as you were, or are, you had to dress another morning successfully waking up.

"..Or else Ima call the God - O' grantors, of dark dispa-"

"Fuck! You can help me, alright?!"

#Spotify #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #15 chuuya #spotify #bsd x reader #15 light novel bsd #chuuya x reader #chocsra #asa mitaka #asa mitaka reader #csm #csm reader

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gildeddlily · 10 months ago

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EPISODE 7!!!!!

(spoilers ofc)

-"son of poseidon and murderer of travelers" *silly elevator music*

-"our parents make it so hard, stretching us and twisting us and" and I didn't know I could empathize with him of all people but again this show is something else!!! aaaand he's dead!!!

-THEY DIDN'T KILL HIM WHAT

-the french national anthem?

-SALLY AND KID PERCY

-the underworld is so cool like what

-LITTLE PERCY NOT GETTING THE REFERENCE AND THEN ANNABETH NOT GETTING THE SAME REFERENCE EITHER

-i hope they're don't cut the "I want an higher salary" scene

-SILLY MUSIC AGAIN???? THAT'S THE FUCKING HADES

-"you're not dead" "I mean *shrug" we're all dying🥰🥰"

-"you can buy a new whistle" PERCY

-they cut the "I want an higher salary to buy expensive italian suits" scene💔

-MY DARLING CERBERUS IS HERE oh my fucking god he's so cool what is this

-he just wants cuddles!!!!! and he almost ate Grover BUT HE JUST WANTS CUDDLES

-HADES I'M ABOUT TO SEE MY MAN I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MY MAN grover what do you mean you lost the pearl WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S IN THE DOG

-"you're not getting left behind... period 😘"

-IS HE TRYING TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF AGAIN

-what is this WHO ARE THESE QUEENS regrets? I'm smelling angst

-annabeth angst? again? more? leave her alone

-NOW SHE'S TRYING TO SACRIFICE HERSELF

-19 minutes is that bastard kronos ab to show up?? I don't want him to!!!

-knonos' pit and Grover almost falling in it? that was fucking scary (the way they adapted it? perfect)

-THE BOLT? NOW?

-"zeus is just gonna have to wait" i couldn't possibly explain just how much I love Grover

-little percy is making me cry. like genuinely cry. "why are you trying so hard to get rid of me? I would never do this to you" SHE ISN'T DARLING PLEASE how the hell can this boy make cry every two minutes

-minute 24, going crazy 😊🔥

(made a downtown abbey pause!!!) (like three hours) (here again!!!)

-IM ABOUT TO SEE MY MAN

-HERE HE IS

-why is he so silly

-i thought it was Persephone bc of the heels 😭

-"uh?" IM CRYING

-his reaction at kronos' name- won't say anything else- his daddy issues and eyebrows are what made it for me

-"I'll protect you, you and your mother. and the goat" come on dude

-what is sally doing I'm sorry IS THIS POSEIDON

-this is actually heartbreaking. sally asking him if he wants to see Percy and then quiet and then fucking thunder. and the way he said "you're his mother" knowing that his fucked up dna will never compare to what sally gave percy- everything she had and I just can't. I can't. loved the way they wrote them. i hate you rick but you're a good writer

-ARES I LOVE YOU BUT PLEASE

#pjo #percy jackson spoilers #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson tv show #sally jackson #live reaction #hades pjo #poseidon pjo

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powerfule · 6 months ago

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OKAY BTR (show) AND WATERPARKS CROSS OVER

Awsten could be besties with Kendall knight cause they are both leaders and have bigass eyebrows. Awsten struggles with not being in control of things, esp when it comes to music- Just like Kendall who struggles when he's not in control either (He's literally plan guy what can you expect.) Kendall and Awsten both have the last name Knight so yeah… And Awsten would be good friends with james just cause they both wear shirts with their friends on it.

Geoff could probably be friends with Logan- ONLY BECAUSE i think Geoff would go crazy over Zelda and like not stfu about it to Logan, and Logan would not stfu about Venus in return. it's like a mutual thing they'd somehow relate it- like Logan starts ranting about Venus not having moons and Geoffs all like "moons? majoras mask are COMING" in return.

i think Otto would get along with James but only because the only thing they have in common is abs. then they'd fight to the death probably. Like I can see Otto hating James cause of his BIGASS EGOOOOO.

Carlos can get along with like anyone so. I feel like he'd be best friends with Geoff just cause I see Geoff as this slow asf tired man and Carlos as someone who's super hyper and always moving- so the dynamic is classic.

DUDE AND CARLOS AND LOGAN HAVE THAT GOOD LUCK PATROL THING- I CAN JUST IMAGINE OTTO AND AWSTEN JOINING IN ON THAT IN A HEART BEAT. THEY'D BE BESTIES JUST FOR THAT. Cause Awsten would be like "I NEED SOME LUCK!! MY LIFE SUCKS!!!" And Logan and Carlos would be like "join us." THEN AWSTEN would tell Otto about this and Otto would be like "Tf?" but Awsten would somehow convince Otto to join….

okayyyy that's enough rambling for nowwww I'm gonna shut up for like…. a time…

#waterparks x btr #I'll think about this more laterrrr when I'm not starving and stressing #also im taggin this trashly cause erm um eeemmmm ummmm i dont think anyones this niche....

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jaggedwolf · 5 months ago

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pll rewatch 2x01-2x03

new season, a forced separation, an unexplained greenhouse set

the introduction of one Dr Anne Sullivan. Shares a name with Helen Keller's instructor for no discernible reason, she is played by an actor known to the contemporaneous recappers I've been reading, because more than one of them go "Oh, it's Annabeth Gish!"

She was in 27 episodes of The X-Files and 6 episodes of The West Wings, both shows I'd expect TV recappers to have watched

Another sleepover, featuring the liars revolting against the strength of Spencer's coffee

They don't even get to have coffee because all non-military and non-Tom parents are assembled to tell the girls (1) yeah we think you're making shit up (2) you have to go to grief counseling because you are too obsessed with your friend's death

Our 2010s suburban teenagers are like we don't want to go therapy because we are not crazy (note: Spencer and Hanna are most negative on this topic)

Emily is traumatizing herself by rewatching the Jenna-Toby video, and then gets traumatized by Pam letting a broker go "get rid of all personality from this room asap". Pam work on your scheduling

Spencer on one couch while her parents + Melissa are on the opposite: will this framing ever change?

I'm just saying, in the supposedly unlikely event your daughter and her friends aren't lying...she almost fucking died! Give her a little comfort!

Caleb's apology is very good sad boy, but more than that or Hanna not getting back with him, what I enjoy in this early season era is that there is no secret noble motivation. He did a shitty thing for selfish reasons, because he dismissed everyone involved as rich pretty girls, it isn't more complicated than that and doesn't need to be

Spencer trying on sexy(?) shirts for Toby when it's like. The dude's hair has gotten worse and you know he just put on a random t-shirt and jeans. Also he won't care.

Anw the show has remembered that Toby and Emily are friends. would love for them to be able to hang out without a Spencer motivator, but you know, custody's been transferred

It is a sweet scene, I like Toby immediately taking out his knife and Emily going :0 and Toby going it's okay, I've already gotten my teen carpenter upgrades, I will fix it up (and he does, as we see in the background later)

only Ezra comment is that they painted on his abs LOL please that man does not go to the gym

Jar of Hearts plays as all the girls are really emo about Sullivan-endorsed and parent-enforced separation between them. love that they are so distraught by this

and Spencer freaking out so badly once she hears a sound outside. Spencer :(

I say "parent-enforced" very loosely because all four girls sneak out at night to meet at a greenhouse. It's a great-looking set but where is this greenhouse whose is this greenhouse why is this greenhouse. Is this a public property. Did they break into the local botanical gardens.

It's probably abandoned. Classic.

Okay later episodes show them constantly passing Alison's house when leaving the greenhouse. Do Spencer's parents own a greenhouse nearby.

Emily should be more upset about her laptop being wiped, beyond the videos, like that's all her shit!!!

okay i guess Emily doesn't use her laptop that much, I am projecting

very funny to me that the first Emily/Samara scene this season is at a swim meet. does Paige notice this or is she too busy going insane because there is a scout here and her dad is going well there's the scout too bad you aren't anchor huh

Probably she does not notice because she is laser-focused on swimming and in her "ignore Emily unless we are literally doing a relay together" era. Good/bad for her

Sorry you will continue to get my theories on what Paige is up to when not on-screen. Until I crack and fic it.

