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opaljm · 3 years

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nip it in the bud (m) – kth

➻ female reader x taehyung

➻ going to get a piercing au/completing bucket list au + my brother’s best friend au + tattoo artist!taehyung

➻ genres: smut, romance

➻ length & status: 10k words; complete

➻ rating & warnings: 18+; taehyung has tattoos and piercings, he and his big hands are illegal, tae's oral fixation is entirely out of control, nipple sucking/breast play, semi-public sex (? idk tbh), the pussy eating he does is sloppy and gross, squirting, nasty/messy sex, unprotected sex (wear a condom and be safe kids OR ELSE), riding, creampie, pussy stuffing cuz tae has a big dick (I don’t think you understand it’s GIGANTIC), multiple orgasms

➻ summary: You're not sure how you ended up here, but maybe a shitty ex and a horrible breakup had a hand in what placed you in front of the tattoo parlor. It was already a nerve-wracking experience, but what you never expected was seeing that the owner and artist giving you nipple piercings was your older brother's best friend you hadn't seen in ages. to make things even worse, he got fucking hotter.

➻ a/n: this was born out of a TikTok where I learned that tattoo artists have to make sure your nipples are hard before piercing them and then I yelled at @jamaisjoons, having an existential crisis about how hot that was. She is the one who told me to write about it 😌 and the reason the fic exists. The last time I got piercings was idk 16 years ago (yes I was 7 🥴). I also have zero tattoos so my knowledge of this is minimal I just wanted to write hot Taehyung sex. Hope y’all enjoy this mess regardless. beta-read by @taegularities @hantaev & @chateautae (she helped with the summary too🤩) my favorite tae accounts who have encouraged me so much during this arduous writing process! beta-read and banner made by @softestmuse! You all were there for me for so much during this whole thing and helped so much 🥺

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Were you actually going to do this? Was this really happening?

As you stood in front of the tattoo parlor christened “Inked in Blue & Grey,” by the messily arranged jagged font that laid out the cobalt blue neon letters decorating the shopfront, you almost chickened out.

When you had been scrolling through Yelp late at night two weeks ago, flitting between the stages of depression and bargaining as you made your way through the grief from the breakup between you and your ex, Donghyuk, your eyes had stopped on the highly rated tattoo parlor – 4.9 stars? That was practically unheard of, especially when they had reviews and ratings in the tens of thousands. It hadn’t taken much for you, with eyes hurting from the blue light of your cellphone in the late hours and a head aching from how wine drunk you were, to quickly find the link to their website and sign up for an appointment to get twin nipple piercings. Well, no one ever wanted a singular nipple piercing to your knowledge. But you had no doubt that there were countless people out there who had chickened out from the pain of the first to not follow through with the second one.

You slowly pulled your lower lip with your teeth, softly biting down on the plump flesh as you had your head tilted up towards the intimidatingly bright letters of the parlor’s sign. The last time you had gotten any piercings was in summer camp ten years ago when Yuju had stabbed your ears through with a sewing needle. The needle had been unbearably hot from having been heated by the flame of the fluid lighter she had snuck into camp by tucking it in the black Nike crew socks she had been wearing on drop off day. It had stung you with the quick flashing pain of a burning stab wound.

Yuju had been your last resort to get additional ear piercings which you had thought were so cool after you saw your brother walk into the house one day with several new helix piercings to go along with his lobe ones. You had begged your mother for another set of piercings, tired of having the boring set of two you had. You wouldn’t get them in the cartilage like Jimin had but wanted to add to your lobe. Your mother had vehemently denied your protests and grounded Jimin for sneaking out and getting piercings with his best friend Taehyung.

You had complained about it to your cabin mates, who had seen the scores of tween and teen campers swoon over your brother and his friends who seemed edgy and dangerous. Your friends however were immune to their appeal and knew that they weren’t much more than geeky nerds who carefully hid their embarrassing tastes in both anime and porn. Hearing thirteen-year-old Y/N complain about her plight in the late-night whispers covered by the chirping of crickets that kept the night camp counselors from checking in on your cabin, Yuju had jumped down from her bunk into yours and eagerly offered to help you increase your total number of piercings up to four.

Looking back, you had no idea why you had trusted Yuju’s dubious claims of working at the Claire’s in the mall close to her house for three months. Later on, you found out that it had actually been Yuju’s older sister who had had the nice mall gig. The incident had left you with piercings that kept getting infected until one of them finally closed up, and you were still rocking the asymmetrical ear-piercing look, almost a decade later with one dangly earring threaded with stars on your right ear while a cubic zirconium stud and gold bedazzled moon clipped your left ear. You never saw the point of getting them fixed and had avoided piercings and needles to the best of your abilities until now.

You thought you pulled off the mixed jewelry look pretty well, but your face instantly scrunched up with an unhappy frown when you remembered Donghyuk telling you to wear matching earrings when you went out on dates with him. You bit down on the flesh of your bottom lip harder as you recalled how Donghyuk had constantly berated you and put you down for the entire duration of your three-year long relationship. Your face twisted as though a bitter taste had flooded your mouth when you remembered that your mother had been expecting him to propose to you this year. Why had you begged him for another chance when he callously threw your arms off him as he stomped around the apartment gathering up his things, ignoring your pleas and requests for an explanation until he couldn’t take it anymore? Then Donghyuk had turned around to you, glaring at you with the heat of his hard black-brown eyes, staring you down resentfully from his towering height of 6’2.

“I broke up with you because I’m tired of having such mind-numbingly vanilla sex with a woman who never comes. You’re so boring and honestly, I’m just not attracted to you anymore, Y/N. I thought I could change the meek mousy weirdo. But after three years, it looks like I was wrong,” he had said with a caustic bite to the venomous hate he spewed from his mouth.

Yes. You remembered exactly why you had booked that appointment in the fuzzy high you had gotten from too much wine and “Emily in Paris.” You had been so livid. Of all people, Donghyuk thought you were boring? Unadventurous, and vanilla? You were the one who was always holding yourself back from being too enthusiastic during sex because he could only get off when he was doing you doggy style with his hand covering your mouth in what he thought was his attempt at BDSM in the bedroom.

Your eyes lit up with renewed heat and you found yourself marching forward to the door and swinging it towards you with a powerful pull as you made your way in. Your newfound confidence only lasted until you made your way to the receptionist. There, you found yourself fumbling once more.

“Hi, I’m Park Y/N,” you stammered nervously, “I – uh, I made an appointment for… um nipple piercings,” you whispered the last bit, embarrassedly as your neck straightened and you twisted your head around to make sure no one else had overheard you. “Two weeks ago? I made my piercing appointment a while back,” you finished more confidently.

The receptionist stared at you expressionlessly. “What time is your appointment?” she asked, tucking back a vibrant purple lock of hair behind her ear.

“It’s – it’s the one o’ clock,” you mumbled, clearing your throat uneasily. You had never been in an establishment like this before and dressed in your oversized sage colored waffle knit sweater and a pair of charcoal gray Lululemon leggings you felt wildly out of place.

“Alright Y/N, here are the forms you need to fill out before you do this,” she said easily, plucking out the thick stapled document out of a manila folder. “Just a reminder, this is a semi-permanent body modification and this will close up rather quickly if you go without wearing jewelry for too long. There are pages on your medical history and if you have any allergies on the front. Prices and payment information are on the pages following that. The documents explaining the procedure and aftercare are at the end. We’ll send you home with a list of instructions on how to care for your new piercings after your appointment ends as well.”

You blinked, overwhelmed by the staggering amount of information she had just thrown your way. As you sat down at the oatmeal colored sherpa sofa at the reception and read through all the health risks and warnings, making sure you were taking in all of the information, carefully signing all the lines and checking off all the boxes, you wondered if you were in over your head.

Technically, it wasn’t too late for you to turn your back on this. You would lose your deposit, but you could still walk away – pain free. What would Jimin do if he found out that you had gotten your nipples pierced? Probably murder you, based on how he had reamed you and Yuju out after your ears had gotten infected from swimming in the lake the camp had been located next to. But would you really let your overbearing annoying older brother control you even now when you were 23? And how would Jimin even know about you getting these very intimate piercings?

You only saw him a few times a year. There was no way Jimin would be finding out about this, nipples were more discreet than ears and you couldn’t even remember the last time you had been around your brother in clothing that would even hint that you had boobs, much less nipples. Jimin had only ever seen you in oversized T-shirts, flannel pajama bottoms or baggy sweats, and giant zip-up hoodies when he had the fortune of being in your company. No wonder he sometimes forgot you were a girl.

Once you finished up the paperwork, you made your way back to the girl at the front desk with the clipboard. Placing it down on the counter, you took out your credit card to pay up front, with your id card beside it as verification on top of the terrazzo surface, but she shook her head, “You pay at the end for the piercings and the jewelry you pick. Personally, I prefer nipple clickers,” she said wryly, twisting her lips into a smirk.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you mumbled as you watched her stand up and come around to you.

“Follow me, I’ll take you to the private room we have for the more intimate tattoos and piercings. There’s only one artist in today but he should be finishing up with his other client soon. You’ll probably only have to wait 5 to 10 minutes for V,” she threw her words over her shoulder carelessly as she guided you through the narrow hallway.

When she closed the door behind you and left you alone in the room, you felt rather like you were at the doctor’s waiting for your gynecologist to come in and the panic quickly set in once again. Should you have your shirt off and be ready for the piercing? Or would the tattoo artist be freaked out if he was instantly assaulted with the image of your breasts the second he opened the door? Should you sit up on the wide leather covered table or continue to stand while staring awkwardly at the door waiting for the artist to walk in?

As you looked around the small room, your eyes caught on the artwork decorating the walls. They were on white backgrounds that were framed and looked like post-impressionist portraits. The color scheme stuck to black and the primary colors, while the faces had the boldest of expressions painted over them. Extraordinary, you thought, as the door opened behind you.

“Hi, I’m V. I'll be the artist who is piercing you today. I see you’ve signed up for two nipple piercings?” A deep sensual voice flooded into the room, making you shudder involuntarily.

You turned back and saw a male looking down at the clipboard with the forms you had filled out, his face was half covered by an indigo face mask dotted with silver embroidered stars while the other half was concealed by the soft looking black waves that were flowing forward as his bangs swept over his forehead and obscured his eyes.

