#so i got through a good like 5 or so min before the title card came up & i realized it wasnt the first ep | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

shadow-assassin-blix · 3 years

Text

Bees and Sunbeams

Santiago ‘Pope” Garcia x Estranged Wife!reader

So this might be a two parter. Not sure just yet. But this is a bit angsty. Alludes to something traumatic but I don’t specify what it is. Title is from a Henry David Thoreau quote. Santi being an idiot. Frankie being adorable with his baby.

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia was a complicated man. He spent 3 years in Colombia chasing down a drug cartel. Some would say that that was honorable. If they knew the truth however…

He went to Colombia for another reason. He was running from his marriage. He loved his wife, he truly did, but she was never quite the same after…

Even now, he couldn’t even think of the word. Didn’t want to admit that he essentially abandoned her when she needed him most.

After everything that happened with his team, he couldn’t even gather the courage to go home to her. He’s been crashing on Frankie’s couch. Santi was sure, absolutely sure, that all that was waiting for him at home was divorce papers.

He thought over thing that he said to her, when he last saw her, wincing at how harsh he was.

*Flashback*

It was the day before he left for Colombia. He was packing his bag up, and she stood leaning in the doorway watching him.

“I just… I don’t understand why you are going alone? I could meet up with you in a couple of weeks? We could… find a little home there? It’s not a problem for me to work remotely,” She bargained with him, biting her lip.

“I’ve told you no. You are staying here. I don’t need your help, I just need to be away for a while,” He responded, frustration lacing his tone.

“’You need to be away.’ Feels like you’ve been away for some time already honey. I mean… I’m not the one who has been sleeping on the couch or cringing at my touch. I’m not the one who barely talks anymore nor am I the one whose been spending most of my free time at the bar,” She threw out at him, her voice breaking.

“What do you want from me? Huh? What? What do you want me to say?” Santi asked throwing the shirt in his hand down onto his bag, his hands resting on his hips.

“Are you cheating on me? Is that… is that why you want to go to Colombia on your own? To go back to your old routine of finding beautiful informants?” She questioned looking away from him.

“Yes. I’m going to Colombia to be with beautiful women, who don’t nag at me or drive me crazy,” He responded sarcastically.

She didn’t quite pick up on the sarcasm, flinching away from him. She simply nodded her head and walked away.

He wanted to call her back and tell her he didn’t mean it. But he was too blinded by rage and pain to fully think at that point. He just gathered his bags, and left, wanting to stay the night at a hotel, rather than risk another argument.

*End*

He had been at Frankie’s for about a week at this point, and he knew Frankie wanted him to man up and go home. He was just so afraid of what he was going to find if he went back.

Frankie sighed as he woke up to go tend to his daughter who was loudly informing him, that she was awake, and needed to be changed.

“Hello my princesa. Good morning mi vida. I know. I’m working on it,” Frankie cooed to her as he picked her up, to set her on the changing table.

He quickly got her a fresh diaper, and as he stared at her, he said, “Tio Santi is a bit of an idiot. Should we pry?” She giggled in response “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He picked up his phone and hit the facetime button next to Y/N. The phone rang a few times, before it picked up and her face appeared.

“Hi my sweet girl. Good morning. What’s up Frankie?” She asked after greeting his daughter.

“Can you come over real quick, me and Sophia want to go to store sans baby? Not that I don’t love her, but it’s easier than having to drag the stroller out,” Frankie requested, thinking quickly.

“Sure. I’ll be over in 20 mins,” She answered with a smile.

“Great. See ya in a bit,” Frankie hung up.

“Frankie. What are you doing?” Came Sophia’s making him jump slightly.

“Nothing. Let’s get dressed yeah?” Frankie said changing the subject making his way to their bedroom to dress.

A few minutes later, they were all dressed, and he was bouncing Isobel up and down, smiling at the happy giggles that came from her.

A knock on the door alerted him that his company had arrived and that a warpath had been created.

Sophia opened the door, and led her in. As soon as she stepped into the living room she stopped in her tracks as she looked at Santi.

Her face… was blank. She simply looked at Frankie with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, look at the time, Sophia. We should go to the store or something. Ya know. You two should stay here and talk things out, and I will deal with the pain in the ass that’s the stroller, shall we my girls?” Frankie suggested loudly, grabbing Sophia and walking out with the both of them.

Santi stared at his wife with wide eyes. He definitely wasn’t expecting to see her. His eyes gave her a once over and admired her curves. He didn’t think it was possible for her to look more beautiful.

“Hey Bee,” He said quietly, referring to her nickname.

Her nose twitched in response and she crossed her arms, looking down.

“That’s… that’s a nice dress. Is it new?” He awkwardly began, not knowing what else to say.

“Yeah. It is. Bought it couple of months ago, along with some other stuff that were meant for my husband’s eyes only, but. It appears that he must have died out in the middle of a jungle, since I haven’t heard from in 3 years. Shame. He was so pretty,” She scoffed, glaring at him.

He winced, “Okay. I deserved that.”

They both shifted awkwardly.

She made her way into the kitchen, grabbing a beer, and popping the lid off.

“Isn’t it a little early to be drinking?” Santi asked concerned as he followed her.

“Shouldn’t you be out with one of your informants?” She threw back taking a large gulp.

“Baby. Can you please… just hear me out? Just… let me talk for 5 minutes. Then you can leave, or hit me or whatever,” Santi pleaded placing his hands on the island, staring at her softly.

“Go,” She said, gesturing for him to hurry up.

“I didn’t… I didn’t cheat on you. Either before I left or after. Yes, I had female informants, but I never… I never did anything with them, despite popular belief,” He started with a sigh.

“After… after everything happened… you were so. Different. So, hurt and in pain. Anytime I tried to help you, you pushed me away. So, I stayed away. When I got the offer to go to Colombia… I figured it would only be a couple of months. Enough time for the both of us to heal. Then we had that stupid argument where, I ruined everything,” He continued struggling to get the words out.

“I just… I figured you were better off without me… so I stayed. I ran from you. And I regret it so much honey,” Santi finished softly, not making eye contact. “Plus… I didn’t want you to see the monster I had become while I was over there.”

The silence was deafening after that. It was several minutes before she finally responded.

“I could never see you as a monster. I love you. Yeah, it took me some time to heal, but when I finally was getting better, all I wanted was my husband and all you seemed to want was a get out of jail free card,” She replied with a sniffle.

“I’m sorry. That was never my intention,” He apologized his hand hesitantly reaching out to touch the one that she was leaning on.

She allowed it and wanted to cry as he held it softly.

“How long have you been home?” She quietly asked.

“About a week. I was… I was afraid that if I came home, that I would be served with divorce papers. Afraid that I would return home to an empty house,” He admitted with a sigh.

“I’ll admit… I thought about it. Even had them drawn up after a year. Hell, I even tried to move on. Thought about going on a couple of dates, but…. Wound up not going through with them,” She confessed, fiddling with the beer bottle now.

“That’s… that’s fair. What… what made you not go through with them?” He asked curious.

She looked up at him, her eyes catching his, “They weren’t you, baby.”

He looked up at the ceiling, biting his lip, trying to control himself.

“Did you... uh... did you just quote Indiana Jones at me?” He questioned trying to not laugh.

“A little. Was it that bad?” She inquired with an awkward smile.

He shook his head, as he slowly came around to her side of the island. She followed him with her eyes, turning around as he came up to her. His hand reached up to brush an errant hair out of the way.

“Do you still want that divorce?” He questioned, clearing his throat.

“No. I just want my husband home, safe and in my arms,” She answered with a small smile.

“I think I can do that. I know I have… I know I have a great deal to make up to you. A full 3 years’ worth. If you need space at any time or want to set up rules or whatever, then let me know. I’ll do whatever I need to, to earn your trust again,” Santi promised her as he rested his forehead against hers.

She whispered an okay as she reached out to place her hands on his chest. He braced himself, preparing for her to push him away. He was pleasantly surprised when she instead wrapped them around his back, pulling him into her embrace.

He took a heavy sigh of relief as he returned her hug, pressing kisses to her head.

“First on the agenda, can we go take a nap? I had an all-nighter and I’m really tired,” She mumbled into his chest, as a yawn slipped out.

He nodded his head and led her over to the couch. He laid down on the couch first, and she gestured for him to shift on his side. He does so, and she lays in front of him. His arms curl around her, spooning her to him. Her hands held the one resting on top of her close to her chest.

They soon fell asleep at they got comfortable.

An hour later, the Morales trio walked up to their home hesitantly.

“Don’t hear screaming, nor do I see cops, so unless she murdered him quietly, I don’t know what we are about to walk into,” Frankie warned as he opened the door.

As they stepped in, Frankie sighed happily as the sight of his best friend and his wife, asleep on the couch. Sophia swooned softly, and Isobel just saw her two other favorite people and yelled happily.

At her shout, they both jerked awake, blinking rapidly.

Bee quickly got up, stumbling slightly, and made her way over to them. “Hi! I know, I didn’t get a chance to hold you earlier. Lemme make it up to you.”

She gently took Isobel from Sophia, and Isobel instantly began babbling away to her. Bee nodded her head and would respond back to her.

“Let’s go get your Tio, yeah? Would you like that? I bet you would, you love your Tio,” She said in a silly voice.

Santiago shook his head but took her from Bee as Isobel made grabby hands to him. He began to speak to her in Spanish, telling her how she’s the best goddaughter in the world.

Sophia then asked if Bee would help her unload the groceries, as Frankie made his way over to Santi.

Once they were out of earshot, Frankie guessed, “So. You two made up finally?”

“Yeah. We’re uhh. Going to go slowly, or at whatever pace she sets. But good news is, I’ll be off your couch by end of day. I’ve….. I missed her. More than I care to admit, because its… embarrassing to be honest,” He explained as Isobel tried standing on his legs, holding onto nothing but his hands.

“Good. I’m glad. Does she… does she know about what happened with Tom and everything?” Frankie quietly asked.

“Not yet. I’ll explain that when we get home. That’s going to be fun explaining,” He replied as he made Isobel sit down, after she almost fell off his lap.

Isobel made a displeased noise at him and turned to pout at her daddy.

“Oh? Tio Santi didn’t let you fall like a dummy, so now you want my attention?” He playfully asked as he took her from allowing Santi to stand up.

Santiago then quickly packed up his things. He didn’t have much in the house, most of his stuff was in the truck. He felt like he was invading their space enough as it is without all of his stuff piled up in a corner.

As he finished grabbing everything, Sophia and Bee walked in with the last of the groceries and were setting them down in the kitchen.

As soon as they had put away the groceries, Santi brought his things out to the truck, setting them in the back seat.

“Got room for one more, handsome?” Came Bee’s voice as she joined him by his truck.

He looked around and noticed her car wasn’t there, so she had walked over.

“Yeah. Think I do. I wish you wouldn’t walk everywhere though baby,” Santi voiced as he walked over to open the passenger door for her.

“I like the feel of the sun, and buzzing of the bees,” She replied as she made to step in.

She stopped, her foot on the frame, poised for her to hop in. She turned to him really quick and pressed a kiss to his lips. She ended it just as quickly as she began it, jumping into the truck. He looked at her stunned, a smile growing on his face. He shut the door and made his way to the driver’s side.

She glanced at the middle seat as he started up the truck, biting her lip. She then slid over to it, not looking at him as he glanced at her. She simply buckled herself in, and then as he put the truck in motion, she reached over and laced her hand with the one resting on his lap.

He lifted their joined hands and press a small kiss to the back of hers. He stopped to get them food at one of their favorite places, and as he pulled up to the house, he turned the truck off. He looked over at her, gazing at her lovingly.

She smiled at him, and he leaned down to capture her lips into a kiss. He gently cupped her cheek as they kissed. They pulled away after a moment, trying to catch their breaths.

“C’mon. Let’s get inside. You have some making up to do as I recall? And I’m hungry,” She flirted as she pulled away, snatching the food and rushing out.

He grabbed the drinks before catching up to her. They stepped inside and as she moved to set the food on the table he took in the site before him. The one place he thought he would never see again:

Home.

#santiago pope garcia #santiago pope garcia x reader #santi x reader #angsty #estranged wife

41 notes · View notes

jq37 · 4 years

Text

The Royal Report– A Crown of Candy Ep 7 Escape From the Bulb Creeps

Journey to the Past

We are fresh on the heels of the deaths of both Lapin and Peppermint Preston (Reeces in Pieces) but there’s no time to mourn because the remaining 5 PCs (Zac is absent all episode) are all fugitives of both church and state. With everyone stunned and out of sorts, Jet takes the lead and begins running towards the alleyway she banished Thad to several episodes ago on a goof turned escape plan. And none of the adults have a better plan so they follow her without argument or question. Ruby sends Yak up to help scout and, as they’re running, each of the group have flashbacks to simpler times:

Ruby: Ruby sees herself practicing acrobatics on the castle walls having just seen the Swirler Sisters perform. Her mom makes her come down and scolds her for not taking her princess duties seriously. Royal life is hard enough without her making it harder with her flights of fancy and she should be training to be ready for it.

Amethar: Amethar sees himself at the Stone Candy Mountain mid-war with his four sisters who have just got the news that he married Katherine Ghee--his dairy wife we learned about 2 eps ago. His oldest sister--General Rococoa--is livid about the shortsightedness and political implications of him marrying a commoner. St. Citrina, the third sister, comforts Amethar and says that if he really loves her, the marriage should stand. The youngest sister, Princess Sapphria, is chill about the whole thing and thinks (1) it won’t matter since he’s so far down in the line of succession and (2) he should have a good time if he wants to. Something ~crazy~ would have to happen for Amethar to ever get the throne so it would be *stupid* to waste time worrying about. (Thousand yard stare.) Lazuli shows up and is very fuzzy on where in the timeline they are--showing her background as a divination wizard--before congratulating Amethar on his marriage. Rococoa wants the marriage annulled and Citrina says that, for that to happen, Amethar and Katherine would need to be in the same place with the priest who performed the ceremony--Father Belford. They can take care of it after the war if Amethar wants. In the meantime, they tell their dad *nothing*.

Liam: It’s Liam’s 14th b-day and he’s still living with his dad (Joren Jawbreaker) and his mom (Spearia Mentha--a cool Vegetanian hippie woman) and his 35 other moms and dads (polygamy is big in the Sweetening Path apparently). His dad shows up and has trouble remembering his name but does present him Preston as a pet which he’s pretty stoked about. Afterwards, he meets up with his mom who says that his entire extended family talked about his going to Castle Candy as a ward/political prisoner and have decided that he can, but that he should be careful. The outside world isn’t as accepting of other spirits and ideas. Back in the present, Liam feels something dark inside him grow with the loss of Preston. Ice creeps up on his crossbow and his magic changes (mechanically speaking, he has gone from a Beastmaster to a Gloomstalker Ranger).

Theo: It’s Theo’s first day on the job as Lazuli’s ward and, after getting some business done (including a short conversation with a cotton candy monk who seemed suspiciously fleshed out to just be a random NPC) she turns to him and asks his opinion on non-sanctioned magic. Theo (who insists on addressing her by all of her titles) says that magic has never been his thing. He doesn’t have the mind for it. Lazuli takes issue with that assertion and Theo is forced to consider that he might be limiting himself for no reason. Lazuli says that she’s realizing that magic is a lot bigger and unknowable than conventional wisdom suggests and then Theo runs off to fetch her more parchment.

Jet: Jet is 14 and practicing fencing with Calroy. He gets the point with a fencing dagger (which is apparently a thing, confirmed by my one friend who fences) before they ease into a conversation about politics. Calroy asks her if she sees herself challenging convention and we all know Who Jet Is As a Person so her answer (big yes) isn’t surprising. What’s slightly more surprising is that Calroy candidly agrees with her that change is good and needed. A lot of people would love change but most of them aren’t situated in such a way that they have the power to bring about any. Calroy says he looks forward to her reign and they continue sparring.

Back to Reality

In the present, church bells toll behind them and Ruby feels a piece of paper fly out from her pocket--it’s the “For Candia” note from Lapin. She grabs it with her Mage Hand and just feels like the worst person on the planet for being mean to Lapin all these years and then watching him give his life for them. He presented as boring and lame but he was a good man.

They all reach the delirious Thad (he’s been in this alley since episode 3) who Jet flirts with to try and get his carriage but Liam circumvents that by getting a Nat 20 to fully knock the dude out. The servants with him flip out but Jet threatens them into running away and, before they can get very far, Ruby casts Sleep on them which drops them. Then, she casts Disguise Self and Prestidigitation so she looks and smells like Thad (we’re also blessed by Siobhan’s ridiculous French accent) and goes out to Thad’s carriage with Jet on her arm, lying to the servants there that Jet has been knocked up and they have to have a shotgun wedding. Her deception check succeeds and the footman declares, “To the cathedral!” NO. Beach wedding! It’s a beach wedding! They all pile into the back of the carriage--Ruby up front since she’s pretending to be Thad--and head out.

While they ride, Liam unsuccessfully tries to cry quietly and Theo eulogizes Lapin and says that what happened to him was no one’s fault. Jet asks Amethar if he had a death wish back in the Cathedral and Amethar, not in so many words, admits that he did. Yak comes back down from scouting and relays that the Glucian Road (the way back to Candia that they came) is about to be absolutely crawling with imperial soldiers. And cutting through Fructerra to the north (the shortest route) is also bad because that’s Plumbeline’s territory and she’s already proven herself untrustworthy. That leaves the “safest” options Brightgarden (basically the Vatican City of this world so not really a place they wanna be right now) and towards the Harbor.

Everyone takes another minute to have a full breakdown--especially Liam who is coming to terms with the fact that he’s gonna have to be a war guy now--and Brennan rolls death saves for Thad (he lives) before they get back to business. If they want to go to the Great Stone Candy Mountain (Where Joren Jawbreaker is), going by sea is faster. Ruby points out that they’ll have to go into the territory of Cordeau (aka, Lord Bleu--the suspicious cheese dude Primsy is lowkey courting) if they go by sea but Theo points out that they’re F’d no matter where they go so they lock in the plan.

A Fun Boat Ride

Once they get to the docks, Brennan points out that none of them have sailing proficiency (Emily: I have tarot cards) so if they just grab a ship with no crew, they’re for sure gonna die. They’d previously asked Calroy to ready a ship for them but they have no idea if that happened and they don’t have a way to ask him. The only ship they recognize in the harbor is The Colby--Annabelle’s ship. And, what do you know? She’s on the ship at that very moment, officiating a wedding for Primsy and Lord Bleu. The dude works fast.

Theo sees that they’re casting off soon and also that Morris Brie is walking around all agitated and worried--looking for Manta Ray Jack they guess. Liam casts Pass Without Trace and Amethar gets a Nat 20 to open one of the cargo crates they’re going to load onto the ship so they can hide inside (leaving Yak and Sprinkle outside to be their eyes). While they’re in there, they hear Primsy and Bleu talking and learn that he’s gonna be following behind in his own ship (since he’s captain) and they’ll meet back in Lacramor. We also learn later that his ship is called the Dairy Heir because Brennan was put on this earth to test me.

Ruby hears that Morris Brie is still walking around all worried and decides to Message him in Lacra. “Manta Ray is Captured. The House of Rocks has Fallen. All is Lost. Help.” She calls herself a friend and, on a 20 Persuasion, Brie thinks she’s a spirit. She tells him where Jack is and calls him a good man when he agrees to check.

Brennan rolls for an unspecified thing in front of the board--saying they need an 11 or higher and want a 15--and gets a 12.

The ship is held for a while, long enough that they’re loaded into the cargo hold, and Brennan narrates everything that happens from the eyes of Yak and Sprinkle (bending the rules a bit so everyone gets the benefit of knowing how Ruby’s clutch move played out):

Annabelle is agitated, waiting for Brie and Manta Ray so they can ship off. A messenger comes to her with the information that the Emperor is dead, Candia is at war with the Concord, and Amethar has been excommunicated. Primsy, who is technically in charge, reacts exactly how any sane 16 y/o would--she has absolutely no idea what to do. Another messenger shows up with a bloody letter (and, sidenote, I need Brennan to stop cursing us with detailed info on how various food people bleed. It’s extremely unsettling) from Brie which she reads and before deciding to ship off immediately.

The Candians decide to stay hidden for an hour which is good because 30 mins later, the ship is stopped and boarded by imperials (lead by Grissini). They check the barrels but not the crates because no one would be able to open them. Well, no one except Amethar on a Nat 20. They’re not found and the imperials leave.

After the hour is up, Ruby can see through Yak that there aren’t any ships except for the dairy ones escorting Primsy back home and there are only about 12 people on the Colby. There’s a long discussion about the best strategy--Should they go up or call someone down? Should they talk to Primsy or Annabelle? Should Jet volunteer as a hostage?--before Ruby makes an executive decision and decides to Message Primsy.

“Primsy, I invoke the friendship of House Rocks and House Lacra.”

On a 20 persuasion check, Primsy, like Brie, thinks she’s a fairy or a spirit, which she is childishly excited about. Ruby says that if she comes to the hold, she’ll show her a secret and Primsy, who has apparently never seen a horror movie before in her life, comes right down. To her credit, she does ask if she can bring Annabelle, but Ruby says no. But that doesn’t deter her. Once she’s down there, Theo, who also has the Message cantrip, says, “Don’t scream, no matter what you see,” which is absolutely the worst thing he could have said and, on a 3 Persuasion--plus Amethar bursting out of the crate to try to show her she’s among friends, Primsy has the correct reaction which is to scream bloody murder, calling down basically everyone, including Annabelle.

Everyone throws down their weapons (Jet just stows hers in her back pockets) and Liam tries to hide but gets a Nat 1. Annabelle is, of course, furious that they’d stow away while fugitives, endangering them all but Ruby is able to slightly charm her (non-magically) and she reveals that the letter she received before says that Brie rescued Manta Ray and they’re hiding in Comida. Ruby is relieved her plan worked and, when Annabelle scoffs at her for taking credit for the work of the spirits, hits her with a Message to prove her abilities. Annabelle seems taken aback that, even while wanted fugitives of basically the entire world, Ruby would take any of her precious time to help Manta Ray. “[He’s] a good man,” Ruby responds, as if the decision took no thought at all. Primsy comforts Liam as he breaks down over the loss of Lapin and Preston again.