Random break-ins happen, reported by Pam. god 2024 pam would be on NextDoor huh

A ring camera would solve a lot of problems in rosewood

Toby is the saddest unemployed boy in the world and Spencer would like to be his sugar mommy. 100% believe Spencer would be good at that

Honestly who cares if she lost Melissa's ring, Melissa sucks, so does Ian, the Hastings can easily afford another ring.

Spencer saying "I wanted to say it first" in response to Toby's ILU and still not saying "I love you too"....Spencer will Win even at love

Aria got fucking shoved into that lamp holy hell, forget her wrist her torso probably should get iced

Samara and Emily have a conversation about first girlfriends

Samara is already kind of boring, I'm surprised they don't kiss in this episode

There's a flashback where Spencer and Emily were going to have a sleepover before Ali crashed. i should be commenting something intelligent about this being the rare chink in Ali's armor, instead i want to know everything about flashback-era Spemily sleepovers

Look it's rare evidence of the liars having individual friendships back then, and they are quite cute in their little sleepover outfits of Spencer's pajamas and Emily's hoodie

Spencer is so fragile-looking when she asks Melissa if she'd protect her....oh Spencer, I'm glad you have Toby and his abs right now

I am also glad you have nightmares where you discuss theories with your friends at the movie theatre while a black-and-white horror film plays. Going to count this as Emily influence

Emily tells her mom it's Paige calling when the landline rings and Pam goes sure and moves on, and like, I have so many questions. obviously the Fields and the McCullers know each other from the swimming but last time Pam saw Paige's dad, he was being a real dick.

has Emily told her mom that Paige isn't a real dick, was Pam at home when Paige came over in 1x20? many possibilities, given that Pam is not confused or disturbed by the phone call claim

Emily you could have said any random swim teammate

I still really like the Aria-Jenna scene, that Aria's forced to listen to what Jenna lost and that Jenna is tricked into revealing this vulnerability to one of the liars - very pretty lighting here too

Hanna's plot is kinda whatever to me these episodes, it's her parents flirting, Mona, Lucas

I like that she and Lucas are friends again already, but I am doubtful of her strategy in getting Lucas a date. love him and Caleb being bros though, I wonder what Caleb wanted from the hardware store

When A was petting the dog all I could think was that in a darker show, A would've snapped that dog's neck at the end of it...

Pam talks to Emily about her sexuality again after looking at Emily's kid stuff and that makes Emily tear up the forged letter - I forgot that Pam brings it up of her own accord here, and it is nice that don't have it be and all settled thing after yelling at Nick McCullers

was distracted in the whole car scene about the forged letter because (1) is this the first hanna-aria-emily scene we get where it's not because spencer is off somewhere else getting almost murdered? (2) hanna somehow thinks emily's forgery skills can get her into harvard. hanna wants emily to re-use a stamp from an old letter she has. hanna what the hell

#pll #pll watching #mine #pll s2 #pll 2x01 #pll 2x02 #pll 2x03

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The HSR finale really confirmed my suspicion with Boris eventhough I was somewhat surprised with Lyuba's involvement with the whole act. From kidnapping Nick, orchestrating Amir's murder, killing people for blood sacrifices, and accusing Noah for attacking him. Too bad Nick was heavily traumatized and MC also had to deal with accusations at some point.

I always find it strange everytime fans go crazy for him. Boris showed signs of manipulative tendencies pretty early in the book. Lying, love bombing, playing victim, using flattery, and gaslighting. It doesn't help that he got superiority complex. Sure, he's courteous and respectul to MC but he did that out of necessity and probably habit. This dude is a whole red flag in pretty packaging. Thank goodness he played himself in the end. He could compete with Amrit, really. I can't believe I'd say this but I have more respect for Amen because he acknowledge how bloodthirsty he is. Boris is basically Mehmed (DLS) 2.0 based on how he carry himself. No wonder fans would flock over him. I don't mind people liking red flag LIs but SOME FANS WILL STILL DEFEND HIM after all the things he did. They can't deal with the squad for what they've done to MC yet people out here will let Boris slide? Just say you like red flag my goodness. Sorry for ranting because i can't hold it anymore. Heck, I might wanna see a discussion about this. It's been plaguing my mind lately due to personal experience.

(In non-friendship route, Boris tried to choke MC to death but Dmitry shot him in the head. It was pretty satisfying 👍)

i just don't understand what is so compelling about that man other than being a mediocre (i would argue ugly) rich white man. i'm unsatisfied with him as a character or a person because he's not interesting either way.

i would've grudgingly understood the hype if he had any intriguing motives or backstory but no? 'i felt empty inside' okay get in line? edit: i reread that scene and hmm. i can give some 6s ig

i've seen people talk about the dynamic between lane and boris which is? what exactly? they've had maybe two conversations where he immediately indirectly professes his love. lane literally came to the realization that all his courtesy was just so that she'd feel indebted to him for his kindness. that entire noah plot point was for him to play hero and make lane believe he's the only one on her side. what about any of this is appealing or romantic? oh but he said 'it was sincere' like STAND UPPP is this who we are. is this where our standards are. lane thinking i'll never see him again i'll never talk to him agaim girl thank GOD? im genuinely so confused.

i wish the reveal was expanded on a bit more :( the potential was there but it was brushed over so quickly there was almost no emotional impact (id argue this ab the entire finale)

i hope the s2 guy isn't a li we've had enough of white men (and men period) in hsr. give us a cunt serving woc!!!

btw what did you think about the finale? are you satisfied? were you gagged? any nitpicks?

#asks #anon #not the amen stray i giggled #hope everything is okay w you 🫶 since you mentioned it was from a personal experience #and god someone find me those ss of him getting shot

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nathaniacolver · 23 days ago

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i have so many thoughts on this bc i also liked the series well enough (ep 4 was the BEST) and i'm not even surprised that some dudes already have their youtube video essays up ab how woke it is

men are so crazy bc like they fell in love with "the old lara" or "lara from the video games" for, like, all the exact reasons that make her a lesbian/ace icon?

her blasé, wisecracks-filled, no fucks given attitude paints her as a proud asexual and yet you want her so badddddd like STAND UP!!!!!! she wouldn't even look at you and you're delusional to think so

(one of the themes of the show is that she's even, like, the shittiest friend (until she gets better). you don't want her!!!!!)

i've seen so many comments that say "they made her too soft" when she was just dealing with her trauma and it's like.....okay so you were basically attracted to the one-dimensional, bury-all-feelings, workaholic, basically masculine character (lesbian-ness)? or you hate all of that, so you just objectified her to her boobs? what's the issue here

(btw i DO think men are attracted to women that "don't show signs/acknowledgment of trauma" because then the man thinks he can inflict psychological damage like no other with no consequence BUT that's a different story)

like let's be for real. what's the character difference between lara and indiana jones, except that indy explicits loves women.......yeah.......think about that my guys. (i know y'all were IN LOVE with him too!!!!!!!!!)

like......who's gonna tell these men that they're actually just...gay??

also, the muscles thing. sir you were making her do repeated sideways flip-jumps while shooting at that dinosaur (a move which was shown in the show, btw). she's regularly swimming underwater in likely high-pressure caves. you made her hop and run and climb up obstacles, heck i know some of you made her swing on those stupid bars for eternity. you know what all that gymnastics requires? gymnastics muscles. y'all ever seen simone biles?

People, please tell me theres somebody out there that likes the series of Tomb Raider: The Legend of Lara Croft

Please, PLEASE tell me universe that this world not full of people just hating the fact that a woman who is a TREASURE HUNTER and knows martial arts and fights with other people, has muscles. Please please please, prove me wrong

PLEASE

#something something a dad raises his oldest daughter to be everything he wishes his wife was #and then BAM she turns out a lesbian like???????#you played yourself my guy #sorry you trained me to be masculine in all the ways you yearned for in a partner #i could write an essay but let me collect some data first *pukes as i watch all those woke videos*#tomb raider #tomb raider: the legend of lara croft #ANSWERING THE SOS CALL BTW

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under the cut bc it's long, all from @pink-chevalier

“Went from DSL to 5G internet (which me being in the sticks, being surrounded by 3 towers = all the speed).” Dude, I didn’t know you had internet like that! I gotta connect the damn internet cable whatever that bitch is called just to play siege. (Give me a second I’m copying and pasting my notes)

yuppp. It's the main reason why there's a bunch of gifs now. would NOT have been able to do anything with the internet i used to have. I'm still running speed tests just to see the meter be on the right side, lol

I've been on the struggle bus for SO long 😭😭😭

“Hey. Charles? He may be unhinged. Just a little bit.” Only a tiny bit? Him and Daniel remind me of the scientists that tend to go too far or lose whatever was left of their morality to play God. It’s crazy how easy they can develop some sort of God complex when dealing with things they don’t understand or believe that whatever they are experimenting on is not the same as them. Sometimes I think those kinds of scientists are one step away from diving into the pool of of becoming serial killers.

it makes you wonder and maybe this raises a huge question for all of them -- just how the fuck did they get here in the first place? And you figure, they're getting away with a lot of shit because they're in such a trusted position in trying to help John. (and I truly say in the loosest sense possible.) When -- definitely not a matter of if -- it goes down, their excuse can be like "oh, unfortunately circumstances blah blah blah" when it was really "whoops we tortured him a bit too much our bad.