“Yes, that’s right,” you nervously tittered, “Should I– should I take off my top?”

“Mmhmm,” he murmured, his eyes quickly sweeping over you, barely looking at you, as he continued on professionally, “Could you also take off your bra and tie back your hair before sitting up on the table?”

V turned around to the cabinets to get out the clamps and needles he would need to pierce you. As he bustled around gathering purple latex gloves and alcohol wipes, he asked in his soothing husky voice, “So what type of jewelry are we thinking? Titanium straight barbells? White gold hoops?”

“Which one is better?” you asked, shuddering in the air-conditioned room as your arms prickled up with goosebumps and you wrapped your arms around your naked upper half.

“Most people get the straight barbells; they find them to be the most comfortable,” V said as he tinkered around with the selection of nipple rings, “Titanium is hypoallergenic so it’s a really good metal choice. If you’re more sensitive to metals I would probably recommend gold but that’s a little more expensive. Any special closures you’re looking for? Star attachments at the end? Moons?”

“Just the basic white gold straight barbells with the star ends,” you muttered quietly. You’d worry about getting more decorative adornments for your nipples when they fully healed from the piercings and you were more accustomed to them. For now, the cute stars at the ends, instead of spherical stoppers, would be enough.

V readied everything on a small table with wheels that he pushed to one side of where you were sitting. As he pulled his gloves on, he said, “I’m going to clean your nipples and then I'll flick them to make sure they are erect enough that I can comfortably clamp them and pierce the needle through them, okay? Let me know if at any moment I am making you feel uncomfortable, sound good?”

You hummed your assent and V finally looked up from his equipment, an alcohol wipe in his hand as he reached forward for your left breast. Before he made contact however, his eyes met yours.

“Y/N?” he yelped in shock, his large gloved fingers brushing against your nipple for the briefest of moments in his shock before he recovered and recoiled from you as though he had been struck.

Your brows furrowed as you confusedly inquired, “Taehyung?”

The two of you stared at each other in shock. The male who was standing in front of you with the Van Gogh-esque vines and branches wrapping their way up his right arm and covering his throat surely could not be the Kim Taehyung you had grown up with. This could not be your brother Jimin’s childhood best friend. This could not be the former bane of your existence.

“Yes,” breathed Taehyung, still gaping at you with his mouth wide open from behind his mask, not that you could see. You noted that he respectively maintained eye contact with you the entire time, not letting his eyes dip below your gaze. Shrugging on your muted green sweater you glared at him. The second you were covered, Taehyung gazed upwards to the rafters and murmured a not so silent prayer much to your displeasure.

“Y/N why are you getting your– ” Taehyung stopped, obviously struggling with how to word his question while not wanting to talk about his best friend’s younger sister’s nipples. “Why are you getting more piercings?” he said instead with what you thought was highly misplaced affront. “Remember when you almost died because of Yuju in eighth grade?”

Taehyung was so dramatic. You glared at him, crossing your arms over your chest, noting with satisfaction that a red flush was spreading across his golden skin as you held your gaze.

Taehyung had been a junior in high school and the camp counselor assigned to all the cabins in the row yours had been in the same summer Yuju had gone ham with your ears. He had also gotten his ass handed to him when Jimin had found out that instead of making sure the campers were asleep he had been sucking face with Jennie Kim every night.

You scowled, annoyed by how the Taehyung in front of you was a long way away from the gangly nerd with unattractive rectangle framed dad glasses and straight brown hair cut into an unflattering bowl cut that you remembered. Sure, everyone had always talked about how attractive Taehyung had been growing up, but you had never seen it. Taehyung had been a geek who had a penchant for weird outfits with his loose fit/too short culottes, brightly colored oversized crewnecks that were more hole than sweater thanks to his overeager hands when it came to snipping with scissors, and black beat-up converse lows. He had been the furthest thing from what you were into back in the day. However, the man standing in front of you right now? He was almost intimidatingly beautiful. A stunning Adonis, so gorgeous that even Aphrodite had fallen in love.

Taehyung had pulled off his mask and was frowning at you, his petal pink lips pressed thinly together. Your eyes widened when you noticed the glint of silver peeking out between his lips. Taehyung had a piercing on his tongue.

“Are you trying to police my right to have piercings?” you angrily demanded, “You work at a tattoo parlor! You have seven piercings.”

His beautiful dark brows pulled down as his wavy hair swept forward covering one of his eyes again, but he hectically moved his hair away from his face as he looked at you in abrupt alarm, “How could you possibly know that?!”

You froze in confusion, halting your impassioned tirade. Taehyung had seven piercings? You looked at him straight on again, your eyes flitting across his body, scanning him from head to toe. You had known about his five ear piercings. He had gotten them with Jimin when the two of them had still been in high school and you would see Taehyung everyday either at school or your house because of how often he would be over. The only facial piercing he had was his tongue. Where was the seventh? As your gaze drifted down his front, it stopped at his chest. Though you had been thinking about people with only one nipple piercing earlier, you somehow didn’t think Taehyung would be in that crowd.

Your gaze finally stopped awkwardly at his crotch which was concealed by his black jeans. You stilled at the thought of Taehyung having a piercing on his cock and tried to look away quickly after you came to the realization.

Unfortunately for you, Taehyung hadn’t planned on making it easy for you. A large veiny hand palmed at his denim covered crotch. “Are you having dirty thoughts about my dick, Y/N?” murmured Taehyung.

“I’m not!” you protested. “I’m just here for my piercing appointment so get on with it, Taehyung! Treat me like one of your usual customers!”

You grabbed at the bottom of your sweater again and this time, instead of just holding it up above your breasts for Taehyung, you pulled the entire thing off. With your bare chest still heaving, you attempted to straighten your back, meeting Taehyung’s eyes confidently.

Taehyung held your gaze with heat behind his chocolaty brown eyes for long interminable minutes. A sense of understanding seemed to pass between the two of you before he bit his lips and grated, “Fine, Y/N.”

Taehyung went back to the table where he had been preparing his equipment, making sure that he had gathered everything before pushing it along to stand right next to where you were seated. He sat down on a circular stool with wheels and slid towards you, using his feet to propel him forward.

Sighing once he was in front of you, he squirted hand sanitizer on his purple encased hands to make sure they were still clean, though he hadn’t touched anything other than your jewelry to resterilize them after his panicked realization that you were his client. He slowly and thoroughly rubbed his palms together, working the sanitizer in between his fingers, taking as much time as he could to delay the inevitable and then fanned them to dry. You were mesmerized by the size of his hands. They were so big they could probably cover your boobs with room to spare even though you were a rather busty girl yourself. You whimpered a little as you watched him at work.

Taehyung had heard you making that sound but he tried to ignore it. You were making it hard for him to think straight. He had never once thought that one day his dick would fall for Jimin’s crybaby little sister that he had annoyed at every opportunity he had gotten when he was younger. He had been trying to avoid direct eye contact with your uncovered upper half without much success. Your two voluptuous teardrop breasts seemed to be begging for his attention with their perky upturned nipples, hard due to the cold air drafting into the room. And below your breasts was your tiny waist and heavenly hips. You were shaped like the hourglass filled with black sand that he had for decoration in this room.

He had already sterilized the white gold bars that you had wanted, and cleaning them a third time would only make you have an angry outburst again he was sure, but now it was time for him to get your nipples ready. He matter-of-factly ripped open an alcohol wipe, unfolding the drenched white sheet within the packet. It was finally time for him to touch you. He didn’t think he had ever been so unnerved in his life.

Pulling the seat as close to the table that you were on as he comfortably could, he reached out for you. One of his large hands clutched your side, long fingers splayed over your ribs to hold you in place, as his other hand delicately swiped at your nipples with the alcohol wipe. You were frozen like a statue, not even daring to breathe as Taehyung was at work, his face only inches away from your breasts. Too soon, or so you had thought, his hands went away to grab the surgical scrub to further ensure that your nipples were as clean and disinfected as possible before he went to work and actually stabbed your chest to create the piercings.

You sighed as his hands returned to your chest again. Taehyung had moved on from cleaning your skin to etching them with a marker to indicate where your piercings would be. He cupped the underside of one of your breasts with his left hand while his right hand carefully drew blue dots on either side of your nipples that were parallel to each other. He then switched over to your other breast and drew on the dots to replicate what he had marked before as symmetrically as possible.

The scratchiness of the pen tip hardened your nipples even more than they had been and wetness pooled in between your pressed thighs. When he was done his palm was flat against your abdomen, pushing you back, “You’ll want to lie down Y/N just to be cautious. Some people get their piercings done sitting but there is the possibility that you’ll faint so I just want everything to be safe for you.”

As you laid back to rest on top of the butcher paper covering the cool leather of the table, you panicked. Taehyung was really going to do this. He was treating you like a paying customer, which you were, but you found yourself wishing that he wasn’t acting so professionally and had tried harder to dissuade you from getting these piercings, especially since you were having second thoughts about this.

He finally returned to face you again, holding a steel contraption that looked like scissors but the ends were flat with little holes. He had his fingers threaded through the clamps he was going to use to hold your nipple as he pricked through it with a long sterilized needle.

Taehyung sighed, “I’m going to have to flick and touch your nipples a lot. I’m sure you’re aware of that already but it might take a little more finagling than you thought. It might not be a one and done process where the clamps are perfectly on on the first try. Just, tell me if it’s too much or I’m making you uncomfortable and I’ll immediately back off. Okay, Y/N?”

You nodded mutely. You didn’t trust yourself to speak. What if you threw up all over Taehyung the second you opened your mouth?

Taehyung held your right nipple in between his forefinger and thumb, gauging its firmness before determining that it wasn’t erect enough. He flicked it with his finger, and you had to stifle your reaction, the hardness of his nail bed, even through the latex glove, catching you by surprise. Finally, he was ready to use the clamps.

You breathed through your mouth as the metal clamps pinched your delicate mauve areola to hold the bud of your nipple in place. Leaving the equipment dangling from the edge of your breast, Taehyung turned back around to grab the needle he had prepared.

While Taehyung had been focused on the next step, you had managed to further your panicked state and were almost hyperventilating. Your lips were pressed tightly together and your hands had furled themselves into clenched fists that had your fingers digging into the thin white butcher paper beneath you, ripping it as your nails dug tiny indentations into the smooth leather underneath.

