#i hate it man its like. i cant eat anything that contains even a drop of vegetable oil i cant eat anything that contains animal fat at all

[featherymainffins]

Wooow man I love it when I have to deal with The Pain and with euthanising our dog and also with my doctor thinking that I'm making The Pain up after doing like...2 tests.

[diamondcamefromhell]

Timeless love

Jaskier x female!reader part 4

[PART 1]  [PART 2]   [PART 3]

Summary: This is an AU, where Y/N is a young woman, trying to make ends meet with her freelancing writing job. She lives in her small Nottingham studio apartment along with her cat Apollo. Things change when one evening as she is waiting for her taxi, she meets what she thinks is Joey Batey, but the man in front of her is convinced he’s Jaskier, a character from her current favorite show. Y/N now has to figure out what to do.

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 2,124

A/N: first of all, thank u for positive reviews and kind comments on this story so far, again, it is kind of a slow burner, everything is moving slowly but this is what the story really is, as its taking place in our world, where no dragons or strigas exist and the biggest monsters are, well.. humans? ya kno

but anyways, any and all feedback is appreciated <3

I have to cut our loses. We spend a good hour outside, wondering around my apartment building. But we find nothing, not even a smallest hint of what happened to make Jaskier end up here. The bard stays quiet for most of the search, as I can tell he is still very much worried about me.

He only speaks when he sees a car pass by, as it startles him so much he immediately jumps behind me. I explain to him what it is, or try to, and he relaxes a little. Still flinching whenever a car goes by, though.

We rush inside, before Dave decides to visit again, as I lock the door. Apollo comes to greet us, meowing, but I ignore my friend, as anxiety washes over me and I can barely contain it. I know my companion feels it, as he glues himself to me, following my every step as I rush to the kitchen.

I see Jaskier sit at the couch again, not saying anything. I want to break the silence, but know my voice would shake, and I didn’t want to worry him even more. I throw some toast in the toaster, I will offer him a meal as an apology. I put butter and cinnamon on toast, bringing it to him. I set the plate on the coffee table, sitting down.

“I’m sorry.” I apologize, as the man looks at me. I can’t put my finger on it, but his expression makes me feel weird.

“Don’t be, I over-stepped.” I shake my head, pressing my lips together. I am willing to swallow a bit of my pride for this man.

“No Jaskier. I just… I made a promise. To the stars.” I close my eyes, scared of him judging me. This way, at least I don’t have to see it. “That I would make it on my own. Whatever that it may be. I don’t like it when people help me or try to be nice to me. Makes me feel… weak.”

“But everyone needs help from time to time.” There is no judgement in his voice, so I open my eyes. He gives me a kind smile, as Apollo jumps in my lap, purring. “You are helping me, does it mean I am weak?”

“No.” I say, biting the inside of my mouth, trying to stop the water works from leaking.

“Then why are you weak, if I help you a little?” I can’t answer that, so I just look down, at my cat, who is now napping, soundly. He has a point. “You’re being unfair on yourself. Allow me to say this, Y/N, even my great friend Geralt needs help sometimes. And he’s the bloody Witcher. It does not make him any weaker, if anything, it shows strength.”

“I know.” My voice shakes a little, as I wipe my nose. My eyes may be dry, but nose was runny. “It’s just, I prefer to be alone.”

“I used to say that.” His mind drifts far away. I cant help but admire how beautiful he manages to look. “But I hated nothing more than being alone.”

“I have Apollo.” I argue. He sighs, looking at me.

“Y/N.” He speaks to me like I am a child. We lock eyes, and I see so much care in his gaze, I want to run away. But I stay. “You need people.”

“Either way.” I say, ignoring him. I am barely holding back the tears. “Eat your meal. I have something to show you.”

I spring to my feet. Showing him moving pictures may be a good enough distraction for now. Introducing him to some of the great Internet, so we can avoid the sensitive topics. I look down to see my hands still shaking, so I rush to the bathroom.

There I see Jaskier clothes in a pile on the floor. I sigh, folding them, as tears escape my eyes. I turn on the faucet, making sure the bard can’t hear my heavy breaths and sniffling. It takes me a couple of minutes of crying to clam down. I wash my face, avoiding looking in the mirror. I stop the faucet and flush the toilet, purely because I am scared to go out just yet.

When I do, however, he doesn’t look at me, and I feel relieved. I rush to the bed, grabbing my laptop, soon landing next to him. Our legs touch and I feel the build up static shock me, so I jump back. He giggles, but I ignore that, opening up the computer, entering my password in a quick move.

One glance at him, and I see how mesmerized he is, my heart feels like it will burst. I take a couple deep breaths, wondering what I could show him.

YouTube and Netflix both were dangerous, as they could have his show on the main page, I still bite the bullet, turning the screen from his eyes, going to youtube. As expected, my feed is filled with recommended videos from Joey Batey. I stare at Jaskier for a moment, wondering if somehow he could be Joey, just very confused and lost one. But then I remember the Instagram story, and know I’m grasping at straws.

I search for cat videos, not sure what else to show him. What would interest a man who thinks he is from a fantasy world?

“Look.” I say, pressing play. It seems like his eyes are about to fall out as he stares at the screen, I giggle landing my hand on his. “Relax.”

“What is this magic?” I pause the video, pulling my hand away. Our eyes meet.

“This, Jask, is video. Moving pictures, if you will.” He still seems confused. “We have these things called cameras, that can take not-moving images of a moment, so you can cherish it, or can take moving things, like this cat video. There is even more, people create characters and stories and film them.”

“Do you have a camera?” I nod, putting laptop on the table, as I rush to get my Canon. I come back, turning it on. I decide to use the view finder. I sit next to him. “Here.”

“How do I use it?” He asks, twisting it around, before he begins staring at the screen.

I explain. Then he takes some pictures, of my room, me, my laptop and Apollo. I take some of him, and we even try to take some together, as we both laugh, trying to fit in that small space.

Then I show him some films. I start with my personal favourite and a classic – Titanic. Stopping whenever he get’s to confused, explaining things. We move to more and more films, only taking a break when we both get hungry.

I take the chance and sacrifice my wallet and order us some pizza, which he seems to like. He tries his first fizzy drink, Sprite, and at first he hates it, but I see him sip it more and more as the day progresses.

It keeps up for a couple of weeks. We spend days watching movies as he slowly learns more about the way my world works. We spend some of my savings as I order different take out, but eventually he helps me cook some dinner for us. He slowly, but surely adapts.

Until it all crashes down.

I go to use the bathroom, leaving Jaskier at the laptop. When I come out, however, he is on his feet, anxiously walking around. I stop, my heart dropping to my feet. I see Joey’s face on the screen. No, not his.

I see Jaskier. A video of him, in the tavern, signing.  

He probably went to YouTube And found a video of himself. And a whole lot of questions.

My gaze goes from the screen, to the man, who has stopped pacing, and now is staring at me. His eyes burn, as I see betrayal written all over it. I don’t know what he even thinks is going on and I don’t know how I can explain it to him.

“Jaskier, please.” I point to the couch, but he just shakes his head. I put my hands behind my back, so he wouldn’t see them shake.

“What does that mean?” He asks, as his voice breaks. I feel my heart shatter.

“Please, sit down.” I try to plea, my voice slightly shaky.

“Just tell me what it means!” I flinch at his yell, fighting back the tears. No matter how much it hurts me, I know that he was hurting so much more.

“I don’t know.” I say, and that is the honest truth. His shoulders hang low. “Jaskier, I don’t know.”

“I’m a character.” His voice fills with disgust, as a sudden rush of bravery washes over me. I step to him, grabbing his shoulders.

“You’re so much more than that. You’re here.” I plead again, forcing him to look at me. “You’re you.”

“I’m not even real.” He hisses, escaping my grip. I wrap my hands around myself, as I continue staring at him, as he walks around. Looking for something, anything probably. Wanting things to make sense.

“Then am I crazy and just imagining you? Dave saw you too, Jaskier.” I raise my voice, which makes him stop pacing. Our eyes meet. “You are as real as me. This world just isn’t yours. How that happened, I don’t know, and we will get you home.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” There is so much hurt in his voice that I want to hide under my bed. Run away. Escape. But I choose to stay, for him.

“There is no easy way to say something like this. I don’t even know what this is!” My voice cracks, and that makes Jaskier’s expression soften a little. The storm is passing. “Yes, I recognized you as Joey because he plays you. But you are more than Jaskier we can see on tv. You’re more.”

“Y/N.” Tears escape and that completely washes any and all anger the bard might have had. He comes to me, pulling me towards himself, until we are in an embrace.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you.” I sheepishly say, as he rubs my back. “Hiding it wasn’t right. But explaining this… it’s just unexplainable.”

“I can’t expect you to have all the answers.” I shake my head, as he hugs me tighter. I hear him sigh. “I’m sorry. I scared you. You were trying to protect me.”

“You had a right to be mad.” I say, as tears finally seem to stop. I wipe my eyes and nose to my sleeve, but Jaskier doesn’t let me go just yet.

“You’ve been nothing, but kind to me. You gave me a home.” He lands a kiss on my forehead, as my heart melts. “I should be thanking you.”

He now lets me go. I wrap my hands around me, as I watch him go to the laptop, give it one final look, as he closes it. My heart breaks and I know he probably will look at it more. When I leave him alone, or at night. He will hurt himself more but he will never show me.

Because he knows it would hurt me too.

“When you said who you were, Jask, I didn’t believe it. I’ve seen the show. That’s how I knew about Geralt and Yen.” I confess, as he looks at me. His face expressionless. “That’s also why it was so easy to take you home. It felt like I knew you. Because if you were who you said you are… I’ve seen you. You were already part of my world.”

“You liked me?” He asks, crossing his arms. I can’t help but smile.

“I did. You were truly my favourite.” That makes him smirk, but his eyes remain sad. “Getting to know you, only furthers that.”

“I want to watch the show.” He says, and I knew he would. I bite inside of my mouth, as I think about it.

“I can’t stop you from watching your own story, Jask.” I say, hugging myself tighter. “I cant try and protect you anymore.”

“Watch it with me.” Our eyes lock as my heart skips a beat. He seems so sad and scared.

“Of course.” I say, swallowing back more tears.

So we watch it. We watch his story unfold. I avoid looking at him during these eight hours, scared of what he may look like. After the finale, I pause the show before another one starts. There is silence between us as I finally look at him.

He has tears in his eyes, and for a second time today, I feel my heart shatter.

[PART FIVE]

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Joji x Reader {female reader} Apocalyptic Setting <Part One>

The sound of your closest friends baby jolts you awake. You had fallen asleep sitting up in a chair near the window. You stand and stretch for a moment before walking into the kitchen. Jessica meets you at the doorway to the kitchen.

"We're officially out of food." She bounces her daughter on her knee.

"Alright, I'll grab Ashlee and we can hit that up this place we noticed coming back from our last haul. It looked like a department store or something. I have an extra cheese stick in my bag if Jade is hungry."

Jessica knods and sighs. You knew saving that cheese stick was a good call. After grabbing the snack for Jade you head to the garage where Ashlee was working on the truck we scored a few months ago. Ashlee notices you enter and slams her hand on the top. "We still need some gas for this bad boy!"

"No time like the present to go look for some?!" You add expecting a negative response.

Ashlees face turned sour. "We're out of food."

"Yep. You going."

"Well of course, but we just went on a trip 3 days ago. Those rations were supposed to last a week. Jess eats like a fucking pig." Ashlee starts throwing her gloves off onto the desk and prepares a bag for the emergency food trip we are underprepared for in all honesty.

"How much ammo do we have left?"

Ashlee sighs heavily "We were low last trip. We might have 5 or 6 shells left for the shotgun."

"And the handgun?" You interject.

"Fifteen." Ashlee finishes packing up leaving the shotgun for me to take. "I'm gonna take a smoke break. Meet me out front when your ready to roll." She puts the cigarette in her mouth and walks out.

Grabbing the gun you quickly head for your room to gather the essentials. Outside Ashlee was taking the last drag off her cigarette before flicking it to the road. I stare at the bikes in front of us wishing we had gas for the truck. "Jesus christ I hate these bikes, I'm wore out by the time we get to wherever we're going." Ashlee smiles. "Soon Y/N" Ashlee closes her eyes and daydreams for a moment. Imagining life with a car again.

About halfway there we stop and scout a bit. Make sure no one is out and about before we pull closer into this town.

Right on the edge of town we leave our bikes locked to a tree behind a small abandoned house. It was a soft pink color. It somewhat stood out making it easier to remember where we left our things. We chat quietly while making our way to a large department store.

The store was huge. The sign had fallen partially. A corner of the building was also caving in. Jessica, never going out on many supply trips didn't always realize the danger she put Ashlee and I in on a somewhat regular basis. Although we have become better at it over time.