Charles definitely has a God complex and... well. I shan't say. Daniel is more relunctant but he still does it anyway. Dunno if that's a sunk cost fallacy with him or if he's just spineless.

“That said… you think The Werewolf might be holding back on that? Do you think it’s actually messier than that?” Something tells me that it has to be a lot messier. Because even though it is a lot of blood and yeah it looks like shit hit the fan, you can’t tell me that it was so neat. Even real life murders can become ten times more messier with blood in the ceiling. (Really reminding me of Patrick Bateman from American psycho when he got his raincoat on)

it does look way too clean 🤔but part of that is not me having enough blood splatter CC at the time. There's a little more (and also I may just do some editing). I know it's niche but anyone who does horror cc in any way, please make some more blood related things please and thank.

But I have good authority that The Werewolf's holding back.

I don’t know I feel like there was more but the werewolf is trying not to traumatize John or the audience which I can respect.

I like to think that The Werewolf said that basing off of the knife memory and John's reaction to it -- which was very understandable as it was very explicit (the other half of it that wasn't shown to us/the audience). Even then, he still gives plenty of chances for John (and to some extension us/the audience) to bail out. He's mindful, I'll give him that.

The file name I gave John during the conversation was "go king, give us nothing.blend”. Not us having the same damn braincell.

I try to name my files something silly every once in a while :)

It’s good to see that the werewolf was able to make a door in the first place! It shows a lot of how far he’s come and that he can do that at least. The handle can come much later when he’s ready to open it or close it since he should be taking baby steps. There is no need to rush all of this and the werewolf should focus on what it means to him making that handle happen. Like is he ready to open it to relive what happen, to truly expose himself or does he want to leave it close and ignore that part of himself. Both of them are okay to do because as humans we need time to open or close a door, no matter how fast we want to do that there’s no point in stumbling out or in something.

Yes! He's able to make doors but his main issue is keeping it there or if it is there, the knob's not working. That door in the memory was summoned out of survival and he thought of the most simplest type (which means that he's seen it at least once. 🤔). The knob was more or less that John still had overall control of it which is why he opened it.

There's a few more things that are door-involved though... but you're right. There's a reason why you can open/close them. 👀

(oh shit, I just thought of something that happens in a previous story omggg)

“First the hospital bed surrounded by flowers, and now the exam table (?)… what’s with that?” Simpler times? A way to make the whole thing look rather peaceful then the living hell the werewolf and John went through. It could mean a lot of things from daydreaming of being in a better place with his lover, and having his hair played with by said lover. There is a lot of meaning behind the flowers and the exam table. Exam table could mean a lot of things such as…. self-criticism, a need for healing, feeling so exposed but against your will.

🤔...

And what’s up with John…? Does he remember more than he lets on? Or is he hiding under the guise of medicinal amnesia? It’s like he could be in denial or something. I feel like John remembers bits and pieces. The reason why I believe this is because some people that tend to go through intense trauma will forget some things or believe other things happen, which isn’t a bad thing it’s your brains way of trying to protect you from what happened…..

Oh, don't I know the feeling on that part... (🙃) And of course the parts he does remember, John probably downplayed it. It wasn't that bad; I survived years of this shit, I'm fine!"

(Narrator: "It's much worse than he thought.")

There may be another angle to this that I'm not quite ready to drop yet but I guess I can wonder out loud -- what if The Werewolf was protecting John this whole time and he's starting to crack because of it? Why now? Much to think about.

This might be random or sort of funny, but when the Silent Hill PT demo came out a long time ago, I watched it and I talked about it with my friend but I completely forgot about the talking fetus baby in it. My brain completely blocked that part out for no reason at all, I guess I was scare and didn’t know at the time. But it can happen to John, I think he wants and is trying to remember, but his head is blocking him out to protect him from what happened.

man... PT would've been the scariest game of all time, hands down. I'm a huge weenie when it comes to horror games in general... the fact that bitch was behind you THE WHOLE TIME? I think the fuck not. but NOOOOO, Konami did the fumble of the fucking millenium.

Anyway... there is another element of John's memory lapse that obviously involves The Werewolf and perhaps, it's Vin's way of confronting John's part in all of this too. But that's not for a minute.

#long post #replies #vague spoilers #some speculation in there too why not #love this book report I give it a A+ and a dozen 🍪

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Pervy questions!

3: Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes?

4: Weirdest place you’ve had sex?

5: Favourite sex position?

6: Do you like to be dominant or submissive

9: Have you ever had sex in a public place?

10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?

12: How often do you have sex?

13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?

14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?

18: Are you into dressing up for sex?

19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower?

28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex?

29: Favourite body part on the same sex?

30: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:

33: Is it ever okay to not use a condom:

38: Best sexual complement you ever got:

42: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself?

44: Have/would you ever have sex in public?

45: Have/would you ever had a threesome?

52: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute?

57: If you could give yourself head, would you?

58: Booty or Boobs?

59: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?)

60: If you were the other sex for a day, what are five things you would do?

61: have you ever watched someone masturbate?

62: has anyone ever watched you masturbate?

Have you ever had an erection and someone noticed?

What is your method of masturbation? (ie. toys, clitorial, prostate)

What is your bra/penis size?

When was the last time you masturbated?

When was the last time you had sex?

When was the last time you watched porn?

Holy Jesus

Answers under the read more thingy

3: Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes?

I don't have any I don't think? I do enjoy entertaining other people's fetishes though?

4: Weirdest place you’ve had sex?

In a park under a bridge (pls don't judge me, teenagers be crazy)

5: Favourite sex position?

Missionary but where their legs up against my shoulders (apparently called the anvil, the more you know!)

6: Do you like to be dominant or submissive

I can be both, don't really have a preference!

9: Have you ever had sex in a public place?

See question 4 😂

10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?

No actually!

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?

The only "sexy" underwear I have are 2 jockstraps and a mankini (i guess? 😂)

12: How often do you have sex?

So - for a while I thought I was demi/ace, and only over the last few months have discovered that's vert much not the case.

But TLDR - I haven't had sex in 3 maybe 4 years

13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?

Yes

14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?

Giving!

18: Are you into dressing up for sex?

I'm not into it, but open to it

19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower?

Shower, sex in the bath sounds like hell 😂

28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex?

To answer the age-old question I'm a bum person, but outside of that I have a weird thing for mouths?

29: Favourite body part on the same sex?

I mean, same as the above. but also if a dude has that v in is lower abs/pelvis area? Game over.

30: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:

Nothing, I'm an angel 😇

33: Is it ever okay to not use a condom:

With consent and the understanding of the risks and implications

38: Best sexual complement you ever got:

I guess the size of my dick?

42: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself?

I have a tasteful mirror show, shows a bit of ball and some peen. Very artistic if I do say so

45: Have/would you ever had a threesome?

I have had one, and it wasn't a great experience. But that was also like, 10+ years ago at this point

52: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute?

Prostitute - less performance anxiety

57: If you could give yourself head, would you?

I'd sure as hell give it a go

58: Booty or Boobs? As said before, Booty

59: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?)

No, never have and never will.

60: If you were the other sex for a day, what are five things you would do?

Right no, because me and some friends all spoke about this once and if I remember right the lis was something like

Masturbate (of course)

Experience sex with a dude (could gain valuable information on what feels good?)

Get a Sugar daddy to siphon funds to my bank account

let the homies hit (got to look out for the bros)

Go clubbing to experience how it is for women

61: have you ever watched someone masturbate?

yes!

62: has anyone ever watched you masturbate?

yes!