Before Taehyung went ahead with the first of your piercings, he glanced at your face, like he did with all his clients to make sure that everything was still going smoothly. What he found had him putting the needle down again. Your face was white with fear and your eyes were filled with liquid.

“Hey,” murmured Taehyung softly, his gloved hand cupping your cheek. “What’s up Y/N? You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

“No!” you protested fiercely.

“Miss Park Y/N,” teased Taehyung, striving to adopt a lighthearted tone, “Come on, is it just nerves? You can tell me. If I know what’s wrong then I can help you fix it. Do you not wanna get these done today?”

You sighed, “Taehyung, it’s just. I don’t know. Why am I even doing this?”

“Hmm,” hummed Taehyung, steepling his fingers, his warm brown eyes glancing at you comfortingly, “A very good question. Why are you doing this? We don’t want you getting a piercing for the wrong reasons. What is it? Have you been down in the dumps and need some change? Well maybe it’ll help you but maybe it won’t and then you’ll end up with far more piercings than you ever thought you would.”

“Is that what happened with you?” you whispered. Now that Taehyung wasn’t actively working on getting your piercings done, you had covered your chest again with your hands cupping your breasts.

“Not exactly,” admitted Taehyung, “Maybe at first when I was getting the piercings with Jimin, but later on as I got more serious about art and creating, it became a way for me to express myself to the world. A way to solidify my character and what I wanted to be known for and associated with. I really had fun once I started adding the tattoos in,” he laughed huskily. His cheeks came with his boxy wide spread grin. You had missed Taehyung. Though granted, he had been annoying for much of your childhood, you’d had a lot of fun with him. You adored Taehyung, you realized belatedly. Though perhaps realizing it while you were topless was not the best time for your epiphany, you thought as blush took over you, blood rushing to the surface of your skin, painting your cheeks, ears, and chest a muted red.

“Will you tell me where the seventh piercing is?” you asked softly, pushing yourself up.

Taehyung stared at you, his gaze going in between your face and your uncovered form, its heat was infectious and made your own skin flush even further in its wake.

“Perhaps,” he agreed, “Although, you’ll have to tell me what pulled you into this studio today, first.”

You pouted, “It’s really dumb.”

“This is a safe place,” Taehyung smirked winningly. He repeatedly raised and lowered his thick, impeccably groomed eyebrows mischievously, “I won’t judge you, Y/N.”

“Yes, you will,” you groaned.

“Yes, I will,” admitted Taehyung easily, the ghost of a smile still painting his lips. “But you’ll tell me anyway, won’t you?”

“Donghyuk broke up with me,” you grumbled, “We were supposed to get married.”

Taehyung blinked, he vaguely remembered a baby faced male that was slightly taller than him with a mushroom cap haircut. He scoffed, “The audacity of some people. You were so far out of his league, it’s insulting that you weren’t the one to end things.”

You smiled weakly at Taehyung’s attempt to cheer you up. “It made my mind go all over the place. I don’t know. Maybe he wasn’t wrong. Maybe I am unadventurous and boring. Maybe I am vanilla.”

“What’s wrong with vanilla?” complained Taehyung, throwing his hands up. His outcry of displeasure loud and clear.

You snorted, your gaze focusing on the length of his fluttering fingers for far too long, “Let’s not pretend you’re not one freaky mofo, Taehyung. But I don’t know, I just wanted to live a little.”

“So?” retorted Taehyung mulishly, “I am a man of diverse tastes. I can appreciate both vanilla and some of the more– experimental stuff.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, “I wanted to get nipple piercings, they're adventurous right? And it’s not because I think that if I do this he’ll get back together with me. But maybe he’s the one who kept me trapped and complacent. Maybe he’s the reason I’m not bold. I just wanted to try something new.”

Taehyung scoffed, “You didn’t have to go to such drastic and permanent measures. You can barely handle the nipple clamp. You would’ve cried and complained the entire month that you had to wait for your nipples to heal. You forget that, I know you. Oh Y/N,” Taehyung suddenly recalled, “You can’t do sexy stuff with your nipples while they heal so how exactly would that have helped you during your kinky adventures?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “You don’t know me that well!”

“No?”

“I’m gonna lose my deposit,” you griped. “This is the worst day of my life.”

“You are so dramatic Y/N,” Taehyung replied, “How can this be the worst day of your life?!” he demanded, “What about the day Donghyun broke up with you and pushed you head first through the five stages of grief?”

“Donghyuk,” you corrected. Taehyung made a face at you, contorting his handsome visage into something that made you let out a loud laugh, visibly showing he did not give one fuck about what your former boyfriend’s name was.

“It’s not a complete loss, Y/N,” Taehyung murmured.

“Why do you say that?” you asked.

Taehyung placed those devilishly sexy and large hands on your waist pulling you closer to the edge of the table to where he was seated besides you. You gasped at how his grasp almost entirely circled your waist until his widespread fingers were millimeters away from meeting each other. “Ever had sex with the owner of a tattoo parlor?” he breathed, his deep voice purposefully gravelly and husky.

“No,” you murmured, hardly daring to believe that Taehyung returned your affections. The long buried feelings from your secret crush on Taehyung all those years ago, erupting once again in your heart.

“You don’t need to get piercings to make it fun, Y/N,” Taehyung tantalized.

“You’ll tell me about the seventh piercing?” you confirmed.

Taehyung barked out a laugh. “I’ll do you one better,” he murmured, “I’ll show you where it is.” He finished off with a rakish wink.

“Can I kiss you?” you asked, hands already moving forward to cup his chiseled cheeks and jaw within their grasp.

“Hold on one second,” Taehyung chuckled, peering at you playfully as he looked up at you from where his face was in between your palms. “I gotta do one thing first.”

Taehyung went to remove the metal clamps from your poor neglected nipple that had gone slightly numb from being within its confines this entire time. “My poor Y/N,” Taehyung softened his tone as he rubbed your breast to bring back the feeling. “I’m sorry for not doing this earlier.”

He ducked his head, his plush lips wrapping around the abused peak as he soothed it with warm wet licks and light suction. You let out a high pitched sound and then choked when the cool metal ball on his tongue slinked against your sore nipple as he twirled his tongue around the flesh. He was uncharacteristically gentle though he was spitting against your breast and spreading the welcome coolness around the hard peak.

You let your hands go up to his head, fingers raking themselves into silky soft black waves, holding him into place while he worshiped your chest. Soon, Taehyung switched over to the other breast, enveloping it in the warm wet heat of his mouth, as well. He was much rougher this time as he didn’t have to be careful. His teeth grazed the hard bud, nipping the nipple lightly as you found yourself letting out endless keens.

“Fuck,” muttered Taehyung finally pulling himself away, “How are you this sensitive and responsive? You would’ve had such a rough time with the aftercare if you had gone through with this.”

You shook your head, ignoring his question. “Taehyung!” you whined instead, “I need you.”

Taehyung scoffed lightly as a pleased smirk marked his lips. He ripped the purple gloves off, flinging them onto the side table.

“Will you let me eat you out, Y/N?” he asked. “I’ve been dreaming of it ever since I saw those snaps on your private story for your 21st birthday.”

Your brows furrowed. For your birthday your friends and you had gone down to Cabo since it was close to spring break. You hadn’t even realized Taehyung was on your private story. Your brother Jimin certainly wasn’t. You had posted everything from videos of you skinny dipping with your friends in the hot tub, to full length mirror selfies of every itty bitty neon colored bikini you had worn on the trip.

“I’ve had fantasies about you too,” you admitted as Taehyung’s hands slid down your waist to hug your hips, fingers digging into your charcoal gray leggings, ready to pull them off.

He looked at you curiously, “Since when? Was I your sexual awakening?” he teased, his cheeks full in his joy. You wanted to bite those bread cheeks but you controlled the impulse.

“Hardly,” you retorted, “I was dreaming about Min Yoongi before I ever thought of you. But he graduated and went away for university. And you had that wavy silver brown hair. You looked so hot in your old school hiphop outfit you’d worn for Halloween senior year.”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes, “I was always hot, Y/N. It’s cute of you to deny it. But wow headbands really do it for you huh? Is that why you ran up to your room when we started watching It? I thought it was because you were scared. Had I known that you were sneaking away to shove your hand in your panties–” he trailed off.

“You would have what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Taehyung hit your hip lightly with his fingers, more tap than slap, making you lift your bottom so that he could drag the dark colored athletic fabric down your legs.

“Why don’t I show you?” Taehyung said.

With your leggings down to one of your ankles, completely off of the other, Taehyung took a hold of your thighs, swinging your legs around so they hung over the side of the platform you were seated on. You were facing him now, but he was so tall that even with the small boost your seat offered, you were eye level with him. He slid back the stool he was on, moving it out of the way. Then he sank to his knees so that his head was at the perfect height for the treasure that laid between your slightly parted thighs.

With his left hand still grasping one of your thighs, he used his other hand to prod at your folds over the drenched fabric of your black seamless panties. His forefinger and middle finger stroked at your opening, hunting for your clit, slipping over the sodden fabric over and over. When you were so wet that his fingers went away, picking up enough evidence of your arousal that a transparent string clung to him before finally breaking off, Taehyung decided to move the panty off to the side, revealing the swollen dripping folds of your cunt to him.

“You’re so pretty, gorgeous,” he sighed, “I want to feast on you.”

His fingers were curiously spreading you even more, parting the furling petals to your entrance, revealing the pretty wet hole to his hot seeking gaze as it desperately clenched around air, wanting something bigger and more substantial to close around.

“Taehyung please,” you pleaded, your fingers knotting into his unruly hair, as you attempted to move his head closer to your cunt.

Taehyung dipped down, his lips pursed at first, almost like he was kissing you down there, but he soon found his pace, tongue wildly thrusting into the hole and gliding over the folds. As he lapped at your entrance, he hummed in pleasure, rejoicing in the sweet poignant taste of you.

As his tongue ran over your folds and the engorged bud of your clit, you shuddered and trembled. It had been so long since someone had eaten you out. You had been broken up with Donghyuk for two months, but it had been even longer since the last time he had gone down on you.

He tongued at you curling the tip of his wet muscle to urge more of your juices into his open mouth. You tasted like heaven, “You’re so fucking sweet,” he furiously growled into you, his baritone sending vibrations through your most sensitive part. “I love your reactions. I could eat you out for hours,” he hissed.