Brennan has everyone do a group persuasion check where only one of them cracks a 15. Annabelle and Co. are really in a terrible position here. These are their allies but they’re also being hunted right now and the Dairy Islands really cannot afford to be at war with the Concord. Helping them would be tantamount to a declaration of war. “Please don’t make us make you,” Ruby says. Annabelle scoffs that even if they kill her, either her crew would kill them or they’d kill the crew then die at sea. Ruby apologizes for the empty threat and says she’s just scared.

Annabelle decides that they can’t help them but they also don’t have to fight them. They’ll take them to Lacramor as prisoners and then assemble a council to figure out what to do with them. In the meantime, they’ll be clothed and fed and brought to a room without chains. The Candians, who don’t really have a ton of options here, agree.

Sacre Bleu

Soon after they’re situated (they get a short rest here), Primsy invites them to the Captain’s Quarters (which she shares with Annabelle) for tea. She doesn’t allow herself to say anything that would jeopardize her country’s position, but she seems very much on their side and confident this will be sorted out once they land and the council discusses it. She’s also excited for them to meet Lord Bleu, which they’re...less enthused about.

Ruby tries to get it into her head that she’s a strong, independent woman who doesn’t have to just do whatever he says--or even what Annabelle says--but it seems that Bleu has gotten to her first because Primsy says that he tells her that too and that he’s right about everything. Theo asks if he has any enemies in his house and she says no, confused about why he would ask. Jet decides to fully let the cat out of the bag and says that someone from Bleu’s house attacked them. Primsy, with shockingly little genre savviness, says that there have been a lot of deaths in Bleu’s family to get him to the place in the line of succession that he is and that they did get a letter from Plumbeline saying that Amethar would probably be named successor but if not him then it would probably be her. And if anything happens to her, guess who’s suddenly in charge? None other than Lord Consort Cheddar, aka Bleu. Theo tries to tell Primsy to watch her back but, on a 2 Charisma check, he just pisses off yet another House Cheddar lady and Primsy leaves for the Crow’s Nest to catch a glimpse of her new husband on his ship. On a Nat 20, Jet stealths behind her to protect her.

Liam goes to find Annabelle to try and convince her to drop them off at the Candy Mountain instead of Lacramor. He starts well with a compliment (“Your haircut looks fresh”) before trying to pimp out his harem of parents in exchange for the ride and rolling a 4 Persuasion. Liam submits to the slap he knows is coming--but it misses due to Ruby’s Hex giving her disadvantage and making her take her Nat 1 instead of her Nat 20. As she stumbles forward, she notices something in the distance and walks off to check on it, Liam following behind her.

Brennan has Murph make three mystery luck checks in the box of doom because he is the enemy and Murph rolls a 7, 16, and a 14. For Murph, pretty good!

They’re just about at the Yogurt Shoals (Bleu territory, you’ll remember) and they notice that all the other ships except for the two house Bleu ones have veered off in another direction.

It starts to rain milk (Brennan seems to indicate that’s what the 7 roll was) and Annabelle yells at Primsy to come down from the crow’s nest. Primsy notices that the other ships are gone right as arrows start to fire from the Bleu ships to hers. Jet, at once, shields Primsy from the barrage.

Annabelle tries to get them out of there in a hurry but finds the sails are damaged and the House Bleu ships sidle up along the Colby and pull a Ben-Hur, tearing up the sides of the ship until it begins to sink. Everyone roll initiative!

Also, it’s Zac’s Birthday.

Happy Birthday Zac.

Medal of Honor

Gotta give out our first double medal of honor this episode, fittingly, to the twins who were on fire this whole episode.

At the top of the episode when no one else knew what to do, Jet took the reins and picked a plan and everyone else was swayed by her force of will and didn’t even ask any questions. And then later, when Theo fumbled his diplomacy, she again acted on impulse and put herself in the perfect position to protect Primsy.

And then Ruby--in the talkback, they said they were talking about “Ruby’s Big Day” which was great because so was I in my head. Taking her magic--the very thing that put her in so much danger--and turning it to their greatest asset with the clutch disguise and then using the hell out of the Message Cantrip? Lapin has been dead for less than a day and she’ll already taken the position of party Face.

Very Galaxy Brained moves from our girls this ep.

Sunny Side Up

The immediacy of the “Do you think she’s gonna get off?” response from Ally was like they’d been waiting their entire life to make that specific joke.

Also on the topic of Ally just literally saying anything, watching everyone break as Liam described the game “Stairs” was an experience. And Brennan having to react to that as a parent and acknowledge it was full abuse gave me shades of Kristen talking about all the cult literature in her family’s house that Brennan was hearing about for the first time in that moment.

The whole sequence in the alley with Thad was such a perfect moment of catharsis after the heaviness of everything else. That, “Point with my hand or?” Siobhan’s French accent. Liam hitting a Nat 20 to knock Thad TF out. Everyone coming up with plans on the spot on top of each other and the big, “NO!” after Brennan’s, “To the cathedral!” The rubberband needed to snap back to comedy for a bit after last week and all those flashbacks and they did it perfectly here.

Jet already having a “Bastard Jet” tattoo and Murph improvising that she made him do it with a cantrip.

“Advantage for boldness and disadvantage for madness.”

Things I’m Concerned About

Short list this week because the answer is basically “everything”.

Brennan. Brennan, if anything happens to Primsy...I know that this is all pre-recorded and whatever happened already happened but if Primsy is hurt in any way...Brennan…

Very interesting that the Pontifex OK’d the wedding of Primsy and Bleu basically immediately while all manner of insanity was going on but couldn’t find the time to get the emperor paperwork filled out. And by interesting I mean she’s a snake.

A big ocean battle after only a short rest? With no healer? Don’t care for that one bit.

I would not want to be Katherine Ghee right now. Idk what she’s doing but if she’s alive and well, I have to assume her life is about to be filled with BS.

Liam’s rage (which he talked to Amethar about) seems like the kind of thing that becomes a problem either for poor decision making reasons or literal communing with evil spirits reasons. So I’m for sure monitoring that situation, just in case.

Understandably, the gang wasn’t able to go for their allies this episode, but that puts them in a BAD position to put it mildly. If Calroy did ready that ship, it’s possible that at least some of the rest of the Candians will be able to get out once they hear the news. Fingers crossed for those guys but it would be a fittingly brutal story move if all the fun, tutorial level NPCs just get executed now that we’ve left the starting area (which already was pretty brutal to be sure).

Five More Things

It took me saying the episode title out loud while writing this recap to understand that it was a Bloodkeep reference. I was like, what a weird thing to call an ep. It doesn’t fit the titling conventions for this show at all.

Loved getting to see Amethar with all his sisters, even with the ouchiness of knowing how that all panned out. I especially liked Citrina as a foil for the Pontifex. If the Bulb is nothing but raw power divorced from morality then it’s nice to see someone who has a connection to that power using it in the name of love.

Theo continuing to use everyone's titles even after all that happened is so true to character. Also: “Call me Bastard Jet.”/”As you wish, your highness.”

Zac’s character didn’t show up this ep so I’m very curious when it’s gonna happen. It could happen in the battle ep--some rando helping you mid life or death battle would give very wary people a reason to trust a stranger--but it seems more plausible it would happen next story ep. I wonder if that cotton candy monk mentioned is gonna be his next character. I wonder if it’s gonna be a candy person at all.

Listening to Ruby and Theo talk about how mean they were to Lapin and how guilty they felt about it was A Lot. Like, we only had him for 6 episodes but they have an entire lifetime of history with the dude and Murph and Siobhan really made that hit home in their tiny moments. It was A Lot.

Also! This has nothing to do with Crown of Candy and it’s circulated a bunch already, deservedly so, but I wanna shout out this hilarious Fantasy High animatic by @morikorii. Super happy we’re starting to get kickass animatics for D20 stuff from crazy talented artists.

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #a crown of candy #a crown of candy spoilers #the royal report

82 notes · View notes

mggpleasedontlookhere · 4 years

Text

unexpected, expected beginnings

Summary: Working at the ice rink has been one of your favorite jobs, although it tends to lead you to reminisce on recurring memories of your past best friend and lover, Timothee. But, when an unexpected visitor comes through the door, will it leave you to start unexpected beginnings? or form a relationship from burnt bridges?

word count: 2,407 reading time aprox: 10 mins

Multi-colored strobe lights glided and beamed throughout the ice rink, shining on the faces of people that were either steadily skating or helplessly clinging onto the railing for life. I found comfort in the cold crisp air as I stood idle by the rental skate hut, waiting for my shift to finish, at 8:30, in 15 minutes.

I laid comfortably on my propped elbow, a smile crossing my lips as I watched the hesitant and naive expressions of those inexperienced skaters. A brief giggle would occasionally be let out as they would slip and tremble when letting go of the sides, in which they then hastily glue themselves to the wall once again.

I shook my head while checking the time, reminiscing on the days I began skating lessons with, my ex best friend and boyfriend, Timothee and how we would find reassurance when we’d watch each other tumble, yet get back up again. I remember it as if it wasn’t nearly 9 years ago, an 8 and 10 year old walking on ice like a baby elephant learning how to walk on it’s hind legs.

Sometimes I’d wonder where Timothee was, though I’d have to scold myself for letting him cloud my thoughts once again. We had broken up after he had graduated high school, specifically after I had confronted him on a situation involving a girl that crossed certain boundaries he failed to understand and coincidentally after I’d trusted him with the sacred and vulnerable parts of me in bed, for the first time.

I pressed my fingernails on the pads of my thumb, alternating each finger with different points of pressure as I always found comfort in the slight pain that it would bring. I thought of it as a reminder of reality and it helped me take my mind off of things by focusing on the feeling of discomfort it brought.

With an exhausted sigh, I checked the time on my phone and saw I still had about 10 minutes to endure. I tossed the device to the side and began bringing out the disinfectant spray to deal with the used skates scattered across the counter, seeing that there were no more customers coming through.

Although I spoke too soon as the sound of the revolving doors to the rink came to an audible thud which followed 2 other thuds. I didn’t even bother to turn around to know that there were 3 people that just had entered the building, but it came to a surprise when I found only one guy standing patiently in front of the desk. As soon as he saw me, he stared at me in bewildered shock as if I had caught him off guard. Consciously, I reached up to touch my face bashfully, instantly thinking if there had been something bizarre on it.

He noticed this immediately and waved in off apologetically. “Oh no, I’m so sorry, that was quite rude of me” He chuckled lightheartedly, placing his hand over mine instinctively on the desk. “I-I thought you looked...familiar, per say” He explained queerly, taking his hand away and placing it on his chest diplomatically, looking at me with regretful eyes.

“Oh that’s okay, don’t worry about it. I had thought there was something wrong with my face” I laughed off, tucking a stray hair behind my ear, smiling at him.

“Well I find nothing wrong with your face” He confessed smoothly, beaming at me with an infectious smile. “Jonathan” He stated, extending his hand out to shake mine.

“Y/N” I replied, returning the gesture, fighting off the rosy color threatening to paint my cheeks as I absentmindedly checked the time again; my shift ending in 5 minutes. “Can I help you with anything, Jonathan?” I inquired, remembering I was still on the job.

“Oh yeah, I’m here with 2 other friends-well I’m more so third wheeling- but can I get 2 size 10s in Mens and a size 7 in Womens?” He ordered.

“Where are these 2 other friends? Are they coming in later?” I asked, but then felt a little intrusive as I inquired about his business. Turning around, I looked through the racks of skates and found the requested sizes.

“Oh I came in with them, they’re just getting lockers for us”

Facing him again, I handed him the 3 pairs with a smile. “That’ll be $21 dollars in rentals” I calculated, taking his credit card from him through this little transaction. “Okay you’re all set, enjoy”.

He silently nodded at me with a comical salut and began walking towards the side of the rink where the lockers were. Maybe it was the nosy part of me, but I extended my head to the side, attempting to see who he was talking about. Although, I wish I hadn’t as my stomach sank and saliva had got caught in my esophagus to the point where I started to cough violently.

In all his fame and glory, there stood Timothee chatting about, with a girl entangled in his arms. His green meadow eyes twinkled while talking to Jonathan, the luminescent fractals of color only enhancing his facial features.

Hastily, I pressed my nails dangerously to my thumb, wincing as I broke the skin’s surface and drops of blood seeped through. “Shit” I whispered in pain, not knowing how to feel as the intensity of shock and emotional turmoil overcame me.

I grabbed a band aid from the first aid kit glued to the wall, meanwhile checking the time. My phone read 8:34 and the wave of relief I received never felt so satisfying.

‘God I will be forever grateful to you, I pledge my full loyalty. Oh thank you, thank you, merci, salamat, gracias, obrigado, just thank you’

Swiftly, I grabbed my coat and bag from under the desk in indisputable excitement. Hoping over the desk and jogging towards the doors with a skip in my step, not even bothering to put on my jacket as I just wanted to be out of this trying atmosphere.

Until, the unfortunate sound of my name echoed through the stadium.

“Hey Y/N! Come join us”

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I gingerly spun around, cringing when 3 pairs of eyes where on me. Especially the green eyes full of perplexity and awe as the mention of my name resonated with him.

‘For fucks sake. You had one job God, just one job’

While my ‘graceful and elegant’ complaints permeated my head space, I put on a fake smile and pretended to listen with enthusiasm. “Oh no, it’s quite okay. I wouldn’t want to intrude” I rejected, hoping he’d withdraw his offer.

“No it’ll be fine Y/N” He reassured, beckoning me with the wave of his arm. “Please, give me the honor of showing you a good time” He proposed with an exaggerated posh accent, bowing down at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Um...I mean” I locked eyes with Timothee, searching for any evidence of comfort or reassurance, but he was just as dumbfounded as I was. “Sure?” I replied, sounding more like a question than a straight answer.

I rested my things down behind the desk, grabbing the pair of skates I kept by my desk and somehow got my legs to progress forward, feeling every fiber in my body ignite in anxiety as I got closer to the group. I maneuvered my way to the benches and began tying my laces agonizingly slow, hoping that Jonathan would change his mind, in which I would have a perfectly formulated response.

Memories of ice skating with Timmy soon captured my thoughts and the nostalgia softened any resentful bone in my body. I bit off the loose skin on my lips, steadily reinforcing the knot I had made with the lace and with a sigh, I got up with heavy weights on my shoulders.

A bubbling sensation of apprehension arose from my stomach as I stepped onto the ice, feeling the sudden change of surface area on the pads of my feet. The luxury of maneuvering through the ice smoothly gave me confidence at the encounter, especially when Jonathan complimented my abilities. I avoided any eye contact with Timmy and kept my head low while I approached Jonathan’s side, but also making sure that I seemed present and interested for his sake.

We made a few rounds around the rink, Timothee somehow separating from the both of us to come to his girl’s aid whenever she failed to keep her balance while ‘skating’; well, more so pushing off the wall 90% of the time. Although she was quite pretty, she had brunette hair that ran long till her waist and radiating tan skin that looked like the sun puked her out. Timmy grabbed her hand, pulling her next to him as he held her up, laughing in the process as she still slipped and slided.

Rolling my eyes in resentment, I crossed my arms diving deep into my thoughts.

‘Gosh, imagine not knowing how to skate properly’

Wait, why was I judging her? I could possibly not be thinking about this now. I’m with an amazing guy with a charming personality. But the thing is, I barely even know Jonathan. But I’m supposed to be having a good time, right? I love skating. But you did love Timmy more, didn’t you?. But, Jonathan has pretty eyes. Well, where do you think your fascination of pretty eyes came from?

An incoherent grumble slipped out as my mind malfunctioned, putting it into overdrive while also, cutting Jonathan off as he was speaking about something I had completely tuned out. “So that was my tri- Wow was my story that boring?” he asked unsurely, rubbing the back of his head while trying to remain a cool exterior.

“Oh my god, I’m so- I’m so sorry, I just blacked out there” I covered my face with my palms in embarrassment, my sentence coming out mumbled. “I just...I guess I just have a lot to bear in mind” I justified pitifully, glancing at the young and happy couple frolicing around on ice a few meters away from me.

Jonathan followed the direction I was looking at and nodded. “Penny for your thoughts? Reminiscing on before?” He inquired, biting his bottom lip.

I spun around in a haste, titling my head to side. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand” I explained, confused at his ambiguous question.

He pulled me off to the side, leading us to where the penalty box was. “I have to be honest with you, I knew who you were before we initially met” He confessed, looking at me with a conciliatory expression, like if he were a little kid confessing that he broke his mother’s expensive china and was ready to repent.

“I’m still not understanding” I responded cooly, pushing myself away a few inches, increasing the distance between us as an uneasy feeling crept under my skin.

He lifted himself onto the open side of railing, patting the seat next to him, in which I carefully reciprocated, still leaving that distance. He looked up at the high ceiling, swinging his feet in thought, before saying nonchalantly, “I know that you and Chalamet over there went out” He looked over at me with a calm expression, gazing at my dismayed reaction.

As an attempt to keep my composure, I twiddled my thumbs, pressing onto the bandaid as I swallowed the improper slurs I would’ve used if I was on my own time. “I-um” I started, scratching the back of my head in order to process this new information or if my ears were deceiving me and this was all one big trick. “What do you mean- like how do you- like what?” Shaking my head, puzzled with confusion, I hopped off the side and stood on my skates, peering at him.

“I know you and Timo-” he began again

“Yes I heard, but how?” I cut him off rudely, not wanting him to repeat the same phrase like he did, as my ears might threaten to fall off and die at the sound of his acknowledgement, ending up like pruned up male parts.

Shrugging his shoulders, he soon hopped off the railing too, explaining, “Me and Tim go to university together and you were the first thing me and him ever talked about. I remember he would go on and on about you after your guys’ break up” He professed, fixating his attention to Timmy.

I know I shouldn’t feel like this, but the devil on my shoulder claimed this to be a small petty victory. It’s very infantile of me to even consider so as this was almost a year ago and I should be moving on to become an independent woman, or as my horoscope on Monday said so.

With all these recurring feelings and hesitations, all I could do was chuckle and dive into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. I bent over grabbing my knees as the hysterics came over me, tears brimming at the corners of my eyes.

Jonathan soon joined the infectious bubble of laughter, adding onto the entire comical event. “Are you okay?” He asked, in the midst of giggles and stifled coughs.

I placed my palm over my chest, inhaling and exhaling in order to slow my heartbeat to be able to respond. Jonathan then came in close proximity, wiping away the happy tears that shed down my cheek, taking in my tomato like appearance with eyes full of wonder and content. I stared back up at his in enjoyment, coming off the high we were just put in.

“I’m sorry, I find this all to be hysterical” I admitted, stepping away from his caress and smoothing out the pleated folds that had appeared on my sweater from when I bent over.

Although something did come into mind. “Why did you ask me to skate with you, if you knew me and Timmy had a thing back then?”

“Well I mean, I’m not the type of guy to pass up opportunities, and who would pass up a chance to spend time with a pretty girl like you?” He declared, showing off his pearly whites, just like when we had met.

“But isn’t that like, breaking the bro code or something?”

“Well I mean, Timmy’s out on his- what 4th, maybe 5th date this month- I’m sure he won’t mind” He justified, chuckling light-heartedly.

Narrator’s POV

With that the two skated away worry-free, completely oblivious to the pretty-eyed, brunette French boy that stole brisk glances at the interaction of his best friend and his ex-best friend.

part 2

---

A/N: That’s part one, I know there wasn’t a lot of Timmy’s presence here, but I promise in the next one there will :) it’s a new year and I guess it’s senior year of High school that’s getting to me lol

#timothee #timothee chalamet #timothee imagine #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet imagines #timmy chalamet #chalamet #cmbyn #call me by your name #chalamet imagines #chalamet imagine #tchalamet #timothee imagines #timothée hal chalamet #text: timothee #winter #ice skating #ice rink #some dude named Jonathan that tries to seduce you

293 notes · View notes

leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 4 years

Text

BTS DRABBLE

@sheebaba: BTS approaches their ex (YOU!) and wants to get back together.

Tags: BTS, BTS Drabble, my asks, my requests, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyandan, Beyond the Scene, boyfriend AU, Jin x you, Yoongi x you, Hoseok x you, Namjoon x you, Jimin x you, Taehyung x you, Jungkook x you

Genre: Angst, Fluff, maybe some suggestive content?

Title: Second Chances

KIM SEOKJIN

Smiling down at the little handwritten note in your hand, your musings were interrupted by your coworker, Liesel, walking by your cubicle, sticking her head inside and curiously eyeing the bouquet of flowers on your desk, as she asked, “Secret Admirer strikes again?”

You nodded, tucking the note into your jacket pocket, as you flashed her a grin, turning back to your stack of paperwork that needed to be finished before you left for the day, “Yeah. I’ll give it to him, the guy’s got game.”

“I’ll say.” Liesel laughed, leaning against the door frame, her eyes straying from the large bouquet to the other trinkets and treats that littered one side of your desk. “He’s sent you something nearly every day for the past month.”

“He wants to meet up.” You spun around in your desk chair, hurrying on as Liesel’s brows inched up her forehead in surprise. “I mean, it can’t hurt right? It’s at a public place, and I don’t get the vibe that this guy is a creeper or anything.”

“You do you, doll.” Liesel shrugged, pushing herself up to continue on her way, giving you a little wave and smug smile over her shoulder as she left. “Let me know on Monday if you get any hot and kinky secret admirer sex over the weekend.”

The rest of the day crept by slowly, and you found your fingers straying to the pocket of your jacket, caressing the edges of the small note far more often than you would care to admit, a stupid smile always trying to lift the corners of your mouth as you remembered the words etched into the card.

‘Meet me tonight. Benny’s. 6;00.’

Finally, FINALLY, it was 5 PM and you could go home. Rushing out of work, barely waving to Liesel and your other coworkers on the way out, you headed home, determined not to be late and show up to greet this “secret admirer” in your very best outfit.

Changing into a black, skin tight evening dress, complete with pearls and heels, you fixed your hair and touched up your makeup, glancing over at the clock as you finished up, nervously grabbing your clutch before heading out the door to wave down a taxi.

The drive to Benny’s was uneventful, and you felt nerves start to grow in your stomach as you watched the night time city flash past outside your window, the butterflies growing more and more as you finally reached the restaurant, and the taxi driver let you out onto the sidewalk after a quickly uttered “thank you.”

Smoothing down the shawl you wore around your shoulders, hands running down the smooth black fabric of your dress one more time, you took in a deep breath, shivering from the cool air, and made toward the inviting, lit up entrance to the restaurant, only to be stopped in your tracks by a very familiar voice calling out your name from behind you.

“(Y/N)!”