As we arrived at the doors we became silent. Searching for any possible noises or animals that could get us in worse trouble than we were already putting ourselves in. Instead of going in through the front we found a side door that appeared quieter to open. Upon entering we were stunned to see lots of stuff still on the shelves. Why had this store not been hit so badly by looters. Shocked by the nostalgia and childlike joy we let our gaurd down. We casually walked down aisles and shared past memories that seemed insignificant then. We would give anything to be able to visit a store normally again. Buy a new dress to wear for date night or some shit.

"Holy shit, they have mother fucking WINE!!!"

Ashlee was almost in tears, and I couldn't contain my smile. We packed as many as we could. We still needed room for actual food.

Just then we both heard a single gunshot so we dropped immediately to the floor as quickly as possible. Readying our guns we slowly get up and sneak closer to the back of the store where the gun had fired. There is a hallway that leads back to the bathrooms and what I assume might be the head office or the workers lounge area. We see a shadow at first emerging from the hallway. We aim thinking it could be one of the infected, but it was just a man. He pulled out a walkie telling someone on the other end he's fine. Ashlee and I are frozen for a minute. We hadn't seen people in a long time. Hell it's even been awhile since we've seen an infected. They have been sparce lately. Probably just spreading out more. Although we weren't a very populated area anyway. Ashlee whispers "What do we do, ignore them?" I shrug not knowing myself. It would be risky to assume they are friendly. And if they were to rob us we would be left with nothing. Another man runs up, he has a large backpack on. Ashlee and I locked eyes for a moment. We had the same idea to potentially rob this man. I shake my head. "Maybe they will trade?" I whisper.

Ashlee shakes her head in disbelief that they would consider trading. We had not glanced back at the men for a minute, when we turned back to check on them they were gone. I turn back and shrug, if they were gone then we had no further issue. Ashlee and I nod knowing we should get a move on and wrap this up before we get spotted. While crouching we slowly walk around the nearest aisle where we are met face to face with the two men we had just spotted. Both shocked we all immediately stand, but none of us draw a weapon. After a solid 30 seconds of no speaking just staring I speak up

" We really just need to grab some food, we won't be any trouble." It was then that I noticed one of them was injured.

"You're hurt?" I said softly. Ashlee also softened her expression when she noticed the wound. Ashlee broke her silence as well, "Y/N is a healer of sorts, maybe we can help."

Ashlee and I are both suckers for wanting to help. The man with big sad brown eyes looked at me with some hope.

"Can you really hel-ehp" he stopped abruptly and grabbed the wound on his side that started to soak through his thick green coat. I couldn't tell the severity of it, I didn't want him to die though, so in the moment I just decided to say yes. His friend went alongside him to help support him. "My name is Ben" He proceeded to shake Ashlees hand and then my own. "This is George, nice to meet you. We were here looking for medical supplies, if you could help us out we would pay you back some how. Whatever you need, I promise. We'll work it off."

"I'm not a real doctor or anything man. I just started learning this stuff since the world went to shit. I've practiced on dogs, and cats, a few humans. Nothing too crazy. I've become pretty decent at sew up jobs. I just promise to do my best to help. If something goes wrong I just cant have you blaming me."

Ben smiled "Listen, its not like im going to find some heart surgeon out here. Anything you can do to help is better than whatever I could come up with."

Ashlee walks up to the other side of George and throws his arm over her neck. "I'll help walk him to the bikes."

I nod and quickly grab everything i can that is edible, even found a few seed packets. Elena will be stoked to add these to her garden.

We biked back to our little community that cosisted of 2 houses that have been conjoined by fencing in the two. Its somewhat protected by being hidden in the many trees that surround our community.

Jessica was sitting smoking outside. As she saw us pull up with two strangers she looked worried. I held up my hand to show her everything was okay and waved. We brought George in and laid him in a spare room we had set up for me to work on anyone who had been hurt. There was no bed, only a futon mattress had been laid on the floor.

"Set him down gently." Ben whispered.

Ashlee had a worried expression, I could tell she was worried about the blood loss. He appeared paler than before. I sat down and started preparing my equipment as fast as possible and urged Ashlee to grab some other things I needed.

As I neared being finished with sterilizing the needle I told everyone to leave the room. I can never concentrate while people watch. I had assumed George was knocked out when I reached down to start removing his jacket he grabbed my wrist.

"This is going to fucking hurt isn't it." He breathed. I nodded. I had nothing to numb him. Then I remembered the extra wine Ashlee and I had discovered. We had grabbed six bottles. I pulled out a bottle and handed it to George. He glanced it over.

"For the pain?"

"For the pain." I said as took it back from him to open it. After opening I asked if he would like a cup.

"Bottles fine, lets get this over with." He started to shrug off his jacket exposing the large gash on his side. Hopefully he hadn't punctured an organ or something I couldn't fix.

He took 3 large drinks and motioned for me to come to him. I started cleaning the wound to the best of my ability with what we had. It was time to start sewing. Sewing still makes me nervous.

I was ready to pierce skin when he interrupted.

"Do you have anything to bite on?"

I took the belt that was around my waist wrapped it up and handed it to him. He bit down and nodded to show he was ready.

I started and his eyes rolled back into his head, I kept going. I wanted this to be over as fast as possible. He started making a few small shrieks here and there but he was toughing it out rather well I thought.

As I was getting to the last few stitches his hand found my leg and grabbed it tightly. I felt horrible for causing him so much pain.

I started to just mumble I'm sorry over and over again until I had finally finished. His head fell back onto the pillow in exhaustion and agony. I leaned up and pressed my hand to his forehead and face and apologized some more. Trying to gauge how well he was actually doing. I stopped myself and realized I needed to finish by covering it with a bandage. I grabbed clean cloth from the cabinet and bandaged him. I look at him for a moment. I should grab his friend and let him know I've finished. He probably wants to wait with him until he wakes up. As I struggle to stand back up George's hand grabs mine and squeezes. I squeeze back giving him reasurrence, and leave to confront everyone.

Ben steps up to me immediately as i exit the room.

"What's the damage, is he cool? Are we good?"

I could tell he was nervous about the answer.

"I'm not sure yet honestly, he's all stiched up. He's also still alive and lucid which is a good sign. It's going to take a long time to heal. Maybe a month or two. It also needs to stay clean and free of infection. I recommend staying here until he's fully healed. Ben seemed pleased with my answers "Can I go see him now?" I nodded and he rushed in.

Ashlee pulled me to the side. "You reccomend they stay for two months?"

"Yes, that was my recommendation. He was hurt prerty bad, he shouldn't be moving at all for atleast 3 weeks. I think we should just chill. As long as he heals well, we could use their help."

Ashlee crosses her arms. "This is risky, but Im with you. It's nice to have new faces around."

"I agree" I smile, feeling slightly better that I may have saved someone's life.

[waitinginthedarke]

It Consumes Me

A BTS/Kim Namjoon Fanfiction

Summary: The minute he laid eyes on her he knew she was the one. But love is a battle of the mind and the heart, and when the voices in your head start winning, how can your heart possibly compete with a choice that consumed you before the very start…

Type: Angst/Love

Disclaimer: This story contains strong themes. Should a chapter be potentially triggering, it will be stated beforehand. !!Its a long one 0.0. This chapter contains subtle references to abusive relationships and eating disorders!!.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Chapter 10

You didn’t think you’d ever felt more rested in your whole life.

The minute consciousness pulls at your bones you could feel the revitalised energy coursing through your veins, feel the blood pumping through your body like a song, the birds outside the window accompanying the tune of insistent life.

Its only when you go to stretch that you realise you weren’t alone in the bed, the memories from the night before rushing to the forefront of your mind.

‘Good Morning, Beautiful.’

You cant help but grin at his tired mutter, the words barely managing to escape his lips before he’s curling himself around you that little bit more, and proceeding to fall straight back to sleep, a gentle snore adorably proving this point.

Watching him peacefully sleep has your stomach feeling full, contentment resonating from your chest. But its just as you’re clutching yourself closer to him, pulling your arms in to tuck yourself into his chest as his own subconsciously curl around you, that the touch of your arms against your bare chest causes the realization that you were in only your underwear to hit you. Along with all the other memories from the night before.

The nausea starts immediately, eyes watering as you try desperately to swallow it down, to think about something else other than all the take out food you’d eaten, but despite how calming Namjoon’s presence was where it was curled around you, the overwhelming consciousness that you were wearing little to nothing, has you squirming out of his hold and sliding to the edge of the bed, eyes immediately going to the cupboards along the far wall that had cuffs of sleeves and trousers poking out of them in an almost cruel taunt.

You don’t notice how much noise you’re making as you lunge for the wardrobe doors, unaware of the sleepy, slightly confused, gaze watching you as you immediately begin rooting through the garments to find a long enough shirt that you could wear to cover yourself up, feeling your chest relax once you find the perfect long sleeved checked flannel, sliding it over your head quickly and sighing in relief when the hem touches your knees.

‘Were you cold, beautiful?’

His voice suddenly spilling into the air shocks you out of your moment of solace, causing you to whip your head up to look at him, a deer caught in the headlights expression painfully evident on your face even to yourself, and you watch as he instantly notes the fear in the look, the way he sits up more as a frown pulls at his brow causing mild panic to begin a slow roll in your stomach.

‘Uh…yeah…yeah, sorry to wake you.’ You murmur, shrugging out of the uncomfortable aura trying to keep you in its clutches, the second you begin making your way back towards him feeling the darkness subside, and you smile softly as you crawl back onto the bed beside him, leaning over to touch a gentle kiss to his lips, and watching as the gesture disperses some of the concern on his face.

‘Are you sure you’ll be warm enough with that? I can find you a jumper and some more blankets if you need-‘

‘This will be just fine, Joonie.’ You cut him off quietly, becoming distracted by the sight of the blue-green check pattern against his skin where your hand was laid on his chest, and you cant help but imagine him wearing it, chest swelling slightly once again with the pleasing thought.

‘Okay…’

You snuggle back into him as he appears to drop it, humming contentedly as he relaxes back into the pillows with you, arms instinctively going around you as you lay your cheek against his chest, right under his chin. The feel of his hands smoothing over your shoulders, has a deep peace seeping into you, relaxation pulling you back towards the depths of sleep, but just as you go to accept its embrace, you feel Namjoon’s fingers stop on your shoulder and a dark foreboding enters you before he even has a chance to speak.

‘How did you get this bruise?’

Its in the softness of his voice, how quietly he speaks, that you can tell he thinks the question will scare you into refusing to answer it. But even as you register this gentle inquisition, you catch the note of barely restrained anger in his voice, and that sound scares you even more.

‘I…I fell over last week-‘

‘Did someone push you?’

The tone of his voice has you freezing in place, too scared to look up and see his expression despite the voice in your head that was screaming at you to escape, the in-built defense at needing to keep it all a secret distracting you from the fact of just who was asking the question in the first place.

‘I-‘

‘Hey, beautiful-‘

The sudden warmth in the voice pulls you back into the room and away from the escape plans forming in your head, the touch of his palm cradling your jaw to get you to look up at him disorientating you from the normal response you were expecting, and so all you can do is stare unsurely at him, looking like a dog on alert.

‘Hey…you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I was just worried about you…it’s a pretty big bruise is all. Don’t look so scared- its only me.’

It’s the last few words he speaks that pulls you from your inner turmoil, the feeling being like suddenly switching to high quality on a video and you’re suddenly able to see Namjoon sat before you, gaze reassuring as you stare back at him, his dimples slowly poking through as he sees the realization dawn on your face of what he’d said.

‘Uh-sorry, sorry…’ you say, becoming flustered as your mind goes back over your response to the innocent question he’d just asked, realizing just how obvious you’d been in your reaction and mentally hitting yourself for not covering yourself better.

But as you look back at him, and you feel yourself fall into his easy, reassuring smile, you realize-

-he didn’t know anything.

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She was definitely hiding something…and that thought made him sick to his stomach.

He had no doubt that it had nothing to do with him; cheating, or using him for fame, or something of the sort. But after his discovery of the bruise on her back the previous night, and her tense reaction to his inquiry about it this morning, he’d ended up having to swallow his emotional rage with all the obvious signs that had began flashing up at him like big warning lights from her responses.

The minute he’d seen the panic flood her expression he’d quickly backtracked, hating seeing the expression and hurriedly wanting to wipe it from her, thinking of every possible way he could swaddle her in happiness once more without alerting her to his suspicions. But watching her try to subtly pull the flannel  shirt up over her shoulder once more as she relaxed back into him only made him more angry for her;

…and more desperate to find out what had happened.