1: Have you ever had an erection and someone noticed?

Yes!

2: What is your method of masturbation? (ie. toys, clitorial, prostate)

Good old hand and peen

3: What is your bra/penis size?

About 6 inches - I haven't got a tape measure to hand

4: When was the last time you masturbated?

This morning

5: When was the last time you had sex?

See Question 12

6: When was the last time you watched porn?

This morning

#answered

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gruesomejack · 5 months ago

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Andy shook his head, blonde brows pinched into a wrinkle. He hesitated, but he placed the weapon down and crossed his arms over his chest. "Don't give me that. It was and continues to be the most bullshit thing in the whole world." He said, "If I had a choice, you still wouldn't know, and neither would I." Pouting again, he gave a tired grunt. "I'm... I'm not gonna kill you. I-..." He couldn't. He didn't have it in him for any of this, and his mom knew that-- Which was why she let him stray and fully embrace baseball. "We gotta figure this out, though, dude, or somebody else might try."

Moving, he dragged his leg over to Alex abs held out his hands for him. Andy took in a breath. He wanted to suggest getting him out there to finish his meal, but Alex looked both crazy and exhausted. Turning his wrist over, he flexed his arm, showing the large vein running up the inside. "This is probably the stupidest thing I'll ever suggest, but-..." Face warm, he frowned. "I'll set a timer. Two minutes." He said, "You can take what you need in that time. Does that sound okay?" Instead of pulling Alex up, Andy slowly lowered himself down to sit across from him. "After that, you and I have a lot of talking to do." He said, "I wonder if Bigfoot even knows he turned you. None of this screams 'on purpose' to me. Fuck."

Andy pulled his phone out and opened the timer. "Take my arm, alright? The neck was a little too gay for me, man." He tried, offering him a nervous sort of smile. "I'm gonna have to slap a bandage over that one. I hope you're not biting that hard when you give other people hickies."

Rabbit stared down at the body beneath him. It was a shame; the young man had fought hard for his life and that alone had made him second guess his choice. He was pretty too. There was probably a girlfriend or a family waiting at home for him and the thought of leaving his body here to rot made his heart ache. Careful; he tucked a lock of blonde hair behind his ear and fixed the glasses on his face. Had he broken them? He couldn't remember if they'd been like that when he cornered him. Rabbit hesitated for a moment, but took them and folded them away in his breast pocket. He'd lay them on his mantle, maybe? There would be a place for them, certainly.

Taking in a breath, he busied himself in fixing the still-warm corpse into a comfortable position. The man deserved to be found with dignity, didn't he? With his clothes straight and his hands holding the camera he'd been using just before he'd pounced.

Rabbit sat beside him, almost for an hour, simply watching the forest as it moved on with its life. If nobody found the man, he'd become food for the creatures that lived here, just like he'd fed him. "I used to have a dog." He said, "A few years after I started hiding out here, I stole her from a camper I killed." Glancing over, he frowned. "I used to be able to... honor people better. She spent thirteen years helping me make sure nothing was wasted." He said, "I uh-... I hope you're found before you start to rot. I hope someone loves you enough to bring your body home and take care of it." Rabbit tongued at the teeth exposed under the cut on his lip, his dark eyes dropping to the forest floor. "If you're still here in a few days, I'll do what I can with you. Until then, thank you."

Pushing himself up, he dusted the dirt from his jeans and gave one last glance towards the young man. "Goodnight."

@purposefully-lost

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Theory: Season 2 will show that Brett is a sleeper agent planted by JR

I’ve heard people theorize that Brett is a secret agent, but I personally think he’s a sleeper agent, aka, he’s an agent whose been brainwashed into being unaware that he’s a spy.

(Keep in mind: I don know for sure if this is true. These are mostly just interesting things I noticed when rewatching the show and seeing a lot of weird coincidences).

For one thing, the show makes it clear that Brett, for all intents and purposes, would make a good spy. Not in the same way as Rafe Masters, whose really more of a really showy operative than an actual spy (Reagan even points this out when he breaks through a glass ceiling very loudly and attracts a bunch of attention). Actual spies in real life are meant to be normal looking, boringly mundane, and good at staying out of trouble for fear of blowing their covers.

The show early on points out that Brett is always below suspicion, and the show even goes out of its way to do that to the audience as well. Still, there is a big amount of foreshadowing that Brett is some kind of agent. For example;

His face is “so generic that it can’t be traced by sattelites” and he can literally infiltrate the White House just by bullshitting the guards, which isn't an easy task even if you are a generic white dude in a suit. Alpha-Beta also proves this when he gets Brett’s name and identity wrong (despite being a super intelligent AI, and Brett coming from what seems to be an incredibly wealthy family, so his information seems to be completely wiped from whatever database AB was using).

Reagan, in episode one, is immediately suspicious of him and thinks he’s too good to be true, and everyone else brushes off her concerns because they think she’s being crazy. The audience might have even been suspicious of him, too, at least before he turned out to be genuinely sweet and her “evidence” was shown to be quite flimsy. There were even some viewers who were genuinely surprised Brett turned out to have nothing up his sleeve, mostly because, when this cliche happens in other shows, the "perfect" person turns out to be actually villainous, while in Inside Job, Reagan seemingly turns out to be in the wrong.

In episode nine, Reagan throws the accusation that Brett is a “sleeper agent planted by Abercrombie and Fitch” and the gang only backs off when he mentions his therapy appointments. It doesn't really matter too much, but it's VERY weird that Reagan makes the same accusation in both the beginning and end of a season to the same character, especially since they're best friends. So, I'm led to believe that, in season two, she's gonna accuse him again and it'll be much more dramatic.

JR also has Brett go undercover as a rich guy to trick Bezos into buying the yacht. And Brett somehow SUCCEEDS at it, even though he looks like an idiot doing it. JR also notably pulls Brett to speak in private A LOT, and perhaps only really does it to Reagan as well. It's possible that it's because Brett is new, but it's something that has happened quite a few times.

Brett mentions always wanting to be a spy, even as a child.

Also, as an aside, we know sleeper agents exist in this world, since Jimmy Fallon is one apparently, and references are made to others.

The reason why I think JR is the one who planted Brett as a sleeper agent is for a few reasons:

For one, JR is the one who apparently hired Brett. Even though he already had Reagan in line to get promoted to leader, and he knows she can do it, he still hires an unpaid, inexperienced intern who doesn’t even seem to know how anything in the company works? To LEAD the team on his first day, and not just start at the bottom and work his way up? I get that this is meant to be a joke about the fact that Brett, a cis white guy, gets the same job position as Reagan, a half Asian woman whose put in far more work and obviously deserves the promotion more. But, like, Brett didn’t even APPLY for a job, since he supposedly met JR at a barbecue. It’s pretty funny he got hired despite having 0 qualifications, but it’s also suspicious.

This almost seems like JR is just being shallow by hiring him; but we’ve also seen JR be genuinely intelligent, ruthless, and manipulative when it comes to running Cognito. He’s not really someone to hire some random shithead off the street, but he is the type to deliberately plant a sleeper agent among the gang for later use.

Compared to everyone else, Brett almost feels TOO normal for his job. I understand that that’s part of the joke, that he’s just a regular guy at an insane workplace, but it also seems a bit jarring because he’s just so normal. Almost too normal, as if it’s on purpose.

So why? What goal could there be for JR to put in a sleeper agent? Well, perhaps it’s just a fail safe for if he were to be knocked from his position. Maybe activating Brett’s sleeper agent status is a worse-case scenario; if JR managed to achieve his goal of getting a black robe, then he could leave the company in the care of Reagan and Brett, and no one would ever know Brett’s true nature. If someone happened to get in his way of getting his promotion (*cough* Rand *cough*) than he has another option open...

So, why do I think. Brett is a sleeper agent, and not just a regular spy? Well, the thing is, a sleeper agent is different from a spy in that they are completely unaware of the fact that they are undercover. While a normal spy is essentially putting on an act, a fake persona to make them seem friendly, boring and harmless, a sleeper agent is basically just a regular person with no malicious intent until they are “activated”. In other words, Brett would have no idea that he’s undercover, which would mean his sweet personality would be completely genuine, not just a trick to garner trust.

This would also explain why Myc wouldn’t know he’s a mole; if Brett were a spy, and his nice personality was just an act to trick people, Myc would have figured it out on day one when he read Brett's mind. This would fill in any plot holes about his mind getting read and explain why he wasn't outed sooner.