Your heart thudded, just once, hard, against your ribs, and you swallowed quickly, trying to wet your suddenly dry mouth, as you turned slowly to face the man coming towards you, his long, dark hair mussed from running, his breath coming in pants, his tie slightly askew, a bouquet of ruffled flowers held in his hands.

“Seokjin. What are you doing here?” You managed to ask, as he came to a stop in front of you, reaching up to rake a hand through his ruined hair as he bent over slightly, trying to catch his breath.

“Sorry....I thought....” He panted out, holding the bouquet of flowers out to you, hands still on his knees. “You’d....be a little....late....like....old times.”

You took the flowers from him, albeit a bit reluctantly, and then asked, watching as he finally straightened up and offered you a wide smile, a smile that made your heart start to pound once again in your chest, “What are you talking about? I’m meeting someone.....”

He raised a dark brow at you, his smile thinning just a bit, full lips pursed, waiting, watching you with large eyes that reflected the city lights back to you. “I know.”

Suddenly, you realized. You knew why he was here.

You gasped, pointing with the bouquet of flowers at him almost accusingly, as you exclaimed, “Wait. The only way you would know I’d be here is if....” You gasped again, louder this time, shooting him a glare, hands going to your hips. “You’re my secret admirer!”

He held his hands out in an appeasing manner, smile once again crossing his full lips. “Guilty.”

“Jin......” You began, letting out a sigh, any anger draining from your body as you regarded the man in front of you.

You had broken up, weeks ago, and everything had been going fine, everything was good, until he showed up in front of you tonight, looking like a greek god in his slim fitting tuxedo, dark hair perfectly framing his face, pink, plush lips looking so inviting against tan skin and white teeth.

Shit. You still loved him.

“Look, (Y/N).” You jerked out of your thoughts, realizing Jin had started talking while you were zoned out, a pleading look coming across his normally confident features. “I knew you wouldn’t talk to me, I knew this was the only way to get you to meet me here tonight. Could you just hear me out? Please?” He held a hand out to you, his fingers stretched toward you, offering you to take his offer. “I screwed up.I realized, as soon as you left, what I had lost.”

Sighing, still anxious over the realization you had just had at seeming him again in over a month, suddenly realizing how pathetic you were, how cliche it was to still be in love with your ex, you said, defeat clear in your tone, “All right, Jin. I came all this way. Might as well have dinner right?”

You offered him a half smile, and he returned the gesture, and as your hand met his, you let him lead you into the warmth of the restaurant.

MIN YOONGI

“Okay, remember.” You knelt down in front of Toko, reaching up to unclip his leash as you shot him a stern glare. “No rough housing. Be nice to the smaller dogs. Play with dogs your own size. Okay?”

The large husky wagged his tail at your words, sitting obediently in front of you, waiting for you to give him the okay to head off into the large dog park and play with the dozens of other dogs that filled the area, barking and chasing and fetching.

Sighing, you patted his head and then straightened, wiping the dust off your knees as you motioned with your head, “Okay then. Go play.”

With a loud bark, Toko bounded to his feet and dashed across the dog park, disappearing out of sight, already lost in sniffing bushes and trees and other dog’s asses.

Sitting down on the bench along one side of the fenced area, you pulled your jacket closer around your shoulders as a brief breeze picked up, and pulling out your phone, you began to scroll aimlessly through social media, careful to avoid any and all mentions of him, as you scanned through Twitter.

Suddenly, the sound of a yap and a small dog leaping up on the bench beside you pulled you from your melancholy, and you turned your head, words already on your lips, as you asked cheerfully, “Oh, hey little guy....”

The statement died on your lips, as your gaze met the dark orbs of a small poodle, brown fur ruffled in the breeze, front paw raised in excitement, pink tongue lolling out past blackened lips, head cocked as he regarded you with familiarity.

“Shit.” You swore under your breath, ducking your head and glancing around out of the corners of your eyes as you addressed the little dog sitting beside you. “Holly, if you’re here, then so is.....”

“Hey.”

“Yoongi.” You gasped out, finishing your statement to the poodle, as your eyes, wide with sudden surprise, flashed up to the figure of the man standing in front of you, hoodie pulled up over his head, hands tucked in his pockets, posture slightly hunched, as he regarded you with dark eyes, made even darker by the shadow of his hood falling over his forehead.

A sardonic smile quirked the corner of his lips upward, as he said dryly, “You look like shit.”

“Thanks.” You scoffed out sarcastically, methodically avoiding his gaze, as you searched for a sign of Toko among the crowds of dogs. “Funny, I could say the same about you.”

You were surprised when Yoongi shuffled forward and sat beside you on the bench, hands still out of sight deep within his hoodie, as Holly crawled onto his lap, his tail wagging enthusiastically. You slid away from him ever so slightly, not liking the sudden feeling of goosebumps arising on your skin at his too close presence.

“So. Did you bring the mutt today?” Yoongi asked, his voice holding measured disinterest, as both of you looked out over the bustling dog park.

“Of course I did. Why would someone go to a dog park without their dog?” You shot back, wanting to laugh, but the sound getting stuck behind the sudden lump in your throat, as you risked a glance over at his features, pale in the dimming afternoon light.

“Does the mutt still like to play with the smaller dogs as if they were chew toys?” He asked, meeting your gaze, as he shifted on the bench beside you, closer to you.

A slight blush came over your cheeks as your gazes met, and you glanced away again, finally catching sight of Toko across the park, playing with another larger dog, for once, as you said, “Yes. We actually had a talk about that today, before we came. About playing with dogs his own size.”

“Figures.” Yoongi grunted out, shifting again, Holly curled up on his lap now, watching the other dogs with lazy brown eyes. “The only small dog Toko ever liked was Holly.”

“Yeah.” You nodded in agreement, before you could stop yourself, and then the two of you fell into silence again.

Uncomfortable silence.

“(Y/N)...” Yoongi started to say.

��Yoongi...” You blurted out, at the exact same time your name leaft his lips.

Both of you stuttered to a halt, and you looked down at your hands, the blush once again blooming across your cheeks, as you muttered out, fumbling with a loose string on the edge of your shirt, “You go first.”

He sighed, a heavy sound, from beside you, and you couldn’t help but glance over at him curiously, this man sitting beside you, the man who, up until two days ago, you had loved more than anyone else in the world.

“(Y/N). Listen.” He glanced over at you, dark eyes brimming with an emotion you hadn’t seen for awhile, as he bit his lip between his teeth, seeming to think as he paused for a moment before continuing, “I think we made a mistake.”

“You do?” You couldn’t stop yourself, the words poured from your lips as soon as his statement was in the open, hope suddenly springing up into your chest. “I mean.” You smoothed down your sweater, clearing your throat, as you asked more calmly, “you do?”

He flashed you a smile, a smile that is so familiar, it made your heart ache, pink gums stark against his white teeth, and then he nodded. “Yeah, I do.” It is his turn to clear his throat, and then he said, “You wanna get coffee after this? Talk through some things?”

“Yes, I would love that.” You responded, your own smile flashing across your face, just as Toko bounded back over to you, muddy paws going onto your chest as he licked your face, dog breath hot on your skin, as you cried out, “Toko! No! You’re getting me dirty! Get down!”

Yoongi watched you, amusement clear on his features, as you struggled with the large husky, and then he said teasingly, “I see that the mutt still doesn’t have any manners.”

You laughed, and he followed suit, Toko grinning, large tongue lolling between the two of you, and for the first time in two days, it all felt good.

JUNG HOSEOK

“No, no, no, no, no.” You whispered out underneath your breath, as you watched your dance instructor walk down the line of students, her hands behind her back.

Praying to yourself quietly, you kept your eyes on the wall of mirrors in front of you, hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, as you avoided her gaze. She was almost to you, and if she picked you, and you had to dance with him, then you would most certainly die, right there on the spot. You were sure of it.

“(Y/N).”

You glanced up at your teacher’s sharp voice forming your name, and saw her standing before you, watching you over her rimmed glasses as she pursed her lips and said, “You have been doing well lately with this particular footwork.” She flicked her hands toward the front of the class as she turned on her heel. “Join Hoseok up front for the demonstration.”

Shit.

Your hands were suddenly clammy, your throat dry, and your heart was trying to pound its way out of your chest, as you forced your feet to move over the wooden floor and toward the front of the class, where he stood, waiting, watching.

You didn’t want to be his partner, not today, and not ever. Not after what had happened between the two of you over Spring break.

But you also didn’t want to fail this class, and you didn’t want to disobey your dance instructor, because heaven knows, dance was the only good thing you had left in your life at this point.

Coming to a stop in front of him, you kept your head down, eyes on the floor, barely listening as your teacher began walking the rest of the class through what you were about to showcase, her voice dim above the sound of rushing, panicked blood pouring through your ears.

It was bad enough that you had ended up in the same advanced dance class with none other than your ex-boyfriend. But to have to partner with him for the day? That was going to be beyond unbearable.

“Now, you two.” Your instructor floated over to the pair of you, her eyes flashing behind her glasses as she waved her hands between you. “Take up position.”

You still didn’t meet his gaze, although you could feel it burning into you, as he took your left hand in his, palms together, your right hand going on the muscle just behind his shoulder blade, trying to stop yourself from noticing how firm he felt beneath your fingertips, how warm his skin was through the thin material of his shirt.

Damn it, (Y/N). Focus.

His hand cupped your waist, his long fingers digging slightly into your skin through the tank top, and briefly, just briefly, before you managed to shut the dangerous train of thought down, you remembered how those same fingers had felt tracing patterns across the bare skin of your thighs.

FOCUS.

“You know.” You shivered slightly, hoping he hadn’t noticed your reaction, as his timbre voice sounded, low, soft, in one of your ears, as your teacher started across the room to begin the music. “It’s going to be awfully hard to dance with you if you won’t even look at me, doll.”

“Don’t call me that!” You snapped out, jerking your head up, and unwittingly meeting his eyes, those warm, caramel eyes, eyes that you could fall into, with your own, before a slight blush bloomed across your cheeks, and you stuttered out, “Besides. Dancing is all in the feet. Isn’t that what you told me once?”

Jung Hoseok chuckled, the sound sending another course of shivers down your spine, as the music began to blare over the speakers, his hand tightening slightly on your waist as he pulled you closer against him, bodies almost flush.

At this distance, you could practically feel the heat rolling off of him, smell his familiar musk overwhelming you with pleasant memories, memories of late nights and tangled sheets and his hands on every part of your body.

Shaking your head to rid yourselves of those thoughts, you huffed out, shooting him a glare, “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Suit yourself.” He shrugged, and as your instructor called out the count, he led you into the first steps of the dance.

You had to admit, it felt nice to dance with Hoseok again. It had been awhile, and as he moved you around the room, effortlessly avoiding the other students, never missing a beat, you remembered. You remembered how much you liked to dance with him, how much you liked his body pressed against yours, how much you liked his fingers intertwined with your own.

“(Y/N).”

“Hmmm?” You hummed out before you could stop yourself, your gaze meeting his once again, as your feet obediently followed through their steps.

His brow was furrowed slightly as he looked down at you. so close that your noses could have brushed if you had tiptoed only slightly, so close that you could see the warmer flecks of honey in his caramel colored eyes. “I missed this.”

At his words, your feet stuttered to a halt, but luckily, the song had just ended and the class was applauding lightly, as your instructor approached, talking over the sound of the other students about your performance.

But you couldn’t hear her. All you could hear was Hoseok’s voice, his old voice, telling you over and over again how he had missed this, and possible, quite possibly, missed you.

You stood, staring at one another, and you opened your mouth, wanting to say something, needing to say something, but he beat you to it. Offering you a gentle smile, he bowed to you, and then said softly, so only you could hear, “Thank you for dancing with me, doll. Maybe, if you want, we could...” He hesitated, pushing dark hair back off his forehead, nerves suddenly visible in his eyes as he regarded you. “I mean, that is, would you like to dance with me again sometime? Not here of course.” He stuttered over his words, and you could see in his eyes, that he knew he was acting like a fool. “At a club or something. Outside of, you know... school.” He trailed off, avoiding your gaze, his own cheeks reddening this time.

You grinned, butterflies swarming in your stomach in response to his adorable anxiety, and then you nodded, all thoughts of panic from earlier completely gone, completely washed away by the feel of his hand in yours once again, his feet leading you through the familiar dance the two of you had always shared.

“I’d love to.”

KIM NAMJOON

Groaning, you shoved the last of the books into your bag and reached for your apartment key, slipping into your worn sneakers as your roommate glanced up from her phone where she was laying on the couch, offering you a sympathetic look as she asked, “You going to tutoring tonight, then?”

“Yes.” You dragged the word out, feeling your stomach sink with the syllables. “I’m going to fail this class if I don’t.”

“Good luck.” She clicked her tongue at you, blowing you a kiss as she turned back to your phone. “I hope for your sake that this ‘knj1994″ or whatever is good looking. I’ll pray for you.”

“Thanks.” You muttered under your breath, shooting once last longing glance back at the comfort of the couch as you left the apartment, slamming the door behind you and starting the long, dark, cold walk to the university library.

As you walked, your mind drifted back to how you had come to be here, walking quickly through the evening air, head ducked, hands tucked into the pockets of your jacket, headed to the library on a Friday night rather than going to a party with your friends.

Damn statistics and its infuriatingly hard and frustrating problems.

Pushing through the doors into the library, you let out a sigh of relief as the warmth of the interior washed over you, shaking your numb hands at your sides to try and get feeling back into them as you entered the study area, set in a back, secluded corner of the first floor.

Ducking past the last aisle of books, you headed toward the table where you and the tutor had decided to meet earlier in the day, but stopped in your tracks when you saw that it was already occupied, the tall frame of a man crammed into one of the chairs, and the sight of a very familiar head of purple hair bent over some homework.

“Namjoon?” You stuttered out before you could stop yourself, fingers clenching tightly to your backpack straps, as the man looked up from his reading at the sound of his name, glasses perched precariously on the edge of his nose, glinting in the dim overhead lighting.

“(Y/N)?” He asked in response, eyes going wide with disbelief, as he scrambled to his feet, knocking his chair over in the process. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m meeting my statistics tutor.” You replied, watching him carefully, as he leaned down to right his chair once more.

“Weird coincidence. I’m supposed to meet someone here to tutor them in statistics.” Namjoon cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, slight red beginning to appear at the end of his ears.

And then, you both realized, in one electrifying moment, what the other had said.

“It’s YOU?!” You both blurted out, mouths falling open, as you realized the extent of your current predicament.

“How did you not know it was me?” Namjoon stuttered out, hands going palm down on the table in front of him, eyes wide with sudden panic.

“How was I supposed to know? You sign up online!” I snapped back, hands suddenly clammy against the straps of my bag.

“And you couldn’t figure it out from my username?” Namjoon exclaimed loudly, before lowering his voice, realizing you were still in the library. “Knj1994? Wasn’t that obvious enough?” He hissed out between his teeth.

“I don’t know!” You hissed back, slamming your bag down on the table and standing across from him, mirroring his stance as you leaned toward him. “What do we do?” You asked, after a brief moment, sudden annoyance gone from your voice, a whine taking its place.

“I guess we just study anyway?” He said, his own voice deflated, as he sat slowly back down in his chair, picking up a pencil and beginning to whirl it between his fingers, a nervous habit he had had ever since you had known him.

“I guess we have no choice.” You said in defeat, taking the seat across from him, and reaching into your bag to get out your books. “I really am sorry. I didn’t know it was you or I never would have...”

“I know.” He waved a hand at you tiredly, offering you a grim smile as he reached for his own notebook. “Don’t apologize.”

You nodded, suddenly very interested in the math problems laid out on the table before you.

About an hour managed to drift by, as you asked Namjoon questions about different aspects of your homework, and he worked you through each problem individually, and the more time that passed, the more comfortable you grew in each other’s company again, just like old times, before you know, the break up.

Glancing up from one of your problems, you caught Namjoon watching you from behind his spectacles, and you raised a brow at him, as you asked, “What?”

Ears reddening again, he quickly dropped his gaze from yours, tapping his pencil on the table, as he said quietly, “Nothing. You just look really pretty tonight, that’s all.”

You blushed this time, at his words, and clearing your throat, you tried to make light of the situation as you teased, “I’m glad you noticed, because I put on my best sweats for this occasion.”

He chuckled, the sound slightly humorless, and you noticed he was twirling his pencil again, as he looked up at you once more, and blurted out, seemingly before he could stop himself, “Look. I’m really sorry for how things went down with...you know...” He hesitated, briefly, and when you didn’t stop him, he continued, the pencil growing frantic in his fingers. “But if you want, if you’re okay with it, I’d really like for us to keep studying together.”

“Okay.” You said, surprising him, and even yourself with the casually uttered phrase.

“Okay?” He repeated, disbelief lacing his tone.

“Yeah, I mean.” You shrugged slightly, your heart beating just a bit faster in your chest, as you nonchalantly smiled at him, before turning back to your work. “I don’t want to fail statistics, so you’re my only hope.”

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, and saw him hide a slight smile on his lips, ducking his head back to his own work, the pencil no longer gyrating in his hands.

Little did he know, at that same moment, you were hiding the exact same thing.

PARK JIMIN

“Holy shit, my head.” Was the first statement that left your lips that morning, as you peeked through barely cracked eyelids at the offending sun coming in through the half open blinds.

You groaned, moving to reach up to cover your eyes with your hand, but there was some unknown heavy weight restricting your arms to your sides, and you groaned again, screwing your eyes shut as you struggled to free yourself from whatever had you trapped.

You didn’t exactly remember what had happened last night at the party, but with the way you were feeling in this moment, it was probably safe to say that you had gone a little heavy with the alcohol.

“Could you please stop moving so much? I swear to God, my head feels like it’s going to fall off, and you’re not helping.”

You froze, eyes flickering wide at the masculine voice coming from beside you, and suddenly, your aching head wasn’t at the forefront of your problems anymore, as you realized, with a sudden sinking of your stomach, who the voice belonged to.

“Oh shit, please no.” You breathed out, the second statement to leave your lips that morning.

Turning your head, careful not to jostle the angry hangover any more than was necessary, hoping against all hope that maybe you were wrong, that maybe the voice belonged to some random guy you had picked up at the party, someone you would never see again, you allowed your gaze to fall on the person beside you in the bed, face buried deep in their pillow, one arm flung over your abdomen, bare skin of their back glowing caramel in the morning light.

And you knew, instantly, that this was no random party goer, this man stirring beside you, naked body lying in your bed, wrapped in your sheets, arm sitting comfortably over your waist.

“Park Jimin.” You let the name fall from your lips, suddenly feeling nauseous as you realized what you had done, and although the details were fuzzy in your head, you remembered.

You remembered the night before.

His hands on your waist, your judgement clouded with alcohol and the warm feeling that his touch always brought to your chest, his plush lips moving against your own, stumbled steps up the stairs, tangled, flushed bodies, bare skin sweaty, entwined with one another, as your name, your damn name, fell from his lips in a way that made everything in side of you want to never let him go again.

And here you were, in your bed, with the hangover from hell, lying next to your ex boyfriend, wondering over and over, what shit you had done in your past life to curse you so thoroughly in this one.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve been run over by a truck.” Jimin groaned, bringing you abruptly out of your harried thoughts, as he shifted beside you, face coming out from the confines of his pillow, his eyes puffy and squinted against the light, silver hair falling in tangles over his forehead. His tongue darted out to lick dry, swollen lips, and you stopped yourself from remembering how that same tongue traced over your skin the night before, as he blinked owlishly at you and then said hoarsely, “What did they put in those drinks last night?”

Clutching the sheets to your chest, panic rising into your throat, only egged on by how nonchalant he’s being in this compromising situation, you sat up, moaning and placing a palm on your head for a moment as it jostled with the sudden movement, and then whispered to him, “JImin. You can’t be here. Whatever happened last night...”

“You don’t remember?” He pushed himself up on one elbow, still squinting slightly, but eyes open enough now to give you a suggestive wink, as he said, his voice dropping lower, “I can remind you, if you want, baby.”

“Shut up, just shut up!” You exclaimed, louder than intended, and both of you wince at the sudden noise. Dropping your voice, you shot him a glare through your fingers, still cradling your head, before saying, “I remember THAT, okay? But I shouldn’t have to, because none of this should have even happened in the first place! Holy shit.” You flopped back down onto the bed, ignoring the pounding in your head, as you covered your face with your hands, feeling regret course through you. “I’ve become one of those girls who sleeps with her ex boyfriend when she’s drunk. I am officially a whore.”

“Hey.” You heard Jimin say, amusement clear in his lilting tone, before you felt his hands push yours away from your face, your eyes still shut, as he pulled you from your wallowing. “You’re not a whore. And besides....” He flicked your cheek with one of his fingers, earning an angry hiss from between your teeth, as he insisted, “Baby, will you look at me?”

“I’m not your baby anymore, Park Jimin.” You retorted, but do as he said, as you met his gaze, suddenly serious as he watched you, sending nervous butterflies drumming in your stomach.

“Look, (Y/N).” Jimin sighed, flopping back down onto the bed beside you. “I don’t know about you, but last night was awesome, and not just because it was drunk, party sex.” He glanced over at you, you eyes meeting his own, another wave of pleasant butterflies swarming in your stomach at his serious expression. “It was awesome because I missed this, doing this, with you.” He motioned in between the space between your naked bodies, hidden by sheets. “Last night was not a drunken slip up for me. I fully knew what I was doing. And I would do it again in a heartbeat.”

“Shit.” You said, squeezing your eyes shut once again, rubbing your knuckles against your face, as the warmth continued to fill your belly at his honest words.

“Shit like, you don’t agree with me? Or shit like...” Jimin loomed over you, his face blocking the sun, as you squinted up at him through your lashes. A slight smirk wavered at the corners of his full lips. “You didn’t slip up either?”

You groaned. “I didn’t slip up either. I wanted to blame it on the drinks, but...” You met his gaze, suddenly dark as it scanned your face intently. “I can’t stay away from you, Park Jimin.”

A grin crossed his face at your words, and he looked slightly smug, as he said, one brow raised, “Now can I remind you of what happened last night, baby? In FULL detail this time?” His hand came up to skim suggestively across the bare skin of your waist beneath the sheets.

“Shit.” You said, once again, before your hands went around his neck, fingers tangling into the strands of his hair, and you were pulling him down to fit his lips with your own.

KIM TAEHYUNG

Sipping at your drink, you sighed and rolled your neck on your shoulders, your feet aching in your heels beneath the counter of the bar.