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2 hours later he’d dropped y/n off at home, scowling as she’d continued to insist that her dad would be worried about her as they’d stood around the corner of her house out of sight, and she’d kissed him with so much passion that he’d almost fallen over. After watching her skip away from him with a wink, Namjoon found himself dragging his feet toward the studio he knew he’d find his friend in, stomach churning with the conversation that was about to unfold.

‘Yeah?’ comes the call of invitation a few moments after Namjoon had mustered up the courage to knock on the door, having tried to distract himself by looking at the photos of he and his friends at various award shows that littered the walls of the building on the long stretch of corridor toward the strangely intimidating room.

Its with subconscious movements that he enters the room and sidles over to the sofa, intending to sit down and relax before he brings up what he wanted to ask Yoongi, but its not until his friend turns to him and calls his name to get his attention, that Namjoon realizes he’s perched on the edge of the seat, hands fisted together as he leans on his knees, troubled thoughts rampaging through his mind.

‘Is something wrong, Namjoon?’

He stares at the other man hard, having been about to say what was on his mind when he felt the sob rise in his throat, and he paused to force it back down, bewildered at the sudden emotion, but not surprised with the way she’d been all he’d been able to think about since the moment he’d woken up with her by his side that morning.

‘Hyung…I think she’s hiding something from me.’

The words are forced from him on a breath, Yoongi’s sudden awareness of the subject flashing in his eyes as he watches Namjoon carefully, and at that sight he cant help but watch the other man as he readjusts himself in his desk chair, slipping his head phones from around his neck and onto the desk beside him before he mimics Namjoon’s posture; leaning forward on his knees as he keeps his eyes pinned steadily on his friend.

‘Why do you say that?’

The question presents itself as a quiet murmur, Yoongi’s suddenly low, quiet voice causing Namjoon to frown as he mentally questions the sudden change in the man sat before him, seconds later registering the question and responding.

‘I…She-…She fell asleep on me last night and as I was stroking her hair I noticed a bruise on her shoulder.’ Namjoon begins, clutching his hands when he notices they’re shaking and bracing himself to continue.

‘Is that it?-‘

‘The bruise spanned her entire shoulder, hyung.’

He watches Yoongi carefully as the older guy takes in this bit of information, just before having seemed bewildered by Namjoon’s observation, but with this new bit of information his frown deepens further.

There is a pause as Namjoon watches his friend mull the statement over, watching the way he grinds his jaw as he debates what he’s going to say, hanging his head for a moment which causes Namjoon’s entire body to tense as he prepares for Yoongi to finally tell him what he was going to say the night before.

‘Namjoon, are you sure you’re not over-thinking it?’

The way Yoongi didn’t even have the audacity to look him in the eye when he poses the question to him is what begins the burning rage in his chest, the tone in which he voices the question being the second slap in the face that pretty much told Namjoon that Yoongi didn’t want to help him.

‘You know what, hyung? I honestly thought you’d want to help me, but I guess I was wrong. I’ll see you at practise.’ Namjoon snaps, forcing his true anger to remain within him to avoid exploding at the other man, knowing he needed to calm down before he could really say anything, but finding it difficult when he gets up to walk to the door and trips on the edge of the table, cursing as pain explodes in his toe.

‘Namjoon-ah, wait!-‘

‘NO Hyung! Its clear that you don’t like y/n, and I don’t know why, but it would appear to me that you don’t even want to try to get to know her. I thought I could come to you with a problem and you’d help me think it through, but now it seems like you cant even do that for me! So, why don’t you just-‘

‘Have you spoken to her about it?’

His question stops Namjoon’s frantic, slightly fearful rant in his tracks, his hand on the door handle as he makes to turn it, freezing in place as his face contorts into a frustrated frown, before he sighs in defeat.

‘I tried to ask her about the bruise this morning…she-she froze up when I tried to probe so I just let it go. But I KNOW theres something wrong. I just- I don’t know how to help her if she wont tell me.’

It proved just how desperate he was to find a solution to the problem that Namjoon immediately spills everything to the other man, turning once again to face him, threading his fingers into his hair and pulling it harshly once he’d finished speaking as his mind buzzes with suggestions, each idea coming up with a blank end.

‘You really believe she’s the one…don’t you?’

The sudden question has Namjoon peering slowly up at his friend, their gazes locking from where Namjoon had come to be crouching on the floor in his desperation. Yoongi’s expression gave nothing away as the other man waited for Namjoon to answer him, his posture remaining still and unwavering until Namjoon had nodded his head once, his quiet confession quickly following.

‘I’ve never been so sure of something in all my life.’

There’s a long pause, so long that at first Namjoon didn’t think Yoongi was going to respond to what he’d said, but just as Namjoon stands, about to further explain his frustrations to his friend, he watches his friend mimic him, noting the decided set of his expression and preparing himself for what he was going to say.

But it definitely wasn’t what he was expecting.

‘Let me talk to her.’

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You were nervously circling your fingers around your wrist as you waited for Namjoon outside of the library at 8pm that evening, trying to pry your mind off of the thoughts of what your dad would do if he thought you weren’t going to be there for the next three hours till it closed, and instead trying to distract yourself with the delicate bracelet you were able to make around your arm, smiling the higher it got.

When you’d got home that morning, entering quietly into your house and immediately walking to the kitchen to greet your father where you knew he’d be sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast, you weren’t prepared to find him sprawled on the floor, bottle of vodka barely clasped in his hand and only the faintest of breaths to be leaving his lips. You’d stood shocked for a moment, not sure how to respond to the situation, hesitating for only a few seconds before you’d pulled a blanket from the front room and laid it over him to keep him warm, gently nudging the bottle of alcohol from his grasp and replacing it with water, double checking his breathing before you’d quickly turned on your heel and headed to your room.

You’d made sure not to wake him.

Its with the thoughts of what would have happened had he woken up that you feel the familiar wave of nausea begin to curl like a snake in your stomach, spotting a bench nearby and making to head towards it, noting how shaky your steps were as you move, before you hear a shout of your name and just as you turn to see where it came from, you find yourself losing balance, the pavement rushing up to meet your side before you could stop it.

Pain washes over you instantly, the voice at the back of your mind thanking the lord your arm had managed to stop your head from connecting with the concrete, but the stinging swirling with aching that coats the side of your body overshadows that thought quickly.

‘Y/N, are you okay?’

It was ridiculous how easily his voice numbed the pain.

Subconsciously sighing in relief, you look up at him as he crashes to a crouch beside you, hands reaching toward you without thought and pulling you up towards him, the warmth of his body cushioning your bruised bones better than any bed could.

‘Hey.’ You mutter embarrassedly, peering up at him and smiling timidly, wincing when you reach out for his arm, and your thoughts rush to covering your pain, commanding your body to pull yourself into as much of an upright position as you could without showing on your face how much it hurt.

‘Hey, are you okay? Did you hit your head?’ he repeats, trying to smile to begin with, but his expression quickly turns to concern once more, hands not letting you go, but remaining light as he moves to cradle you gently, helping you up the minute you make it your mission to do so, until you’re on your feet and you look up at him with a thankful smile.

‘I’m fine, I just tripped. You scared me.’ You explain, chuckling as you observe your own stupidity, watching him pick your bag up for you, about to hand it back to you, before lugging it onto his own shoulder like he had the day before as his eyes begin to inspect your face, scanning your expression as well as checking you for any physical signs of harm.

‘Are you sure? You hit the ground pretty hard, beautiful? I was worried you’d sprained your wrist.’ He murmurs as he picks up your hand, the reflex wince that escapes you as pain emanates from the joint, causing you to internally curse at yourself as his gaze flickers up to you in response, giving him the only answer he needed. The muscles in his jaw tell you how he was gritting his teeth at the reaction and you find yourself growing confused at his response as you continue to watch him gently turn your hand one way and then the other, noting when you’d inadvertently flinch, before he sighs, concern writing itself into the creases of his forehead.

You watch as he sighs, straightening his shoulders as he looks up at you and appearing to be about to say something, before he closes his mouth quickly once more, instead stepping to the side of you that you’d fallen on, and gently slipping your hand into the crook of his elbow, making sure not to twist it in the way that it would hurt, having apparently already memorised which way the pain escaped when you twisted your wrist, before peering up at you from beneath his brow with a timid smile.

‘I’ll just have to make sure you don’t get hurt again.’

Its something in the way he says the words that has your heart swelling in your chest, all the tension that had built up within you beforehand instantly seeping from you, and you cant help but make to lean up and kiss his cheek because of it. However, before you can so much as stretch up on your tiptoes, he’s leaning down toward you, minimizing any movement on your half, and the move has you choking up a little as you hesitate speechlessly, before placing your lips softly against his waiting cheek, closing your eyes as you absorb the moment, and therefore not noticing when he quickly turns his head and catches your lips gently with his own before you could move away.

Its only a soft kiss, gentle, almost timid in its action, but you still found yourself blinking back tears as you pull back, smiling up at him as you do so, before leaning your forehead on his shoulder in embarrassment as you mutter a quiet ‘thank you’.

‘Why are you thanking me, pabo? Its my job to look after you…I want to make sure you’re never hurt.’

You swallow down an emotion filled breath with that comment, the words pulling you back to the conversation that morning when Namjoon had noticed the bruise on your back and your reaction to his acknowledgement of it. His words were innocent in their intentions, but the memories that the bruise pulled out of you had you diving for the closest defense, unable to deal with him potentially knowing anything that might scare him away from you.

‘Are we hanging out with the others tonight? Or is it just us two?’ you murmur in response, hoping to distract him as quickly as possible, but not missing the tightening at the edges of his eyes as he smiles down at you the minute you look up at him.

‘Actually, I was thinking you could come and watch me and the boys practise for a few hours before we go on a walk along the river. I wanted to spend the whole evening with you, but I couldn’t get out of this practise, I’m sorry-‘

‘That sounds like fun.’ You murmur, quickly cutting him off when you see that he seemed upset by apparently wasting your date night, when in actual fact you couldn’t be more excited by the prospect of seeing him practise- the idea of seeing him dance not being unappealing to you in the slightest.

‘Oh…well…good!’ he responds, seeming slightly taken aback by your response, but an easy smile graces his face despite his surprise, and seconds after he’d dropped a light kiss to your nose, he’s pulling you back toward the car that he’d left at the side of the road a few hundred meters back and the two of you are speeding off down the road, an excited Jin chattering away to you from the front seat as he drives.

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It wasn’t like what you’d imagined it would be.

It was SO much better.

Despite the reluctant way in which Namjoon had left you at the side of the practise room with your science textbook clutched promisingly in your lap, you hadn’t read a single page of it since the guys had begun dancing. Given that he’d described the rehearsal to you as ‘just a basic recap and shape up of all of the numbers’ that they had to perform for a performance they had coming up, you couldn’t help but feel slight anger and disbelief at the barefaced lie he’d muttered, the phenomenal energy and enthusiasm they all danced every number with leaving you with your mouth agape as you’d watched, blushing several times when one of the guys had caught you watching them in the mirror during one of the dances, before quickly pretending you were engrossed in your book once more.

You’d been watching them all so intently as they’d whipped and lunged around the floor, that by the time the last beat of the final song came out of the speakers and you watched Jimin collapse dramatically to the floor, panting hard to catch his breath, you find yourself being shocked that two hours had already flown by.

‘And that’s a wrap!’ Namjoon says, grinning as he sidles on over to you, sliding down the wall to sit next to you and lolling his head toward you to peer at you with a smile, chest still rising and falling rapidly as his lungs drag in air.

‘That was….not what I expected.’ You scoff, chuckling as you watch him raise his eyebrows, a smug smirk struggling not to grace his face as he creeps his hand over to find yours, and at first you find the gesture simply adorable, before you see him subtly peer down at your hand in his and you realise he was still trying to be careful with you after you’d hurt yourself earlier, even after he’d basically just performed an entire show, after which you could feel physical hearts sprout from your eyes as you watched him.

‘Not what you expected in a good way, or-‘

‘Definitely a good way.’ You murmur, having subconsciously leaned closer to him as he’d inspected your hand, and finding his face mere centimetres in front of yours when you look back up at him, seeing his eyes fixed on your lips and biting your lip out of nerves as you felt the tension of the moment surround you both.

‘I’ve literally just practiced for a solid two hours, but I still find myself more out of breath when im with you.’ He whispers, his statement being backed up by the feel of his warm breaths rushing over your lips where he leans even closer to you, the promise of his mouth so close to yours causing your stomach to clench, but its just as you go to move in, that you catch sight of Jimin walking over to you from the corner of your eye, and you quickly suck in an audible breath to warn Namjoon as you pull back and turn your attention to him.

‘Hey, Jimin.’ You greet him timidly, smiling shyly as he comes to a stop in front of you both, hands shoved deep into his sweatpants pockets as he grins down at you by way of saying ‘hello’, his cheeky grin at having disturbed the moment causing your face to flush with heat.