When his teeth nipped at the sensitive bundle of nerves, you cried out his name, babbling senselessly, mad with pleasure. He wrapped his lips around it, sucking tightly at the bud. Your eyes rolled back at the pressure, the stimulation almost unbearable. You felt the prodding of two long fingers invading your entrance even as his lips continued its merciless assault on the swollen bud.

“Taehyung!” you panted. Your fingers were almost digging into his scalp. “I can’t stand this!!”

Your back arched as he scissored his fingers furiously within you. His teeth and tongue were sloppily pursuing their war on your heated and engorged clit.

“That’s it Y/N,” murmured Taehyung huskily, “Give yourself to me.”

His fingers reached deep within you, dragging against your folds that gripped around it like a vise, clenching and unclenching in stuttered movements. He groaned at the tightness, the vibrations of the sound echoing through your opening, your clit fluttering at the stimulus.

“Another finger,” you susurrated, your words chased by loud keens and moans.

“Yeah?” Taehyung breathed out, “You think you can take that? I can barely even move the two I have in you now. Your pussy is clenching around me so much.”

“Want it Tae. Need it,” you babbled, “Need to prep for that big cock you’re hiding.”

Taehyung exhaled loudly through his nose, the gust of air falling over your oversensitized core. “Yeah, you dirty girl? You wanna prep for my fat cock? You need it,” he admitted. “I’m gonna destroy your tight little cunt,” He growled.

With another nip of your clit, this one harsher and more toothy, he stuffed a third finger in you, frantically pumping them and curling them to drag against the taunt muscles of your inner walls. The appendages were stretching you out gloriously. You closed your eyes as you edged head first towards your orgasm. Taehyung’s tongue danced over your folds, stimulating them even further.

He breathed through his nose as he ate you out even more enthusiastically; he had been going at this for a long time but it would be worth it. His cock was a hard and heavy weight against the confines of his constricting dark jeans. You whimpered, lightheaded and overheated as the pressure at your core continued to build. You were stuffed to the brim with his nimble slender fingers pushing savagely in you.

All it took was a swipe of his long tongue over your bud, the metal sphere of his piercing a hard heaviness digging into your clit, as his fingers found your g-spot and hit it brutally, and you let out a shrill scream, immediately gushing like a flooding waterfall. There were black dots in your vision as the edges of your eyes gathered with tears. You panted as you continued to squirt over Taehyung’s trapped fingers, drenching his hand with the evidence of your orgasm then trailing down his wrist.

“Fuck,” swore Taehyung, “You fucking squirted. That’s so hot, gorgeous.”

He reluctantly moved his hand away from you, licking a wide stripe across his palm, tasting your sweetness, still not tired of your delectable release. What he didn’t consume, he wiped against the butcher paper covering where you were seated. You had your hands splayed besides your thighs, needing help to keep yourself upright. Your gaze drifted down to your crotch where the paper was sopping wet, dark, and translucent from where you had squirted all over it.

This was why you never had sex in public; you were already getting a headache at the thought of Taehyung having to clean up and sanitize everything before his next appointment.

“Hey what’s wrong?” asked Taehyung, getting up from his knees. His hand went to his belt, unbuckling the black leather and loosening it around his hips. He undid his button and zipped open his fly, finally freeing his aching hard cock from the confines it had been resisting against.

You stared at his erection, pressing against the band of his underwear. “Is this really okay?” you asked.

“Going soft on me so fast?” Taehyung teased, “Thought you were gonna prove to Dongkyung that you were fun and freaky. I bet he’s never had sex outside of the bedroom.”

“No,” you protested, “I still want to. I just– I just wanted to make sure you were still okay with this.”

“Oh,” murmured Taehyung with a ravenous glint in his eyes, “I’m thrilled about this. I want to destroy you in a way that has you limping after. I want your pussy to have PDD, never wanting another cock.”

“PDD?” you asked, repeating the acronym with confusion heavy in your tone.

“Post-Dicking Depression,” Taehyung clarified with a faux condescending tone. You could hear the laughter in his voice that he tried to keep in.

“I don’t know if I want to have sex with a man who refers to it as me getting dicked down,” you scoffed, wiggling your butt backwards to move away from Taehyung who scowled and quickly moved his hands from his pants to your hips, holding you in place.

“But you want a dicking from me,” he sing-sang, “You used to have fantasies about me.”

“I used to have fantasies about Flynn Rider, that means nothing,” you retorted, your hands placed over his.

He narrowed his eyes, “That says less about me and more about you, gorgeous.”

He palmed his heavy cock through the cotton fabric of his briefs.

“You sure you wanna stop right here, Y/N? Don’t wanna go for another orgasm?”

“I can’t leave you hanging,” you acquiesced easily, “Golden rule of reciprocation and all that.”

“You don’t always have to give back what you get in sex,” Taehyung frowned, “It’s not a business transaction, it’s a group effort. As long as we both enjoy ourselves, you don’t have to worry about me, Y/N.”

“You don’t want to have me?” you asked, suddenly self-conscious, “You seemed really enthusiastic about it earlier.”

“I’m dying to have you, but I only want you if you want me,” Taehyung clarified, his baritone wafting into your ears soothingly.

You smiled up at him, even though you were naked in this room that might have his assistant or coworkers knocking at any moment, even though he was completely dressed while you were not, you still felt comfortable with Taehyung. You put your fingers through the belt loops of his partially opened jeans, dragging it down his hips, over his ass, stopping midway on his thighs. Taehyung watched you, his jaw clenched and his eyes hard with the heat of his lust, thick dark brows furrowed as he bit his lips.

“Please, Tae?” you asked, “I want you. I want the heavy fucking that has me walking side to side afterwards.”

Taehyung snorted, “‘4.5 when I make the bed shake,’ huh.”

“Ariana is a legend,” you gasped, outraged at his little quip, your hands falling from where they had been clutching his ass.

Taehyung just gave you one of his gorgeous boxy smiles that left you breathless before he went to free his fat cock from the cotton confines of his underwear. His cock bounced once it was free from its bounds, his length even more thick and imposing than you had imagined when you were sixteen, slipping your fingers down your throat and choking on them, pretending they were his dick instead.

It was impressively girthy and you knew your fingers wouldn’t be able to wrap around it and touch at the ends. The mushroom head was flushed burgundy. The seventh piercing winked at you, a curved steel barbell turned towards you as a part of his king’s crown piercing that was threaded through his head, running along the ridge of his shaft. Your mouth watered - the tip of his cock was glistening with precum and you wanted to whirl your tongue around its bulbous head like it was the tastiest lollipop.

“Taehyung,” you pleaded, your fingers going towards his crotch.

Taehyung gently slapped your hands away.

“Uh uh,” he chastised. “Behave, gorgeous.”

You spread your thighs apart, knees up and feet flat in front of you as you sat up with your hands wrapped around your calves, holding your legs open. Taehyung took hold of the meaty softness of your right thigh and pulled you towards him, settling in between you, his cock bouncing lightly, the tip brushing against your entrance as he used his hands to pull your legs around him. Your hands let go and fell backwards and you splayed your fingers and palms behind you to balance your weight as Taehyung carefully situated your lower half, pulling your hips up to be aligned with his so that he could easily slip in and out of you.

He slapped your flushed and swollen cunt with his cock, the proof of your orgasm mixing with his precum. After a few slaps, he finally began to guide his shaft into you. For a moment there you didn’t think the fat bulbous head would be able to breach your entrance even with how wet you were as your tight glistening hole protested around it, but a firm push later he was sheathed.

“You like that, gorgeous?” he growled, “You feel that? You’re gonna wring me dry when I cum inside, aren’t you? Gonna creampie this fucking pussy. Have your beat up cunt leaking my cum for hours.”

You whimpered as your mouth sought Taehyung’s lips but couldn’t. Instead you found your tongue licking up a line up the bare expanse of his neck, tracing the lines of his tattoos, your lips following their path, leaving bruising kisses and kittenish bites. He moaned and his head ducked down, moving his throat away from you so that you could finally kiss him. At first your tongues twirled around each other, but Taehyung was a messy kisser. His teeth were soon nipping at your lips and his tongue was thrusting in your mouth, licking the insides of your cheeks, the roof of your mouth, not letting you pull away to breath and leaving you lightheaded.

Taehyung slowly pushed himself in and out, not going more than an inch or two within you, giving you time to get used to the fullness. He was so thick, your walls were clamping around his girthy length like a vise and he was struggling to move, but the movement he was able to make had you keening and whimpering as the round ends of his piercing jewelry dragged against the ridged muscles of your walls, making them spasm uncontrollably at the feeling.

As you grew wetter and wetter, your desperation increasing exponentially, Taehyung found himself getting lost at the sensations, thrusting faster and more erratically until his control was so frayed that he could no longer hold himself back. He slammed into you, the thick heaviness of his cock stealing your breath away as he was impaled within you. You tried to catch your breath but he continued to jerk inside you, the piercing hitting your g-spot and making you scream as white spots appeared in your vision.

His pace then grew progressively more frantic and Taehyung found himself holding you up with his sheer strength which left you breathless at the display of power; you were no longer on the table, he was fucking you standing up. Your legs were wrapped around his hips and your head was at the side of his face, pressing kisses against his jaw and nibbling up to his ear. Your moans were an echoing throaty vocalization in his ears, making them burn as a pool of lust gathered in his gut and made his abdomen tighten. Meanwhile, your hands were flitting across the expanse of his back, under his shirt, leaving long scratch marks in their wake as your nails dug into his skin every time Taehyung thrusted a little too hard, his fingers pinched your clit, or his piercing found that glorious g-spot.

“God, Tae,” you panted. You could feel him so deep inside you that as you glanced down you saw that your tummy was bulging a little bit and you had to wonder if it was because of him. You pressed down on your stomach experimentally and then you both gasped as your walls clenched tightly around him, rhythmically pulsating around the entire length of his shaft, keeping him connected to you.

Taehyung hadn’t forgotten your tiny clit, although it was swollen and not as little now. He thumbed at the responsive bundle of nerves; the pressure from his finger had you on overdrive, hyper aware and feeling like you might go ballistic at any moment. Your mewls were like music to his ears and propelled him forward, making him plunge into you so violently. You were bouncing on his length, your legs loosening slightly around his hips from the force that came with every time he rammed into you.