It had been a long day at work, and after the large presentation you had had to present to the investors, you needed to relieve some stress.

You ended up here, at your favorite bar, sitting alone, nursing a martini, and damn, did it feel good.

“Hey gorgeous, what you drinking tonight?” A rough voice interrupted your solitude, just barely heard over the beat of the loud dance music that was flooding over from the dance floor.

You rolled your eyes, before glancing over to see a man sliding onto the stool beside you, tie loosened, eyes alight with interest, as he waved down the bartender, barely looking at the man, who handed him a glass of whiskey, as you held up your own glass to him, and said flatly, “Martini. Extra dry.”

“Get her another one, on me.” the man waved again at the bartender, before turning his attention back to you. He leaned in, and you could smell his cheap cologne, as he rested a hand beside your arm, as he said, “Name’s Theo.”

“Hmmm.” You hummed in response, tipping your glass to him before taking another swig of the bitter liquid.

“You got a name, beautiful?” The man asked, taking a drink of his whiskey, eyes never leaving you, as he tipped the amber liquid down his throat.

“I do indeed.” You took the new martini from the bar tender and took another gulp, the alcohol burning your throat as he you regarded him with slight annoyance. “Although I usually don’t give it out to men I’ve just met.”

The man laughed, a loud, obnoxious sound, and signaled for more whiskey, angling his body toward you as he said smoothly, “Come on, honey, don’t be like that. Pretty little thing like you should have some company.”

You scoffed, taking another sip of your drink to cover up the derisive sound at his words. He was not taking the hint, and you were tired. You just wanted to drink in peace, was that too much to ask?

“I could give you some company.” The man winked at you, his hand heavily landing on your knee, fingers tracing your skin suggestively through the thin material of your nylons beneath your skirt.

“Please take your hand off of me.” You said through gritted teeth, your drink forgotten in the face of his brazen move.

“Oh, come on now....” He began to protest, his fingers still on your exposed knee, inching upward beneath the fabric of your skirt.

“I believe she asked you remove your hand.”

You startled slightly, as the deep, commanding voice sounded beside you over the music, and glancing up, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his face in the swirling lights, stern and hard as he regarded the man across from you, eyes cold.

“And just who the hell are you?” The man asked angrily, although he removed his hand, finally, from your skin.

“I’m her boyfriend.” Taehyung stated simply, his hand coming down to rest on your shoulder. “So it’s be best for everyone if you left now.”

Grumbling something under his breath, and shooting one more glance at the formidable man beside you, the man slunk off into the rowd, drink in hand.

Letting out a sigh, and feeling slightly sad as Taehyung removed his hand from your shoulder for some unknown reason, you said quietly, as he took the now empty seat across from you, “Thank you for that. You’re a godsend.”

He chuckled, motioning to the bartender for a drink, as he glanced over at you in the dim lights, his eyes dark with shadow, blonde hair slicked back from his forehead, just in the way you always remembered. “Yeah, well, some guys are assholes.”

“you’re not.” you couldn’t help pointing out, as you blushed at your own brazen statement and took a long sip of your drink, the liquid coating your throat.

“I can be.” Taehyung stopped lifting his cup to his mouth, regarding you with eyes filled with regret, his lips pressed into a thin line, something hidden behind his expression that you couldn’t quite place.

You knew what he was referring to, but you didn’t touch on the break up, as you quietly sipped your drinks.

Finishing your second martini, you dropped some cash onto the bar and stood, gathering your things as you said awkwardly, “Anyway, thanks again, Tae. I really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, no problem.” He waved a hand at you, that same hint of something you couldn’t place darkening his eyes, before he said, “Get home safe.”

You felt defeated. You had hoped he would say something else, although you knew it was futile. So instead of saying anything more, you murmured, “Thanks, I will, “ under your breath before pushing your way toward the exit of the club, disappointment heavy in your chest, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

Exiting into the cool night air, you looked for a taxi, just as you heard the door bang open behind you, and Taehyung’s voice call out, almost in a panic, “(Y/N)! Wait!”

Spinning on your heel in surprise, you came face to face with him, as he almost plowed into you, his hands gripping your arms to steady you, as he said breathlessly, “Wait. Don’t go.”

“Tae...” You started to say, the crushing feeling of defeat still heavy in your chest as you studied him-the same flawless face you remembered, the same curly hair falling over his brow, the same serious expression in his dark eyes.

You didn’t want to hear what he had to say. He wasn’t going to “un” break up with you and your pining was only hurting.

But before you could say anything else, his fingers tightened around your upper arms and his mouth was on your own, and all thoughts were gone from your head, as his lips melded with yours, and his tongue slipped between the part you had created, causing you to sigh softly against him, feeling him tense slightly beneath you in reaction, as he deepened the kiss.

And all too soon, it was over, and he was pulling back from you, and both of your were gasping for breath, and he was offering you that same old boxy grin, as he said cheekily, his fingers stroking down your cheekbone, “I meant what I said to that asshole in there. I’m your boyfriend. That is, if that’s what you want again.”

You smiled and pulled his head down to yours once more, connecting your lips, and instead of answering with words, you showed him exactly how you felt about his proposition.

JEON JUNGKOOK

You stood beside the punch bowl at the reception, pouring yourself another glass, hoping against hope that this stuff was spiked with something a little stronger than just Kool Aid, when he approached you.

You almost spilled the glass of red liquid in your hand, as the voice, his voice, deep and smooth, like dark chocolate, washed over you.

“Hey,(Y/N). It’s been a long time.”

Turning around, careful not to spill on yourself, eyes wide, you made sure it was him, really him, before you placed a careful look of casual interest on your face, even though your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your throat, as you offered him a polite smile and said, “Jeon Jungkook. Imagine running into you here.”

“Well, it is a small town.” He offered, reaching for the punch ladle, as he flashed you a grin, not helping your already stuttering heart. “Bride or groom?”

You shake your head, physically trying to gather your thoughts, as he walks with you to a nearby table. “Groom.” You say, sitting down beside him, fingers curled nervously around your plastic cup.

Damn it all.

Jeon Jungkook had been good looking in high school, and you didn’t think he could do any better, but tonight, five years later, at your cousin’s wedding, dressed in a suit that fit his body perfectly, his dark hair slicked back off his forehead, he looked tasty enough to eat.

And you couldn’t deny that the desire to taste him was creeping up in you like a wave against your previously fortified walls.

“What?” You stuttered out suddenly, realizing he had asked you a question that you hadn’t hear, looking at you expectantly as he waited for an answer.

“I asked how long you’ll be in town.” He offered you a smile, his bunny smile, that used to send your heart racing, just as it was doing now.

“oh, uh.” You gulped down some of your punch, really wishing you had some vodka to add to it, as you wiped your mouth and then said, “I’m just here until Monday. I Have to get back to work.”

“Yeah, me too.” He said, shaking his head slightly, as he sipped at his punch.

Drumming your fingers on the table, you tried to sneak covert glances at him from the corner of your eye, watching as he drank the rest of his punch, his jawline, shit, his jawline, sharp enough to cut glass as it bunched beneath his skin.

He glanced at you, and you looked away, as he set his now empty cup down, before you heard him clear his throat. “Hey, (Y/N). Can I ask you something?”

You wanted to say no, to leave, before he could ask you whatever it is he wanted to. You had seen enough bad romantic comedies to know that the heroine always got herself in trouble when she agreed to answer a question.

But you couldn’t help yourself. He was too cute, suddenly seeming nervous, as he trilled his fingers on the knees of his suit pants.

“Yeah, go ahead.” You said, biting down the common sense that was trying to claw its way up your throat.

“Were you.....” He hesitated, no loner meeting your gaze, before he urged himself onward. “Were you okay after i broke up with you?”

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. “I mean...” Now it was your turn to hesitate. “It was a high school relationship, Jungkook. I knew it wouldn’t last forever.”

“yeah.” He agreed, sitting back in his chair, eyes finally meeting yours. “But I know you had a shitty time.”

“How do you know that?” You asked, trying to keep the bite from your tone, as you remembered all the times you had cried over the exact boy that was now sitting in front of you.

“Because I had a shitty time.” He said simply, fingers ceasing their movements on his knees as he watched you, eyes unreadable.

“what?” is all you managed to say, in shock at his sudden confession, as he leaned toward you, one hand going hesitantly over yours on the top of the table.

You glanced down at your intertwined fingers, so much older now than they had been the last time you held hands, as he said carefully, “Look, I broke up with you because I was stupid, I was young, I got scared.” He shrugged slightly as you met his gaze again, eyes burning with sincerity as they regarded you. “I knew you were the real deal, but as a high school senior, I didn’t want to face that huge revelation.”

“Jungkook...” You breathed out between parted lips, unwittingly tightening your grip on his hand.

“Look, (Y/N).” He plowed on, letting out a heavy sigh as his free hand went up to rake through his neat hair. “I’ll understand if you can’t forgive me, but I’d really like to try this, try us,” He motioned between the two of you, “Again, if you’re willing to give me another chance. I’ve grown up a lot.” He offered you a rueful smile across the table.

You were speechless for a moment, staring at him, at the boy you had loved in high school, the boy you had loved ever since, and then you grinned at him, the old feelings comfortably settling back to place in your chest, as if they had never left.

“Jeon Jungkook. Let’s get out of here.”

161 notes · View notes

mysideblogofsurveys · 4 years

Text

Survey 7.

1. if you have any pets, were they adopted from the humane society? I don’t have my cat anymore (I had to give him to my parents when I moved in with my husband because he is allergic) but I had adopted him from the humane society. 2. what kind of cheese is your favorite, or no cheese at all? Honestly, all of the cheese. I love it all haha 3. do you like home design, like picking out paint colors and furniture? Not really, I’m horrible at it. 4. have you seen any of the old james bond movies? No, just the new ones 5. do you chew gum on a regular basis? No, I actually don’t even remember the last time I had any.

6. do you think mitchell musso is hot, like all the magazines say? I didn’t know who that was so I looked it up and nope. I don’t find him attractive at all.

7. list all of your features that you have ever got compliments on: How small I am (I’m like 5′0), I don’t look like I”m 32 so I get treated like I”m a lot younger, my eyes

8. do you play ps, ps2, or ps3? I haven’t in a while (been too busy playing my Nintendo Switch) but I have quite a few games for it. My husband plays it more than I do. 9. have you ever been in a hot air balloon? and if not, would you ever want to go in one? I think it’d be kinda cool but getting my courage together to go on it is another thing lol 10. do your parents buy you something on a daily basis? No, I buy everything myself. 11. what type of computer do you have? Well, my laptop is from like 2015, its an HP. I bought it to help me study for my Licensing exams for my career (not college related) My desktop is from 2012 that my Husband helped me build. It was like $1000 but had all the best equipment at the time and still works great today. Expensive but so worth it. 12. do you like old, black and white movies? The only black and white show I’ve watched were old cartoons or 3 Stooges 13. is anyone else in the room with you right now? Not exactly? We have an open floor plan so my husband is technically in the dining room (I’m in the living room) but I can see him if I move my head slightly, he’s just around the corner. 14. do you watch john and kate plus 8? No but I’ve seen one or two episodes. 15. do you whiten your teeth with crest white strips? No 16. do you listen to local bands? No, well we went to a Fair in January, not too far away from us that had local kids playing and they weren’t too bad (obviously haven’t heard them since then). I hung out with a lot of guys that were in bands when I was in highschool though.

17. do you collect anything? Video games, I guess. I prefer to buy the physical versions for several reasons 18. have you seen the movie, thirteen? I don’t think so. 19. do you watch vh1? I Haven’t in a long time but I did when I lived with my parents 20. have you ever said “fergalicious”, but changed it to your name instead of fergie’s? What? No. I only liked one song from her 21. do you have a pool in your back yard? No, but I did growing up (my parents asked if we wanted a trampoline or a pool and we wanted a pool) 22. do you watch youtube videos often? No, well not really. I don’t like follow any YouTubers except Tim Pool (Liberal) and Steven Crowder (Conservative). Mostly because I believe they try to sift through the shit the news/media either doesn’t focus on or skips completely and try to get the truth. I like listening to both Liberals and Conservatives then form my own opinion. 23. do you wear mascara? Yeah but the only make up I wear is eyeliner and mascara.

24. do your parents fight? do they even talk at all? I’m sure they have like arguments but I’ve never seen them have huge ones.

25. have you ever watched a movie that’s in a completely different language, so you had to read sub-titles? All the time! I’m actually binge-watching “Dark” on Netflix (its a German time travel show. Its SO GOOD but also fucked up. It has English voice-overs but it just doesn’t feel right. Sounds much better in the native German). I also watch a lot of anime in Japanese (with subtitles). I’m trying to learn both languages. 26. do people with yellow teeth disgust you? Thats kinda mean 27. do you drink alcohol on new year’s eve? Yes 28. do you wear rings? Only my engagement and wedding ring 29. are you hungry right now? Yeah, a little 30. would you like to have a universal remote, like in the movie, Click? I don’t thinks so, only because going back to fix something would change the future and as I’ve seen from “Dark” (mentioned above), time traveling is nothing I want to deal with lol

31. have you ever tried smoking a cigarette? Yeah. I socially smoked (had one when I drank) when I was younger but haven’t had one in over 10 years. I never bought any or got addicted, just had one when everyone else went out for a smoke (if that makes sense) 32. do you get any magazines in the mail? Yeah, I get Game Informer because I’m a member of GameStop’s membership. I get all of my video games there.

33. don’t you just wanna stab someone with a fire poker? No, wtf! 34. do you wear baseball caps? No, I’m not a hat person except when we go to the beach. Then I wear a floppy one to shield me from the sun

35. what was the last memory you thought about that instantly brought a smile to your face? I’m not sure 36. has anyone inflicted physical pain on you today? No but myself is beating me up from the inside (I started my period last night so I’m all cramp-y :/ ) 37. are there any restaurants in walking distance to your house? Yeah, I suppose. Its like a 15 min walk though. 38. what was the last store that you went into when you were at the mall? I haven’t been to the mall in months but it was probably GameStop. 39. do you currently have any coupons for stores right now, which stores specifically? I don’t have coupons but I have a bunch of gift cards. To Kohls, Panera Bread, BoneFish restaurant and some others I can’t think of right now

40. what was the last picture you uploaded to your facebook? Its been a long time, I don’t post anything to FaceBook anymore (I don’t trust it. If it wasn’t for keeping up with family on it, I would delete it. 41. when was the last time that you were so tired that everything was funny to you? A long time, I normally fall asleep before I get to the giggly stage. 42. what’s something that you do that you know hurts people close to you? Probably not call them as much as I should. I suck at keeping in contact with those further away. 43. what was the last board game that you played? It was probably some form of Dungeons and Dragons, we’re super nerdy lol 44. the next time you will be going on vacation, where will you be heading too? Well, we were supposed to go to Germany in September for Okoberfest but since that is cancelled, we probably won’t be going (International flights are still undecided on. But honestly, it’ll probably all get canceled.) Aside from that, I’m still flying to my hometown in early Sept for my cousin’s wedding (and hopefully the Renaissance Festival with my sibling-in-laws but I’m not sure if that will be canceled either.) 45. do you get bloated at all after you eat? It depends on what I eat, so sometimes. 46. have you read the book lovely bones? No, I tend to read Sci-Fi/Fantasy books. I briefly looked up what that book is about and definitely not something I would read. 47. are you mad that this survey is over now? No, I’ll probably do another one lol

#survey #surveys #questionnaire #about me

2 notes · View notes

oncearoundthegarrison-blog · 4 years

Text

London to Lundy Part 1

5 months sounds like a long time, but when you’ve started a new job in a completely different industry, it flies by. New colleagues, new commute, new schedule, new maze-like museum building that took at least a month to get used to. Even new vocabulary.

I felt like I was desperately treading water, slowly drowning in a sea of to-dos. It finally took the Christmas period, when the museum was closed, most colleagues and external contacts had taken holidays and my telephone and inbox fell quiet, that I had a moment to realise... I have 13 days of annual leave to use up before the end of the financial year.

My husband’s birthday is in March, so I thought we could go somewhere together to celebrate, as we had been doing the last few years. The thing is, my husband works in a small company, a team of 3, in fact. Unfortunately, the other 2 also have their birthdays in March, so, being the most junior, he felt he couldn’t take a week off, especially because they were planning a work trip around that time too.

“You should go on a yoga retreat by yourself.” he suggested. As if I wanted to pay hundreds of pounds to go and spend days stretching with strangers, some of whom were guaranteed to be a little too ‘woo-woo’ for my taste (no offence).

I decided I wanted to do something that was ‘worthwhile’ with my time. After hours researching expensive (and scammy) conservation holidays, scrolling through WorkAways and WWOOFing opportunities, I somehow landed on the jackpot; a National Trust working holiday on Lundy, a three mile long, half mile wide island off the coast of North Devon.

Having hastily signed up and gained a place, I set to work on the dreaded getting-there logistics. The first thing was already ticked off the list. The only way of getting from the Devon coast onto Lundy Island at that time of the year is by Helicopter. With that booked, I looked into getting from London to Devon and back.

The autumn before, I had bought my first car. It’s a fully electric Nissan Leaf. Using it largely for the weekly shop and commuting to work (15 minutes if the traffic is nice, 1 hour if it’s the usual), it’s the perfect car for pootling around the city and suburbs, where an electric charger is always close to hand. We’d done the odd 2 hour drives, but the route planning, and adding 30 mins per charge stop, the anxiety of ‘what if the charger we are heading towards is out of order’ was quite stressful, so a solo drive down to Devon seemed a foolhardy concept.

But, the more I tried to arrange the public transport, the more complicated things got. First off, the nearest train station is 25 miles away, and you need to get on a bus for an hour even to get close to the helipad. Not only that but you had to get there by 10am latest, so unless you wanted to leave London at crazy o’clock, you had to arrive the night before and find accommodation. On top of that, on the way back, you have no idea what time your helicopter flight is. “Sometime between 11 and 3pm, and it depends on the weather, you could be delayed to later in the afternoon or even the next day!” So booking a train for the way back was a gamble. Driving to Devon in my electric car started to look like a more attractive, at least simpler, concept.

I’m not what you call a confident driver, and some past long distance drives had been very stressful. It’s hard for me to forget that I could kill myself or anyone else by making a silly mistake. And I make plenty of those in my everyday life. What if I don’t plan well and I run out of charge on my car? The prospect of driving alone, for four hours, which would probably include at least 4 charges, was terrifying. Also, if I want to arrive at the heliport at 9:30am, then I would need to leave at 5:30am, but add on 4 x 30 minute charges is 3:30am, and maybe I should add an extra hour in case I take the wrong turning or there is traffic or a diversion... well that’s crazy o’clock. So I decided to break up the journey by stopping off at my uncle’s in Bristol.

The week before setting off, I made sure to check and double check the route on the Zap-Map app, which shows you the locations of all the EV chargers. I read reviews of each charger, making sure it was used recently and recorded as having a successful charge. I made sure I knew the locations of at least 2 other chargers near the one I actually planned to charge at, in case that one was occupied or faulty.

I wrote out the addresses of each charger, in case I lost my phone. I packed a portable power bank for my phone, in case it ran out of battery. I found out what numbers I need to call if I break down or run out of charge, or have an accident (yeah OK I should’ve known those already). Some chargers require you to start the charge using your mobile phone... but what if you didn’t have enough reception? I drove my husband crazy with my fretting and stressing. I made sure I had enough car snacks and a good playlist.

Then the day finally came. I left for Bristol around 9.00am. It was a bright sunny day and I left in high spirits, onto the M4. Forty minutes later, dirty black clouds appear and it starts to properly pour. The roads were not too busy but there was a ropey 15 minutes of very poor visibility, the spray from the other cars and lorries obscuring the road like a thick fog. My heart pumping, I was very glad to arrive at my first charge stop at a service station just after 10am.

There, I struck up a conversation with a fellow Nissan Leaf driver, and I asked him if he’d heard the rumour that you shouldn’t charge your car up to 100% on one of the rapid chargers (there are a few different charge speeds, you see). It’s something I was told by the customer services person when I rang up the helpline on a day a charger refused to stop charging (really reassuring). The man looked at me doubtingly and said that he hadn’t. When he left, I googled it and it really does seem to be the case that it damages your battery. I hope he looked it up later as well. I had a hot chocolate in the Starbucks, charged my phone and bought some gloves, as I forgot to pack mine. Feeling panicked about damaging the battery, I headed off at 82% charged.

Luckily, the closer I got to Bristol and my uncle’s flat, the lower the speed limit, the more traffic there was. I say lucky because driving in those circumstances uses up much less charge than going 70mph down the motorway. By 11:40 I have arrived at my final charge stop, a Bannatyne Health Club just round the corner from my final destination. I was even more happy to see that it was a simple plug in, tap your contactless card and charge jobby. You’d think that’s how all chargers are, but no. EV chargers are run by different providers, I have no less than 5 different apps on my phone plus a physical tap card, and there’s still some chargers where I have to spend ages registering on a website in order to start a charge. Mental.

I go into the health club and explain I’m not a member but would like to sit in the cafe while my car charges. I was a bit worried they would turn me away, but, just as my Zap-Map colleagues had reassured me, they asked me to sign in to a guest book and let me in. I order a tea and settle down for 20 minutes. In hindsight, during my journey to Devon and back, I think I spent almost the same amount of money on beverages and nibbles waiting for the car to charge as for the charge itself!

Anyway, all in all a smooth journey to Bristol, and I get to my uncle’s around 12:15, just in time for lunch. After a lovely afternoon taking in the sights of Bristol (managed to catch the excellent Wildlife Photography of The Year 2019 exhibition at M Shed, see below for the fun image of a shocked Himalayan marmot that won the Grand Title) and catching up with a friend over a quick drink in the evening, I go to bed early, ready for an early start in the morning.

1 note · View note

tomk4e · 4 years

Text

Premier League Week 10 Review

There was plenty of intrigue in the Premier League this weekend. Both Manchester clubs earned victories. Manchester City comfortably beat Aston Villa 3-0, while Manchester United swept aside bottom-half Norwich City 3-1. In other games across the league, Everton continue to struggle as they lost to Brighton 3-2, and Sheffield United earned an impressive point after a 1-1 draw at West Ham. But the biggest headlines included Leicester’s thrashing of Southampton, Liverpool’s victory over Tottenham and Arsenal’s capitulation at home against Crystal Palace. There was even a certain American scoring a hattrick.