‘Me and the others just wandered what you guys were doing for the rest of the evening, cause Jungkook suggested a game playing marathon, so…you know…-‘

‘Sorry Jimin, but I was hoping to just spend the next few hours with, y/n.’

The way Namjoon provides an explanation of your plans so casually had your brows raising at his meaning behind just spending time with you, the butterflies in your stomach already battering excitedly as you peer at him intrigued, before looking back up at Jimin with a sorry expression.

‘Ah well, maybe we’ll see you later then.’ He accepts, winking at you cheekily once more, before moonwalking away, the move making you laugh before your attention is turned back to Namjoon as he struggles to his feet, grunting with exhaustion before he finally makes it to a standing position, and you cant help but laugh at his face folding into itself as he stretches to ease the aching, before he grins a lopsided smile down at you and reaches his hand out for you to take.

‘So…what are we doing?’ you ask as you accept his help, gritting against the pain still emanating from your wrist as you use it to push yourself up from the floor, but thankfully covering it well as you peer up at the man before you, biting your lip in an attempt to hide the giant grin that was coerced onto your face by the thought of getting to spend some alone time with him- something you’d needed since the moment you left the warmth of his bed this morning, and his arms that had held you all night.

‘Well…I was thinking…maybe a cosy movie night at my place? Just us two…’ he murmurs after you’d stepped toward him and his arms had slipped casually around your waist; although the grip he came to hold you with whispered of anything but being casual.

‘Just us two, huh?’ you mumble, feeling slightly breathless with the proximity of him as well as the intent hidden in his voice with the scenario he was suggesting. As he stares at you, you find yourself becoming slightly light-headed, chewing on your lip as you watch his own pull up into a secret smile directed solely at you, and without noticing your grip on his forearms tightens, the shiver that races up your spine bringing your attention to a grinding halt as you process the trembling of your legs and your cramping stomach.

‘Just us two, beautiful. …shall we get going?’ he mutters sweetly, leaning down to touch a light kiss to your cheek, and you’re thankful that his grip on your waist is so tight, because otherwise you think you would have collapsed under his angelic glow there and then. As it is…he refuses to let you go for even a second, swiping your things into your bag and lugging it onto his shoulder with one hand, whilst the other holds onto you, and within seconds you’re both bidding farewell to the others and are making for the door.

‘Come on…’

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The apartment seemed a lot emptier without the others being there, almost as if the walls relied on the young men to bring the rooms to life.

However, finding yourself curled up under the duvet in Namjoon’s bed, watching him as he tried to set up his computer with some new Taron Egerton film that he’d been raving about the whole ride back to the apartment, clothed in only some loose basketball shorts after his 2 minute shower when the two of you had returned, you couldn’t help but notice the feeling of wholeness in your chest, not being able to hold in your chuckle when he calls ‘Eureka’ and the credits begin to role for the opening of the movie.

‘Oh! I almost forgot!’ he comments suddenly, just as he’s about to climb onto the bed, turning back to his rucksack that he’d thrown into the corner, before sliding under the sheets next to you and revealing a punnet of red grapes, a cheesy grin pulling at his cheeks.

‘I thought they’d make good movie snacks…and I also completely forgot to stop at the convenience store on the way home.’ He admits, the lightest tinge of pink colouring his cheekbones, but you’re unable to focus on this fact as your stomach disturbs the silence with a loud grumble, and you feel panic begin to clench your chest.

‘Are they okay?’

Its only when he murmurs the question a few seconds later, that you feel his hand where it had come to cover yours, bringing your attention to just how tight you were gripping the bed sheets as you stare accusingly at the small unoffending fruits.

‘um…yeah…yeah, that was a good idea.’ You murmur, forcing a thankful smile onto your face as you blink and swivel your gaze up to his, swallowing past the lump in your throat and leaning over to drop a kiss to the edge of his lips, reaching for a way to distract yourself from your thoughts.

And yet, somehow…you found he knew exactly how to help you.

Before you could pull away hes turned his head quickly toward you, capturing your lips with his own and holding you captive in a slow, burning touch, the feel of his long fingers coming up to hold your head gently only causing you to melt more into him.

And that’s how it began.

Your thoughts become consumed by him at the same time his became consumed by you.

Without missing a beat you’re pulling yourself up onto your knees so that you could crawl closer to him, shivering under the feel of his free hand as it finds its way onto your side, fingers gently kneading at your waist as you shuffle nearer, heart thundering in your chest as you muster all of your confidence into straddling his lap, all the while keeping your mouth locked on his and finding yourself drowning in the taste of him.

If it weren’t for your senses still being on hyper alert after your near panic attack before, the way his tongue was curling around your own would have distracted you from the way his hands slid down your body to your butt, the way his fingers kneaded your flesh coercing you into a slow rock of your hips pulling a quiet chuckle from your throat, which in turn catches his attention.

‘Too much?’ He murmurs against your lips, the sound of him panting with adrenaline and the feel of his breath rushing against your skin as he leans his forehead against your own forces your gaze up to his, and its his eyes filled with love and lust as they peered back at you that pulled your answer from your lips before you’d even consciously thought of it.

‘…not enough.’

The feel of him freezing beneath you momentarily has your breath catching in your throat, but its just as you swallow nervously, thinking he’d decided against the ideas you could feel raging in both of your heads simultaneously, that his lips suddenly return to yours and you suddenly find yourself being rolled onto your back, the sound of the grape punnet being squashed, pausing the proceedings momentarily, before he’d thrown it onto the floor and had reappeared over you with a smouldering smile.

‘I could never ask for anything more than you.’ He murmurs, hand stroking your cheek as he leant over you, his other arm braced to the side of your head as his gaze flickers over your expression, and you feel your heart swell once again with its wholeness; taking in the impossible beauty and knowledge that his eyes held, the tell-tale signs of happiness that crept from the crows feet at the side of his eyes, and the desire curving his mouth in that moment, like it was trying to encompass the whole world you’d found in this room within your ribcage.

And with the next touch of his lips against yours, you knew you’d do anything to never let him go.

(T.B.C)

[findcalums]

You teach me and I’ll teach you

Taron x Reader 

I haven’t wrote smut in a very long time. Enjoy :)

Contains strong language and smut*

Word Count: 2.7k

He was the first person you saw when moving into your university dorm room just opposite to his “nervous?” Is the first thing he said “yes, but also excited” he nods his head “i moved in yesterday, so if you need help” you smile at him “that would be great thanks”

Thats how you started a great friendship with Taron and every Friday (well most Fridays) you’ve spent together watching a film and today was no different. “I have snacks” he says walking into your dorm room, he got to the point where he doesn’t knock anymore.

“Good because I have nothing but a shitty movie I picked up” he pick it up “showgirls?” He laugh at your choice of movie before putting it in the dvd player. The movie is only twenty minutes in before you are just talking over it.

“Have you ever had a one night stand?” You place crisps in your mouth as you sit cross-legged facing Taron “No, I really lack confidence when it comes to women” he says laying on his back looking up at the ceiling “i’ve had sex with girlfriends, its been good but never anything breath taking”

“Ok so hear me out” you brush the crisps crumbs of your fingers “how about we have sex, no bullshit, no faking, and we tell each other whats good and whats bad so we can improve?” Taron practically jumps onto all fours to face you “you want to what and a who now?” You giggle “have sex, you know when a lady and man …” “yeah ok I don’t need the birds and bees talk”

You raise your eyebrow at Taron “well since sex has never been mind blowing I thought you might need it” you cant help but laugh at your own comment “i’m fucking great at sex, the ladies always orgasm” he folds his arms “OH PLEASE” you laugh even harder “i bet 7 of those were fake” Taron now has a pouty face “ok fine miss I’m so perfect lets do this”

Taron leans in fast to kiss you but you move away in one swift movement “that’s how you come at women to kiss them?” Taron sighs while titling his head back “i don’t, I’m sorry.” He runs his hand up your thigh and puts a pressure on his grip when he reaches the top of your thigh which sends goosebumps all down your skin.

“Turned on already?” He whispers before leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips and you reciprocate. “cocky much?” You put more pressure with next kiss wanting to feel his lips on yours again. “you’ll soon find out” and you can’t help but roll your eyes but you also love the dirty chat. You just keep the kisses to a minimum too worried to make the next move.

“Are you jealous that you are so turned on before I am? You push your hand on Taron’s chest “I got a few goosebumps and you think I’m that thirsty for you?” He has a cheeky grin on his face “yes.” You make your way of the bed and stand with your back to him before slowly removing your vest top and taking your bra off before dropping it down by your side. You look over your shoulder “if you want me, you’ll have to come and get me” You cross your legs and toss your hair over your shoulder. 

Taron can handle being a tease but hates being teased, within fifteen seconds his pulled his top over his head and is standing behind you. You can feel his bare chest pressed against your back and his hand slowly graze your shoulder as he moves your hair out the way. “I don’t appreciate…” he kisses your neck “being teased” he kisses your shoulder.

You spin around and wrap your arms around his neck before tugging on his hair ever so slightly “awww poor Taron doesn’t like being teased” you tilt your head before going into kiss him and as he leans into the kiss you tug his hair more to stop him “now who is turned on?” You kiss his neck all the way down to his shoulder and you can feel his erection pressing into your thigh.

“Fuck I hate you” he hugs your body and doesn’t hold back when kissing you making sure to use tongue and his hand are running over your body. He picks you up letting your feet dangle in the air and you giggle before he puts you down on the bed. 

He places his legs in-between yours and just looks down at your chest biting on his inner lip, you knew he was staring and it made your nipples go hard just the thought of him admiring your body turned you on even more. He runs his tongue over your nipples sucking ever so slightly and you let out a small moan, he takes his hand and starts rubbing your other nipple and you let out a louder moan.

“That was so hot” Taron stands up and starts undoing his jeans, you want to keep your eyes on his but you can’t take your eyes off his body and thats when he pulls his boxers down as well and you gulp “like something you see?” He places his hands on his hips “yes” you look up at him and smile. “Good” 

His quick to unbutton your shorts and get them off “oh, are you wearing a thong?” You suddenly realise the underwear you put on this morning and freak out, you cover your hands across your underwear “that say is it Friday yet?” He laughs “I need to do some washing ok?” He reaches his hand out for you “I do need to see your arse in these” “of course you do” you take his hand and stand up, Taron jumps on the bed laying there with his hands behind his head. “Turn around then princess” You turn around and as soon as you do you hear Taron wolf whistle, you turn back around and curtsey “thank you.”

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You lay next to Taron totally naked on your bed feeling your chest take deep breaths in and out not looking at Taron as you now start to feel nervous “you ready?” You let out a squeak not really an answer to what Taron asked for “how about if we want to stop and walk away from all of this we just tap each other anyway on the body twice?” You look at him and nod “ok then” and thats when Taron starts by placing his middle finger inside you and you feel your body relax until he starts going in and out with his finger dead straight at a very fast-paced.

“ok no” Taron stops and looks at you “just curl your finger ever so slightly and slow down I’m not going anywhere” and he curls his finger once it reaches inside you and pulls out slower still keeping his finger curled. Taron is watching to see your reaction and notices how your body language is totally different you wasn’t so tense and almost squirming for him to stop. 

Your fingers where digging into your hand and head pushed deep into the pillows “god thats so much BETTER” ‘better’ came out more high pitched than you expected. Taron starts to go a bit faster and light moans come from your mouth. Taron uses his other hand, taking his thumb to rub your clit in small circles, he still can’t take his eyes of you even though you are not looking at him. 

Your fingers are now digging even harder into your hand and more moans are now leaving your mouth “fuck, I am so turned on” Taron says and thats when you look at him “your turn then” and he chuckles “oh no, I can wait” he stops what his doing and makes you bend your legs up so your feet are flat on the bed, he moves his face close to your vagina and just as he was about to start eating you out he stops “looks like I’m not the only one turned on and by the looks of it you are extremely turned on” you can tell his so very smug you just can’t stop winding each other up about it. 

“That’s what happens when you imagine that sexy guy from the library, you know the one” you knew Taron didn’t like him, he thought the guy was always so smug, you always thought they were too alike. “we’ll see about that when you are begging for me to fuck you.” He starts licking your clit slow, moving his tongue up and down, your toes start to curl and your body relax. He starts to move faster and you start to let little moans slip past your lips. 

Taron starts flicking the tip of his tongue fast and thats when you let go and you start grabbing at the bed sheets “oh fuck Taron” he keeps going and going and your body is now arching of the bed, he hooks his arms under your legs and places them on top of stomach to keep you still. You feel your orgasm approaching and Taron knows it is as well as he can feel your legs tense up. He comes to a complete stop, so you sit up to look at him, very annoyed “what the fuck are you doing?" 