#inside job #inside job brett #inside job reagan #inside job jr #inside job robotus #inside job myc #brett hand #reagan ridley #inside job rand #rand ridley #inside job netflix #magic myc #inside job Brett hand #netflix

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I was very hesitant when he picked me up at the nightclub. I could feel the disappointment and outright hostility from all the women and a lot of the men as the God walked up to me, started to make out, and then asked if I was up for some fun. That's what you get away with when no one ever says "no" I thought. With his incredibly handsome face, black hair, and athletic build that was probably not a word he was used to hearing. It would be impossible for him to know I was into guys, and coming on so strong could land you in hot water or rather knocked cold on the floor. Turns out he could know, and there was more to him than just utter handsomeness and unparalleled confidence. Way more.

It was back at his place he asked me if I could look like someone else, who would I pick? That's a game I've played many times before, so I instantly knew to answer Marco Albieri, the soccer player. He raised an eyebrow, took a step from me, and asked me why. "I don't know what it is about soccer players, but something about the game makes their bodies stunningly handsome. And Marco is just a step above the rest." He smiled a bright smile, made a dramatic gesture, and I was Marco. Looked exactly like him at least. It took me a moment to even realize what had just happened, but I could see myself in the full-length mirror. Or I couldn't, I should say. I saw Marco Albieri in full Paris Saint-Germain F.C. game kit. Mesmerized I took a step closer to the mirror, and Marco on the other side of the glass stepped closer as well. I looked just like him, my wettest, wankiest dream. I'd come so many times to exactly this fantasy. There was even a sheen of post-game sweat making all the skin glistening in his hallway designer lights.

He approached me from behind, still handsome but now by a much narrower margin. "You ready to fuck?" I didn't even answer but just turned around and kissed him. He wasn't shy in grouping me back. What followed was the longest fuck fest I've ever been part of. We went from room to room. It was like this body had limitless stamina, though it was the body of Marco after all, but an insatiable horny lust as well. Perhaps he had that too. It wasn't until early morning I fell asleep next to him, exhausted.

It was almost noon when I woke up, disoriented by everything. It was like it wasn't until now the craziness and impossibility of last night hit me. I could see Marco Albieri in the mirror at the other side of the bedroom, without shirt, and the most unkempt hair I had ever seen him with. I knew for a fact the secret hairstyling trick was body fluids. I suddenly felt very uneasy and exposed. Vulnerable even. I was here on vacation. How could I leave if I didn't look like my passport? How could I leave this building looking like Marco? There would be fans stopping me instantly. What the fuck am I thinking about? I'm erased from the world. No one I know, no one in my family would recognize me. Could I convince them I'm me and not a millionaire soccer player? Perhaps. But my life would be so complicated.

That's when he lazily strolled into the bedroom, completely naked showing off his chiseled body, one mug in each hand.

"You did this! How the fuck did you do this? You can't leave me like this!" "Morning!"

He handed me one of the mugs. On reflex I took a large sip of coffee only to discover it was red wine. It took me by surprise and I almost sprayed his white sheets with red mist of wine, but instead got some down my lungs and started to cough.

"Is this really the best you can think of?" he said. At first I had no idea what he meant. Then, still coughing, I realized it was my body again. The one I used to fly here, check into the hotel, and go out to nightclubs with.

"I... It's awfully inconvenient if I tried to leave with a different body." "That's it? That's the only reason?"

I felt stupid and unsure what to say. I liked my body, so why was it so hard to defend it? He took a large sip from his coffee mug of wine and climbed into bed next to me, but standing on his knees looking down on me.

"When's your flight back?" "Eh, in... On Sunday." "Plenty of time to let loose. How about going to the beach like this?"

This time I noticed the shift. The bed sagged down a bit under the extra load and I didn't even have to look in the mirror to see the freakish muscles. Two huge chest muscles peeked into my field of vision, and moving my arm I could see it was thicker than what my legs used to be.

I felt light-headed as we walked down to the beach. Probably the wine. He was subtle and classy, black Nike sneakers, black boardshorts, and a white T-shirt. I was anything but subtle. Probably twice his mass, annoying flip flops that flipped and flopped every step, white compression shorts that looked blindingly bright against my deep tan, a purple thong that peeked up over the rim of the shorts by the hips, visible because the neon yellow tank top was cropped above the belly button to show off the abs. The stringer waved for every step as my obscene pecs push out the yellow fabric like a hanging flag. It touched my body in surprisingly few places. Top of the traps and the nipples more or less.

After spending a few hours getting everyone passing by on the beach to turn their heads to observe the freak show he asked me to play floatation device for him. We went out in the water and did our best to have sex just outside where the waves broke. I think anyone who paid close attention could tell what we did, but no one could be really sure. He didn't appear to care.

"I made you something," he whispered. "What?" "A surfer," he said and begun walking towards the beach. As I wiped my long hair out of my face I understood he changed me again. No more shaved head, no more enormous meat slab. I still had a six-pack, I was still 6'-something, and my skin was deeply tanned, but that's about where the similarities ended. "Why?" I asked as I lied down on the beach towel next to his. "First dive bar opens soon, and I thought this would play better to the crowd." I was feeling woozy. "We want to play to the crowd?" He reached over and squeezed the pec closest to him. "Well, make them jealous at least."

There was something nagging at the edge of my thoughts. Some question I felt I needed to ask. I just couldn't quite put it into coherent thought.

"Did you drug me?" He made a high-pitched "Mmmm" sound. "Just a bit. To fit with the rest. Just go with it."

I shut my eyes, relaxed, and let his hand stroke me. I don't know how long we lied like that. Not too long, because the sun hadn't moved that much, but I sure did dozed off.

"Come on!" he said, like it was asking me to hurry up for the third time. A bit confused I got up from the beach towel. I wore a pair of eye-popping turquoise board shorts with black pattern and trim. Neon turquoise, if such a color was a thing. I knew it had a real trade name, but somehow it kept slipping my mind. They had a good fit, not loose, not tight, but rode low on my lithe body. Fuzzy pubes peeked out over the waistband, like a little forest edge where the treasure trail from the belly button ended. I looked around for a shirt or something to put on, but there was nothing except for a pair of flip-flops. These didn't look as cheap and fit much better than the previous pair though.

"Is that it?" I asked incredulously. "What more do you need?" he said, and looked at me like he wanted me for dinner. "Come!"

The bar wasn't far away and already busy when we arrived. He almost danced in, basically dragging me in, holding my hand. I was woozy from whatever I was drugged with, but in a way that made everything look amazing to me. In any direction I looked I was delighted by what I saw, no matter how mundane. The bar was not even half full and everyone looked as relaxed as you would expect from a bar half a block from the beach, though no one else was bare-chested. The decor was a random mix of styles, as expected by a dive bar. Tables for two or four were lined up in front of the bar at the back of the room. From a backroom somewhere behind it pumped music. I looked at my watch to see if it was already dance time, but I was only wearing a red nylon cord as a bracelet.

"You must be thirsty after a day in the sun," he said and handed me an Aperol Spritz. I could have sworn he hadn't left me for the bar, but then I didn't really trust my senses. We took a table for four and sat next to each other, facing the rest of the room. "So, tell me about your day," he continued, as if he hadn't been there for all of it.

For whatever reason I found it hard to figure out where to start, like it was all jumbled together despite nothing of consequence had happened. I began to describe how I had woken up in bed and how he surprised me with breakfast. How I had mistaken the red wine for coffee. I could feel his hand moving down my abs and into my board shorts. As he pulled out my erect cock from the shorts my immediate thought was of surprise. I hadn't realized I was hard. I continued to talk about how we went to the beach, while he was jerking me off with one hand under the table. It then hit me that I had no idea what my dick looked like, if it was big or small. I had never seen it. He had transformed me somehow into this surfer. How could I have forgotten something so monumental.

At that point I shot my load under the table. Four or five large pumps. I was suddenly aware again that there were people around us, and looking around tried to figure out if any of them could see I had my dick out. At the same time I was still feeling high or whatever it was. "I'll get a refill," he said, stood up and headed for the bar. I decided to put my dick back into the shorts.

"Hey, dude. Is he like your boyfriend?" someone standing next to me asked. How long had he been there? He was handsome, not quite as tall as I was now, but more muscled. The tight billabong shirt didn't hide much. "Him? No. We just..." I was trying to think of a good word. I wasn't sure what he was, or what was happening at all really. "Wanna check out the dance floor?" "Yeah... Yeah, I would."