For your safety, he lowered you down to the table you had been sitting on earlier, making your back flat against it as he had one hand by your head holding him up, keeping himself from crashing into you, and one hand wrapped around your hip, snapping it up to meet his every thrust. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper and he found himself slowing down to enjoy the feeling of your folds fluttering around his shaft as he dragged it through your walls deliberately, penetrating you acutely.

He was holding himself back, he didn’t want this moment to end but at your surprised cry when one of those thrusts hit your g-spot particularly hard, you suddenly gushed like a broken faucet around him, and then clenched his cock tighter than you had ever before, even as the stream of cum cascaded all around his shaft. He grunted before following you in your wake, the heat of his own release leaking out of his tip and mixing with yours.

Somehow Taehyung was still hard around you, you noticed with surprise as your legs fell with no strength left in them, no longer making your body cling to Taehyung’s. You stared at him in confusion, your eyes wordlessly saying, What now?

Taehyung licked his lips, his familiar grin appearing sheepishly. “Ride me, gorgeous,” he dictated.

He hadn’t let you remove his cock from inside your pussy and he picked you up, holding you beneath your thighs, his fingers brushing against the cleft of your ass as he moved you two around so that he was now seated with you on top of him.

One of your hands fluttered against his chest as you got used to sitting on him, the other was holding onto his shoulder. You inhaled deeply, your hands going up to stop his head from moving so that you could kiss him punishingly, neither of you parting to breath for long interminable moments. His fingers threaded through your hair that had long since fallen out of its bun, holding you in place, so that his lips could chase yours easily every time you tried to break apart from him.

He helped you with the first move, his hands gripping your hips and his long fingers dimpling into your skin as he moved you up, almost entirely off his cock that dragged enticingly along your folds as it slipped away, before slamming you back on his lap with enough force to have your teeth knocking against each other.

You braced yourself with your palms on his chest, fingers curving over the broad length of his shoulders, slowly lifting yourself away from his dick before quickly and forcefully bringing your ass down, reluctant to let him withdraw completely. Each time you brought yourself back onto his cock, Taehyung snapped his hips up, impaling you with his thick impressive length. His fingers were bruising into your hips with how hard he was holding you in place.

Your movements were erratic and feverish, following no rhyme or reason, only seeking fullness and release. He had you writhing on top of him wantonly as your hips swiveled to meet each snap of his, until his cock was hitting you again and again vigorously. But it wasn’t enough; he wanted to give you more. So Taehyung found himself squeezing two fingers into you alongside his cock, filling you even more than you had thought was possible, bordering on the side of painful. His palm was positioned up so that it was pressed against your clit. And with every bounce and jerk on top of him that had his cock and fingers moving deeper within you, his palm pressed against your puffy bud stimulating you endlessly.

You screamed as you sprayed around Taehyung, coming again. As you writhed against Taehyung’s body, his arms kept you wrapped in his embrace, keeping you from injuring yourself, pulling any muscles accidentally. Your cunt was reluctant to release its grip on Taehyung’s cock, holding onto him tightly, and he found himself grabbing your hand, borrowing it for a second to have you squeeze his balls. And then Taehyung felt himself cum for the second time that day. He shuddered into your chest as his balls emptied themselves, getting lighter as streams of his warm cum shot into you, painting your insides with lines of white.

You mewled at the feeling, wiggling on top of Taehyung in discomfort. He chuckled huskily, an airy yet throaty sound. Carefully, he withdrew from you, using one of his hands to keep the cum from pouring out from between your legs, his palm against your entrance keeping the hot liquid trapped inside you. After a moment he moved his palm away so that his fingers could play around in your folds, pushing the cum into every divot and crevice, the pads of his fingers massaging it in and then his fingers went back inside you, swirling the cum around your hole with his fingers messily. You let him play around, rubbing his mark into you even though it was fucking filthy and gross, but when his fingers brushed too close to your battered clit, your inner thighs spasmed with your muscles jumping, you found your hand frantically pulling at his wrists attempting to pull him away from your exhausted and overworked pussy.

“Taehyung, stop!” you whined.

He glanced back at you sheepishly. “Sorry,” he murmured, an apologetic tone painting his words, “I got distracted.”

You snorted, “Yeah, you did.”

Taehyung pulled you off his lap and sat you down beside him, from in between your parted thighs, your pussy leaked out the mixture of both of your cum out onto the ripped and mangled butcher paper that looked as though it had gone through the wringer. Taehyung stood up to grab a bundle of paper towels from his work station and came back with them, bending down in front of you and starting to clean you up. Once he was done, he looked back up at you.

“I’ll give you back your deposit, Y/N. Don’t get the piercings today, okay?” he said, “And when you finally feel like you’re ready to modify your body for the right reasons, you can come back here and I’ll do it for free. A piercing, a tattoo, whatever the case. Just– just don’t think you have to change for a man. You are perfect as long as you like who you are.”

Your eyebrows dipped down in confusion as Taehyung stumbled over his words, painstakingly attempting to make sure that you understood him and realized that he liked you and you should like yourself too because you were perfect and no man was worthy enough to make you change.

“Why for free, Taehyung?” you asked instead, uncomfortable at his sincerity.

Taehyung smiled nervously, “Well if you’re dating the owner, it’s the least I can do. Don’t you think so?”

“Who says we’re dating?” you teased, pulling him closer to you, making him stand between your legs.

Taehyung pouted and then huffily said, “Fine, have it your way. See if anyone in the Tri-State area takes you as a client then. I’m getting you blacklisted from everywhere so Jimin doesn’t kill me when he finds out you want to look like Post Malone.”

“Post Malone?” you questioned, laughing uncontrollably. “Taehyung, why would you offer to help me if Jimin would kill you instead of those other tattoo artists?”

“Girlfriends hold more weight than best friends,” he said mulishly, slumping forward and resting his forehead against your sternum.

“Yeah?” you asked, quilting your fingers through his hair, scratching at his head comfortingly.

“I’m also in love with you,” Taehyung confessed, turning his head so his ear rested against your chest. He could hear your heartbeat, you realized with a panic, and how it stuttered at his reveal. But his arms had slowly wrapped themselves around your form and you couldn’t find it within you to push him away.

“Really?” you asked needily, needing the confirmation.

He hummed, “I would do anything for you.”

“I think I’ve been in love with you too,” you admitted as well. You suddenly shoved against him. “It was you,” you accused.

“Hmm,” muttered Taehyung, instantly knowing what you had meant, “I can’t help it if I’m beautiful and you kept fantasizing about me while dating Dongbyun.”

“Tae!”

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something about us; namjikook | i.

pairing: jungkook x namjoon (namkook), jungkook x jimin (jikook) rating: 18+ genre/aus: romcom, friends to lovers, slice of life (?), college student!jungkook, drug dealer!namjoon, pastor son!jimin (featuring fuckboy roomie!taehyung) warnings: graphic depictions of recreational drug use (it’s weed tho), mentions of other illicit drugs in passing, existential crisis type of convos (not sure if this needs a warning but in case if y’all end up disassociating), koo is also coming out too so it’s A Lot

summary: very upright christian boy jeon jungkook decided to do his roommate kim taehyung a favor by stopping by his plug’s house to get his usual shit.

little did he know that taehyung’s plug was fucking hot.

notes: ya girl can write ship fics too!!! kind of based on real events that has either happened to me as a gay person or my gay friends. lowkey a luv letter to my old closeted self. i hope after this fic, y’all would find comfort in yourselves. 🫂

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CHAPTERS:

i. ✩

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Jeon Jungkook, for as long as he could remember, grew up devoutly Christian. He was sheltered by his helicopter parents, who in turn, gave him all opportunities that they felt were the best for their son considering that they had a rebellious older one just “wasting his time away”. He was that kid in school who had to go to Bible school every Saturday and service every Sunday while his friends went out and partied, that kid who volunteered to be the leader of every Christian bootcamp possible. After years of being a camp counselor, Jungkook was this close to going through the minister program himself at the age of twenty-one, but his parents pushed him to go to university just to explore other options. And so, he chose social work.

Of course, the Lord had other plans for Jungkook.

His little bubble popped, and Jeon Jungkook found himself having the worst existential crisis and culture shock known to man when he started his collegiate career at a prestigious state university, surrounded by hot people making stupid decisions on the regular. His strategy navigating through college life was about as successful as using a fork to eat soup: not effective.

There was wild shit happening everywhere he went, and unlike Christian boot camp where the counselors will make sure one strays away from it and into the Light of the Lord, there was none of that parental control business going on. Poor Jungkook was thrown into the wolves the first day on campus as he was promptly invited to go to a frat party that night, only to be met at the house entrance of a freshman snorting a whole thick line of cocaine. Another step into the party revealed a young man stumbling past him, asking for some poppers before giving him a suggestive wink and very prolonged and unneccesary brush past his shoulders. What poppers was is something Jungkook has yet to figure out, and he didn’t want to know.

It was around that time in his freshman year of college when he met someone: the impressionable Kim Taehyung.

Kim Taehyung was everything that Jungkook was not. He smoked marijuana on the daily throughout his high school years and was a proclaimed stoner. Everyone could depend on Taehyung to come in clutch with a joint or a vape pen at any function, just baked out of his little mind. He was a huge fuckboy as well, earning a reputation that preceded him amongst the sorority girls and even the guys (straight or otherwise). No one would admit it if they were asked upfront, but everyone wanted a piece of him and he fucking loved it.

When the two ended up being dorm mates, it was like oil and water. Jungkook couldn’t stand Taehyung’s loud as fuck EDM music (and one time when he asked Taehyung to switch it, the man scoffed and jeered, “What you want me to do, play some hymns or some shit? Fuck off, dude.”), nor was he able to digest half of the conversations Taehyung had with his other fuckboy friends. Jungkook hated the guy and had requested to change roommates months ago, only for the staff to just completely ignore his request.

Taehyung, on the other hand, loved messing with his new dorm mate. There was something deeply and psychologically fucked up about how he wanted to taint this man the best way he knew how, but he refrained. He wasn’t a complete asshole, after all, and knew when to set boundaries. He wasn’t that messy, but if he ever got the chance, he would soil him.

The two college students were set on the belief that they would never ever get along, until one day…one fantastical Wednesday night, something incredible happened.