Leicester City score NINE against Southampton

The first fixture of week 10 between Leicester City and Southampton was played in a downpour, and I came down hard on the Saints. Leicester City greatly improved their goal difference after they beat Southampton 9-0. The Fox’s victory is tied for the largest margin of victory in Premier League history. Manchester United beat Ipswich Town by the same scoreline in March 4, 1995.

It was an absurd attacking display by Leicester. They opened the scoring in the 10th minute when left-back Ben Chillwell fired home the first goal. Two minutes later, Southampton’s left-back Ryan Bertrand is sent off of an egregious challenge on Ayoze Perez. With only 10-men, Southampton had to spend the last 80-plus minutes on damage control.

Obviously, Southampton didn’t do a great job stopping Leicester’s attack for the rest of the game. It’s mind-numbing to think that Southampton manager Ralph Hasenhüttl didn’t make a substitution until the start of the second half. By then the Saint were already down 5-0. And by the end of the match Leicester had two players who scored hattricks.

It’s one thing to have an exciting 3-3 or 4-2 scoreline, but a game that is this one-sided is rarely seen in the Premier League. Over the past couple years Manchester City have beaten teams by five, six or seven goals, but never have they reached nine goals. Bertrand’s early red card certainly affected the match’s complexion, but it was one-way traffic for Leicester to start the game.

Christian Pulisic announces himself

Burnley hosted Chelsea in the last game on Saturday, and it was the visitors who earned all three points. Chelsea beat Burnley comfortably 4-2, with the London club solidifying their position in 4th place. What makes this scoreline worth noting is that Chelsea new-boy and American international Christian Pulisic scored a hattrick. Pulisic becomes just the 2nd American to score a hat trick in the Premier League.

There have been moments for Pulisic prior to scoring this hattrick, but they have been scarce. Pulisic has struggled to start the Premier League season. The winger has made seven league appearances, four of which have been starts. Instead, manager Frank Lampard has opted to start Mason Mount, Willian, Callum Hudson-Odoi or Ross Barkley instead of the American.

This hat trick couldn’t have come at a better time either. Pulisic was just coming off a frustrating international break with the United States. He started in both of US’s friendlies, but was substituted off in the second half of a shocking 2-0 loss to Canada.

One of the reasons given for why Pulisic was subbed off so early against Canada was so that he was rested and healthy for when he returned to Chelsea. From the United State’s point-of-view it’s frustrating to see the soccer federation put the interests of it’s best players’ club ahead of their own. Sure the game against Canada was just a friendly, but the US should be fielding its best possible team.

However, it’s the exact opposite for Chelsea. The London club invested $68.4 million into Pulisic when the bought him in January 2019. And with a transfer ban prohibiting Chelsea from buying and selling players for the next two transfer windows, the Blues need to get the most out of the players they have and the ones they bought before the ban. So after a frustrating nine games for Pulisic, it’s great for Chelsea to see him score a hattrick.

This kind of performance is exactly what Chelsea and possible the United States needs. Pulisic could carry this form into other competitions like the Champions League and even over to the international level.

Liverpool comeback once again and beat Tottenham 2-1

Here are some stats on Liverpool and Tottenham that show the difference in each club.

Spurs have now failed to win a game the last five times they have taken the lead.

Spurs have also failed to win an away game since Jan. 1, 2019 when they beat Cardiff City 3-0.

Tottenham’s goalkeeper Paulo Gazzaniga made 12 saves in the loss.

Since January, Liverpool have now won five and drawn one of their last six Premier League when they concede the first goal.

Each one of these statistics had a chance to end if Tottenham won. Instead, they continue, just like Liverpool’s title chase and Tottenham’s road woes.

And through stretches of the first half that was possible. Tottenham scored within a minute, and used that momentum to stifle Liverpool’s attack. Manager Mauricio Pochettino lined his team up in a 4-3-3 in attack, and a 4-5-1 in defense, with a flat five across the midfield.

Central-midfielders Dele Alli, Mousa Sissoko and Harry Winks helped shield Tottenham’s defense, while wingers Christian Eriksen and Heung-Min Son stayed wide and cancelled out Liverpool’s attacking full-backs, Andrew Roberston and Trent Alexander-Arnold.

Even when Liverpool created chances in the first half, Tottenham still wouldn’t break. Back up goalkeeper Paulo Gazzaniga was magnificent. The Argentine, who is deputizing for starter Hugo Lloris, made save after save. Two of which were world-class. The first was from a close range effort when center back Virgil van Djik headed a cross from six yards out. And the second, another close range save against striker Roberto Firmino, who was trying to convert a from a prior save that Gazzaniga had made when he parried away a ferocious Alexander-Arnold strike.

The second half mirrored the first, except Tottenham couldn’t double their lead and Liverpool finally got one past Gazzaniga. Jordan Henderson scored his first Premier League goal at home since December 2015 in the 52nd minute and Mohamed Salah converted a penalty in the 75th minute. Tottenham had one last chance to earn a draw in the last five minutes, but Danny Rose blasted his shot, and with it sailed any hope of Spurs snatching a point.

Liverpool have now taken points from a losing position in four of their last six Premier League games. It’s an incredible stat that shows how resilient the Reds have been to start the season. Their victories haven’t been pretty, but Liverpool still have a six point lead over Manchester City in the title race.

Meanwhile, Tottenham continue to struggle after the first 10 games. They are in 11th place, and all of the momentum they had at the end of last season when they reached the Champions League final seems to have fizzled. Pochettino has been great ever since appointed as manager. Tottenham have finished in the top four in four of the five seasons he’s been in charge. But Tottenham’s Champions League qualification for next season seems to be in danger, and because of that so is Pochettino’s job.

Dissent at Arsenal

In contrast, Tottanham’s North London neighbors Arsenal have had a better start to the season than their rivals. However, there are still issues for the Gunners. Two of which were on display in their game against Crystal Palace.

The first, is Arsenal’s ability to defend. The Gunners jumped out to an early 2-0 lead over Palace, but failed to protect it and the game ended in a 2-2 draw. Sure Arsenal had a third goal marked off after a questionable VAR decision, but the fact that Arsenal surrendered a two-goal lead is worrying. Arsenal’s defense had been poor all season, conceding 14 goals, and a clean sheet would have done a world of good to Arsenal’s defensive confidence.

The second, is the relationship between fans and players. Arsenal fans have seen this club win Premier Leagues, FA Cups and even reach a Champions League final. There are high expectations at Arsenal. After all this is the club that finished in the top four for 20 consecutive seasons. And when the club named midfielder Granit Xhaka team captain, there was suspicion amongst fans about whether he deserved it. Xhaka isn’t a terrible player, but he is not the best leader. He’s amassed 29 yellow cards and two straight red cards while at Arsenal, and is defensively suspect. Manager Unai Emery compensates for this by playing Xhaka alongside two other midfielders just to cover for the Swiss internationals lack of defensive prowess.

So when Xhaka was substituted off in the 61st after a poor section half display, the Arsenal fans at the Emirates Stadium let him know how they feel. Xhaka responded by letting the fans know how he felt.

Arsenal is still within reaching distance of the top four and Champions League qualification. But the players can’t let a disappointing 2-2 draw and a little negative noise from the fans affect their season. Emery needs to find some way to fix the situation. There are only so many times that a manager can take the blame for the poor performance of his players. In Arsenal’s next Premier League game against Wolves, don’t be surprised if there are a few changes to the team that blew a two-goal lead against Crystal Palace.

Goal of the week: Jay Rodriguez vs. Chelsea

Although Burnley lost 4-2 to Chelsea, the goal of the game and of the weekend belonged to striker Jay Rodriguez. The English forward drove forward from the midfield and let loose from 30 yards out. The venomous strike swerved out of the reach of Chelsea goalkeeper Kepa Arrizabalaga and dipped under to crossbar to offer Burnley fans a bit of respite from a difficult afternoon.

#Barclays Premier League #football #soccer #christian pulisic #chelsea #Arsenal #tottenahm hotspur #liverpool #Leicester City #southampton #crystal palace #review

3 notes · View notes

sillyfudgemonkeys · 5 years

Text

Persona 5 Problems: “Goro can’t escape Shido” doesn’t make sense

Might be a pt 1. But before I get into it, what I mean here is “Goro can’t escape Shido” doesn’t makes sense in the context of the characters interactions that we see nor the rules or the world we see in Persona 5.”

I probably could title this as “Atlus doesn’t know how to utilize it’s Metaverse and everything around it is shit pt 1: In relation to Goro” but that’d be too long, and it gives you more insight on what’s in store. 8U

Also this isn’t to rag on Goro, but the failure of the writing with P5. I mean I hate Goro, partially for his writing partially for how I think he’s a jerk and not in a fun way (cause I do like characters who are jerks but he just doesn’t jive with me)....this for full transparency (esp if you are new). 8U That being said I wont’ tag it as Goro cause I’m not a jerk, I’ll tag it as anti I guess but...........yeah in retrospect after typing this I do kinda take a dump on his writing so anti tag it is. 0u0

Now why arm I talking about this? Well a new chapter of P5MM came up and.....well this picture appeared:

Now I love Saito, the manga is pretty good, so this is nothing against Saito. My issue is.....I guess the over victimization of Goro esp when it 1) makes no sense and 2) is contradictory.

Now do I think an antagonist that is a victim doesn’t make sense? No. What doesn’t make sense is that P5 doesn’t bother to develop it. P5 throws out the bare minimum of hints all while making NO SENSE how that could work. So fans have to fill in the blanks, and that’s either making him more sympathetic or like me who’s either deciding to start master blasting holes everywhere or is ready to throw this suit case out all together.

I know a lot of fans, and adaptations (such as this) kinda lean towards making Goro more sympathetic. I DON’T BLAME THEM. Like I said, there’s a lot of holes to fill in. And one of them is his relationship with Shido, something VERY crucial to the plot and is.....glossed over with like a few min worth of dialogue.

Anyway what am I getting at? The issue that annoys me a lot, and that was shown in this picture that hair-triggered me into wanting to write this, was the fact “Goro is being controlled by Shido/Goro has no power and Shido has his claws into him/Goro can’t escape Shido.” As seen in the pictured above, you see Goro has hands to his throat and Shido has an overwhelming presence. Goro is trapped by Shido. And a lot of people will agree with this. It’s understandable because the game half assidly will say things like “you know what happens to people who defy me!” and basically threatening Goro’s life. EXCEPT IT’S ALL BULLSHIT!

“Woah that’s a little extreme what do you mean?” I mean it, Goro is not being controlled by Shido. It’s annoying P5 even INSINUATES that possibility in its writing! It makes no sense for Goro to be the powerless one here, not with the game we were given. And it’s amazing this wasn’t caught in the writers room. This is how that scene should’ve gone down given what we know:

Shido: You know what happens to people who oppose me! Goro: Yeah motherfucker, you send me! What do you want me do? Kill myself? What are you a 14 year old troll on the internet? Do you want me to kill you for threatening me-you scrotum looking asshole?

Just freaking think about it, Shido or his confidants want a breakdown? Send Goro. They want a shutdown or to possibly kill someone? Send Goro. What the fudge is Shido doing threatening the guy who does his dirty work? Is he gonna kill him himself? No. Shido is a gd moron.

“But what about the cleaner guy?” Great question! And here’s my answer! What about him? No seriously what could anyone but the PT or a god do to Goro? Nothing.

“But how is that nothing?!” Easy, Goro can take him out, breakdown or shutdown, before he could hurt Goro. If Shido sic’d anyone on Goro, Goro could easily take down Shido, the cleaner, and anyone related to either who know they should take Goro down. All thanks to the Metaverse. And because of that “Goro is trapped by Shido because he’s threatening Goro with death” is such a BS excuse by the game.

“But what about Shido’s knowledge of the Metaverse? Didn’t he say he could utilize it?” Yeah what about it? The game doesn’t showcase HIM using the Metaverse. He always sends Goro. Which is REALLY FREAKING WEIRD considering he still acts this way, knowing full well Goro is missing. Like how are you going to do it Shido???? 1) you need an app first and foremost, 2) you’ll need a Persona or else you’ll get rekt’d! YOUR LOGIC MAKES NO SENSE! And him knowing about how the Meteverse works is just bs plot device so that we can shoo away how he could believe Goro in the first place let’s be honest.

The only people who use the Metaverse that we don’t know how they got there was the SWAT team that busted the MC, and while not explained it’s possible Goro had something to do with it (either giving someone his phone, since multiple people can go in with just one phone). That’s the only thing that makes sense, since only app users (aka PT+Goro) can got to that world. Tho the cut content seem to indicate even the police don’t know:

And it seems that you only get the app if you have a Persona (minus Goro, MC, and Futaba), cause that’s what Yadly wants:

(btw Ryu’s first pic is pre awakening and the 2nd is post awakening, Futaba’s the only one to get her’s before her Persona with the exception of Goro/MC, but Yadly must’ve thought she was useful or some shit judging by his dialogue early on in the game XP)

But yeah, bringing this up because it’s relevant to know who can and who can’t use the Metaverse. Goro CAN. Shido/Shido’s confidants CANNOT. Goro has the advantage. Shido does not. Goro holds all the cards. Shido’s a gd moron.

As for how Goro could end Shido and his Confidants. If for some reason Goro doesn’t know some of Shido’s confidants JUST BY WORKING WITH THEM, then he can find out through Shido’s Palace. Shido’s Palace literally contains every single one of his CoOps in Cognition form. Which means he probably knows their name, and all Goro really needs is a name cause that’s the hard part. Once he interrogates all the Cognitions and Shadow Shido, he takes Shadow Shido out, go after the real CoOps’ shadow, interrogates them (plus cognitions if they have a palace), and work his way down the latter until know one is after him. He can also squat in the Metaverse if for some reason the heat is really on him, and what’s the worse that could happen? They get pulled in with him? Well that’s bad....FOR THEM! Cause Goro has more powers there, his Persona, he’s stronger and more durable. There’s really no losing here.

So again, one last time. “SHIDO’S THREATS ON GORO’S LIFE MAKES NO SENSE BECAUSE GORO HAS THE POWER TO END SHIDO NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!”

“Well what about his strangle on giving Goro affection?” Ok, ngl....been awhile....but I legit have NO RECOLLECTION of Goro or Shido showing any possible fatherly affection. I feel like I’ve seen more of the fans make this argument then the game. If the game did then it was just....such a throwaway line, and it’s a classic “P5 tell don’t show” move. Coupled with how contradictory the writing is with the way the story is built (like show literally above in how Goro’s life should not be threatened like AT ALL). P5 goes out of its way to show how much Goro HATES Shido and HE CAN’T WAIT TO SEE HIM GO DOWN! That doesn’t seem like someone hesitating cause he wants a hug from daddy. The only reason he waits so long was because he wanted him to be prime minister (or just close to election) and then bring him down from the highest pedestal. THAT’S IT. He has so much more backing that then “I really wanted a daddy figure that gave me pats on the head and told me I was a good boy.” If P5 WAS going for that then they did an even piss poor job than with the issue above.

And listen, I’m NOT saying that’s not something that couldn’t have happened, I’m saying the writing makes it not really support it or have it make sense. (edit: after typing this I vaguely recalled Shido saying that all Shido had to do was tell Goro he was a good boy and he thought he had him wrapped around his finger-of course this could’ve just been a tumblr post I read that’s how much I remember Shido praising Goro XP, and lkfsd;lakvl;vs this is soooooo batshit all over the place, are you controlling him with fear of death or love???? cause neither are working here bro. Btw at the bottom I go into a route in which this COULD work, but it means dropping the whole fear of death bs argument I made at the very beginning, and even then it’s not Shido actually controlling Goro, it’s him thinking he does.)

And if anyone says “What about destroying his career and social-hood by revealing Goro is a bastard?” And give Goro the platform, the audiences’ full attention for him to be like “YEAH AND GUESS WHO MY DAD IS?! :D” Like, considering Shido figured out Goro was his son, it’d be even more stupid of him to think he could do that when it’d be social suicide for him. As for Goro? That was his plan all along, nothing to lose! Maybe it’s not as high of a fall that he wanted, but he’s still bringing him down!

Now despite this rant, I’m NOT saying Goro isn’t a victim. As a bastard/foster child in Japan, he is a victim for their horrible treatment towards that group. That can’t be argued and in all honesty if it was just that I’d be happy. What I don’t think he is a victim of is Shido, at least beyond the parental abandonment (he is a victim for his dad being horrible and not marrying his mother and stuff like that OBVIOUSLY), by Shido I mean the Conspiracy related stuff. Making it out so that Shido controlled Goro the whole time, that Goro had no agency, that Goro couldn’t oppose him. That’s what I hate. I hate how people make him such a woobie victim when....he very well probably wasn’t. When he made Goro kill, it’d make more sense for Goro to be scared of losing his connection to Shido (aka not being able to monitor him and continue his plan) than be scared Shido might kill him (I mean he had freaking superpowers what the fudge?). But if people looked at it like that then Goro would be more in the wrong no? Choosing to value his goals of revenge over other’s? Maybe he didn’t want to kill but he still CHOSE because his own goals meant more than someone else’s life. But noooooo that would hurt him being a victim right? We need to make it all Shido’s fault! Goro did nothing wrong! Right? So we made it seem like Shido could threaten Goro’s life, make it a kill or be killed situation, even when it made no sense.

I think Goro could been good, could’ve been complex. A boy who was an abandon bastard son of a politician, mistreated and abused by society until teenhood, suddenly granted the power to get revenge on his father, and going to any lengths, even if it broke his own moral code, because he was that dedicated to bringing down someone? That’s interesting, it’s simple. But “ A boy who was an abandon bastard son of a politician, mistreated and abused by society until teenhood, suddenly granted the power to get revenge on his father, forced to go to any lengths because he ended up in a trap by said father he wants to take down, even if it MIGHT (cause Atlus be chickens and “ambiguous”) be against his own moral code but like he’s being forced by his dad so is it really his fault? That? Fudge that. That’s needlessly confusing, it’s bending itself all out of shape to try to purify this character....and I hate it.

There’s also the weird contradiction on Shido’s end where it’s like “He’s super paranoid that he kills people, and he doesn’t trust Goro since he plans to kill him, but he trusts him enough for certain things that he doesn’t need to double check on himself even if it poses a threat to him like I dunno checking IF THE GD MC BODY IS DEAD?! >:(”

I dunno, I just think Goro having the strongest conviction to take down Shido (even killing because he wants to take him down so badly for what he did), with Shido not knowing Goro is his son and actually trusting him (with maybe gaining suspicions later towards the end for plot drama) because he’s so confident he groomed Goro into being his perfect little follower, is just so much more interesting? Goro is still a victim, but he’s not the perfect or “bending the character out of shape” to be perfect victim. He was hurt horribly and chose to deal with it in an....unhealthy way. It also makes the two seem reasonable, Shido thinks he’s in control because he took this starry eyed follower under his wing not because he’s threatening him with violence. Even tho we know Shido isn’t in control, Goro just likes to think he’s in control.

;tldr: I hate how people (and even Atlus/the game) try to twist Goro into being this perfect victim, all while saying “well he does do bad things but it’s because of Shido!” instead of letting Goro be accountable and have it make logical sense in the game (because the game is a hot garbage mess).

So yeah this concludes a 5 am rant I started yesterday. 8U

#persona 5 #p5 #anti-goro akechi #anti goro akechi #anti goro #anti-goro #this doesn't even cover the possibility that goro's real personality might be 100% shit bag and might be fine with killing #queue #q #random hyper focusing at 5 am woot 8U #persona problems #persona 5 problems #again this is more an issue with the illogical and inconsistent writing in P5

30 notes · View notes

diaryofanormalkid · 5 years

Text

Thursday, May 2nd and Friday, May 3rd were such good days

This week started off pretty rocky because I was sleeping so irregularly, it kept messing with my work schedule and also the errands I had to take care of. But then it got better!

Monday

I started off this week on Monday working a 10:30-6:30pm shift. I think I fell asleep at 5:30am and woke up at like 8:45am to get ready for work. My shift went extremely well, except for the fact that I was super sleepy.

And then at the very end it just went haywire because I needed a certain paper to count my cash till, but we didn’t have anymore so I was running around looking for it for a good 5-10 mins.

It was the end of my shift and all I wanted to do was go home! I couldn’t believe this was happening right when I wanted to go home. I thought to myself “these things only happen to me.”

Eventually I found it and was able to count, but by the time I was done counting my till, it was a little after my shift had ended meaning I missed my usual bus to get home.

So I was stuck there waiting for a while, but not for too long. And then I walked to my bus stop and went home!

Tuesday

Today I had planned to get my high school transcripts to apply for colleges. However, after the horrendous weekend I had with little to no sleep and then going into Monday’s shift sleep deprived also, I didn’t have it in me to wake up in time to do that at all.

Even when I had woken up, I was exhausted. I believe I woke up after 1pm that day. This is what I mean when I say my sleep had become so irregular, I would wake up at different times every day.

As soon as I woke up though, I meant business. I called my high school and let them know I needed a transcript, however they let me know that I was expected to come in to physically obtain it.

Figures. I can’t lie, that was a major setback for my entire thing I had going for the week because I wanted to have these transcripts sent in as soon as possible so that I could further complete my application to apply for colleges.

And then they also informed me that it would actually be too late in the day to come and get them and that the only available time I can pick up my transcript would be in the mornings.

So... I was super limited with days that I could go in to get my transcript. I knew then, this week I would only be able to pick it up on Wednesday or Friday, since Thursday I was working.

My mom was so kind offer to take me the following day, which would mean Wednesday I would be able to get it and mail it off to the website.

So by now, I told myself at least if I’m not going anymore to get my transcript today, then I should go to pick up my friends birthday gift and card today. At the LEAST.

But seeing as how exhausted I was, I fell asleep in my couch and just spent the whole day recovering from the already tiring week. In my head I reminded myself that the next couple days I really needed to pick up my slack!

Wednesday

So here came Wednesday, a new day. And there I was again, still exhausted. I still apparently hadn’t fully recovered from all the sleep deprivation. Going to bed late Tuesday night didn’t help either.

I remember telling my mom and myself that today I would wake up at 8:30am so that we could arrive at my high school by 10am to pick up my transcript.

Did I do that? No. What I did was sleep in though. It was such a rainy, gloomy day. I had no energy to get out of bed so I slept in until about 12:30pm.

My mother was upset with me because here she was willing to give me a ride to my high school when she had work later today and there I was in bed sleeping.