I followed him towards the bar, and away to the side into the dance room. It was far from packed, but we were not alone at least. Immediately I regretted following him there, even before he started moving to the music. Once he did I knew I would look silly. I started to mimic his moves best I could. He smiled a crooked smile, though not an unkind one, when he saw what I was doing. He leaned forward and barely audible over the music asked "Are you up for a second round?"

"What do you mean?" I asked back. "I saw what that other dude did to you. I live nearby, if you want to try something that isn't over in minutes."

In the door opening I see him standing with two large drinks in his hands. He looks emotionless, which in itself was a scary contrast to how he looked before. He then drinks one of the drinks in one go, then immediately empties the other one as well. No sooner has he turned away with two empty glasses when I feel a desperate need to take a piss. He's fucking with me.

"Don't go anywhere," I say and dash towards to men's room.

It's empty. I go to the lone urinal and yank my dick out of the white thong. I'm confused, but happy I got there in time to relieve myself. Why am I wearing only a white thong to a bar? As the piss is streaming for longer than I can ever recall I look down my bare smooth legs and find a pair of eye-catching red hightops. When I'm finally done I have a look at myself in the mirror. Cute, young Latino boy with a red baseball cap on his unkempt hair, and a grey shirt. The shirt in a way makes the thong stand out even more and look intentionally inappropriate. Perfect!

I return to the dance floor and find the guy waiting. "There you are. Let's go!" he says, almost demanding. He doesn't say anything on the way to his apartment two blocks away. I keep looking his way, and it feels like my dick is growing bigger every time I look at those muscled arms. His pace is brisk without being conspicuous, he clearly wants us to get to his place as quickly as possible without being seen. In through an unlocked entrance, up two flights of stairs, and in through his apartment door.

As soon as he whisked me in and closed the door behind us he grabs me, shoves me into the wall next to us, and forcefully kisses me on my mouth. "You fucking whore! I'm so fucking horny you better know what you're doing."

He snores loudly again. I had tried to ignore it to spend a few more hours in the bed, but it's getting pointless to try to sleep any more. I carefully get up and get dressed. No need for a shower, now that everything dried. I make a final check I got everything with me that I brought in. There is that nagging feeling that I'm missing something. Well, whatever it was it can't be important. Quietly I exit his apartment and make my way out of the building. I feel restless being so quiet and calm, like it is unnatural for me to be that way. I basically explode in emotions as I exit the building and literally dance down the last few steps.

I try to think what to do next. My mind is like a spinning punch bowl of thoughts and I'm only able to fish out simple verbs. Party! Drink! Dance! Fuck! The sun is barely up, but perhaps I can find some nightclub still open.

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There's something wrong with Manager Kim Part 7

This isn't funny

Yoongi woke in a cold sweat, sat up and rubbed his face. He turned to his right and saw YN sitting next to him on her phone.

"Hurry up Yoongles," she smiled.

Yoongi grabbed his bedsheet and twisted up fell with a painful thud to the thinly carpeted floor. Hand still clutching the sheet, he poked his head gingerly over the mattress in the direction of his manager.

Did we..

He shook his head hard.

No way would I go for her. Not even in my nightmares.

Bravely he looked again, and saw no one was there.

"Oh thank God," he let out his relief, he hadn't been himself the last few days. The concerts had kept him busy and had in a bout of confidence reverted back to his old ways.

Almost.

He tried to pick up this good looking chick who had been sitting in the VIP area for one of the shows; he'd made sure to regular visit her corner of the stage, a little gyration here, a wink there. It had all gone to plan, just like it always did, until he froze. After simply saying hello.

In all his years of performing, Yoongi had never choked.

No matter what, Min Yoongi delivered. Whether it was a hit single or in bed. He did not disappoint.

She had a pretty face, and nice tits, but all he could think about was not being late for his morning rehearsal. That, and if he didn't go to sleep by twelve, he was gonna get it in the neck from the other members and Se-Jin Hyung AND finally the one person who got to him more than anyone: YN was in the back of his head, cussing him out, probably with a remark about his leaked nude pictures or his smoking habits.

He'd walked away, and the poor girl had been dissapointed, probably trying her luck with someone else, who actually might have given her some attention.

"I'm probably just hungry, why else would I hallucinate?" he told himself.

Jin and Hobi had met a slightly disheveled Yoongi downstairs to head out to get something to eat.

"Hey you OK bro?" asked Hobi as they tucked into their eggs.

"Yeh, just thinking about YN," He rubbed has head.

"What about her?" Jin asked suspicious.

"Relax, I'm not going to call her. She's giving the work phone back, I know. I was just thinking that, you know," he shrugged.

"You know, what?" Hobi didn't understand.

"Look," he admitted, "I know it's not easy being around me, I know I'm cold, and a little bit rude.."

"—that's an understatement," Jin stated the obvious.

"And I want to be nice, but I don't know how to. She, she, she has this way of just pushing my buttons, and she'll just, like, poke and, poke me and then she makes me do crazy things like wanting to shake her! She calls me skinny. That I'm a weak dude," he pulled up his T-shirt, pointing to his abs.

"I am a man, but she makes it hard to think I'm not. She nags me and I swear to God I just want to just duct tape her mouth up."

He shook his head, rattling off something about seeing her even when she's not here.

He drank more coffee and carried on, "You know when that mugger tried to take her bag?"

He gulped hard, tapping his chest until he burped before carrying on, ignoring the looks of disgust.

"She didn't even get scared. She stood there telling him that she really liked her bag, and there was no way she would give it to him, and that there were better ways for this guy to live."

He put down his knife and stabbed his eggs with his fork.

"By the end of it, he was begging us, to let him leave. And her clothes are way too tight and revealing," Yoongi shook his head in disbelief, as Jin smiled as though he had just realised something.

"She has a flagrant disregard for authority, someone's position or status, she high fives Bang PD and the tech guys all the same. She knows the names of the make up noonas, or the food truck people. I don't get how she walks around like she hasn't a care in the world, and everyone loves her..I don't know how she does it," he sat there bemused. "No one is that nice. It's an act. I'm convinced."

"She's actually really cool, you'd know that if you took the time to get to know her," Hobi defended.

"I don't believe her. It's like magic, she can get someone to talk about themselves all day long, without revealing nothing about her. I have no one to compare the type of person she is to. I've honestly never met anyone like her. It's scary man. I don't know how to deal with her."

He looked to Jin.

"Hyung help me out here. What's her weakness? Or phobias? She must have some kind of kryptonite.."

"Dude why would I tell you any of that, you trying to be more mean to her than you already are? Don't even think about it. She means a lot to me, so don't get on my wrong side you get me?"

He carried on eating, as they listened to his continued monologue.

"She doesn't care for her own safety at all, which completely astounds me; that mugger could have had a knife, or a gun," he swallowed his piece of toast and looked up at them, reality dawning on him.

"I heard from the noonas that a few weeks ago they had all gone to a club somewhere, and that she left the club, by herself. She was standing outside waiting for a cab that night we stayed up waiting for her. Someone could have dragged her into an alleyway, raped her, killed her," thoughts flashed through his head of her lying dead in a gutter somewhere. Legs tangled, limbs injured.

Yoongi had somehow managed to work himself up, and found himself getting upset. "Does she not care? About the people who care about her, if something happened to her? What about how they would feel?"

Hobi looked at him concerned as people started to look.

"Hey, hey, calm down man. Just, just breathe OK? Everything is cool OK? I had no idea she affected you like this." Jin passed him a glass of water.

Yoongi was speaking loudly now, as Jin quickly threw down some notes, and bundled him out as people started to stare.

Hobi pushed him into their waiting car and they drove off.

"Four days Hobiyah, who goes away for that long when she knows I have concerts? I don't even know how to book a parking space at the office, or how to multi task anything. I couldn't understand why my pass wasn't working, and it's cos it expired but I didn't know. Like, how the hell am I meant to bloody function without her? I don't even know how I like my coffee. Not one call Jin, from your bff, not one to see how my interviews have gone, or what anyone has said."

Jin looked as him, "Now we are getting to the bottom of the problem."

"She always brings up my nude photos. Yes, I'm not proud of it all but it was an accident, and I've learned from it. But she keeps bringing it up. Always mentioning it, making me feel stupid and then I get worked up, and angry and argh!" he raked his hands through his hair.

"Bro what's going on here? Why does it matter what she thinks? Why does she get to you so badly? She's left, it's time to move on," Hobi tried to explain.