It was any other regular Wednesday evening, but this night the campus was teeming with late night activity. It was the week before spring semester drew to a close, and as people finished up their finals, Jungkook was of course, diligently in his room finishing up a paper that was due in roughly a couple of hours. Spreading his sociology books and notes all over the top bunk, Jungkook was hyper fixated on his work with his MacBook Pro sitting on his lap, writing about the pitfalls of late-stage capitalism. He was less than a hundred words away from finishing when his curly haired roommate burst into the room via kicking the door open with one foot, followed by his entrance was the now familiar scent of marijuana. They met each other’s gaze for a split second before Jungkook rolled his eyes, going back into his paper.

Taehyung scratched his head before shaking it, tsking.

“Bruh, it’s fucking 4/20,” Taehyung noted as he saundered his way onto the bottom bunk bed, plopping loudly onto it. The impact made the mattress elicit a distinct squeak that Jungkook became accustomed to sooner than he would have liked (Taehyung would often nights bring “guests” over, much to Jungkook’s dismay). With a smirk painted on his lips, Taehyung continued, “You shouldn’t be doing schoolwork on the Lord’s Day.”

Jungkook’s right eye twitched. Taehyung knew mocking his devout religious beliefs always annoyed the hell out of Jungkook, but after a while, the Christian schoolboy graduate learned how to pick his battles. He also started to miss a few services here and there due to his busy student life, but they were genuine.

For now, anyway.

“I got a paper due and no, I’m not interested in smoking anything from that gross pipe of yours,” Jungkook fired back, rolling his eyes as he typed away on his MacBook.

Taehyung shrunk a bit in embarrassment as he glanced over at his dick-shaped glass pipe pathetically leaning on the side of his bedside table. It was filled with charred weed and other gunk. He told himself weeks ago to get some rubbing alcohol and peroxide to clean it out, but he kept forgetting.

“Dude, fuck off, okay?” Taehyung folded one leg up to his chin to sit in a 4 shape as he continued to chew his gum, popping it loudly enough for his roommate to get irritated about it. “I don’t got time to clean shit because I’m too busy.”

Jungkook looked up from his laptop for a split second. He had the perfect comeback, and he was 100% going to use it.

“I don’t think eating two bags of Doritos and jerking off are actual legitimate errands,” he laughed to himself. Nailed it.

Taehyung clenched his jaw before popping his gum again.

“Fuck off.”

“Not out of wedlock,” Jungkook chuckled to himself, half-jokingly and half-serious at the same time.

They fell into a blissful lull in conversation, the only sound being Jungkook typing away at his keyboard and Taehyung’s obnoxious gum chewing. It didn’t take long before Jungkook finished his paper (it was flawless if he did say so himself). He submitted it, feeling proud, only for his good mood to plummet when Taehyung began to speak once more.

“So uh. I’m in a situation.”

Jungkook groaned, closing his laptop before he made his way down to the dorm floor.

“You got a girl pregnant again?” he deadpanned.

“No, you fucking asshole,” Taehyung rebutted, pulling himself up and crossing his legs together while holding his phone in both of his hands. “I need to do a weed pickup in twenty, but I got that stupid fucking group project thing right now.”

Jungkook’s shoulders moved up slowly in a shrug as he extended his hands out a bit.

“Why don’t you reschedule your pickup?”

Taehyung laughed. Actually, he cackled. It kind of scared Jungkook a little and he backed away slowly, wondering if his roommate had suddenly gone insane.

“Bruh, this isn’t just any pickup. It’s from Joon.”

“Joon?”

“Joon. Motherfucker got the top shelf shit.”

Jungkook stared blankly at his dorm mate as Taehyung rolled his eyes. What is there to expect from Jungkook truly? The man lived in a bubble his whole life and to him, all of this was pure gibberish. It had been cute at first, but now it was kind of depressing to see every single waking day.

“You’re not gonna get it…” Taehyung tapped away on his phone as he slowly stood up from his bed. “Fuck, how am I gonna pull this off?”

There was a moment of silence between the two of them before something brilliant came to Kim Taehyung’s mind.

“Can you pick it up for me, man? I’ll pay you thirty bucks.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. Thirty bucks for a pickup? Is he serious? Taehyung was clearly desperate, and there must be something about this weed that he needed it badly. Did Jungkook understand it? Not at all. Christian Boy has never even touched the magical herb before with his bare hands, let alone had the desire to smoke it.

But what he knew for sure was that Taehyung would do anything, and like a sleazy car salesman, he added a market adjustment to his offer.

“Nah, give me fifty.”

“Ey, don’t be an asshole,” Taehyung clicked his tongue, licking his lips. He put his hands on his hips in thought as he did some silent calculations in his head. His phone continued to ring for his attention once more. He was late to his project group meeting, and he had no time left to negotiate.

Damn, is this weed that good? Jungkook thought. Thought all of it was the same.

The curly haired man sighed in resignation, putting his phone into his pocket.

“Fine, I’ll Venmo you.”

Nailed it again.

And so, Jungkook found himself donning a dark grey oversized hoodie, basketball shorts, and Gucci slides before leaving the room. Taehyung gave him very specific instructions to meet this Joon guy, and boy, by the way he described this soon-to-be interaction was like meeting with El Chapo in Jungkook’s little semi-corrupted mind.

The bite of the cold April air immediately brought a flush to his cheeks and the tip of his nose as his slides skidded through the pavement. He made to his location in no time, which was on the other side of campus near the main quad by the fountain. The dim street lights flickered but illuminated just enough for him to see where he was going, but not enough to fully articulate the shadows that were passing him by. To be fair, he was also blind as a bat, and in the midst of being excited over finessing fifty bucks for some stupid weed, he forgot to put on his prescription glasses to help him see better in the dark.

Now, Taehyung didn’t necessarily go into a lot of detail as to what this man looked like, but Jungkook was making his own conjectures: probably some scrawny and short guy in his mid thirties with at least two tattoo sleeves and ear plugs. Or alternatively, some geezer who was way too old to be hanging around campus with some college freshmen. The light sound of the recycled fountain water falling behind him calmed Jungkook down from his fears of being abducted and sold as a sex slave, something that was drilled into him as a child.

What he didn’t know was about to hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Yo, you Jungkook?” A voice called from behind him.

Jungkook turned around.

Holy shit.

What happened next to Jungkook was something he could not explain at that moment in time and still has yet to process even after the fact. As mentioned earlier, he was going through some serious shit as it was, adjusting roughly to college life. One of the other things he was grappling with was his long-standing fascination of male bodies, and particularly, taller older men. Before, it was to compare himself to them as he would flex his muscles to see if it was remotely close to the most well-toned dude at the gym. Everybody compares their bodies to others as a way to better themselves so it was natural for him.

Then, it became an appreciation of aesthetics where it was like, “Nice body, dude,” followed by a rather awkward high-five. If the guy was unapproachable or deep in the middle of a set, Jungkook would just blankly stare, watching the muscles jiggled before settling into their places. He would look away clumsily as these men would look over his way, whistling along to a song playing on the gym radio or talking to himself. It would not take long for men to start noticing his elongated gawking, and as they moved further away from him, Jungkook’s cheeks and nose would turn a rosy pink out of discomfiture.

Recently, as he did his daily workouts at the university gym, he found himself staring at other guys’ asses for a bit too long. After years of doing that subconsciously, he began to think to himself…

Am I a little gay?

Now, he wasn’t a homophobe by any means, nor was he completely closed off to the idea of him being gay. His parents were accepting to the extent that they could as the days where Asian parents being blatantly and aggressively homophobic passed. For fuck’s sake, it was 2022. Jungkook was, at best, just inept at figuring out his own sexual orientation as all of that was not taught to him in a private high school setting or in Bible class. All he learned was being gay was okay and that God was okay with the gays.

In fact, the church he frequents is perhaps one of the most open and diverse congregations out there, a rarity in and of its own. The pastor’s son was publicly gay and the church accepted him as he was, much to his surprise. Jungkook was close friends with that son, Park Jimin, as they’ve known each other for over a decade.

Jimin was his favorite guy in the world. Unfortunately, Jimin is not the brightest tool in the toolbox so he had no chance to go to the same school as Jungkook, but he did end up going to the community college a couple of miles away from the university majoring in, you guessed it, dance. The close proximity allowed them to meet up before going to Sunday service at a church nearby. It was not the same of course, but the two went anyway to ensure their connection with God was intact.

Of course, with the homosexual tendencies between these two men, it would be natural to wonder if there’s anything going on. It would be defaming to say that Jungkook and Jimin have hooked up, but it would be a straight up lie to say that Jungkook and Jimin did nothing together. Yes, they did watch porn together and, Lord forgive him, they may have mutually and consensually jerked off next to each other one time during one of those camping trips (since it always happens like that). But Jungkook swore he was only ever watching the girl getting pounded while Jimin was watching the man pounding her. That’s not gay, is it? It’s just bros being bros, respectfully.

Back to Joon.

Well, how does one describe Joon?

Tall. Six feet at least, a towering height over Jungkook himself.

Older. Joon was clearly older than him, but only by a few years compared to the ten to twenty years he was expecting at first.

He was adorned in a black leather jacket, a plain white tee and some dark wash jeans and black CDG Converse. The muscular man was wearing other designer items from what Jungkook could tell, which wasn’t entirely shocking. After all, this man probably made so much money he could shit it out. The clothes fitted him extremely well, accentuating his mile-wide built shoulders and for almost no reason other than really good genetics. He was a bit dark-skinned, but more so sun-kissed at best with platinum blonde hair styled back to be tucked in a grey beanie. He stood in front of Jungkook with absolute conviction and confidence as he extended his hand out for a handshake with the cheekiest of smiles, dimples present.

He was not what Jungkook was expecting to see, but it was something he needed to see.

The man was, in Jungkook’s little Christian doe eyes, very goddamn attractive.

And he was feeling some type of way about it.

“Uh, yeah…” Jungkook said dumbly. It was like a fist had wrapped around his vocal chords and squeezed, preventing him from saying something more profound. He felt wickedly small next to Joon and as he stared into this man’s large veiny hands, he stuck out his own to shake it, only to be greeted with a very firm handshake. That alone knocked the wind out of his lungs a little. It was then he wondered why Taehyung really wanted weed from this man, and if his looks had anything to do with it.