I also had work today, so I didn’t have much free time to mess around and waste. I needed to make sure I was ready in time to catch my bus to work.

I managed to slip out of my house just in the knick of time to catch my bus. I have to give credit to my instincts and running abilities however, because if it hadn’t been for both, I would’ve surely missed my first bus.

I made it in time for work, and the shift surprisingly went super well once again. Which I was super happy about. It was least that could be going right in my life with all the mess that was going on lately.

This shift was from 2:30-10:30 and a fun fact is that my mom and I work at the same place, just different areas. So I always wait for her when she’s on evening shift to finish her shift.

Her shift lasts until 11:30 though, which leaves me waiting for a while. Gladly, I finished all that I had to while I was there so I made the most of my time by killing it quickly with silly things.

Thursday

Now today was another day I had work. Ironically, I wasn’t supposed to work today, it was just a last minute shift that was given to me by someone who needed me to take it.

I was happy I got it, i could really use the money after the expensive previous week I had. The catch was I had to be back first thing in the morning for this shift. 8:30-4:30pm to be exact.

I didn’t have a problem with it, as I was the one who approved to take it. However, I knew I was in for quite a shift with the lack of sleep after doing my evening shift Wednesday.

I kept telling myself on Wednesday, “okay Britney, you know you have a shift in the morning so you HAVE to make sure you go STRAIGHT to sleep once you get home.”

Did I listen to myself? No! I believe I fell asleep a little after 4am that night. And I was supposed to wake up at 6:30am so that I could leave out in time to catch my bus.

So I was barely on time to catch my bus that morning, but I still made it by God’s grace. I also almost thought I lost my phone on the bus that morning but quickly found it hiding in my bag.

So glad. By that point in the morning, I had already gone through so much anxiety just thinking about being late to work and then almost losing my phone.

The lack of sleep didn’t help at all, but regardless I was actually feeling more excited than I was anxious by the time I arrived at work. Super uncharacteristic of me, but true.

One thing I will mention is that I hadn’t worked in this part of the Tim Hortons in a long time. So while I had every reason to be nervous to come back to this part, I was still excited.

I tried to prepare myself mentally by repeating in my head “you won’t be clumsy,” “you won’t spill anything,” “there’ll be no accidents,” “positive energy,” “good vibes,” “today’s gonna be a good day,” and things of that nature.

And I kid you not, it was! I anticipated I would be a little rusty, heck and I even tried to prepare myself for the worst, just in case. But it was genuinely a really smooth shift.

I actually enjoyed my time that day. And LEMME TELL YOU... I saw my short crush! So that in itself was so rewarding to get to see him on a day I wasn’t even supposed to be there.

Short crush

So I peeped when he came really quickly because he was with a few other ppl and they kinda had a presence, all of them standing in line.

The whole time while I was taking orders, I could see him in my peripheral just staring at me subtly, but not so subtly. I was nervous but calm, cool and collected all at the same time.

By the time he got to the till, I was surprisingly able to look into his eyes and greet him hi, like any customer. I asked what I could get for him and his coworkers and they all began to state their orders.

For this I made sure to write down their orders because with how flustered I was on the inside, I knew for a fact I would forget. I took my time with it too, just to ensure that I didn’t mess anyone’s orders up.

So as I was making them, his coworkers and him were going back and forth double checking that the orders they said were correct, in the meanwhile, not realizing how confusing that was for me.

Because I was standing there making their orders thinking “should I start these over or read them back to them to make sure they’re correct?” Like what do they want from me???

I ended up just zoning them out and focusing on making what I had written down because I trusted myself to write down everything properly as I heard them say it.

When I was finished with making everything, I handed them all to them and him, and they got some of the drinks mixed up with whose was whose, so I had to point out which ones was which ones.

The whole time my short crush was staring at me half adoringly, half awkwardly because he could see the confusion on my face as I wondered why they couldn’t figure it out.

So then he left and I told them all have a good day. Ahh, he’s so cute. And that wasn’t the only crush I ran into that day because I also saw my American Dragon crush/short guy... at the same time.

Short Guy

[Let’s just get this straight and lemme remind you all that short crush and short guy are two different people in my world!!! So don’t confuse the two no matter how similar they look.

Because the difference is, I do not have a crush on short guy, hence why he doesn’t have a crush in his title! They both just so happen to be short though

So basically

short crush = reciprocated feelings since I am also attracted to him but

Short guy = unrequited feelings since I am not attracted to him back]

I was going on my second break of the day when I ran into short guy. He was also on his break which is why we were both in the cafetaria.

So since I ran into him, I decided to just sit down and eat with him since it was the middle of the day and there are so many ppl in the cafeteria with hardly any seats to sit at.

After I fixed my lunch I kinda waved to him to come sit over with me. So... for the first time with him I was actually comfortable talking and eating with him.

All the other times before, I would always be so nervous to talk or eat in front of him, because I know how he feels towards me. And I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea.

Being self conscious and having low self esteem doesn’t help when you’re eating in front of someone who you know is attracted to you. But today, for some reason I was just so calm.

Anyways, we talked about a few different topics and we kinda just stayed on them for a long time. And I was actually eating too, which was progress, so I felt good about myself.

And eventually my American Dragon crush came to sit down to eat with us since there was still not very many seats.

American Dragon Crush

All throughout today I kept seeing him since he was working morning shift like me. And every time I saw him, I would say something to him. Which to me, is nice because he’s not the type of crush I am usually comfortable talking with if I initiate it.

[My relationship with American Dragon crush is a bit complicated because he’s:

Younger than me by a year and a half

Shorter than me ALSO 👀

Filipino, his mom probably hates me because she sees me alll the time but is so short with me / language barrier is hard at my work when everyone speaks Tagalog and you can’t understand what they’re saying

I am lowkey crushing, but my mom would NOT approve of me even LIKING him so looool

My mom told me the other day she agrees that she thinks he has a crush on me!!!!! So that’s confirmed, he likes me back

He literally ran away (just kidding walked away) when my mom was coming towards me to talk one time like he was scared of her or something looool ]

Anyways, when he sat down with us... my very first instinct was to feel awkward. But the settings and everything made me feel calm, and I thought to myself “as long as nobody says anything weird, this will be fine.”

I really didn’t think either of these guys would try anything or say anything weird because they’re not really like that. There was SOME tension in the air, but it quickly got eradicated.

I tried to keep conversations going between them both to fill the silences that would happen every now and then, and was pretty successful tbh. That really made me feel at ease.

The last thing I wanted was for one to feel weird just because I was talking to the other. I was just glad they both could play along with the whole thing and not put me in an uncomfortable situation.

The lunch time flew by with the both of them there and continuing talking to me and each other. My American Dragon crush asked to borrow my charger so I said I would give it to him.

When I went to get my charger, he met me halfway to take it. I jokingly warned him “protect this with your LIFE. Don’t break it. Or you will never get to use my stuff EVER again.”

He told me, that’s fine and he’s not gonna use it for long. I also told him to make sure he brings it back before he leaves since he was gonna be done his shift a little earlier than me.

He came by his shift and had my charger in hand all neatly wrapped up ready to give to me. He’s like “here you go.” And I said “were you gonna leave with it?” He was smiling and said no.

Honestly thank God, because he would’ve completely and totally lost my trust since I’ve made that mistake before with other ppl.

Anyways, back to my shift at work that day...

I really didn’t have much trouble at all with taking orders other than for when new prices came up. Every now and then I would just check with a coworker to make sure I was charging the correct prices.

And since I was closing, that meant I was counting, meaning it was gonna be a pretty easy-going end to my shift. To me, counting my till is always so peaceful to me.

Closing went super smoothly, other than some ppl coming to ask for coffee last minute. But I had a quick and smooth close! And I got changed and ready in time for when I had to sign out.

I was wearing the most cool outfit after my shift at work. And I just felt my hair went SO well with it, like I was just so upset not more ppl got to see it.

But for the ones day did see it, I definitely blessed their lives for wearing such a cute fit. And I kid you not, I was so upset that this outfit was going to waste that I just up and went to the mall!

If I couldn’t get more ppl at my work, I said I might as well go and let ppl at the mall get to see my great taste in fashion. So I waited until my bus came and was on my merry way!

Alright alright, so my bus was packed and I kid you not... some man “snuck” a whole dog onto the bus! And I was not in the slightest upset about it!

As much as I joke around in real life about how I’m allergic to dogs, I really couldn’t tell you how I excited I was that a dog was somehow on this bus directly in front of me!

It was a super well trained dog too. It was the cutest lil ugly pug and whenever he would move the slightest everybody would look at this lil dogs every move.

I tried my absolute hardest not to sneeze around the dog to give away that I was allergic but I think my watery eyes gave it away once I was sitting there long enough.

As much I was suffering, I still wanted to be as close to the dog as I was. He just made my already good day even better and I knew I would have a nice story to tell when I got home.

Anyways so eventually the dog got off, then I was at the mall in no time. My plan for the day was to get my friends gift, her card and gift bag and then get out!

Since originally I never went on tuesday, today seemed perfect to do it because it wasn’t Friday (aka the busiest day of the week for the mall) and I was done work.

But boyyy, when I tell you it was BUSY! Way busier than I expected it to be. I didn’t remember that Friday, the next day was gonna be a P.A. day, so therefore no school.

That meant all the high school students took this as an opportunity to come to the mall on a Thursday instead. It made for my time at the mall like 3x longer than I thought it would take.

The lines were super long in Sephora when I went in. And literally any other time I looked over they remained that way so I just decided I would take my time choosing my friends gift.

I TOOK FOREVER THOUGH. Like the time I took in there was the equivalent of getting stuck down a YouTube rabbit hole and not realizing how much time has gone by!

But I found the CUTEST stuff for her AND myself. But obviously the main goal was her. I intended to buy a perfume and that’s exactly what I came out with.

Not the original size I had in mind, but regardless I believe my friend will appreciate the scent and effort it took to find a perfume for her. It really does smell amazing.

And it’s good quality that I hope will last! Since the bottle size is so small, there’s no telling if it will actually last all that long, but I think it’s a matter of finding the right scent first.

At least I know now if she truly really likes the scent, I could always buy her another one with the bigger sizes. Of course they’re way more expensive, but it’s quality perfume that lasts.

These are the items along with the card that I ended up getting her. I hope she likes/appreciates them. They’re definitely more on the practical side of giit’s, but nonetheless still good gifted

As for myself, I was spending a LONG time looking at the perfumes in Sephora. I was just super fixated on finding one for myself that I would also like so that when I finally do have the money I can eventually use it to buy the bigger bottles of the perfumes that I found and liked.

I found a lot of them that were decent smells, but i’m telling you, there was only one that fell in love with completely and obsessed with and can still smell the scent of today.

And I mean LITERALLY still smell the scent of because the scent is still remaining on the paper I sprayed it on which is crazy impressive! I’m sooo in love with the perfume, it’s so good!

You wouldn’t believe it, but that scent is actually THE first perfume bottle I picked up once I got to Sephora and I kept going back to it because I couldn’t believe how good it smelled.

I am definitely making that investment when I find the money because smelling like that???? I’d be irresistible everywhere I go! Here is a picture of the perfume:

As for all the other perfumes, they were subpar in comparison to this! What an experience it put me through. And now I will never forget that scent!

So once I had got done shopping for my friends gift in Sephora, I went to eat some Chipotle because ya girl was starved! I also got Starbucks to try the dragonfruit drink!

The one with coconut milk this time because I’d already tried the original mango dragonfruit drink with water and then another time with lemonade before.

All three of them are amazing flavours and it’s my go to from Starbucks at this point. Not that I go to Starbucks often anyways. I waited super long for the line at Starbucks.

But even worse was once I left the place, the line got waaay longer right after so I felt bad for how packed today was.

Anyways, I felt soo guilty after spending all the money I did in one day. I could’ve refrained from buying all the food that I did at the mall since I had food at home good and ready to eat.

But I couldn’t resist how hungry I was in the moment either. Plus, I had been having chipotle and Starbucks cravings the whole week prior so I’m glad it’s out of my system.

My period really did me dirty financially this time. When those cravings hit... they HIT! And I just can’t resist!

Anyways so by the time I left the mall, it was getting dark and I had to wait a while for my second bus so I decided to wait inside the Tim Hortons at the bus stop.

I always feel weird waiting inside a place and not buying anything because I know some places they tell you to purchase something, so I decided for buying an iced coffee to keep with me for tomorrow morning when I wake up.

I told myself it was to help me wake up in time tomorrow morning since I knew I would be tired, but then I also bought those new Oreo pockets...

That one I didn’t have any excuse for, I just was craving to try it. It was good, but sooo not worth it. As I was buying my iced coffee, I saw my bus pull up to the intersection.

It was a mission and a half though because as soon as I got my iced coffee I had to run so quickly to the bus so that it didn’t miss me! I got super lucky because she was at a red light.

Once I got to the bus, I saw my Model crush from my former University! I see him every now and then, but if there was any night I would want to see him, it would DEF be tonight.

I was super happy once I realized it was him because I wanted him to see my in this outfit! When I walked past him, I was acting super confident.

The whole time I was on the bus I was fighting the urge to look at him the entire time. I was so desperate to look but I told myself, only when it’s not obvious. I did pretty good on that.

Eventually he got off at the stop he usually gets off and on at. And then shortly, I was home. BOY was I glad to be home. But I was even happier that I had a wonderful day!

Friday

Today was... pretty good! My intentions were to pick up my transcripts from my high school, then drop off my sisters resumé with her at a mall. However things took a spin for the better today.

So lemme just start by saying I was STILL tired today when I woke up. To be clear, I somehow still ended up going to bed at like 4am last night because... bad habits.

But anyways, remember that iced coffee I bought? Yeah, well first thing after I woke up I went straight downstairs to drink it. I was THAT tired.

But i eventually came around and found a really cute outfit to wear out today. I was definitely dragging my feet however to get dressed. But my mother sister and I left by 10:30am.

I was super hyper due to the iced coffee/adrenaline rush I was experiencing from being so tired, so you could imagine how annoying I must’ve been.

Somewhere along the way, I asked my mom if she could drop my sister and I at the theatre to watch Avengers: Endgame but surprisingly she gave us money to go and I couldn’t believe I was finally gonna be able to watch it! Just like that.

So I found out once I got to my high school that the guidance counsellors need to sign my transcripts in order to send them out to give to me. I was simply... disappointed but not surprised.

It’s always something with me. So the secretary who was there was very helpful in arranging for me to pick it up next week whenever I was ready to get it, thankfully.

And then all of sudden as we were leaving, my mom randomly offered for me to take a test drive around the parking lot of my high school. It was totally spontaneous but serious.

So I took her up on her offer. After I was done, my mother said apparently I did an amazing job on my first time “driving” and that she couldn’t believe I had done my turns so easily.

I was sooo nervous and scared but also impressed with how I did as well. I honestly don’t have any reference of how good or bad I did though, so I’ll assume she was being honest.

Anyways then we headed to the mall and quickly dropped off my sisters resumé. And my mom dropped us off at theatre. I was so happy we could watch Avengers because I jokingly made a Instagram story about going to see it by myself just yesterday.

But now it’s actually a reality and I’m so glad. The whooole struggle to get food was a mission because we went back to THE SAME MALL by bus just to get food from the food court and bus back to the movies.

Then we snuck in our food since we had no time to eat it, otherwise we were gonna be late. And my sister literally snuck in a whole cup of pop from the mall into the theatre without anybody even realizing looool.

The whole time watching the movie I was sooo nervous because I didn’t really have any solid ideas of how the movie was gonna go down aside from the very few spoilers that I saw.

It was amazing! Sad, but not THAT sad for me because I didn’t have THAT much of an attachment to these characters since I didn’t even properly watch the first two avengers.

But I feel so relieved now that I don’t have to worry about spoilers! And also, I sat ALL the way through! Even though my bladder damn near bursted by the end of the movie!

I kid you not, I got up like 2 mins before it ended because my instincts told me it was gonna end soon and I was trying to time it. And I was right because it ended like right when I was about to leave!

I was so happy it was over and then I just made a RUN for the bathroom!!! But anyways today was amazing and I’m glad my week could end off way better than it started!

I still have one more day left to work, today. But I think I can handle the new week ahead now that I’ve gotten some things taken care of this week ☺️

Thanks for reading if you read allll the way through!

#personal #diary #dear diary #avengers #avengers endgame #crush #american dragon #american dragon crush #short crush #short guy

3 notes · View notes

sevenpabosandabunchoffans · 6 years

Text

The Meaning of Family | Welcome to the Jungle

Characters: Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jennie Kim, Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Jung Hoseok, Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi, Original Characters

Words: 1183

Genre: High School!au, Dancer!Jimin, Marching Band Member!Taehyung, I’m not saying that I ship Jimin and Jennie in real life (I don’t even know what their ship name would be) but they do exist in this universe, Parents!Namjin

Warnings: lots of fluff, protect Hoseok and give him lots of love, Jungkook is a little shit in this but when is he not

Summary: “Kortni’s and Tae’s relationship is fun XD I would love to see more of them and Jimin and Jennie.”; “Do Jimin and Jennie become and official thing? Because they need to lol.”; Football season has begun; Time Period - 3-4 months after the original fic ended; Ages: Jin - 35, Namjoon - 34, Yoongi - 18, Sophia - 18, Hoseok - 17, Jimin - 15, Taehyung - 15, Jennie - 15, Kortni - 15, Jungkook - 13

A/N: Another drabble! The title of this one is from the Guns & Roses song, because that was my high school’s fight song. Hope you enjoy this and don’t forget to request more drabbles!

“You know,” Jennie spoke up as Taehyung dealt the deck of cards he was holding to begin another round of Go Fish. She and the twins were sitting on the floor of the band room after school, her on Jimin’s lap, none of them feeling like going home after school just to come back for the football game. “This will be my first time ever going to a football game.”

“Really?” Jimin inquired, holding his cards at an awkward angle so the girl in his lap wouldn’t see them.

“I was never really interested in all the school spirit stuff.” Jennie tilted her head to see Jimin’s face. “But I guess I have to go now.”

“Don’t sound too excited~” Jimin teased, pressing his lips to her cheek until Taehyung started making gagging sounds.

“Can you, like, not do that in front of me?” Taehyung asked, fixing his cards in his hand so they were all turned the right way.

“If you don’t like it then why don’t you go and find Kortni? I heard that she spends every day after school at whatever area of the school she can find to work on her soccer skills.”

“I’d rather not~” Taehyung commented, setting his cards down, and Jimin immediately regretted bringing Kortni up. “Did you know that not only is she in my French class again, but now I also have to deal with her in History? Like, can I not learn about white people ripping land out from under the Native Americans without her presence distracting me?”

“But do they really teach that anyway?” Jennie commented, and Jimin giggled. “I thought you were in World History this year.”

“Not the point here, Jennie!” Taehyung exclaimed. “I just can’t catch a break!”

“Excuse me~” The group of 15-year olds looked up as one of the band directors spoke to them. “Taehyung, you can stay, but you two need to go. Band students only in here after school hours.”

“Oh, sorry~” Jennie muttered as she stood up from Jimin’s lap as quickly as she could.

The man walked away as the two boys stood up from the floor. “I’m surprised he didn’t say anything before now.” Taehyung commented, looking at his watch to see that it was nearing 5:00.

“I should probably go get changed and meet with the rest of the team anyway.” Jimin said as he shouldered his dance bag and backpack, giving Jennie a quick kiss before leaving the band room to head to the fieldhouse.

“Great, just leave me alone~” Jennie called out quietly, not really caring if he heard her or not.

“Just because I’m allowed to stay in here doesn’t mean I’m forced to.” Taehyung commented. “I’m gonna go ahead and change into my band uniform in the bathroom, but if you just wait outside at one of the outdoor tables, I’ll be out in a few minutes.” After changing in the bathroom of the music complex, Taehyung walked outside, making sure his royal blue and white polo was tucked into his black pants properly. He froze as he heard a familiar laugh joining Jennie’s. “Kortni Stephens.”

The blonde girl stopped her conversation with Jennie as she turned to face the boy. “Taehyung Kim.” She gave him a onceover. “I didn’t know you were a band geek.” She smirked at him. “I hope it doesn’t get in the way of soccer or academics. It wouldn’t be quite as satisfying if you weren’t at the top of your game.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “You wouldn’t be satisfied anyway~” He challenged, and the two fell into a stare down, a common event for the two of them.

Jennie whistled awkwardly. “Okay, the tension here is way too thick. I’m just gonna go down the street to Chick-fil-a and get a bite to eat and hopefully this…whatever this is will be resolved by the time I get back.” She left the pair, but the two of them didn’t even shift their glances the slightest bit.

“Oh good, we’re not late.” Yoongi said as he sat next to his family in the bleachers, his hand intertwined with Sophia’s.

“We wouldn’t have even had to worry about being late if you hadn’t insisted on taking a nap as soon as you got home from class.” Sophia grumbled as the family greeted each other.

“Speaking of class…” Jin stood up and zoomed in as far as he could with his phone camera, trying to snap some pictures of Taehyung in the band bleachers, having already taken a multitude of photos of Jimin stretching on the track below, “how are yours going, Sophia? Are you enjoying them so far?”

“Are you not going to ask me, your oldest and favorite son, about mine?” Jin quickly shushed Yoongi as he sat back down, turning to Sophia to await her response. It was no secret that Jin was very excited his former student had followed the same path as him in pursuing a career in a preschool.

“There’s a lot more work than I expected, especially with all of the observations I have to do.” Sophia answered, nudging Yoongi’s side as he was slightly pouting now.

“Have you gone anywhere yet?”

“I went to the ABC school in Morrilton yesterday to observe there, and it was really nice, I liked it. I haven’t done any of my other observation hours yet.”

The conversation was stopped from continuing further when a deep sigh left Hoseok, who was staring down at the area of the track where the dance team was preparing for the game. His gaze set on one specific member. “Hobi,” the 17-year old’s attention was grabbed when Namjoon spoke. “You know you could have stayed home tonight, right? We wouldn’t have forced you to come.”

Hoseok shook his head slightly, sitting up straighter and finally removing his gaze from his ex-girlfriend. “No, it’s Jimin and Taehyung’s first high school game, I need to be here for him.” His gaze was brought back to the girl as she walked closer to the bleachers to grab her pompoms from where they were lying on the ground. “I think I’m going to head down to the concession stand. Anyone want anything?”