“Beg me” you tilt your head back “you’ve got to be joking right?” “beg” he puts emphasis on the word, you throw yourself back onto the pillow and place your arms over your face “Taron, I’m not begging” he takes one big lick over your pussy and you flinch but still nothing comes out from your mouth but a moan “ok then, my turn” he starts to move away from you “no, no, no” you take a deep breath “please” you say very quietly “i’m sorry, what was that?” “please Taron.”

“As you wish princess” he gets back into his position and starts going faster, just constantly going over your clit. It doesn’t take you long for your orgasm to start building up again “FUCK TARON, DON’T STOP” you practically cry out. You moan very loud and tug on Taron’s hair as your orgasm comes, Taron slows down before he pulls away.

“Was it really that good?” He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand “so fucking good, never stop doing it that way” you keep taking deep breaths as you lay there. “I bet you wasn’t thinking of the guy from the library then was you” “I hate to add to your ego, but no I wasn’t”

You get up and Taron watches you as you get on your knees “stand up then” Taron practically jumps of the bed and stands in front in you “i’m telling you now, most girls do not like it when you face fuck us, so don’t even think about it” “can I least play with your hair?” You have a smug smile on your face “I like it when it gets pulled, hard” you see his dick twitch at your comment. You place your hand at the base of his dick before licking the pre-cum off and then wrap your mouth around his dick and start moving your head back and forth going as deep as you can.

You swirl your tongue around his dick and you feel Taron’s fingers running through the back of your scalp and it sends shivers down you body because you know his about to start pulling. You go even deeper trying to make Taron feel good and you also really want him to pull on your hair “oh fuck” he grabs a fist full of hair and starts tugging on it, you moan around his dick and start sucking faster. 

You pull away from his dick and dribble runs down your chin “oh god you look so hot like that” he pulls your hair back to get a view of your face and swollen red lips. You wrap a slightly tighter grip around his dick and start pumping up and down just sitting there on your knees still with your mouth open waiting for him to cum. “no fuck stop” you pout and sink down with your bum touching your feet “god, I so badly want to cum on you but I also want to fuck you so bad” you blush at his comment.

“Have you got any condoms?” Taron asks as he throws himself down on the bed out of breath, you make your way to your bottom bedside draw bending over giving Taron a great view of your arse and he can’t help himself and that’s when he smacks it and you let out a loud moan. You turn to look at Taron “oh my god you get turned on by being spanked?” He laughs “oh shut up” you throw the condom at him “its actually hot, really fucking hot” he rolls the condom onto his dick “but we can talk about that another day” 

He takes your hand leading you to climb on top of him before you stop him “erm, I’ve never done cowgirl before” you tuck your hair behind your ear “you don’t have to do it” He questions “no I want to, you learn something new everyday right?” You place your legs either side of Taron’s and putting your hands on his chest “you look so beautiful from this angle” you cant help but smile at his compliment.

“ok, so do I just put it in or what?” He chuckles “no, its easier for me to do it” he lines his dick up with your vagina “ok now move down” you move down and feel a slight tingle, you start moving fast and at an awkward angle “woah, hold on” he places his hand on your hips “slow down and a tilt your body a little more forward” you do as you are told and everything feels so much different, so much better. 

You start biting down on your lip just rocking up and down at steady pace “fuck stop doing that” you let go of your lip “sorry” you now feel awkward and uncomfortable and Taron can see that expression on your face “its just so sexy and I really don’t want to cum within the next three seconds” you smile.

He keeps ahold of your hips and just watches your body bounce up and down “you can go faster if you want?” Taron says. You place your hand on his chest and start to go faster, as you go faster your boobs start to bounce up and down “oh fuck, no slow it back down” “but this feel so good” you moan out and tilt your head back letting your hair fall behind you and moans keep escaping past your lips. 

Taron so badly wants to keep watching you and how your body is moving against his but if he does he knows he wont last much longer, Taron sits up and starts kissing in-between your breast and licks over your nipples and it sends you over the edge and you cant help but bounce harder and faster “fuck Taron” you scream out and run your finger nails along his back. 

“Taron I can’t hold on much longer” “oh thank fuck because I’m trying so hard not to cum right now” Taron relaxes his body and lets his orgasm start to build back up, you close your eyes and lick your lips before biting down on it “oh fuck Y/N” Taron legs twitch as he cums within second after you biting your lip. “YES” you scream loud as you feel your cum running down your inner thighs. 

Taron lays down on the bed and you rest your body on top of his “I want to move, but I don’t know if I can” Taron chuckles at your comment before smelling your hair “your hair smells like candy” “thanks” you laugh before laying next to him “for someone who is not confident with women, you sure are cocky during sex” you rest your head on his chest “big cock, big ego” you scoff before yanking the pillow from underneath his head and hitting him with it. He places his arms over his face “I was going to say we should do this every Friday but you hurt me with the pillow” “i’m up for more lesson in sex if you are? You smile at him “done deal then” Taron kisses you on the lips.

(I really didn’t know how to end this!)

[bronzeflower]

Who The Fuck Writes A Ten-Page Rant?????

Chapter 21: The Rappest Conversation

Also on ao3

It was your self-imposed day off, so you started the day by sleeping until afternoon. After making yourself breakfast and eating it, you played Slime Rancher for about two hours because it was a nice relaxing game that Roxy bought you for Gristmas last year.

Everything was peaceful. Nothing could possibly ruin this.

Oh look. John was pestering you. You hadn't talked to him in while, even though he was your best bro. You guessed both of you have been pretty busy lately.

-- ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] --

EB: hey, dave! EB: we haven’t spoken in ages!

TG: yeah man its been entirely too long TG: ive turned to dust while you were gone TG: ive become one with the desert and sand TG: im the sand on the beach that gets stuck inside an oyster TG: and the oyster is like what the hell are you doing here you dumbass motherfucking sand TG: im here to ruin your life oyster TG: thats basically my job TG: why are you doing this you tiny bit of sand TG: i already answered that question TG: okay fine be that way says the oyster TG: ill just turn you into a pearl so that youre no longer stabbing me everywhere TG: and then i was transformed into a dope ass pearl TG: the prettiest goddamn pearl in all the land TG: im turned into one of a pair of earrings that are sold for more that your life is worth TG: im bought by a rich woman looking for jewelry to show off TG: its passed down through the generations until the wealth they had dwindles and runs out TG: so now the earrings are sold for a dollar just to get the money for food that night TG: its a tragic tale TG: anyway TG: how are you doing

EB: dave, did you copy and paste an entire act of a play into this chat?

TG: what no TG: it is all natural and organic typing from scratch going on here TG: absolutely no foul play involved and to even imply such is an insult to my craft

EB: alright, fine! EB: i will not insult your “masterpiece” anymore. EB: if you can even call it that.

TG: oh wow sick burn TG: but like seriously speaking how is your stuff going TG: like the comedy stuff TG: have you yet to release an hour long special containing your hilarious jokes TG: and like half of the time is taken up by people laughing at them so its not even a true hour long special its more like a half hour long special and you didnt even manage to make it through all the material you had prepared TG: you know like you did in school where you accidentally prepared too much for a presentation and then get cut off because your time is up TG: and you still have like an hour and half left of material that youve collected that ended up just being a pile of wasted effort

EB: maybe not to that extreme. EB: :P EB: i haven't gotten my show up on netflix yet, but i am certainly planning on it! EB: watch out for it!

TG: do you still have that one person booing you at a bunch of your shows

EB: yeah, it is getting pretty annoying at this point, but i don't really want to do something like call security to remove someone for booing at my show. EB: that just seems as little bit over kill.

TG: i thought you were going to do a comedy sketch about them

EB: oh yeah! EB: i forgot about that.

TG: who are you jade harley

EB: what! EB: jade is great at remembering things!

TG: shes really not she just has a really fucking good system for making certain she remembers things TG: she has to build a physical barrier to her door so that she doesnt forget her keys TG: and she has so many keys to her house they are literally everywhere

EB: huh. EB: i guess i havent really visited jade in a while, have i?

TG: i would highly recommend going to her place at some point TG: and just hanging out with her in general TG: although youd probably have to plan a whole trip for it TG: just like TG: drop by or whatever next time youre where shes currently living

EB: messaging her might be a little bit more practical.

TG: yeah probably TG: anyway you really should get on writing that sketch about the lady I booing you

EB: yeah probably.

TG: yeah man how else are you going to get back at her TG: also when you finally do perform it please tell me what happened TG: or send me a recording of it TG: jk ill buy the recording TG: i always buy the recordings of your shows TG: but youll have to tell me which recording its in so that i can prepare myself

EB: maybe i won’t tell you which recording it’s in just so you're surprised by it. EB: like a schrodinger’s recording.

TG: does that mean you might be dead in one of them

EB: i hate to tell you this now dave, but i’m actually a ghost.

TG: shit ive been friends with a ghost this whole time thats actually pretty fucking dope TG: how do you do comedy sketches as a ghost TG: with the whole intangible thing TG: also with the people not being able to see you thing TG: wait TG: i wouldnt be able to message you if you were completely intangible TG: you must be a poltergeist or something TG: is there anything i can do to help you pass on

EB: yeah, you have to burn my body. EB: that’s what they do in all of the supernatural movies and shows where there’s a ghost.

TG: alright i am fully prepared to do that TG: i however have absolutely no idea where your grave is

EB: i know where your grave is.

TG: well thats not ominous at all TG: i dont even have a grave

EB: as far as you know.

TG: are you telling me that im dead TG: am i also a ghost

EB: i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner! EB: but yes we’re both ghosts. EB: i was supposed to wait for you to figure it out yourself, but it’s taking so long, so i guess i got a little impatient. EB: :B

TG: yeah but i still dont remember anything about dying or anything like that

EB: maybe you'll remember someday. EB: i’ve got to go right about now though. EB: i compromised my mission, and now i have to go through remedial training.

TG: ill wish you luck

EB: who needs luck when you have skill?

TG: okay then no good luck from me TG: i take it back TG: youve got this handled due to the sheer amount of awesomeness you have

-- ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG] --

TG: oh no they got you TG: i know i said i didnt wish you good luck but i actually did TG: you cant give back a good luck TG: you can never give back a good luck TG: the blessing is yours now forever and ever TG: or however long you live i guess TG: thats going to take a butt load of time TG: anyway TG: i should probably get going too TG: instead of just having a conversation by myself after you left TG: and like go and have a conversation with someone else TG: maybe with jade TG: i havent talked to jade in a while TG: wonder how her pumpkins are doing TG: i wonder if shes harvested them yet TG: or if its even time for that TG: i swear i do actually listen when she talks about gardening TG: but i dont remember what half the harvest times for a bunch of the vegetables she grows TG: dont tell her that TG: or do TG: she probably already knows TG: shes always had a tendency to know things that other people would have absolutely no clue of knowing about TG: anyway TG: ill pester you again at some point eventually TG: ill go pester jade instead now TG: see ya

-- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB] --

-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering gardenGnostic [GG] --

TG: yo jade how are your pumpkins doing TG: is it about time to harvest them or anything TG: or has that already happened TG: when do people harvest pumpkins again

GG: ive harvested them!

TG: awesome were they tasty

GG: of course they were!!! GG: i made pumpkin pie and roasted pumpkin seeds GG: and then i sold all the leftover pumpkins

TG: yeah what kind of profit did that turn

GG: quite a bit, actually! GG: especially with the fact that pumpkins are basically weeds GG: because they grow back no matter what you do GG: no GG: matter GG: what GG: but people fucking love pumpkins during the fall seasons

TG: yeah everyone goes batshit for that kind of stuff TG: got that pumpkin spice everywhere TG: and colorful trees and sweater weather TG: unless you live in the south TG: then there are just two seasons TG: summer and cooler summer

GG: those were basically the seasons on the island i grew up on too GG: im so glad i get to see snow where i live now!!! GG: i always wanted to play in it growing up!!!

TG: tbh we should coordinate and try to play in the snow together at some point

GG: yes!!! GG: but, no GG: :( GG: itd be way too difficult to coordinate that kind of thing

TG: yeah probably TG: but maybe one day if we happened to be in the same area and it happened to snow TG: we could get together and play in the snow and build snowpeople and snow angles

GG: dont you mean snow angels?

TG: i meant what i said TG: were gonna be drawing angles in the snow TG: forty five degrees sixty degrees one hundred and eighty degrees TG: well have all the angles right there written in the snow because no one can tell us what to do

GG: i still think id rather make snow angels though

TG: fair enough TG: you stick with your boring old snow angels TG: and ill have a fantastic time making all my fucking snow angles

GG: :/ GG: you do that, i guess GG: i still think making snow angels will be more fun!

TG: suit yourself TG: anyway im being messaged by someone else so ive gotta bounce

GG: alrighty, see ya!

-- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering gardenGnostic [GG] --

-- gallowsCalibrator [GC] began trolling turntechGodhead [TG] --

GC: D4V3

TG: terezi

GC: H4V3 YOU S33N TH1S?? GC: F1L3.COM

TG: well it would seem that im being framed for murder and no one told me

GC: NO GC: 1N C4S3 TH4T H4PP3N3D 1 WOULD S3RV3 4S YOUR PROS3CUT3R

TG: wouldnt you be unable to participate in the trial because you have a bias because were friends

GC: Y3S BUT TH4T 1S B3S1D3 TH3 PO1NT GC: W41T GC: 1S 1T B3S1D3 THE PO1NT OR B3S1D3S TH3 PO1NT??

TG: no idea TG: does it matter

GC: 1 GU3SS NOT GC: JUST LOOK 4T TH3 GODD4MN M3M3

TG: nice

GC: H3H3H3H3H3H3

-- gallowsCalibrator [GC] ceased trolling turntechGodhead [TG] --

-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling turntechGodhead [TG] --

CG: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

TG: so what stuck itself up your ass

CG: DID TEREZI SEND YOU THAT MEME?

TG: what meme i have no idea what meme your talking about

TG: i dont even know what a meme is TG: you could hear me say that but i pronounced meme as me me TG: because thats how little i know about memes TG: ive never even seen one in my life TG: you dont have any proof that tz showed me the meme that you are talking about like less than five minutes ago about the ten page rant that you sent to complain about my channel

CG: THAT’S REALLY SPECIFIC, AND IT MAKES ME SUSPICIOUS AND PRIVY TO THE IDEA THAT YOU ACTUALLY DO KNOW WHAT A MEME IS.

TG: please spare me i have a family

CG: I WASN’T AWARE THAT YOU HAD KIDS.

TG: youre right i dont have kids TG: not in reality TG: imaginary kids TG: all running around and being great and fantastic and not fucked up at all TG: thats the fucking dream

CG: DAVE, WE’RE NOT HERE TO DISCUSS YOUR INSECURITIES DEALING WITH THE POSSIBILITY OF HAVING KIDS OR WORKING WITH KIDS. CG: WE’RE HERE TO TALK ABOUT THE MEME TEREZI SENT YOU.

TG: why do you even care so much about a meme TG: its a meme and its harmless fun TG: even if it does include a picture of you topless

CG: EXACTLY. CG: I’M GOING TO NEED YOU TO DELETE ANY EVIDENCE OF THAT PICTURE, NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU WANT TO KEEP IT.

TG: why would i want to keep it TG: maybe i already deleted it TG: maybe i didnt even save it TG: also why do you want me to delete so bad TG: its not much in the way of blackmail TG: who could possibly use it against you

CG: PEOPLE.

TG: thats specific

CG: I’M NOT REALLY IN THE MOOD FOR GOING INTO TOO MUCH DETAIL ABOUT THIS, SO COULD YOU PLEASE JUST TAKE MY WORD FOR IT AND DELETE THAT PHOTO?

TG: k

CG: REALLY? CG: JUST LIKE THAT?

TG: sure if it really matters to you that much ill make sure to get rid of it TG: you can tell me why at another time TG: i get if its too personal to talk about or whatever TG: sometimes that kind of thing happens TG: there we go TG: deleted photo

CG: THANKS

-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased trolling turntechGodhead [TG] --

-- arsenicCatnip [AC] began trolling turntechGodhead [TG] --

AC: :33< *ac prowls up to the unsuspecting crow* AC: :33< *she asks meow the crow is doing!*

TG: *the crow says hes doing well and asks the same of the cat*

AC: :33< im fine! AC: :33< im meowstly just double checking the date and time we agr33d on for tea

TG: yeah im still on that day TG: just cant believe it in like a month and a half TG: seems like an almost unnecessary time to plan in advance

AC: :33< but it is a really meowfurlous tea place! AC: :33< its just a little exclawsive, so youve got to make reservations a bit in advance

TG: yeah i get that but the main question here is the dress code TG: can i show up in my jeans and hoodie or do ive got to pull out the singular suit i have TG: its bright red so i cant exactly wear it to black tie events

AC: :33< it s33ms more like mew should wear brunch attire

TG: khakis and a polo shirt got it

AC: ://< i guess thats brunch attire AC: :33< i would wear something a little nicer though

TG: so more like colorful khakis with a button down shirt that can hold cufflinks

AC: :33< yeah thats s33ms more appropriate AC: :33< mew could always ask kanya~a for advice on what to wear

TG: yeah im probably going to do that TG: also that cat pun in her name that you did was the best think ive heard all day ten out of ten would use again

AC: :33< thank mew! AC: :33< i like to give all meow furends cat pun names! AC: :33< its kind of hard to come up with them for some people though

TG: yeah im not sure how you can make a cat pun from dave TG: its pretty much impossible but if you do manage to do it i will be supremely impressed

AC: :33< meowbe a rhyming thing? AC: :33< like cavedave or something? AC: :33< but that makes you sound like some sort of caveman AC: :((< and thats not really cute

TG: maybe adding a hobby of mine of some sort to my name TG: like rapping TG: like rapnap dave or something TG: cause it sounds kind of like catnap

AC: :33< that certainly is a lot cuter! AC: :33< ill consider it! AC: :33< but ive got to go meow so we can talk later

TG: cool

-- arsenicCatnip [AC] ceased trolling turntechGodhead [TG] --

Since you were clearly talking to all your friends today, you might as well see if Aradia’s online as well. You’re pretty sure she was, and since you probably won’t get to contact her for a while, you might as well message her now.

-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering apocalypseArisen [AA] --

TG: have you finally figured out how im going to die TG: or divined that kind of shit yet TG: saw it in the clouds or something TG: my hot as hell dead body floating in the water staining the fluid and polluting the river and making it muddy with red TG: taking a stabbing and falling and dying before i could ask if it was something i said TG: choking to death, clubbing to death TG: hit through the chest with some white magic TG: bleeding and crying as they take their last breath TG: its all just so horrible and tragic TG: having every single one of these dreams TG: but i think i know that theyre memories TG: had these nightmares since i was a kid TG: always wondered if it was something i did TG: cause they made me scared of clowns swords and puppets TG: made me too scared to watch even the muppets TG: but they’re not just mine cause it’s not always my body TG: lying on the ground looking super fucking shoddy TG: and all i can feel is the oppression and fear TG: of letting go of all we hold dear TG: stabbed with a sword we did abhor TG: all the death and the violence and blood TG: overwhelmed us like a flood TG: but try as we might we had no chance TG: we were always meant to lose this dance TG: alright im done that was a dope ass fucking rap thanks folks for listening to how awesome that was

AA: you will die on the twentieth day of april in the year of 2069 from drug overdose

TG: nice

AA: also your rap was both cool and concerning

TG: yeah im not sure if i actually thought at all about what i just said in that rap TG: so basically i forgot everything that i just wrote

AA: thats the beauty of a messaging platform AA: you can just scroll up and reread what you wrote

TG: im sorry im suddenly unable to read

AA: wow AA: youre really going to do this

TG: yes and i have no regrets TG: hi im jared im nineteen and i never fucking learned how to read

AA: your name is dave

TG: shit TG: caught in the lie TG: what time will i have to spend in jail officer

AA: well since im not a cop AA: none! AA: but im still curious about whatever the hell was going on with that rap

TG: maybe you should respond with the stuff thats bothering you in rap form TG: do a little rap battle TG: but like TG: with feelings and shit TG: you can talk about whats bothering you and then i can elaborate on the fuckery in my rap

AA: alright i dont see why not AA: it will probably help us both AA: my heart and my brains been pulled taught AA: stuck between work and the one that i love AA: cant help my job fits me like a glove AA: but i cant stop thinking about my matesprit AA: how hes gonna face it AA: cause he says he supports me AA: and he says that he agrees AA: with putting my job first and foremost AA: while he sits in one place and holds post AA: i didnt mind too much before AA: we had all i could adore AA: but since he proposed were going to be married AA: i just dont know if that life should be carried

TG: well that sounds like something you should talk about TG: because not doing so might leave you in a drought TG: in your relationship where miscommunications TG: might lead to decimation TG: or more likely just breaking up TG: but you dont want that to burn up TG: so just have a talk with him about your concern TG: and then your love will continue to burn

AA: did you just rhyme up with up

TG: dont judge me im trying to help

AA: your advice was good but i can still judge you for your lack of slam poetry skills

TG: hey ill have you know im the best in the business

AA: must be a very small business

TG: wow TG: i cant believe my own moirail would do this to me

AA: you know i had to do it to em

TG: i hate you and everything that you stand for

AA: likewise AA: aside from that AA: do you want to talk about those dreams you mentioned at the start of this conversation

TG: i will only answer that if you ask me in a rap

AA: what the fuck was up with those dreams AA: you seem to be tearing at the seems AA: with all the death and the dying AA: and it might seems like im lying AA: but ive had those too AA: hit in the face and bid me adieu AA: except im a ghost and dead AA: dont know how but i bled AA: then im a frog for some reason AA: it has something to do with treason AA: then a robot that i hated AA: someones kinks that were stated AA: then i blow up again and again AA: wake up in pajamas the color of cayenne AA: and thats when i know that im alive AA: and i know for a fact that i will thrive

TG: always thought that i was alone in this TG: but i guess im not so now ill remiss TG: on all these nightmares ive had TG: that were all really bad TG: i always thought it was because of my childhood TG: never thought that i would be old enough to get to my knighthood TG: thought i was going to die alone TG: thought they wouldnt even find a bone TG: thought no would care if i was gone TG: always felt like i didnt belong TG: i thought the dreams were a message, an order TG: to finally get rid of the disorder TG: that was me theyd promised id be free TG: but i still desperately wanted to be TG: alive and awake and active and happy TG: excuse me if this starts to get a bit sappy TG: but i wanted love TG: i wanted to be above TG: my bro who so obviously hated me TG: and everyone i know would agree TG: so no matter how much i wanted to die TG: there was always something just keeping me alive TG: a wish or a kiss or a day that gets better TG: a time when i get to open a letter TG: theres something to live for something to survive for TG: going and traveling and taking a tour TG: listening to music when i feel depressed TG: going outside when i feel repressed TG: reminding myself its gonna be alright TG: in order to tell myself not to go towards the light

AA: feeling alive is good

TG: yeah TG: it is TG: thanks for listening

AA: thank you for listening! AA: thats what being moirails is all about AA: listening to each other and doing our best to comfort each other AA: although i guess thats what friendship is about too AA: moirail is more of a formal title

TG: i get that TG: someones messaging me now though so i guess this is where we can end our convo

AA: dont be a stranger!

TG: not planning to be one TG: <>

`AA: <>

-- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering apocalypseArisen [AA] --

-- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] --

TT: Hello.

TG: yes just come up and start a chat using the most generic fucking greeting in the entire goddamn world TG: thats exactly how you start a conversation with someone youve known for years TG: start conversations by calling your friends a bitch like the rest of us

TT: I’m pretty sure I would like to have a little more class than that.

TG: ill bring you down to my level one day

TT: I will do my best to resist going down that low.

TG: listen TG: im pretty sure you dont have to go that far

TT: Wow. TT: Rude.

TG: thats a more appropriate way to talk to your brother

TT: I’ll be certain to use more crass language when greeting you next time I make the decision to start a conversation with you.

TG: anyway what did you want to talk to me about

TT: I would like to invite you to my party celebrating the release of my new book. TT: It takes place in a month at my house.

TG: you mean your big ass mansion

TT: Yes, I suppose that is an apt description of the location where I reside. TT: I suggest you dress formally for the occasion. TT: You can wear the suit that you had recently tailored for you.

TG: oh yeah the one kanaya made that feels like the softest goddamn plush toy in the childrens aisle

TT: Yes, please wear that one.

TG: alrighty sounds good to me

TT: Not going to argue about wearing jeans and a T-shirt instead?

TG: nah TG: not this time at least TG: im kind of excited to wear the one kanaya made anyway TG: especially since its the first suit that i actually kind of like

TT: Well, I look forward to seeing you at my party in a suit. TT: For now, I must go and give a few others personal invitations.

TG: k you do that

-- tentacleTherapist [TT] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG] --

You proceeded to play videos games for the rest of the day because it was, in fact, your day off. You had to spend some of it by yourself after all.

[bluebirdzykaysies]

5.14 - day before momma leaves

Goddamnit I hate to admit it but I’m already thinking and crying like a baby in my head once my mom leaves me to go back home to sf. the feeling is mutual like melissa said cause she’ll probably be just as a wreck and all this time I’ve been spending with her, I’m cherishing even more. I’ve never felt like this and Victoria said the same thing; expecting that while I transition. But everyone needs to experience this. I DO, especially. I need the time away for a bit to miss them and I already miss those interactions with my brothers too of just lounging in the living room watching NBA games all night, or youtube videos like its judyslife or ustheduo.