Yoongi fell back into his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I wake up to find no piece of mind. I can't think, I imagine shit that's not even there. I'm losing my fuckin mind. I don't know why, but I care what she thinks of me. I'm not that guy. I'm not a two timer, or a bad guy. I'm human, I feel happiness, I feel pain. I know I can be cold, but I care about people too. I just don't know to show it."

Yoongi wasn't even listening to them, and carried on until they got back.

Yoongi tapped his phone impatiently. He had texted her over an hour ago, and she still hadn't replied. He couldn't wait much longer. He took a deep breath and dialled her number. He waited, almost afraid to hear her voice, at no reply he suddenly felt a sense of relief.

"Hello?" his phone spoke making him drop it.

"Er, hello?" he said picking it up off the floor.

"Yoongi?" she yawned.

"Were you sleeping?" he asked, it was barely afternoon.

"I wish." She stood, leaning against the reception desk as she massaged her neck. "What's up?"

"Huh?"

"You called me.."

"Er, yeah I just wanted to say hello," he said awkwardly. "Ok, then bye."

YN looked at her phone strangely. "What the hell was that?"

"Ms Kim?"

It took a moment to remember she was being spoken to.

"Oh, right. Yes. That's me." She gave her a quick smile, as she took the key cards, balancing a small box of donuts on her hip.

"Madam, your extra key cards for Mr Min as well."

"Yep, can't forget those," she said sarcastically as she headed up to her room, reminding herself to tell Se-Jin that he needed to give that job to the new manager.

The red eye was always a bitch, but it was worth it to spend the extra night at Seokjin's home, she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror and yawned. The last shows were coming to an end soon and that meant that although she needed to still run around like an idiot, it would soon be a thing of the past.

YN sat down on her bed, crossed her legs, neatly opened up a napkin onto her lap and puckered up to take a bite of her beautiful, crispy—

Someone knocked on her door loudly.

Ignoring the knocking, she licked her lips again and bringing the donut up to her nose, inhaled its deep fried goodness.

"Mmm" she smiled. The knocks persisted. "Alright, I'm coming," she groaned rolling off the bed until her feet touched the ground.

She opened the door, "What the f—"

Yoongi ran into her room, YN quickly shut the door and looked at him. "Why are you standing there naked in the hallway?"

He stood shivering, his hair frizzy as it dried.

"Let me tell you something. The air conditioning out here, it is ffffreakin cold," his teeth shattered.

"OK, OK, just explain to me why you are here in your towel. You best have something on under that towel ya steamed bun. Please tell me that you have something on under that towel??!"

She turned away, grabbing the robe from the bathroom and turning her back to him, waved it in his general direction til he snatched it.

"Thanks. I had a shower and then I thought I'd move the food tray outside but the door closed on me. I couldn't go downstairs like this."

YN sighed, "Jeez, I leave you for one week. Not even one week and you can't do anything. You're a grown ass man-child. OK I am going to have to go get your clothes. The coach has already left, you were supposed to go to a press junket. If they start without you, we are both gonna get fucked up the ass."

His eyebrow shot up at her dirty talk.

"I meant it as an idiom, not literally yer nasty."

She grabbed her phone, his extra key card and opened the door.

"Do not touch anything, do not open the door and just sit there and don't move."

YN got off at Yoongi's's floor and swiped her card to get in. Next door, an older woman poked her head out slowly. "He was naked in a towel, are you his wife?" she told her.

"It's OK, it's my husband, he got locked out of our room putting the food tray out. Thanks anyways," she smiled as she opened the door to his room.

YN opened the door and saw how the whole place looked like a grenade had hit it. Managing to get to his wardrobe, she navigated the piles of laundry carefully. Eventually after enough searching she packed some clothes and then wheeled his suitcase back.

"All he had to do was get dressed and get downstairs. He doesn't need an manager, he needs his freakin mother," she grumbled as she got back into the lift.

Shaking her head, she texted the bookings team to make sure they put him on her floor in future. He was too much of a liability she was realising. It was only after she sent the message did she realise that she wasn't going to be with him anymore. She ignored the grating feeling and waited for her floor.

Yoongi walked around her room in her dressing gown, the temperature in her room was a little warmer then his so he took the gown off but kept the towel on.

He noticed a copy of Business World and Finance Weekly on the table, next to a neat row of high heels in order of colour. Everything seemed to be tailor made for her, and she even had monogrammed luggage.

He noticed a small diary full of appointments, post it's and dogeared pages of books.

How much was she making? and how was she able to afford all this on a manager's salary?

He'd never had her pegged as the studious type, but then again he barely knew anything about her beyond what she let him know.

It irked him that she refused to talk to him, he wanted her to talk to him. He picked the diary up, and a photo fell to the floor. Holding onto his towel, he bent down to pick it up.

It was a picture of her and Seokjin, the date was from ages ago, scribbled on the back, barely readable.

You did amazing! So proud of you my little berry x

He recognised the handwritten caption, it was Jin's.

Hmm I guess they really did know each other he thought.

Yoongi heard the door beep, and quickly slipped the picture back into the diary, and swiped her second key to her room, just in time for her to come in with a suitcase; his suitcase.

"Don't worry, I didn't pack your room up. It's just a couple of outfits."

Eyeing her suspiciously as always, but pleasantly surprised when he opened the case, he was intrigued to see just what she had chosen. She walked him through the outfits.

"OK so press junket you need a suit, it's no Prada, but it's Louis Vuitton it's still nice. FYI get a Prada, in black, or charcoal. Not blue, it doesn't suit you. Black socks, never white and you had some cuff links so you need to wear those too. There's also a Fila session for you to model, so I got you a Fila polo, jeans with casual shoes."

YN finally took a breath, and looked at him, "anything you're not sure about?"

Yoongi smiled, "You have good taste."

YN swished her hair out the way, proud. "Course I do, I'm a Ba—Kim!" Clearing her throat she shoved him into the bathroom to go change.

He listened to her shout at him like a military officer about always planning ahead and having outfits out together, as she waited for him to emerge changed, as instructed and presented himself.

"Do I meet your requirements?"

She looked at him, "Meh, but you need to do one more thing, even though we need to be quick."

She smiled as she held up his beard trimmer. "You need to trim your beard. You look homeless."

Yoongi looked in the mirror, "I don't look homeless." He looked again, and it was a bit long, a week's growth but it didn't look that bad.

YN ignored him, and plugged in the razor.

"I'm not going to let you walk into a room looking like you've been living under a bridge somewhere. How you look reflects on me too Mr Yoongi," she told him, as he realised he had said something similar to her as soon as she had started work with him.

She pushed the trimmer into his hand and made him trim it, whilst she called ahead to inform Se-Jin she was coming in with Yoongi.

Yoongi brushed the trimmed hair away and looked up. "I need your help for under my chin, and please don't slit my throat," he asked her sarcastically as he sat on the edge of a chair in the bathroom and tilted his head up.

"I don't want to cut you," she said reluctant to take the trimmer.

She looked at her watch as the alarm beeped again, "Fuck we are gonna be cutting it close to get there. See how I did that," she chuckled at her own wordplay.

Ignoring Yoongi rolling his eyes at her cheesy words, taking the trimmer she evened out the edge of his beard then tilted his face slightly, and with a comb and the razor trimmed evenly the stray hairs Yoongi had missed.

She took a face towel, and dampened it and rubbed it on his suit, picking up the cut hairs. Yoongi was impressed at the military efficiency that she worked with, before she took another towel and wrapped it around his neck like a bib before coming back with some smelly oil, and squirted it on her hands.

"You look like Diana Ross," she undid his man bun, and rubbed her hands together, and delicately combed the oil through her hair and then rubbed the rest of his beard with the excess, before tying his bun again, but a little higher than he would have usually done.

"Voila. My work here is done," she dramatically replied as Yoongi grabbed his phone and they both ran for the lift, and then downstairs.

"Wait, how we gonna get there, I didn't order a car," he confessed, embarrassed and slightly panicked.

"I know you didn't, I did," she waved her hand, as their car pulled up. If she left it to him they would still be walking to the venue, so she called ahead to let them know they were on their way.

Yoongi got out first before the car had come to a standstill and grabbing YN's hand they ran through the arena quickly together.

Bang spotted them first and waved then over. Yoongi smiled, not seeing YN's frown.

"Finally, did you get a stylist? Looking good Suga, now get up there before they start."