Everyone shook their heads except for Jungkook, who asked for a bag of popcorn, and Jennie, who didn’t acknowledge his question at all. “Jennie,” Jungkook elbowed her, which brought her out of her daze, as she had been too into watching Jimin doing his stretches. “Do you want anything from the concession stand? Some water, perhaps?”

Jennie narrowed her eyes at the 13-year-old. “No, I’m fine, thank you.” She returned her gaze to her boyfriend down below, ignoring the teasing she was receiving from the younger male next to her.

The concession stand line was already fairly long, so by the time Hoseok returned with his Sprite and Jungkook’s popcorn, the opening notes to ‘Welcome to the Jungle’ were already ringing through the stadium as the high school football team ran onto the field, and the family prepared themselves for the first football game of the season.

Request drabbles!

19 notes · View notes

stuvik · 6 years

Text

Need | Taegi (M)

Pairing: Min Yoongi / Kim Taehyung Genre: fluff-ish smut, crack Length: 8.6k "Asshole!" "At least you know your anatomy."

Taehyung stretched his arms out behind him, knocking his knuckles against the shabby oak headboard. He glanced over just as his roommate decided to collapse on the other side of the bed. The drop onto the mattress prompted Yoongi's shaggy-layered hair to fall in front of his eyes, but he quickly swept them out of the way. Noticing he was being watched, Yoongi glared out of the corner of his vision, cynical eyebrow raised in Tae's direction.

"What are you staring at?" He spoke with a smirk and a flash of dark humour in his eyes.

Taehyung squinted at his roommate suspiciously. "Are you in a good mood?"

Yoongi scowled as if it was a trick question.

"Because you can tell me if you are. You don't have to be ashamed." Tae reached over and poked a corner of Yoongi's mouth. "It's my company, isn't it?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes and ignored him, lethargically batting away the hand that continued to badger him. "Stop poking me, idiot. Or I'll go back into my room."

"Oh boohoo," said Taehyung, rolling onto his side, but he did refrain from prodding his roommate further. At least for the time being. "So what do you wanna do?" he asked with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. "I thought we were watching some dumb movie of yours."

"It's not dumb," Taehyung defended, giving Yoongi’s shoulder one last, daring jab. He did have his movie collection's honour to defend. With a bounce of energy, he bounded up and crawled to the end of the bed to sit, scanning the DVD selection inside his TV stand. He noticed his shirt had ridden up. He tugged it down, absent-mindedly running his hand over the front. "Uh, what did I say we were gonna watch exactly?"

It might as well have been a rhetorical question, however, since Yoongi didn't deem it anything worthy of a response, and Tae didn't much feel like repeating himself. He pushed off the bed and dropped to his knees in front of the cabinet, running his fingers over the different DVDs, ticking away which were appropriate options and which were not. Both of them seemed to be in a good mood, so nothing too dark. Maybe a comedy.

"So, porn. Is that an option?" Taehyung joked, having run his eyes over a couple of his sex movies he was not ashamed to have out in the open.

"I doubt you'd have anything I'd like," Yoongi said matter-of-factly, but Tae could hear the amusement colouring his tone.

"Oh ho. You think so?" Tae looked over his shoulder, eyes gleaming bright with mischief. "I think you'd be surprised."

Yoongi stared at him without blinking for a while and then slowly smirked. "Would I?"

"You wanna?" Tae asked enthusiastically, light-brown eyes widening comically. "When you do that with your face, I can't always tell if you're serious or kidding. It's why you're so fuckin' good at poker."

Yoongi gave a very small shrug of the shoulders, tilting his head almost imperceptibly to the left. He clasped his hands together, placing them on top of his stomach. He sighed when Tae kept looking at him expectantly, face split into a mad grin.

"Fine," Yoongi caved. "Just""

"Make sure there's no tits or pussy in it, right?" Tae commented vulgarly, grabbing his chest in a way that suggested he was going beyond the simple demonstration of a self-exam. Yoongi snorted in derision.

Pulling a face, Taehyung laughed at him unabashedly and went back to scanning their choices, making sure to avoid all the options featuring female genitalia. After another minute of comparing the graphic pictures on the back of two DVDs that had caught his interest, Yoongi spoke softly from behind.

"I'm surprised you have anything like that," he said, half in wonder.

The lines between Taehyung's eyes furrowed. "Why wouldn't I?" He looked over his shoulder again, a single eyebrow raised. "I think I'm offended."

Yoongi stared at him thoughtfully, remaining mute. Taehyung held up the two selections, showing Yoongi the front of the DVDs so he could read the titles. He watched Yoongi glance them over, gaze shifting briefly from left to right.

"Asses on Fire 5?" Yoongi mused.

"I know, right?" Taehyung chuckled, lowering both movies into his lap. "Title's a bit of a turn off, but there's a scene in here I only need to watch half of before I'm--"

Shutting his eyes, Yoongi held up a hand to stop Taehyung before he could elaborate any further about the details of his ejaculatory experiences. "I don't think that's an information I need to know."

"Oh come on. You're no prude, Suga. I've been around when you bring people home."

"You're one to talk," Yoongi shot back, sounding astonishingly defensive. "At least when I bring them home, it's only one at a time." One corner of his lip turned downward. Taehyung always noticed Yoongi did that when he seemed to be in deep thought about something. His roommate then added in a hushed observation, "And at least I always bring home a consistent gender."

Taehyung rolled his eyes dramatically, climbing onto his knees and throwing his arms over the rustled sheets in exasperation. "You're not gonna start that crap again, are you?"

Yoongi frowned, but didn't reply.

"You're such a snobby fag, y'know that, right? It's not like I need some kind of exclusive gay club card if I wanna fuck men on occasion. I do what I want, alright?"

Yoongi shrugged. "I didn't say anything, Taehyung."

Tae cocked his head. "Yeah, but you were thinkin' it. I could tell."

Again, Yoongi shrugged, and Tae dropped the subject.

“Fine. Since there's nothing sexy about a title that implies possible infections, we'll go with this." He brandished the other selection in the air, shaking it a few times, calling attention to the naked men going at each other bareback. "Just remember to stay on your side of the bed as we watch it. I don't want you tryin' anything funny."

As Tae stood, he cracked open the DVD case with a loud pop. He pushed the power button on the DVD player, the black tray for the disc shooting out like a dangerous projectile. Taehyung took the disc already in there from earlier today and set it on the middle shelf to be put back later. With a smirk, he placed the copy of Bareback Mountain 2: "I Wish I Could Quit (Riding) You" into the tray and gave it a gentle nudge with the back of his fingers to make sure it properly closed. As the warnings about piracy and content flashed and the previews for other videos began, Tae took a few steps backward before sending Yoongi a meaningful, cocky look.

Yoongi met his gaze with a smirk. "What? No popcorn?"

"You're getting into this, aren't you?" Taehyung said teasingly, smiling brightly as he chuckled several times. "I can't believe we've never done this before."

He set one knee on the edge of the bed and leaned over, idly tugging on the front of his t-shirt as his right palm ghosted against the soft duvet.

"Are you really that surprised?" Yoongi dryly inquired, still lying complacently in Tae’s bed, looking completely relaxed and unguarded. Somehow, this greatly pleased Taehyung. This is how he liked Yoongi best. When he wasn't being an uptight, workaholic prick.

Taehyung shrugged. "You really want popcorn?" He straightened out and stretched his arm over his head, bending it and rolling his shoulder until it popped. "If you do, I'll make you some."

"Sure," Yoongi said with a single nod, and as he spoke, one of the raunchier previews in the background punctuated Taehyung's accepted offer of snacks with a drawn out moan.

"Heh." Like the songs of a Siren, Taehyung's attention was drawn to the television. He indulged himself in a scene from an upcoming BDSM flick where a naked guy was hogtied and hanging from a thick rope that dangled from the ceiling.

"Tae."

Clumsily walking out of the room backward, Taehyung waved a hand to dismiss his roommate's impatience. "Fine, I'm goin'. Not like I haven't seen all of this before." Still, his eyes were glued to the scene, and he barely managed to prevent himself from tripping over a sneaker turned sideways on the floor. He cursed, but still kept his gaze on the screen. "Don't hit play until I get back," he warned, completely serious about the threat.

"I wouldn't dare," Yoongi replied sarcastically as Taehyung finally stumbled out the doorway and headed for their kitchen.

After spending ten minutes scavenging through the kitchen cabinets like a rabid squirrel on the last day of Autumn, Taehyung had to give up on finding the box of popcorn he'd thought they'd had. There was a good chance he'd either: 1) eaten it all already or 2) he'd never bought any to begin with. However, he did find an open package of Oreos. He tried one out, the black crumbs lining his bottom lip as he chewed. They were a bit soft, but couldn't completely be called stale. Yoongi didn't even really like cookies, but at least it would look good that he made the effort to replace the promised snackage.

He shoved the plastic tray back into the packaging, sauntering down the hallway to his room. Out of habit, he kicked the door closed on the way in and half leapt, half fell onto the empty side of the bed. The TV screen was still set on the preview to the movie as Tae settled the Oreos in between them, licking the residual chocolatey bits off of his fingers with a satisfying pop.

"What happened to the popcorn?" Yoongi asked. He was sitting up, his back against the headboard, eyeing the cookies like they were a pipe bomb he'd just discovered in his mailbox.

"Didn't have any," Taehyung answered as he searched around the sheets for the remote control. He couldn't find it and so he leaned over the side of the bed, lifted up the dust ruffle and found the controller hiding under one of his dumbbells. He got back into position and pressed play as he grabbed for another cookie. Taehyung glanced over at Yoongi and grinned.

"You have chocolate on your teeth."

Taehyung grinned wider and made a show of licking it off with his tongue. "You're just jealous."

Yoongi snorted. "Of what?"

"That these having a better chance of getting inside my mouth than you do." Tae laughed at his own joke, grabbing two of the bed pillows and stuffing them under his head as he lay down.

"You're ridiculous. You know that, right?" Yoongi sneered. Taehyung watched his roommate's face. His expression didn't show him to be nearly as disgusted with the idea as he sounded as dark, intelligent eyes drifted to the television set. Then Tae let his attention fall to the movie, too, occasionally shovelling another cookie into his mouth.

Fifteen minutes into the film, two men in cowboy hats had discarded most of their clothing and managed to fit themselves within a tiny pup tent. Both were rather muscular men with attractive faces. They kissed at first. The one with a goatee and blondish tint to his hair still had a pair of boxers on, but the other, longer-haired man was already reaching inside his partner's shorts to pull out his erection. Even though Taehyung had seen this film several times already, enough that it occasionally skipped from ware, it still managed to have a rather profound effect on him. It seemed as if it had taken him five minutes to eat his last Oreo, slowly nibbling at it until he was just about to bite down on a fingernail. Yoongi had gone so silent, that a couple of times, Taehyung had actually forgotten he was there. He looked over. It took a second, but Yoongi also turned his head and met his gaze.

"Like it so far?" Taehyung asked as a low moan emanated from the television.

Yoongi gave him another long look without saying anything and returned to watching the movie. Taehyung chuckled and grabbed up the remnants of his snacks and set them on the floor. He threaded his fingers together and shoved his hands under his head, watching the man with long brown hair taking the head of the other man's cock into his mouth. They were shallow thrusts at first. Fingers tangled in the man's hair as the guy getting sucked off tried to piston himself deeper.

What had started out as kind of a joke was beginning to make Taehyung slightly... uneasy. It was very much a fact that he could never get even half way through this film without having to masturbate. Not only were the sex scenes hot as hell, but the third scene contained what he would consider to be...a secret fetish of his. He and Yoongi were close, sure, but Taehyung had never quite revealed his one weakness when it came to sex.

"What's with that serious face?"

Taehyung nearly choked but managed to take in a short breath and recover his cool. "Huh?"

Yoongi studied him with a raised eyebrow. "You asked me if I was enjoying it, but now you seem... odd."

Taehyung squinted an eye shut. "What're you talkin' about? It's just hard to enjoy with a bastard like you in my bed."

Okay, weird. Even though he'd said that, that wasn't entirely true at all. Lying about something so stupid had him a bit worried.

"Just shut up and watch the movie, Yoongi. You're distracting me from the good parts."

Yoongi chuckled. A low chuckle. For some reason, it even sounded kind of sultry and flirty. Or maybe that was Tae's imagination? The scene progressed as the man who'd just given the other a blow job began sliding a finger along the other man's crack, the exposed hole now coated in a slick lube as he plunged inside, rhythmically moving his fingers as his partner moved back against them.

"Ah shit," Taehyung said and covered his eyes with his hand only to spread them out and peek through. "I'm such a sucker for a fingering scene, I swear."

Yoongi laughed outright, and Taehyung turned his head and smiled at him.

"Hey Yoongi? Are you a fingering sorta guy?"

Yoongi gave him a condescending look. "A 'fingering sorta guy'?"

Taehyung nodded, setting a hand on his stomach. "Yeah. Some guys don't seem to like it. To be honest... I've, uh, kinda never had it done to me."

Yoongi's mouth parted ever so slightly. "You've never been a bottom?"

Taehyung frowned. "No, of course not. Well, one time "Wait, do you remember that time like three months ago when I went to play pool with Jungkook and came back with that one guy I'd actually met after we almost got into a fist fight in that bar...?"

Yoongi tilted his head to the side. "Vaguely..."

"Well when I brought him back here." Taehyung coughed, having the decency to look slightly embarrassed at the memory since he'd come home late, found Yoongi on the couch reading, then tripped all over himself as he and his... guest... had stumbled into the bedroom. "He kind of just assumed that's how it would go. But afterward, I think he found his decision to be quite enjoyable."

"Uh huh," Yoongi drawled, something flickering in his eyes that Taehyung couldn't quite figure out. It caused the smile on his face to waver.

"I guess that's another reason we could never work out together," Taehyung found himself saying. "We're both pretty dominant kinda guys. Stubborn and all that. Neither of us would wanna give in first."

"Heh."

The once tame moans and grunts coming from the TV had now become something more desperate and primal. The smaller man's ass was up in the air, his partner pounding into him at a sharp angle from above, a hand on his shoulder pressing his face into the floor. The bigger man's balls slapped mercilessly against the other's ass. The man on bottom's ass-cheeks had been stained a bright, flushed red as he met the violent thrusts. Taehyung couldn't help but watch the man's hand begin to jerk off his own cock. It looked so stiff and swollen against his stomach, it couldn't help but send a few tingles to Tae's own groin. But though he hadn't exactly meant to get a hard on while watching this with Yoongi, he should've considered it a possibility. Not to say Yoongi had never seen him with an erection anyway considering how long they'd known each other.

Hell, he'd walk out into the kitchen with morning wood all the time, grab some cereal, and then go back into his room to work on getting rid of it. But the warmth, the proximity of another body in his bed... made it... different. As he thought more and more about it, watching the man on bottom climax onto the tent floor only to be rolled over onto his back as his partner came on his chest with a pained grunt, he'd become perfectly aware of how quiet he and his roommate had become. Taehyung squirmed, having the intense desire to sneak a glance at Yoongi, but if he did, his roommate would probably call him on the flush no doubt apparent on his cheeks by now.

The first scene came to an end, and the second one began. Since both "actors" were clothed and sizing each other up, Taehyung had time to relax himself for a brief few seconds. However, he nearly jumped when something brushed against his bare arm.

"What are you doing?" He nearly shrieked, calming his voice at the last second. He raised himself on an elbow and glared at Yoongi.

"Um. Changing positions?" Yoongi answered as his eyes shifted across Tae's face.

"Oh..."

"I thought you wanted to watch this..." Yoongi said slowly.

"Watch what?" Taehyung asked obliviously.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "The movie. The next scene is starting..."

"Oh... yeah. This scene isn't even my favourite anyway. I like the third one."

"Ah." Yoongi rested his forearm atop his forehead. The movement made his black shirt ride up ever so slightly, revealing the top of a dark trail of hair.

Taehyung stared at it briefly, then realizing what he was doing, he looked up into Yoongi's face. Yoongi stared right back, an eyebrow raised in obvious amusement. Taehyung laughed sheepishly and scratched at the back of his neck, tangling his fingers in the fine brown hair at the nape.

"Heh."

Yoongi drew himself up onto his elbows, having been lying down on his back since the middle of the first scene. "So why is it you enjoy the third scene so much? Should we skip ahead?" He grabbed for the remote, which was placed between them, and hit the skip button.

Taehyung tried to make a quick attempt to swipe it out of his roommate's hands. "No, no, don't do that!" He practically tackled Yoongi trying to wrestle it from him. Yoongi pushed him back, pressing a hand firmly to Tae's chest.

"What's with you?" Yoongi asked. Taehyung's gaze dropped to the hand pressed to his chest and then to his roommate's face.

"It's just... this is the scene that really turns me on! I don't wanna watch it with you!"

Yoongi stared a moment, then the corner of his mouth lifted. "And why not?"

"Well. For starter's, um, 9 and a half out of ten times that I watch this, I get hard. Having you in my bed will make it difficult to take care of."

"Do I make you self conscious?" Yoongi inquired in a husked, teasing voice.

"Of course not!" Taehyung said, flustered. "If you wanna see me jerk off in front of you, then be my guest, but at least I warned you beforehand of what to expect."

Yoongi spoke sarcastically, "How very gracious of you, Tae." Then he looked at Taehyung seriously. "Who says I'd mind?"

Taehyung's eyes bulged out of his head, his subconscious already recognizing the corny music drifting his way from the TV. "You've got to be joking. Ew, Yoongi. We've lived with each other for like two years, and yeah, maybe one time you walked in on me in the bathroom, and yeah, there was that time I forgot to take that tape of me with those Swiss twins out of the VCR when you were trying to record that episode of House, but... we... I... you..." Taehyung faltered.

Yoongi fell back onto the bed. "I was... kidding."

"Oh... oh right." Taehyung forced a laugh. "Yeah, yeah. Uh, me too." Embarrassed for making such a stupid big deal about it, Tae slinked back down into the bed. His own hand accidentally rubbed against the top of his thigh, and he flinched.

"So what's so great about this scene again?" Yoongi asked, the neutrality of his tone somehow calming.

"It's... what they say," Taehyung replied ambiguously, shifting into a more comfortable position.

" 'What they say'?" Yoongi repeated.

"Yeah... I have this thing about dirty talk. Yeah, the scene starts off kinda nice and slow like this, but once the clothes come off and they're in bed... I just... I mean... yeah the sex is hot, but, guh..." he rambled.

"Interesting."

"I once dated this girl in college. Her name was... ah, shit, I actually don't remember her name, but she had a filthy mouth and could go for hours. But to be funny, when, you know, she wanted me to cum more quickly, she'd lean over and say the dirtiest shit in my ear, and I swear it was over two seconds later... Lousy kisser though."

Yoongi's lips thinned. "Thanks for sharing."

Taehyung nodded. "No problem."

They were at the part in the third scene where the clothes were starting to come off. Both of the men appeared to be in their early 20s. They could've passed for frat brothers, and maybe they were. One had apparently shaved his head though, and a small silver hoop dangled from his left ear. He had the tiniest bit of chest hair, while the other man didn't seem to have hair anywhere but on his head. Even his balls were hairless, and he was tan, but there wasn't a single tanline on his body. He was the one with the dirty mouth, too. Taehyung was trying to tune him out since he was already starting to tell the other man what he wanted him to do. Although, it didn't really look as if that bald Marine-looking guy needed explicit directions.

Taehyung grabbed a pillow behind his head and growled, shoving it over his face so that he wouldn't have to hear it, but suddenly it was pulled off of him and thrown on the floor. Yoongi was leaning over him, his long bangs swaying in front of his face as he peered at Taehyung.

"Why was she such a lousy kisser?" Yoongi asked.

Taehyung swallowed. "Too much tongue."

"Ah." Yoongi breathed a charming chuckle. "You don't like tongue?"

"Um..."

"Show me?" Yoongi leaned over further, pressing his hand down on Taehyung's chest.

"Are you serious?" Tae asked, squirming onto his elbows. He searched Yoongi's face for an answer when there was none that seemed to be forthcoming. "Why?"

"If you don't want to..." Yoongi began to pull away, but Taehyung grabbed him by the front of the shirt.

"I didn't say that," Tae replied, tugging his roommate closer. He smirked. "I just didn't want to take advantage of you while you're vulnerable."

"You think I'm vulnerable now?" Yoongi returned the smirk. "I think I'm the one in control."

"Uh huh. Sure you are, bastard." Pushing himself up, he pressed his lips to Yoongi's, feeling the other man's mouth part at the contact. One of them murmured into the kiss. Yoongi moved on top of him, and Taehyung slid his fingers into his roommate's hair. He smiled as he started breathing through his nose, parting his legs so that Yoongi could slide between them. He took in a sharp breath when Yoongi's warm hand slid under his shirt and skimmed across his stomach. Yoongi laughed softly at the reaction. He nipped at Taehyung's bottom lip gently and nudged Tae's cheek with his nose. The porno on in the background was an erotic chorus to their making out. The denim of their jeans rustled as they both shifted. Yoongi stroked Taehyung's cheek with a finger and then let it glide across a cheekbone. Taehyung's hand ran in absent circles over Yoongi's lower back, touching the skin above the waistband with his fingertips.

"Actually," Taehyung said, licking his lips as bright eyes stared up at Yoongi with good humour, "I do like tongue. Just not a lot of it. No one likes to be slobbered on."

Yoongi smirked. "Shall we test it out? See how much is a good enough amount of tongue?"

"I think I've moved past the stage of experimenting," Taehyung joked. He pushed away Yoongi's bangs, tucking them behind his ear. Then he sighed as Yoongi angled his head. "This feels good. How come we haven't done this before?"

Yoongi gazed at him thoughtfully. "For starters. You're unreliable."

"Unreliable!?" Taehyung squawked and tried to sit up, but Yoongi held him down.

"You were supposed to get popcorn and ended up bringing Oreos. Now you taste like chocolate."

"Pft. You know I'm one of your most reliable friends. Don't give me that bullshit. Because we get along so well is why we live together, asshole." Taehyung once again tried to sit up, but Yoongi held him firmly down and placed a kiss to his chin. Immediately, Taehyung felt calmed by it, though he squirmed one more time for the show. "Hmph."

"I don't think that's the real reason why nothing has ever happened between us before."