“Cool,” Joon replied with his deep voice. It led to Jungkook’s cheeks flushing a little as he hoped to God the man didn’t pick it up. As Joon passed the infamous and suspicious brown lunch bag over to Jungkook, he began to rant about Taehyung, much to Jungkook’s delight. “Motherfucker is trying it. I told him I don’t like it when people don’t show up, and he sends someone else over to me anyways.”

Jungkook accepted the bag a little too excitedly, gripping the bag and the contents of said bag in his hands tightly. As the freshly cut marijuana crunched lightly along with the brown paper, Jungkook could not stop staring at Joon while he spent the next five minutes complaining about his dorm mate, and he knew it was getting weird for him. There’s no way he doesn’t feel that way, Jungkook convinced himself. Every dude knows about my staring problem and he’s gonna figure it out quick and it’s gonna be that whole shit again where I just weird every guy out with my damn stares like what the hell is wrong with m—

“Like, I don’t mind driving far out for this fool, but like, can he give me a bit of his time though?” Joon concluded, heaving a big sigh. He had a cool swagger to his voice that Jungkook could not get enough of and he wanted to hear the man talk for days or forever if possible. His incredibly large chest rose and fell, and of course, Jungkook was hyper aware of every millisecond of it. Jungkook was under his spell at this point, only nodding to give off the impression that he was following what he said the whole time and not uh, stare at him like he’s a member of BTS.

“Yeaaaaah…” was all he could say again. Jesus fuck, can you sound any more of a stupid bitch? Get yourself together! “Uh…” Jungkook stupidly looked at the bag in his hand. “Do I…pay for this, or…”

Joon shook his head, lifting up his phone at Jungkook’s eye level to show a public Venmo payment from the missing guy himself. Addressed to “Kim Namjoon” or “@rkive”, it was a transaction of $50 with the note: “for my baby daddy 👨🏼‍🍼”.

Very on brand of Taehyung, and it made Jungkook gag a little.

“Anyway…” Namjoon put his phone away in his back pocket before doing a quick one second half-wave and turning around. Boy was his back muscles stretching the hell out of that jacket. “Tell that fucker to get his shit together. I’m not gonna accept this shit again unless he wants to pay more.”

“Will do,” Jungkook said feebly, waving back aggressively. He was not slick at all as Namjoon’s eyebrow lifted in confusion, sending him into a spiral. This was the worst day of his life. He’s so ruined.

Namjoon bid farewell with a cool “Ciao” and a peace sign, heading back into the shadows again. As Jungkook’s breath steadied after he held it out of nervousness, he lifted the little bag of marijuana up to his eyes before looking back to where Namjoon had stood. There was a ping from his phone perhaps from Taehyung to ask if the pickup went well, but Jungkook was too busy putting two and two together about that one creeping suspicion about himself that has been screaming at his face for years.

I’m gay, aren’t I?

Jungkook gulped.

“Fuck me.”

end of i.

#namkook #jikook #jungkook #namjoon #jimin #bts scenarios #bts fics #jungkook scenarios #namjoon scenarios #jimin scenarios #writing #mine #i am gay and i’m gonna write a good fic abt being gay!!!!#stuck with u did so well pls support this chaotic gay mess pls

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autobotmedic · 2 years

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Toy Story AU :3c

5+ hcs for an au

I will just go ahead and link to this toy review so y’all can see Many Pictures of him. He has ball joints, transforms into a rolling ambulance, overall has considerable mobility and decent design. I considered taking pictures of the one I have but eh, this was less time consuming, and there’s more pictures here than I would have taken and uploaded myself.

Well he has to have an existential crisis for a bit after first being opened, because the transition from believing yourself to be a massive alien robot of ancient age to learning and accepting you are actually a recently manufactured human’s toy is rough. He is not impressed to have plastic surgical blades either. What good is that???

Nevertheless, logic and evidence could not be denied. Also, he did at least have the familiarity of joining other tf.p toys from the time, as he was a later addition to the teenager’s favorites. They sat nicely on a shelf and served for occasional drawing references, he was not an unfortunate victim to a small child that would not take proper care of him.

While some might find such a life dull without playtime, Ratch has accepted it as much better than if he had actually been stuck in warfare. They are all capable of driving around, whether for racing or stunts, and Ratch will occasionally mend if someone loses a piece or a limb from their antics. This includes the Decept.icon toys, Knock Out handles visual touch ups and scratches.

However the bots and cons have designated shelf space and he is territorial about it when the human comes home. No, Steve. Go to your shelf. Person will notice. YOU CAN RESUME CHALLENGING/ARGUING LATER SHOO.

For the most part though, Ratch would rather help hold a book open or sit on a window ledge and look at the sky or stars with fellow toy Op.

#[QUESTION] distract me so I stay inside #[RUNG | SPARKMENDER] spoken straight from the heart

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nonatowers · 3 years

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good evening my precious peeps. tis i, rosie, rising from the grave in these crazy times to check up if y’all are still holding up? good work, go fetch yourselves some motivational cookies, it’s been long 12 months for us.

so while lazily scrolling the tags again, i didn’t see much new stuff except the same old things (which, tbh, is what my anxiety needs rn so thanks). yet this is not what i am up to talk about again so let’s cut to the chase:

my personal input to the whole “s 3 is total trash“ debate.

first of all, as long as people don’t bother each other about their preferences, i couldn’t care less.

people are entitled to their own opinions and it’s fine like that. that’s how discussions are made and encourage us to share more ideas and dwell deeper into matters. however, some of my friends that recently watched psycho pass (because I need more people to talk about it and convinced them to giving it a try. though I had them all skip s2 out of worry to loose them there ahah) have kept asking me in regards of the commonly used argument against s3, namely being the lack of literary input. and as a local lit/phil major, this is up my alley to answer I suppose? i’ll try to keep it short and watered down.

it has to be made very clear that season 3 is a whole lot more political in its core themes, which is a major motif in all things cyberpunk. futuristic utopias/dystopias always have a heavy correlation with the political doings of past and present, and while we know painfully little about the past (leading up to sybil’s establishment, more precisely) we have been given insights about the present - namely an ex-idol with extremely questionable traits being voted for governor, despite publicly being outed for just a face behind an AI that does all the talking. basically, it’s gone to hell. we been knew. (don’t even ask how my political science friend felt about it, she can write a 90 page essay about what political trash fire is about to break loose). so, whether it was s3 or not, sooner of later the psycho pass world had to talk about the politics of their world- japan isn’t just made out existential crisis and talking weapons, after all.

i do not know how many active readers in terms of philosophy are in this fandom, but as a major in it, i should tell you guys that the most likely reason as to why there apparently isn’t much philosophy going around in s3 is because of those very politics. political philosophy is a big topic in general, but in s3 the aspect of artificial intelligence is added into the mix and as of now, there isn’t that many reliable texts, dare I say?, in the regards of AI in politics, from a philosophic point of view. at least as of now. the discussion itself has started and is ongoing, and a few publications have been made already (i personally only know of the german ones, feel free to share whatever international texts you guys have your hands on), however, if we look at it historically and consider that AI hasn’t been taken that serious until a decade and a little more ago (around the time siri and co became a daily thing) we might have to wait a little longer for more publications to pop up. majority of what is out right now is hypothetical talks from several years ago, which isn’t up-to-date in most cases and hence kinda hard to use for a fictional society in 2120. and if you read through the more timeless ones, you’ll realise that a good portion of what those publications talked about has been kinda talked about in s1 already. and from a story telling pov, there is only so much you can put things on repeat. everybody that expects discussions from s1 to reoccur to the same extent as when they occurred first, i have bad new for you; the chances are kinda slim. s1 itself was planned to be a one-time thing anyways, which is why the discussions that had been begun there were also sort of finished there, leaving some space for viewers to think further for themselves. you cannot expect them to recycle all that again without being accused of unoriginality (again). and with the digital age becoming more and more established in our current days, i think it was a safe guess to go with the political themes for the recent season.

as a lit major and lover, lemme tell y’all, I wanna rip apart s3 for many annoying mistakes/illogical moves in storytelling they did, but alas, who wants to read a raging rosie these days? as a phil major though i think it should be said that what s3 did was pick a topic that is currently in discussion and on the uprising globally, and on top of that, this is going from the european/american scene. i do not know how the japanese philosophy scene is working with this topic as of now, so its possible that while going for the political route and the will-gibson-reminiscent AI theme, they simply had too little input to work into the season. at least without avoiding major controversies (bcs people tend to steer away from an epoch’s early texts for the longest time due to possible radical views that, if disagreed with fatally, can turn into digging your own grave which, as a show that has to make profit to continue being funded, is the very thing you should NOT do).

with this input, you guys go ahead and merrily continue your discussions (respectfully, please!). and let me know if you want to read a raging rosie go aggretsuko on s3’s literary composure and how it drives me up the wall.

with that said, rosie’s out! stay safe everyone!

#psycho pass #psycho pass 3 #Akane Tsunemori #Kougami Shinya #Nobuchika Ginoza #arata shindo #kei mikhail ignatov #rosie said #be nice to everyone

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obxhoe · 4 years

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Leather and Lace || Rudy Pankow {1}

Lovers forever face to face My city your mountains Stay with me stay I need you to love me I need you today Give to me your leather Take from me my lace

(eek i’m nervous about this. hope y’all enjoy. message me if you wanna be on my taglist!)

CHAPTER ONE

ZOE’S POV:

Sophie’s alarm clock is blaring yet again after the third time she had snoozed it this morning. I can hear it in my bedroom… across the freaking hallway. I pad into her room,

“Soph.” No response. “Soph!” I whisper-yell. “Sophie!!!” She jolts up, ripping her eye mask off.

“I’m up. I’m up.”

“I’m leaving in 20 minutes for class, I won’t be home until at least 11 tonight, I told Liv I would have dinner and a wine night at her place.”

“I’m probably sleeping at Aaron’s tonight so…” I raise an eyebrow at her. Aaron is this new guy she met over Bumble and the two of them have been seeing each other every day since their first date 3 weeks ago.

“Alright well have fun and try not to do anything dumb”

“You know I always do” I laugh and shut her door, walking to my vanity to quickly put on some makeup and grab my stuff.