"Wait!" YN tugged him back and pulled his tie that was wrapped around his collar. "Your tie!" she quickly held her phone in her mouth and tied it for him, before he got up on stage and sat down between Namjoon and Hobi.

Not really listening, have heard this at every venue they had visited she'd somehow managed to track down a Starbucks and arrived back just as the junket was finishing. Bang reappeared as she spotted him and came over to her, as they kissed each others cheeks.

"You made him look very good. Nice outfit, and the beard," Bang complimented her, "I know it was you."

YN laughed fakely, seeing the masses of cameras around the place, "Whatever it takes, right? But what I want to know is why the hell are you here and not at home resting as per the doctor's instructions? You are definitely not at home."

Yoongi answers questions perfectly, thankful for the prep she had drilled into him before they bowed and he stepped off the stage to find YN standing next to Bang PD chatting.

"Ooh coffee," he smiled as he took it out of her hand and took a gulp. "That is good coffee," he nodded giving it back to her.

"Er, firstly ew. And second, have you heard of COVID? A little something that's going on?? Don't do that again!"

Yoongi dodged a swat and grabbed it back again for another rushed sip.

"Yeah, but your taste in coffee is good. And thank you for helping me with this."

He ran off quickly.

YN looked to her father, "You need to get his head checked."

Before he could answer, Yoongi had ran back and held out a tissue with a donut in it. He held his in the other hand and smiled. "I'm sorry I had a go at you at the radio interview when you were being mugged. I should have been asking if you were OK. And I'm sorry I tripped you over in the lift, and put salt in your tea."

"You put salt in my tea??"

Bang watched him apologise, firstly a rarity until his brain caught up with his ears.

"Mugging?" He said looking at her, gripping her by the arm and pulled her away, "We need to talk."

Yoongi watched in horror as his usually soft boss dragged YN away.

"Excuse us," Bang cut off Yoongi before he managed to get a word out. Out of earshot he could see him laying into her, but YN?

He was astonished at the fact she just stood there talking the heat. Whatever he was saying, wasn't having the desired effect on YN from what he could see.

"You were mugged and didn't say anything?! What the fuck is wrong with you? No one is untouchable, he could have hurt you, you could have been shot or stabbed!"

"You're right, anything can happen. It's my bad. Why didn't you tell me that you had proxied me for your position ten years ago?"

"That has nothing to do with this conversation. You need to grow up, and realise that you are just one person, if he had hurt you, did you stop to think how it would affect others?"

YN just stood there, those last few words were the straw that broke the camel's back. Yoongi watched her stand up to her full height and poke a finger angrily back at Bang.

YN laughed, "How dare you? How fucking dare you! I take responsibility for my actions more than any of you. And you know what, I am fucking sick to death from hearing about it. All I do is think of everyone else, their feelings, how everything impacts everyone. I do my fucking best to make everyone happy. So you listen to me for once, I'm not some teenager with issues, I am a member of the board, I am a stakeholder. The goddamn Vice Chairman. I am not someone beneath you. All I have done these past 10 years is keep out of the drama that is our family and try and pave my own way. I should have told you about it when it happened, but I knew you would do this. So I'm fucking sorry!!" she shouted back.

Bang stood there shocked, dumbfounded not realising YN breathing heavily, a tear rolling down her face.

"You wanna go back to work cos you only care about your image or the money then you do it. I'm going back to my own life. I don't need to be your proxy. I don't want to have anything to do with this dumb place. I'm outta here."

YN pushed past him, shaking with anger. She ignored the pleas, the sound of someone calling her back as she carried on out the doors.

"Ban—Kim YN wait!" Bang shouted.

Yoongi shouldn't have gotten involved, of every situation like this he had witnessed, he had steered clear of it. But he he stood, watching Bang, who in turn watching the storm that was YN leaving devastation behind her as she exited.

Yoongi pushed the donuts into Bangs hands.

"What did you do?" he raised his voice.

"I'm still your boss Suga regardless of you working with YN You do not get to talk to me like that."

"What has me working with YN got to do with this? Just because her boss is you, doesn't mean you can upset her like that. What did you do to her?"

He ran after her, calling her name. Angrily Bang threw the donuts to the floor, smoothed down his suit and smiled fakely as he got back on stage for his closing speech.

"YN wait!" he found her near the front of the foyer. He grabbed her hand and spun her around to face him before she slipped through his fingers.

"Hey, what happened over there?" He grabbed her face to move it back to look at his, "PD nim dragged you off and then it looked like you were arguing? Are you OK?"

YN smiled, "It's fine. I didn't call in the mugging, so I deserved it. Nothing more," she cleared her throat, "You need to get back in there, they need to take photos. I have to go."

"Wait, go? He fired you!? No, come on," he took her hand and headed back for the conference. "Let's sort this out," he told her.

YN resisted and shook her head, "Go back inside and take your damn photos," she said taking her anger out on him.

She stopped as she realised how out of character that was. "I apologise. Excuse me. I have an appointment."

"Suga come on!" shouted Se-Jin Hyung to him. "We need you!"

Conflicted, Yoongi looked between them both, "Listen, stay. I won't be long," he to her, as it pained him to walk away from her reluctantly.

It took only a few seconds to get to Se-Jin but when he turned back round to tell her one last time to wait, she was already gone.

It was very late in the evening when the boys had finally gotten back to their hotel, another night of performing ticked off their already very long tour list.

Hobi hobbled back to his room and after Yoongi had his room changed to one on the same floor as everyone else, he tiredly packed up his things and moved over.

"Right, well you owe me some steak tomorrow bitch," Hobi rubbed his back having helped him move his things in. "I'm going to bed. Don't do anything stupid and go to sleep hyung."

If you look up the word idiot in the dictionary, in any country it's likely that you would find a picture of Yoongi right there.

It took him precisely 2 seconds to decide that the best thing for him to do - the best thing for him to do at approximately one thirty in the morning was to use the key card he swiped from YN's room earlier to go check on her.

Now his intentions may have been pure, as pure as they could be with him; and he would argue later that his heart was in the right place but man, did his execution suck.

YN lay asleep, lights off bar the bathroom door left ajar as a night light just as she always did. She was not a fan of the dark at all, and this way she could sleep whilst still being able to see around her.

She'd fallen into a sugar laced sleep after getting a ride back to the hotel, ordering the most expensive things on the menu, and charging it back to father dearest.

Yoongi crept out of his room, a few doors down and got to the end of the corridor to YN's room. Sure she was asleep but he had been hoping she wasn't so he could find out how she was. Slowly he clicked open the door and walked in.

He could just about make out her lumpy shape in the bed, all swaddled up and it reminded him of young babies for a moment. He was soon at her bedside as he called her name.

"YN," he whispered.

No response.

"YN," he tried again. Nothing.

He called out her name one more time, causing her to open her eyes and spot a dark figure standing beside her bed.

Jin and Jungkook had just finished their VLive, thanked the fans and logged off. Taehyung had only just gone to bed a few minutes before, and Namjoon was clearing up the mess the pair had made.

It was a blood curdling scream that had them sliding out the room, falling over one another to get to her.

"YN," Jin's voice shuddered as he heard his sister scream at the top of her lungs. What made it worse was the screaming only lasted a few seconds and then everything went deadly silent.

Jin ran at the door, but Jungkook stopped him.

"Here," he handed him a golf club and held one too just in case.

Jungkook wasted no time in bashing the door open with his shoulder as Jin, all common sense leaving him ran into the room, switched the lights on and saw Yoongi standing at her bedside trying to wake her up.

Her face looked pale, her body limp and the sick inside Yoongi's throat was rising as he shakenly tried to wake her.

"YN it's not funny anymore. Open your eyes."

"What the fuck did you do?!!!" Jin shouted so angrily that Yoongi was taken back.

"I-I was just trying to scare her but she —"

Jin dropped the club with a clang and ran to her bedside. "YNah, wake up," he pleaded shaking her hard.

"Oh my God," Jungkook sprinted down the hallway and grabbed his groggy hyungs as they entered her room apprehensive at first till they realised their friend was injured.

"She passed out, I need the doctor now," Jin looked at Namjoon who calmly called for one, whilst Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook waited to be instructed on what to do.

"You go wake the other managers quietly," Hobi told the maknaes, as Namjoon spoke to Se-Jin to explain what had happened first.

"Hyung is bringing the doctor," Namjoon blurted out before pushing forward to Jin.

"Why did she pass out?" Yoongi finally asked.

"She was almost kidnapped when she was young, you wanted to know her weakness, well now you really have gone and done it."

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