Our lives have changed already and itll be so hard as I am bawling my eyes out, sitting in my newly mounted dining table my mom and I put together, facing outwards my window with the Chicago sun, beaming through at a whopping 54 degrees.

This is my life now, I will be on my own and making decisions on my own. Ive told a few folks that I’m sad yet annoyed my moms time here was a bit much. But I know it was perfect for what it is. We’ve been tired each and everytime, her actions speak volumes and our conversations arent as deep as I want, but I know this quality time was one that will impact my life forever. Even though I hate to admit it or will say this to her face. i love my mom. so much, she means so much to me and my brothers. The amount of things she does unselfishly aka drive my freaking car with just her and hector for 5 days cross country. do what she did to make me help settle, there is no one like her. and I will forever appreciate her and love her.

She is opinionated and still felt like I couldnt decide for myself but this will be also a time where I speak up and use my voice. Saying NO.

ugh the tears keep falling down but some highlights from this past week were:

- Silly vlog videos that I actually may put together when I get the time

- 5/6; arrived - went to container store to buy my elfa shelving for my closet. Super nice lady that worked there Hector spoke to. Went to world market to check out their furniture and standing mirrors. TJ Maxx/HomeGoods and picked up some bathroom essentials, shower curtain, mats and beddings, Facetimed Yan/Ronz/Brent+Rick at night (10pm CST) 

Mom stayed with Hector at Courtyard Marriot til Saturday 5/8. So I wanted to stay at the apartment for the first time alone and enjoy the moment and soak it all in. Parking at my garage alone, randomly waking up to the SUNRISE at 545am and just being in awe of my new city... I could just cry

Didn’t get my wifi set up yet so the struggle was real a bit. The air mattress we got from costco has been tough to sleep on but eventually Ill get my mattress. Just have been torn with my furniture not being here since everything was rushed and happened so quickly. Learnings from the move thus far:

-Write a damn list, I DID NOT. Aka thats why a bunch of junk and unnecessary things were with my mom and hector in the car. All couldve been bought here. I ocouldve taken more clothes and shoes

-Alot of my clothes aka my favorite jean jacket and pink/mauve henley was left at home. My running shoes - I decided not to prioritize idk fucking why *rolls eyes* and alot of my other valuables. Brendan is nice enough to ship it. Its not worth to buy a RT flight and go there and take it all back with me... no. :( I would though tbh if I was in LA. lol make couple trips but I’m far enough that its like.... whewww is it worth but one day I will come back and visit. For now, its slated for Oct

5/7 Friday; I had it off started the day late at 12pm and booked my mom, hector and myself tickets to the skydeck. my mom was HILARIOUS, she was scared at first and thought it would be a huge platform to see under but once she saw its just a small piece of glass over 105 floors, it wasnt THAT bad. Her and hector are hilarious together and annoying a little LOL. but I guess they’re cute

Went to Wrigley Field while there was a game and that was an experience. Fans at the top of their houses, Security all over the block, streets closed, fans everywhere. Its such a historical building in the middle of a freaking neighborhood so it made itself unique vs att/oracle park being so secluded down in mission bay.

RPM Steak for dinner in River North. Valet’d the car and Hector treated us to a Missouri Steak? it was bomb though but I wanted Medium and he wanted medium rare... cream of spinach, mac and cheese, asparagus and for dessert topped with a Baked Alaskan. Whatever that is. (It was good) and my first time trying it.. me and mom. Our waitor was a nice lady in her 30s, gave me tori kelly vibes. Then another worker stopped by our table who looked filipino for sure (Rox’s ex Dennis look a like) but I already for got his name. He told us how he lived in West Town too and would eat at this bomb restaurant called “Uncle Mikes” maybe the ‘superstar’ of chicago :) hectors jokes were a bit much saying climbing up the coconut tree and asking if he can make halo halo in the back for dessert. No sir....

5/8 Saturday; Plan was to visit Macys downtown to check out furniture at around 930am. But they werent open til 11am. We checked out the Bean at Millenium Park and my mom got to see all the tulips and flowers. We waited in line for a while at Stans Donuts since Wildberry was just too WILD and packed, so we walked a block down and had ourselves some coffee and donuts for the day. After we headed to Macys and were greeted by a tall man name Hilary. he’s THEEE BEST. he knew we didnt have to buy anything from him at macys but he’s such a sales guy and has been in this business for so long that he kept tlaking about Quality of furniture and making yourself feel comfy and at home. Being in a small apt, or living out alone for the first time, separating each section once winter hits so you’re not bored out of your mind in the small place. He was so friendly and nice, I took his business card. Went to Ashley’s on the way to the airport and got gas. Feel in love with the small dinette table they had but the one I’m sitting on now I feel like is just perfect. Soletren couch will forever be out of stock and I will never let this go :( honestly dont know how itll fit in my door but i guess i will settle for something reasonable and decent in size

IVE BEEN SPENDING SO MUCH MONEY. . . . . . . I cant even. I got paid today so todays check will be sponsoring all of my credit card funds. Gna just pay it off in full so I dont have to deal with it. But going forward a budget will be set. and luckily some of the things I bought work can reimburse so I’ll do expenses sunday perhaps.

Saturday evening after dropping off hector, we did errands in the suburbs and went to a walmart. a bit ghetto lookin but its fine. Decided to go to costco after but had an incidentn with this white man who bumped my car and didnt apologize. I was going to say something but we’re so far out in the suburbs Idk what the hell he wouldve done to me. And if they’re racist out there. took the long way home and it was prob not through the safest neighbor hoods but my mom didnt have to know since traffic on the freeway was just ALOT. omg and the roads are just so bumpy, my poor car. Becca said she has a guy at a shop her family always goes to so hopefuully I wont need him but just nice to know the option is there.

Went to the costco up by roscoe village and bought food and more essentials like medicine i have a whole pharmacy.  again throughout all this, my mom is the MVP. I wouldve been like, Ill go get it when I need it vs mom stocking up beforehand. We ended up setting my living room with a japanese style seating using my elfa shelving as the table and a towel over it. Leftovers from RPM for dinner and ribs/salad from costco. (I keep eating, and we’re not walking alot so....... I’m def gaining wait and will need to lose this asap)

I’ll be back more to cover this past week; mothers day, ikea, seafood city, hanging with becca, azul mariscos, drunk at ross and dollar tree, pants falling (mom) unbuttoned pants cuz we’re so ‘stuffffffed’ hanging with the boys via facetime cause I do miss them :( I need to havea schedule with them.

kk toodles. time to go back to work. no more crying (maybe) then an architecture tour with my mom <3 and dinner at a steakhouse at MJ’s on Michigan Ave BYeeeee

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29 Neibolt ST (Monster Roommate AU) Chapter 3

Alright friends things are heating up. Pennyboi learns how to deal with feelings and Leech gets a job. Some weird stuff with meat happens. Leatherface is a pure beautiful soul and must be protected. Next chapter will contain SMUT.

Warnings: Mild Nsfw, Blood, Swearing, Drug Use, Alcohol, Fluff. 

CHAPTER 3

Help.

The young vampire to be had been there a full month now and she hated to admit it but she had never been happier. This was truly a new start for her. People even stopped calling her by her original name preferring to use the one Pennywise had given her when they first met. It was meant as an insult but it fit her so well she kept it. She was a bloodsucker now after all. Lucy was gone Leech was who she was now. She had a new job lined up, new friends, a great mentor and she was even given a wig by Leatherface as a housewarming gift when her hair began to fall out. Aside from the impending death and losing humanity thing….and that damn clown…. this was nice. This could work.

Movie night at the Neibolt house was a big event. Everyone joined in even Pennywise who usually kept to himself but when Dracula insisted he join in to make a certain proto-vampire happy the clown reluctantly agreed. He hated that the elder vampire knew about his affliction.

When Dracula found out about it he had been confronting the clown over his disheveled state. “You seem less cruel to my young apprentice and you look like you have stopped feeding. You are infatuated.”

“Infat- What?! No! Leech is, she’s, well we’re just………I mean….I……..…..what do I do.” He was weak and defeated. Pennywise had never had a positive feeling like this before and Dracula was the only one other than Chucky that knew how to deal with this sort of thing.

“You must pursue her it'll be healthy for the both of you! My poor apprentice has been worried sick about her transition for weeks now! Yes! ROMANCE HER WOO HER GIVE HER YOUR LOVE.” The elder vampire was a complete hopeless romantic.

“I was just going to go back to eating my feelings till this goes away?”

“NAY YOU MUST COURT THE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN. I HAVE FAILED IN LOVE BUT YOU CHILD YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE”

“One, I'm way older than you. Two no.”

“LOOK AT YOURSELF BOY, YOU ARE WASTING AWAY IN LOVE! GIVE HER YOUR HEART END YOUR ETERNAL LONELINESS.”

“What part of older than you do you- never mind lets pretend this never happened.”

“YOU WILL SEE SOON ENOUGH BOY, YOU WILL SEE THAT YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM LOVE.”

Pennywise hated how that he was right about that. He tried eating more and began to look healthy again until Leech walked by in the kitchen two days later and gave him a damn compliment. Who does she think she is telling him he looked extra scary today. The nerve!

“At least theres popcorn” he grumbled plopping down onto one of the couches. Having two giant monsters in the house plus a very territorial cat required multiple couches and chairs so everyone could fit around the old antique tv.

“Whats on the menu tonight boys” Freddy says opening a beer taking up a whole lazy boy to himself.

“Something we can do a drinking game with please?” came Leech’s request from the kitchen she was busy making drinks for her new friends after she bragged she could make them killer cocktails that would knock their socks off. It also to try to persuade Leatherface to put in a good word for her when applied for the position of bartender at the newly remodeled Sawyer’s.  Dracula was assisting her while carefully watching her glances and shy smiles whenever she heard Penny’s bells. The elder vampire had never had a protege before and he had to admit her fiery personality was growing on him, shed make a fine creature of the night eventually he just had to get her past her unwillingness to change. Leech found it annoying that he was constantly nagging her about her transition. Tonight it was all about how vampires cant hold their liquor. But she liked her mentor, he was like the father she never had and she would often find herself coming to him with questions not only about her condition but also life in general.

“Atta girl Leech you're a woman after my own dead heart” Freddy shouted back the two had been bonding more smoking on the porch talking shit about people who got on their nerves that day. They did have quite a few things in common one was tequila and the other was epic amounts of sass. Pennywise did feel a twinge of jealousy over it but knew if he said something Freddy would tell everyone the eldritch embodiment of fear had a big stupid crush on someone he normally considered food.

“All right guys heres my official audition for bartender at Sawyer’s. Tip jar is on the counter for when all you assholes are blown away by how great I am.” she boasted passing out the drinks.

“Big talk for someone who's tolerance is sinking faster than the Titanic” said Chucky

“Shut up and drink doll. I’ll let my talent do all the ass kicking for me.”

“What the hell is this?” Freddy asked poking the puffy pice of spun sugar

“Cotton candy martinis bitch!”

Pennywise choked on his popcorn.

She begun finishing handing them out and as Penny picked his up his giant hand touched hers. They blinked at each other for a second. “Something wrong Pen? Did I uh offend you with the circus flavors?”

“Oh um no no just something on your um something on your face!” Dracula rolled his eyes at him dramatically from the kitchen.

“Oh where.” Leech frowned.

“Its um… no stop stop! Don't touch it. Just let me do it..” The clown quickly pretended to wipe something off her nose. “nailed it.” He thought.

Chucky's eyes grew wide when he saw the exchange. “No fucking way” he whispered.

Leatherface was delighted at the sweet drink. He even giggled when his friend put the cotton candy in the liquor and it dissolved. “So you think I got the job big guy?” he grunted happily in approval “Aw shucks Bubba you're the best!” she hugged the lovable giant murderer. Leech smiled wide with cockiness “nailed it.” She said to herself.

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“Wait you only have a waitress job??? But I thought I was applying to be a bartender!?” she complained at the giant the next day. She wasn't mad at him though it was the rest of his family’s fault probably. They Sawyer clan were a bunch of boys they needed a cute girl in the restruant to be the bait for their…. meat source. Finally the young vampire sighed “Fine I’ll take it, anything at this point. Just let me know when I start.” Desperate times call for desperate measures. “Do I at least get a nice uniform?” she asked.

Leatherface nodded enthusiastically, he brought out a bag from behind his back and handed it to her. Freddy was now watching with glee from around the corner. He had been planning this for the past week.

“Oh you've got to be kidding me.” she growled from the bathroom and Freddy laughed.