"Nah, probably not," Taehyung said, but gasped when he felt Yoongi's mouth at his neck, licking lightly at first and then sucking right where he could feel his own pulse. "Ngh. Of course you would be good at this. Aah..." At the back of his mind, though his eyes had shut of their own accord, he could hear that the scene had become more heated. But all his focus seemed to be on the lips at his throat. The teeth that nipped at his skin. The fingers that tugged at the collar of his shirt and kissed at his collarbone. Taehyung drew his knees up slightly, his thighs rubbing against Yoongi's hips.

"Is it because we fight so much?" Taehyung asked, tilting his head when Yoongi started to attack the other side of his neck.

"I like fighting with you," Yoongi breathed.

"Hmm..." He shifted again, glancing over Yoongi's shoulder to view the TV. Yoongi huffed and leaned up, also glancing behind as Hairless Guy was busy riding Baldy backwards, telling him how much he loved "that huge hard cock inside him. Fucking him hard and making it feel so... ah... yes... good."

Yoongi looked down into Taehyung's face again, sighing. But he smiled. Tae grinned in exchange.

"I lied about bottoming by the way," Taehyung admitted with a shrug.

"I figured."

"Huh? How?" Taehyung urged him to lie on top of his body again, and Yoongi did so, fitting snuggly between his legs. "I mean, I've only bottomed twice, but I didn't like it. You switch though, right?"

"Not a lot, no," Yoongi answered frankly, a very firm line set in his brow. "Sit up for a second."

Yoongi gave him room to sit, but only for long enough that Taehyung's t-shirt could be ripped off over his head and tossed against the window, where it caused the drawn blinds to sway. Taehyung helped Yoongi out of his shirt. He balled it up for him and threw it toward the foot of the bed. When they came together, it was skin against skin. It wasn't entirely odd to be exploring Yoongi’s chest with his hands. Yoongi who he'd known for years and years. Who he'd lived with and had never really considered kissing let alone screwing. Okay, well barring drunken nights where with the right lighting, Yoongi was very pretty. Okay. So Yoongi was really attractive, really smart, and also really funny, but Taehyung had never wanted to ruin their friendship by crossing some kind of line.

"This is okay, right?" Taehyung asked. It felt right. But he wanted to make sure it felt right to Yoongi.

Yoongi leaned in, his bangs hanging, the very tips touching Taehyung's cheek. "This is right," he said against Taehyung's mouth and kissed him. Slowly this time.

Yoongi's hands went to either side of Taehyung's head, and he shifted his hips, moving them against Taehyung's in a drawn out, downward movement. Taehyung's lips parted in a quiet gasp, giving Yoongi's tongue enough room to sneak inside. Sparks ignited all over Tae’s skin at this new sensation. His legs automatically moved to lock around Yoongi's waist.

There was nothing hurried about their kissing. Their tongues overlapped one another until Taehyung tugged Yoongi by the hair, drawing their faces apart but only so Taehyung could suck on Yoongi's tongue, coaxing it back into his own mouth where it started all over again. Except now their hips were grinding, and Tae's toes were curling and flexing. He'd never been with anyone who kissed as good as Yoongi did, and as they both came up for air, he told him so.

Yoongi appeared cocky after that, but it looked good on him, so Taehyung didn't mind. In fact, he smiled quite genuinely.

"You know," Yoongi began. "Just because you picked a couple sloppy fucks, doesn't mean it can't feel good." At the emphasis on the word 'good,' he pressed his hips harder against Taehyung's.

Taehyung bit at Yoongi's shoulder. "Why does it matter if you already switch anyway?"

Yoongi frowned, and Taehyung prodded him in the ribs. He squinted suspiciously. "You do care, don't you? You wanna fuck me!" He said it like it was some great epiphany, but he could genuinely see it in the way Yoongi was looking at him. Like he was determined or something, but Taehyung couldn't completely piece it altogether.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes moodily, "I thought we already established that, and that's how we got to this point."

"Well yeah," Taehyung said, almost finding the noises coming from behind them humorous, "But it's important to you that you be the one fucking me, huh? Is it 'cause it's me or 'cause it would be our first time, and you need to, like, assert your dominance? 'Cause what? If I fuck you... you'd mope around the apartment thinking I'd brag about it? What's the deal. Explain."

"Oh yes. Good to see you know me so well," Yoongi commented caustically, but as an apology, Tae nipped at his jawline. He slid his hand along Yoongi's spine, not really wanting to fight. He couldn't help his curiosity though. It was so easy to tell when there was something Yoongi wanted. It's not that Taehyung was completely opposed to bottoming. Even if his first experiences with it hadn't been amazing. But it wasn't much of a guess to conclude Yoongi would be very good at it. There wasn't much Yoongi was not amazing at, but that's not to say he wouldn't have a good time if Tae fucked him.

"I believe you're putting too much thought into it," Yoongi observed. He traced the shell of Taehyung's ear with his thumb. Tae moved into the gesture, almost purring at the unexpected tenderness of it.

"Am I?" Taehyung smirked.

Yoongi bit down on the soft shell of his ear while a palm skirted over Taehyung's right nipple.

"You just want me to say the things you want to hear, maybe?" Yoongi inquired with a lift of an eyebrow. His eyes shifted away from Taehyung's face, and a small sneer appeared on his swollen lips. "Like that girl did." Was it just Taehyung... or did Yoongi somehow seem jealous?

"What girl?" he asked to be cheeky. "Oh, oh, of course. That girl. There've been so many after all..."

Yoongi narrowed his eyes, and Taehyung's nipple took the punishment for that comment by being pinched viciously between his roommate's fingers.

"Dirty talk, right? It's your weakness?" Yoongi asked, releasing the abused nipple only to slide down and lick it with the tip of his tongue. Taehyung watched with heavy-lidded eyes as it disappeared inside Yoongi's mouth. The other man sucked, cheeks hallowing, and Taehyung's back arched up off of the bed.

"Yoongi..." he half-moaned. Yoongi looked up while giving another quick suck. Taehyung had learned his lesson. Yoongi laid against his side as Taehyung studied his face, the movie having gone onto the fourth scene a while ago. "Did I say that?" he asked, now that he could speak with a steady voice.

Yoongi laid back down on top of him. Taehyung's arms wrapped around his shoulders as Yoongi spoke in the sexiest voice he'd ever heard, right into his ear.

"You'll let me fuck you if I make you want it."

Taehyung shivered and bit the corner of his mouth. "That's kind of a one-sided deal," he whispered in low tones. "If you don't want me to fuck you, just say so--" Yoongi's hand quickly moved to cover his mouth as he was shushed.

"You'll want it, Tae. Trust me." The hand was removed from his mouth. "Didn't you tell me all of that because you want me to know what turns you on?"

"No," Taehyung answered stubbornly, though his traitorous hips took that moment to want to roll against Yoongi's.

"Uh huh," Yoongi chuckled, his hands moving to Taehyung's belt buckle. In a daze, Taehyung's hands moved, too, zeroing in on Yoongi's belt, quickly undoing it. With a vulpine-like grin, he unsheathed it like a whip from the loops and made a show of dropping it to the floor. Yoongi didn't bother removing his all the way. He simply unhooked the button and drew Taehyung's zipper down, cupping the bulge with his hand. They watched one another as Taehyung rocked into it, and Yoongi started tugging the jeans until they reached Taehyung's knees.

"Figures you'd have to be good at everything," Taehyung sighed, hips rocking in measured movements. He started to unfasten Yoongi's pants, fingers getting a brief chance to run through that dark patch of hair he'd seen earlier. Taehyung's hands slid along Yoongi's chest, his shoulders and then down his muscled arms. Yoongi shifted, sitting up. He hooked his finger in the loops of Taehyung's jeans and pulled them the rest of the way off while on his knees. He threw them in the direction of the foot of the bed. Taehyung sat up, kissing Yoongi's stomach and up the centre of his chest as he began helping his roommate out of his jeans. They shared playful kisses, having a hard time of getting the jeans off because they were too busy touching each other anywhere there hands could reach. Once their mission was accomplished, Taehyung lay down again, kicking the sheets and duvet away from them.

"You haven't said anything dirty for a while," Taehyung mused. Yoongi was just about to lie on top of him again when he stopped and smirked. His head was very close to Taehyung's crotch. Yoongi mouthed the erection, and Taehyung momentarily lost a couple mental functions.

"I thought that was supposed to happen when I'm ready for you to cum?" He tugged down Taehyung's boxers. Slowly. Taehyung watched their progress as they passed his knees, his shins, and then, finally, off his feet. He wiggled his toes as Yoongi returned to him, his hand brushing along the inside of Taehyung's leg. Up his thigh, and just barely missing the side of his cock, which was already hard and stiff against his stomach.

"Well if you talk like that, it won't take very long at all," Taehyung sighed as Yoongi pressed his mouth to the indent of muscle right below his hip. As Yoongi moved up his body, he grabbed for Taehyung's shaft, stroking him as he moved in for another kiss. Gratefully, Taehyung moaned into it, twisting and gyrating into Yoongi's skilled hand. He could already feel pre-cum oozing from the tip. Yoongi gathered it between his thumb and forefinger and began spreading it over the length.

Taehyung's head fell back against the pillow, and his eyes rolled to the ceiling. "God. I should’ve asked you to watch porn with me so much earlier than this."

Yoongi smirked and clamped down on Taehyung's nipple, still stroking and pulling him as Taehyung continued to groan in appreciation. "Ugh. I've never met anyone who gives a handjob half as good as you, and I went to a Catholic high school."

Yoongi laughed lightly, removing his mouth from the nipple. Taehyung grinned at him and brushed his bangs out of the way so that he could see his roommate's smile. Yoongi swooped in and captured his mouth in a searing kiss, squeezing at the base of Taehyung's cock as their lips met. Yoongi stroked and squeezed his way back to the head, where, just as he flicked his finger across the slit, he snaked his tongue inside Taehyung's mouth. If Taehyung didn't have such amazing stamina and will, he might've cum right then. Yoongi's sweaty skin stuck to his, and the pungent smell of their musk wafted into his nose. The hand on his cock became more rough and aggressive in its movements. Yoongi wouldn't leave his lips alone. Taehyung grunted and groaned inside Yoongi's mouth. He could feel Yoongi's hard shaft against his thigh, pressing urgently.

Their kiss broke apart with a loud smack, a thin string of saliva snapping as Yoongi moved away from him to get on his knees.

"Do you always talk this much during sex, Tae?" Yoongi asked, tugging and pulling on himself, staring at Taehyung with a smug smirk.

"I get it, I get it," Taehyung said as he got onto all fours. He covered Yoongi's hand with his and got to his knees. Their hands moved in tandem between their bodies, their lips coming together in a softer kiss than before. Taehyung's unoccupied hand cupped the side of Yoongi's face, then slid to the back of his neck to pull him into a deeper kiss. Yoongi nibbled at his bottom lip, and Taehyung smiled. "Fine. I'll find something to preoccupy my mouth with then so you can have some peace."

"That's more like it," Yoongi said. Taehyung got down on his hands and knees and took Yoongi into his mouth, laving over the head with pleasure, because, unlike a lot of people, he actually liked giving blow jobs. He sucked at first, making slurping noises as pre-cum leaked out of the tip and coated his lips. He tasted it on his tongue, finding it spicy, but with the hint of something...sweet. Like citrus. He held the base of Yoongi's cock with one hand while balancing himself by pressing the other against Yoongi's firm thigh. Yoongi was already thrusting shallowly, calling to mind images of the earlier scenes of the movie, which by the sound of it, had come to the fifth and final scene.

His hand slid up Yoongi's thigh to fondle his sac. Yoongi must have a thing for that because he let out a loud grunt as Taehyung tugged at his balls. Taehyung hallowed his cheeks more, bringing in his lips and widening his mouth as much as he could. Yoongi was a bit thicker than he'd imagined, and it had been a while since Taehyung had done this. He slid his tongue along the bottom, following the line of a vein. His hand went around to grab at an asscheek while the other went to Yoongi's left hip so that he might be able to control how quick and deep the thrusts could go. Taehyung edged forward, swallowing more until the head of Yoongi's cock was pushing toward the back of his throat. He would've been content to have Yoongi cum in his mouth, but before he could make another false-swallow he was tugged by the hair.

Taehyung's eyes were half lidded as Yoongi pulled him up and embraced him. Yoongi bit at his lips, seemingly sucking the taste of himself off of Taehyung's mouth, licking the corners like it turned him on that his scent was all over Taehyung's skin. Taehyung laughed at the show of possessiveness. Yoongi snorted.

"I never would've thought someone like you would be so good at giving head," Yoongi teased.

"C'mon, Yoongi." Taehyung tilted his head and gave an arrogant smirk. "What'm I not good at?"

Yoongi opened his mouth to respond.

"Shut up. That was rhetorical."

"Shut up, huh?" Yoongi said, running his hands down Taehyung's naked sides and then over his ass, where on its way back up, one hand took a detour by way of his crack. Two fingers brazenly slid across his hole and Taehyung jumped.

"Asshole!"

"At least you know your anatomy."

Taehyung couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm going to have to find another way to preoccupy your mouth, I think," Yoongi sighed and then roughly shoved Taehyung onto his back, his head safely meeting the pillows instead of the wood of the headboard. Taehyung scowled up at him.

Yoongi didn’t blink an eye. "Where are your condoms?"

"Uh, actually..."

Yoongi arched an eyebrow.

"I used the last one a couple weeks ago. But, I mean..." His hand fidgeted on top of his stomach. He shook it out and let it fall to his hip as Yoongi crawled in between his legs. "I'm... clean."

"Hm." Yoongi batted his hair away and huffed.

"Does that mean you're...?"

Yoongi spread his legs further apart with his hands and laid down on top of Taehyung. Their cocks rubbed against one another. Taehyung shuddered and grit his teeth. Yoongi's breath was warm against his ear. He rested his hand on the small of Yoongi's back.

"If we're going to do this," Yoongi spoke against the side of his throat, kissing him right underneath his jaw. "For the first time... I want to be the one fucking you."

Taehyung started to retort, but Yoongi bit at the juncture between neck and shoulder painfully.

"Let me finish," Yoongi scolded, kissing the spot he'd abused. "Not because I want to prove to you I'm the dominant one." His hand smoothed along Taehyung's side and hooked under Taehyung's left knee. "Not because I don't trust you to fuck me, and certainly not because I think I wouldn't enjoy that..."

Taehyung swallowed as the arm hooking under his leg bent him further in half, exposing himself more to Yoongi's eyes.

"Then why?" Taehyung managed to ask as another arm snaked under his right knee. Yoongi heaved forward and pushed him down fiercely. Taehyung gasped but loved the strong hands and fingers digging against his skin. The hard body weighted on top of him. The feel of his cock as it pressed against Yoongi's belly. It was deliciously perfect as all his muscles began tensing in preparation, though he was meaning to relax certain other muscles. He evened out his breathing as Yoongi continued, speaking into his ear.

"Because I want you," Yoongi answered. "I want you first, and I know you'll let me have what I want."

Taehyung tried to scowl. "You're awfully confident there..."

Yoongi pressed forward and suddenly Taehyung's hips were nearly in the air.

"Oh that's right," Yoongi drawled as he slipped two fingers inside his own mouth. "You're a 'fingering type of guy,' aren't you, Taehyung?"

"No, ah, I just said I liked--" He was cut off as Yoongi's middle finger slid inside him. It's not like he hadn't ever experienced that before. Maybe not frequently, and no, he hadn't particularly enjoyed it those times, but something about it being Yoongi made it different. That arrogant smirk on his lips as he pulled out his finger only to slide two more in as Taehyung clenched around him and ground his teeth. Of course, that body and that face. Taehyung had always found Yoongi attractive. Yoongi was beautiful to him in a lot of ways, which is why this felt so damn good when it usually felt anything but. Taehyung forced himself to relax the ring of muscles surrounding Yoongi's fingers. He only squirmed a little as Yoongi laid a sloppy kiss to the inside of his thigh and then the tip of his cock. Taehyung mewled and panted. Yoongi slid his fingers out. Taehyung's legs hung limply over Yoongi's thighs until Taehyung was viciously bent in half again.

Yoongi pressed the head of his cock against Taehyung's hole, his expression set in concentration as he pushed forward while using one hand to pull Taehyung toward him.

"Shit," Taehyung gritted as the head started to push inside. He cracked open his eyes to watch Yoongi's face. His stomach muscles were quivering, and his black hair stuck to his cheeks with perspiration. Taehyung lifted a hand to unstick it and hold the fringes back behind Yoongi's ear. Yoongi grunted, yanking Taehyung by the thigh, and suddenly he was sheathed inside. Taehyung exhaled sharply. His hand fell from Yoongi's cheek at the intrusion to grip at a shoulder. He could feel Yoongi pulsing inside him, and he was surprised at how his chest seemed to swell with a million emotions at once, all of which he'd never been expecting.

"Yoongi..." was all he could say, hoping to express everything he felt in the name. Yoongi grunted and gave a jerky thrust. Now he was completely in, their chests pressed together, Taehyung's length trapped between their bodies. Yoongi's stomach rubbed against it every now and again as he began moving. Yoongi nuzzled Taehyung's throat.

"I know," Yoongi said as his hips began to move more urgently, "I know..."

The movie had gone dead, the screen a dull black in the background, but their own grunts and groans and moans of pleasure began to fill the room. The bed rocked, the headboard banging against the wall. Sweat dripped down Taehyung's hairline and along his cheek. Yoongi lifted himself and licked it off before it could make an escape along the path of Taehyung's jaw. Their bodies slid together easily, like Yoongi was a perfect fit.

"If you weren't so goddamn tight, I think we could make this last longer," Yoongi said in broken pants against Taehyung's neck. Taehyung answered with a strained smile as he rocked his hips up and squeezed a hand between their bodies to begin stroking himself.

"I can't help it if I'm the type to give more than I take," Taehyung smirked only to moan as Yoongi shifted a little to the side and angled his thrust upward. Yoongi grinned, apparently having noticed the sharp change in expression. He hit it again and again repeatedly until Taehyung couldn't create a single coherent word, which may or may not have been Yoongi's plan to begin with.

Yoongi continued to jab and pound into him. Taehyung had a hard time keeping a rhythm with his hand every time Yoongi plunged deeper, trying out different angles only to come back and hit that spot, taking pleasure in the way Taehyung cried out every time, clawing at Yoongi's shoulder blade.

"Yes, yes, yes," Taehyung chanted as the bed thudded into the wall, no doubt leaving dents and scratches already.

Yoongi didn't stop. He pressed himself to Taehyung, pushing Taehyung's hand away so he could wrap his own around Taehyung's length. He pumped him while moving deep inside him; Taehyung was at a loss for words.

"I suppose this means you're close, right?" Yoongi whispered into his ear, licking the soft shell.

Taehyung could only twist his head, eyes widening a tiny fraction. "Don't..." he warned half-heartedly, squeezing around Yoongi's cock as a reprimand.

"I thought you said this is what you liked?" Yoongi replied, this time licking a stripe up Taehyung's cheek. Taehyung groaned and squirmed underneath Yoongi, feeling trapped between the man fucking him and the hand fisting his leaking, swollen erection.

"Nod if you're close to cumming," Yoongi commanded.

Taehyung nodded, biting his lip. Yoongi gazed down at him. He lowered his head and licked the seam of Taehyung's mouth seductively, teasing his lips open. Outside their mouths, their tongues touched. Taehyung's balls began to tighten, muscles clamping tightly around Yoongi. Yoongi groaned but kept on pummelling Taehyung into the mattress.

"Hn. Is this how you imagined it, Taehyung? Me buried deep inside you. Fucking you. Loving you. Riding you so hard you can't even speak any longer."

Taehyung's eyes were glazed. He could barely see. He could only hear the sound of Yoongi's voice near his ear and the throbbing sensation of the cock inside his ass, pulsing hot and urgent. Yoongi kissed him hard. Desperate and close, Taehyung pushed Yoongi's hand away and began pumping himself in earnest. Yoongi braced his arm on the mattress and yanked Taehyung's legs up until his knees were on either side of his head.

Yoongi's mouth was against his ear, the sensation of his orgasm right near the edge. If he could reach out a hand and touch it, it'd be right, fucking, there. The chants came again, like a mantra. "Yes, Yoongi, yes, yes, Yoongi, yes..."

"That's it, Tae." Yoongi kissed the side of his throat. "Say my name. Say it because I'm the one that's gonna make you cum, say it and beg for it like you know you want to."

Taehyung's back arched off the bed. "Fuck, yes, Yoongi. Make me cum. Fuck me. Please. Yes."

Yoongi drove into him with one final thrust as Taehyung's body shuddered with an orgasm so intense he had no idea when he stopped pumping himself. He felt it as the cum spurted out against his and Yoongi's stomach. Seconds later, there was a pain at his shoulder as Yoongi bit down and came inside him. The feeling warm and pleasurable as Taehyung's body continued to convulse and spasm. Their breathing was loud. Like both of them had just finished a Triathlon. Yoongi had slumped over, trying to hold himself up with one arm so he didn't completely crush Taehyung. Taehyung shook his head and looked into Yoongi's face, grinning tiredly. Yoongi leaned in, releasing Taehyung's legs as they kissed each other. Yoongi was tracing circles on Taehyung's hip as Taehyung traced circles along the back of Yoongi's shoulder.

Yoongi smirked. "Guess you really do have a weakness for dirty talk after all."

Taehyung let out a sharp bark of laughter. "Ah well, so long as it's you I suppose it's okay if you know my one weakness."

"Mmhmm," Yoongi murmured and pulled himself out of Taehyung. He rolled off and onto his back, their fingers brushing between their bodies.

"You're right though," Taehyung mused aloud, watching the ceiling. "It really can be good if you find the right person."

"Hn."

"Guess that means the search will have to continue," Taehyung commented. Yoongi retaliated by slamming a pillow down onto Taehyung's face. Taehyung laughed loudly and pushed it off, glancing at his roommate out of the corner of his eye. Yoongi wore a soft smile. He reached over and brushed Taehyung's bangs out of his eyes. Yoongi looked like he had something he wanted to say. The side of his mouth twitched, and his eyes kept shifting back and forth, but nothing followed. Taehyung got it though and understood. He doubted he could articulate it either. Instead, he laid his hand on Yoongi's chest. Over his heart.

"I know," he said. "I get it."

Yoongi nodded at him, rolled over, and kissed Taehyung on the lips before falling back onto the mattress. "Of all people. I figured you would."

Taehyung grinned.

#bts #kim taehyung #min yoongi #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #taegi #bts taegi #suga #v #taehyung #yoongi #august d #bts smut #bts scenarios #bts scenario

95 notes · View notes