“Whats so funny?” Pennywise asked sipping a hot cocoa with way too many marshmallows

“I helped the big guy pick the new uniform for the waitresses wait till you see it.”

Leech creaked the door open her face bright red. As she stepped out Pennywise spit his drink and nearly choked on a marshmallow. She was in a tied flannel top and daisy dukes. “Who told you this was a good idea Leatherface?” the giant happily pointed at Freddy’s hiding spot who was on the floor cackling now. Chucky walked by and his jaw nearly fell on the floor before running to get Tiff. Pennywise was 100% broken. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. “Can I at least wear an actual shirt instead?”

Leatherface looked sad she didn't like the uniform. “Oh no” she thought “He's proud of it.”

“Hey hey big guy! I didn't mean it the uniforms great don't be sad see I’m going to put it away for tomorrow ok!”

Pennywise left the room quickly unable to remain there for much longer without….feeeeeeling.

Chucky walked over to him giving his leg a sharp jab with his elbow.

“What do you want doll.” he snarled

“You're a mess Jingles. Why don't you do something about it?”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Your lame school boy crush on the baby bloodsucker.”

“I dont-“

“Don't even man you were practically having a heart attack back there, plus you were staring at her the entire movie night. Tiff thinks its cute.”

“Does everyone know now?”

“Pretty much.”

The clown fell on the floor against the fridge. “Then I need your…………help.” The last word was a struggle for him.

———-

Leech marched into the old house carrying the an entire butcher shop in grocery bags. Drops of cold animal blood dripped down from her purchases and Church had come out of hiding to follow her to the kitchen where she began to pack the fridge and freezer full of raw meat.

“Ok clown your girl’s home go talk to her.” Chucky whispered from behind Pennywise who was hiding on the stairway to the basement.

“Compliment her ears she's been very self conscious about them lately” Dracula suggested to him.

As Pennywise attempted to step forward he paused when he saw the young vampire. She looked to be in a trance as she put meat away finally stopping at a package of bratwursts and taking a deep inhale of the bloody sausage. She let out a small whimper and as a drop of drool fell from her lips the clown felt his breath hitch. “What are you waiting fo- woah!!!” Chucky paused when he saw that Leech has taken one of the sausages out of the package and was brining it to her hungry open mouth. Her tongue had rolled out and she swallowed the meat whole like a snake. “Holy fuck Jingles thats uh… thats some girl you got there…” Chucky’s jaw dropped. Pennywise was completely frozen unable to speak. “Well ah.. nosferatu fledglings do have a…ahem insatiable appetite” Dracula dabbed his brow.

“We’re uh….we’re gonna go….good luck Jingles…” Chucky and Drac both bolted out of the room as Leech finished the tray of sausages completely unaware and going into a slight frenzy.

She ripped open a roast now and began violently tearing the meat with her dull human teeth. She started sucking the blood through the flesh while making obscene gasping sounds as she fed. Drool poured out of Pennywise’s mouth in record amounts as he watched the vampire. She tore off her beanie revealing her bald head and large bat like ears which began to fold straight up against the side of her head. Leech’s eyes flashed forward as she finished Penny marveled at how they looked like little reflections of the full moon against her dark eye circles she was becoming a truly terrifying monster. The clown had never seen something so beautiful or smelled something so sweet. The nosferatu came down from her high panting and gasping looking at the animal blood on her hands and the drool on the floor. “What the hell just happened?” she said to herself. She heard a soft jingle and her face lit up, she quickly put on her beanie to hide her baldness and wiped her face. “Penny?!” she said asked excitedly a small blush creeped onto her cheeks. Her face fell when no one answered. “Must have been my imagination…” she mumbled starting to clean up her mess.

Pennywise had retreated to his lair leaning back in his nest panting with need. He looked down at the tall tent in his pantaloons and shut his eyes. This was bad. He never really felt feelings like desire or lust, not like this. There were maybe a handful of occasions where he was in heat and took a lover for the night disguised as a human but he saw them as more tools than mates. Pennywise couldn't even remember some of their names, he was pretty sure he ate a few after he was done with them too. But this oh this, this was completely different. This new feeling was not something he could just relieve and get on with his hunting. This was a burning need for someone he saw as an equal, someone like him. A fellow predator, a potential mate. He didn't want anyone else he wanted her. And he hated it.

As promised the next chapter will get STEAMY. So stay tuned for that. 

[cocaowrites-blog]

Accidents

               “Um sir? That was the last load of them, well the last shipment of the month.” Y/N was looking at her clipboard which had contained a whole list of shipments and branded names that we’re delivered to her job. Checking off the very last one.

“Great, well then you’re done for today. Just make sure you turn in your survey sheet on your way out, and I’ll see you next week.” Her boss waved her goodbye and she nodded in response, leading herself out the room.

Running her fingers through her hair she let out a huff, today there were 30 men to look over for survey so she hadn’t had a chance to complete her survey of them, so that’s going to leave her stuck at work for another 45 minutes. “With my luck, I’ll be stuck here longer…” Dropping her hand she stood up straight and went straight to her office.

♠ 

“Ahhh, I’m finished!” Lifting the papers in enjoyment she quickly packed her items and sped walk right to the main office mailboxes and dropped her report and all in the box. Waving the receptionist bye, she whipped out her phone to see the exploded mess of text messages she’s received from her roommate, friend, and mom.

Knowing the wrath, she’s receive from her mom not responding right away she dialed her phone number in quickly. Putting the phone between her shoulder and ear, while making a digging for her keys, her mom picked up on the 3rd ring.

“Hey cucumber, why didn’t you text me back earlier?” Y/N smiled from the new nickname her mother has formed for her.

“I got stuck in the building, today's shipment required 30 men so I was busy all day directing some of the new ones around and didn’t have time to write down how the survey went.” Clicking the unlock button on the car Y/N opened the door and tossed her purse to the passenger side.

“Well I’m guessing you didn’t read my text from lack of response to it, but your brother and I wanted to invite you over for dinner sometime. We haven’t seen you since your birthday…” Y/N sat back in her car seat and huffed out in stress and sadness. Her job had constantly kept her busy, always letter her off late or she will get off early and be called right back in, never giving her the chance to see her family.

“Well how about I come over tonight? I know its past your dinner time, so I’ll get some dessert for you guys and something small for me, would that be fine?” She knew her mom’s response would be a definite yes but she asked just in case.

“Oh, Cumber you don’t have to ask, this was your house you know. I’ll tell your brother that you’re coming over. I’m really happy you’re coming.” It melted Y/N’s heart to hear her mom sound so… warm.

“I know mom, I’ll see you in a bit.” Ending the call Y/N set her phone in the cup holder and put the keys into the car, thinking of what to get for the visit.

♠

“No, she hates chocolate fudge. Sheesh fudge in general, so what the hell do I get her.” Y/N was browsing over the sweets section of a small shop that she simply loved going to. 

The main problem was she didn’t know what to get for her mom, her taste being very picky. So, upsetting her, more of disappointing her, she wanted to pick out something just right.

“Do you need any help ma’am? I see you’ve been looking over here for quite some while, anything you can’t find?” One of the owners came over to where Y/N was crouching, so she rose to face them.

“Ah yes, not to tell you my life story but I’m going to visit my mother after not seeing her for some time and I want to get something simple but meaningful at the same time. Shes just very picky though…” The older man was looking at the her with some thought and his eyes lit up when he had the perfect suggestion for her.

“Follow me please.” So Y/N followed the older gentleman over to where there was a display case full of mini cakes, cupcakes, muffins, you name it. The man walked behind the counted and put on some clear plastic gloves. Sliding the 

glass door over he reached in for a-a tart… With his other free hand the man grabbed a small sheet of paper and set it on the counter, then placed the tart atop. He looked at the clock and excused himself for a moment.

Y/N was wonder why the man would pick a tart and secondly if her mom would eat it. She didn’t think so, from experience they’re always too, well, tart. With that she knew for sure he mom wouldn’t like it so she tapped her foot on the ground, observing the tart and waiting for the man.

The crust of it looked like it was drizzled with white chocolate and the inside had a tint of yellow that was being covered by, guessing was powdered sugar. Then the small decoration which had a small swirl of toasted icing(?) and a red raspberry atop to give some color to it. Overall, she was stunned with how elegant it was, that’s why she came here.

“Ah forgive me, my son was visiting himself. I had to say goodbye. Now back to this though, I know your mother will enjoy this. Tarts are very difficult to make the just right balance but if you have the correct ingredients and flavors going together, you have the perfect match.

“I’m sorry sir but are you sure, my mother, it’s just tha-“ The man cut her off.

“Darling she will love it.” The man smiled at Y/N and she gave him a smile one back, nodding in approval. He then proceeds to continue where he left off and he grabbed a small box and placed the tart and paper in it.

Ringing up the tart Y/N pulled out her card and swiped it when needed and signed off her sloppy signature on the card reader. “Thank you very much sir, may you have a great evening.” Grabbing the small box and handling it gentle then man wished her a delightful farewell. 

“Yes, you too ma’am, may we see you again.” Then with that she opened the shop door with her shoulder and walked out to her car. 

Setting the box on the hood, Y/N grabbed the keys out of her back pocket and unlocked the car. Opening the passenger door, she set the box against the glove compartment and set her purse next to it, so it wouldn’t slide anywhere and hit the door. Gently closing the door, she walked over to the driver’s side, and got in feeling a weight being lifted off her chest. “Next stop moms.”

Putting the keys in the ignition she started the car, but before she could put the car in reverse her car was suddenly shaken violently. She immediately knew what had happened when she heard the sound, her car was hit.

“God please don’t be doing this to me today, please!” Silently begging Y/N unbuckled her seat belt and got out her car to, of course, see her car was indeed hit. A man stepped out the car rubbing his hand through his mint colored hair.

“You’re shitting me, oh my- uuugh.” This man was looking at where both of our cars had collided, his more with mine.

“Excuse me, I don’t want to be Captain Obvious here but you just hit my car.” Looking back at what she had just said Y/N scolded herself for sounding like and idiot.

“Oh wow! I really couldn’t tell.” The guy gave her a dull face and she folded her arms huffing.

“Ok well since you’re not a very happy camper, just give me your information an-“ He cut off abruptly.

“No, no no. I can just give you money right now for the damages and that would be easier.” She was taken back and if anything, that would be worse because she would have to go through unnecessary things through her insurance to make sure they didn’t go through her account etc.

“Sorry I cant agree with that, its just not going to be fun for me.” The guy groaned and stomped back into his cat. “Hey! What are you doing? You cant leave!” He began to back up his car and Y/N’s car settled down some bit. Though instead the guy didn’t drive off, he only pulled back so their cars weren’t connected anymore.

Getting out the car she tried to get a better look at this man. He had seemed a tad familiar but not to where she knew 100%. “Listen if I give you my information my mana- boss will have me at my throat, so could I please give you cash.” She had walked closer to the male and got a better look at him, plus with his voice, it gave her the green.

“Wait… Are you? You are.” She stood up straight and put her arms down to her side. “I’d never think in a million years Min Yoongi would hit my car.” Y/N had heard of the famous BTS group when she first moved to Korean but never took much interest in them, for she was more worried about getting a place to live. Her roommate though was obsessed with them, so she was more than updated with the latest news and music.

“Please just don’t faint, I’ll give you an autograph and we can take a selfie too maybe. This is all just a huge accident, forgive me.” He had worried written all over his face and I could truly show that he would get in trouble with the big guys.

“Yes, but it’s more of a acci-dent on the back of my car,” Y/N observed her car better and had an internal battle. Pity clearly winning. “I will take the cash.”

His face seemed to glow up. 

“Seriously, hell yea! You are great, uh, what’s your name, I mean since you know mine.

“Y/N, and its only because my roommate talks obsessively about you guys. Though I’m in a rush to get somewhere, so could we make the transaction quick.” She rose and eyebrow and Suga went to his car to fetch his wallet.

He must have been taking his time though because Y/N was getting impatient as just as soon as she was about to walk over to the passenger side of the car Suga emerged and her had handed her a, looking large, sum of money. “Forgive but I don’t think I’ll need this much.”

Though he was already making his way back to the car. “Its better than not having enough.” Suga had said over the roof of his car before he got in. But when he did Y/N got out of the middle of the parking lot and watch Min Yoongi wave and then take off.

“This seriously happened…” Still not able to comprehend everything that had just happened she got in her car and put the sum on cash in her glasses holder that was collecting dust probably. “Ok, now we go to mom’s house.”

♠

After having dessert with her mom and brother, catching up with them. She was sitting in her car going through the money to see the exact totally of money when a slip of orange paper fell onto her lap as she was flipping through the bills. She reached down and noticed a scribbled name and number. 

“That’s what took you so damn long.”