I’m about a quarter way through my senior year at NYU, and about a quarter away from an existential crisis. I’m not sure what I want to do with my life yet. Basically every single one of my friends have boyfriends and they talk about marriage and babies and all that shit. And it’s cute. But I’m fine on my own. My last boyfriend Peter always had me feeling suffocated. The constant “Babe” and “Baby”. The obligation of having to FaceTime someone all the time. Having to be around someone every minute of every day. I was exhausted all the time. Currently, I’m an international business major with a minor in accounting. Taking a full course load, and working a part time job in an accounting firm on top of that. I don’t exactly have time for anything else.

I check the time and see that I’m running 5 minutes late. I slip on mom jeans, a giant t-shirt I stole from my dad years ago and run out the door. The walk to school is always my favorite part of the day. The West Village was my dream neighborhood to live in and once I saved up enough money from working throughout school, I finally was able to rent a tiny two bedroom apartment. I mindlessly scroll through social media as I speed walk to “campus”, it’s really just a few buildings in the city, there’s no open space or anything. Unless you count Washington Square Park. I pass the West 4th street subway station and my phone fumbles out of my hand as a result of someone walking straight into me.

“Fuck. fuck fuck fuck.” I say grabbing my phone and seeing the screen cracked. This is not exactly what I need at this moment.

“I am so sorry” I hear a voice above me, “I’m not from here, which I guess you can tell. Uh, I’m a little lost. I think? I’m not sure where I’m going or what uptown and downtown mean on the subways. Sorry, I’m rambling. Oh my god!” He sees my phone. “I’m so sorry. Shit. I can get you a new one.”

“Ok chill for a sec dude” I stand up brushing my hair out of my eyes. “At least buy a girl coffee before you offer up a phone.”

“Oh you’re not mad. I thought most people who live here have a stick up their ass all the time” He says, and I finally look up at his face. Those eyes, those fucking eyes. My breath catches in my throat as I realize I’m staring at him. Something about him looks or feels familiar but I can’t place my finger on it.

“Uh yeah most people are like that.”

“So are you not from here?” He asks “Cause ya know, you’re nice and stuff.”

“Oh no I live here. I go to NYU, I’m actually on my way there now.” I look at my phone to check the time but I can barely see due to the cracked screen.

“Uh it’s 9:0-”

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me” I groan loudly, class started at 9.

“Late for class…?” he asks cautiously, not sure if he’s going to make it worse or not.

“Yes. I have to go, like right now.” I say starting to turn to walk away.

“Wait. Let me buy you that coffee so we can discuss the phone thing. Today isn’t great for me, how does tomorrow sound?” I nod and he hands me his phone. “Put in your number.” I quickly type in my information and hand him back the phone. “Well Zoe,” He says looking down at my contact, “I hope to see you later.”

“You too, I didn’t catch your name though.”

“Rudy. Rudy Pankow.”

“Well Rudy,” I look at him, flashing a small smirk “I’ll be looking forward to your text.” I turn and walk away as fast as I can. Of all the things that make me anxious, being late to class is pretty high up on the list. But I think the idea of meeting Rudy for coffee is consuming my mind more than the fact that I’m late is. I slip into the back of the lecture hall about 15 minutes late, luckily not drawing any attention to myself. I take out my notebook and try to take notes, but my mind is elsewhere.

RUDY’S POV:

I don’t know where the hell I am right now. Chase was completely wrong when he said the New York subway system would be easy to figure out. I have to go film a few interviews for Buzzfeed about season two and I’m lost. Totally lost.

“West 4th street-Washington Square” The crackle comes over the speaker.

“Fuck it” I mumble and get off. I can just take an Uber, so much for trying to get the whole experience. I walk up the stairs trying to order an Uber, getting more and more frustrated by the minute. All of a sudden I slam into what I can only hope is another tourist, the last thing I need is someone yelling at me for looking at my phone.

“Fuck. fuck fuck fuck.” I hear a voice from next to me mutter.

“I am so sorry” Fuck. She’s beautiful, and I’m just straight up dumb. “I’m not from here, which I guess you can tell. Uh, I’m a little lost. I think? I’m not sure where I’m going or what uptown and downtown mean on the subways. Sorry, I’m rambling.” For fucks sake Rudy shut the fuck up. I look to her hand and see that I shattered her entire phone and my stomach drops. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry. Shit. I can get you a new one.” Yes good job. Just offer up an entirely new phone, that’ll help. I mentally smack my forehead.

“Ok chill for a sec dude” She stands up, locking her eyes with mine. My eyes can’t decide where to look. Her eyes? her lips? She’s stunning. “At least buy a girl coffee before you offer up a phone.” My face turns bright red. I’m a fucking idiot. She’s running late and I decide to just shoot my shot. I shove my phone at her offering up coffee. A smile breaks onto my face when she takes it and types in her contact info. Zoe.

“Well Rudy, I’ll be looking forward to your text” She smirks at me. God dammit I have never seen anything like her before. She spins on her heel and rushes away. I slide into the nearest taxi, not getting the chance to order an Uber. What the hell just happened?

ZOE’S POV:

I can’t get him off my mind. This isn’t like me at all. Usually I turn random men on the street down, I mean who doesn’t? What if this guy is a serial killer. God Zoe what did you do. Ok but he seems nice enough right? Ugh. I stare at my glass of wine, mind wandering.

“Earth to Zoe” Liv waves her hand in front of my face. I blink and look up.

“Sorry I’m exhausted. Too many unhappy clients today.”

“Uh huh sure.” She rolls her eyes and my friend Katie laughs next to her.

“What?!” I say, a little too defensively.

“Who’s the guy? You only ever act like this, all out of it and daydreamy when there’s a guy”

“There’s no gu-” I get cut off.

“Oh don’t even try. Who is he.” Katie slides next to me and pours more wine in my glass.

“It’s really no one. I met him on the street, he sort of smashed my phone. Well I guess I did. When he ran into me. And then he offered to buy me a new phone just like that. I was like well at least buy me a coffee first, you know, jokingly. But then he actually made a date for tomorrow to get coffee. He said he’d text me, but it’s been hours so I doubt it’ll actually happen. Probably is just being nice.” I mumble the last sentence.

“A guy on the street?” Liv raises her voice.

“Are you crazy?” Katie says, setting her wine glass down a little too hard.

“I know I know. But something about him just felt familiar. Like I had seen him before or something. He seems our age, he had these insane blue eyes. I couldn’t stop staring.” I look down at the table. “I probably won’t even go, it’s a dumb idea.”

“Dude, you’ll find someone. I promise. It just takes time” I look over to Liv.

“That’s the thing though. I don’t even want someone, I’m fine on my own right now. If I started seeing a guy, I wouldn’t have time for him, the two of you, work and school. I would literally have a mental breakdown.” I laugh. Part of me knows I’m lying. I don’t want a boyfriend, that part is true. But if that boyfriend was Rudy, I would have to reconsider. That’s crazy right? I’m definitely going crazy. I don’t even know this guy.

“Ok well let’s get drunk and watch hot boys on TV. There’s a show Liv and I wanted to watch on Netflix called Outer Banks. Have you seen it yet?” Katie asks me as she goes to the couch.

“I don’t have the time for that.” I plop down next to her.

“So that’s a no” She grabs the remote.

“I’m so fucking excited. I keep seeing stuff about the show everywhere, season two is coming out next week.” Liv squeals. Katie starts the show and I start chugging my wine so I can get a new glass. I choke on my wine and spit it out all over the ivory rug.

“Zoe! What the Fuck?!” Liv yells, obviously pissed I just ruined her rug. But I can’t stop coughing. I look back to the TV to make sure I’m not seeing things. It’s him, I could never forget those eyes.

“That’s him” I choke out, “That’s the guy who I ran into today.”

“Rudy Pankow? The guy on the TV right now? Are you sure?” Katie looks at me.

“There’s no way.” Liv shakes her head.

“I’m dead serious. That’s the guy.” My phone vibrates from across the room and we all look at each other. I run over to look at it.

Meet me at Think Coffee in SoHo tomorrow at 3pm. Apple Store right next door ;) -Rudy

“No. Fucking. Way”

Taglist: @pink-meringues @x-lulu @perkeusjackson

#Rudy #rudy pankow #rudy pankow x reader #rudy x reader #rudy pankow x oc #Outer Banks #jj outer banks #obx rudy #jj #jj maybank

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madamemayura · 4 years

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the Tangled the Series writers know how to write all age groups so well, they literally hit it out of the park

first we have Rapunzel just entering her 20s and she’s bubbling with energy and ready to go but also confused as fuck, she’s tossed into adult life and underprepared which like Mood but also she just charges forward like “y’know I guess what happens Happens!!” and she goes from plucky-and-trying-her-best to outright feral and if that’s isn’t entering your 20s I don’t know what the fuck is

then there’s Eugene and Cassandra who both encompass the 2 feelings of being 22-25 because first you have Eugene who finally, Finally has shit figured out but keeps getting thrown curveballs like his childhood best friend popping up and reminding him he used to be a felon and then his estranged father shows up like “hey I’m your dad” and he has a complete existential crisis because Why Can’t Things Just Go The Way I Plan Them

and of course Cass is seventy-four layers of Absolute Mess pretending she has it together but she clearly Does Not, just a big bowl of not talking about her feelings and burying all emotions and having absolutely no idea what she wants with her life just as she’s getting to the age where everyone tells you you’re supposed to have it all figured out, FINALLY some Good Fucking Representation

plus there’s Varian who as a character is hilarious because he’s like 90lbs of dumbass but also an actual Genius but he’s also 14 so when he fucks up it’s like he Really Fucks Up and attempts literal regicide but he’s also like. supremely stupid and dorky and that’s Peak Teenager behavior. he’s just dodging responsibility 24/7 and gets crushes on every Cool person he meets and really wants some fucking validation and needs some fucking therapy

anyway we stan the Tangled Crew for knowing how to write, 100/10 y’all

#tts #tangled the series #sorry I've been having some feelings #this show is so good #rapunzel #eugene fitzherbert #cassandra #varian

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minheefreckles · 4 years

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Hidden Love - Taeyoung

Word count: about 2.5k

Member: Cravity’s Taeyoung

Warning(s): Idiots in love, a few curse words here and there nothing too bad

Genre: Fluff, bulletpoint scenario, slight crack

Note: This was requested by anon! Also I don’t know how entertainment companies work so there may be some errors. Reader is older than taeyoung and is female since anon requested a nuna reader. Enjoy!

Request: hi!! can i ask for a taeyoung fic where the reader is an older trainee at starship and tae has the fattest noona crush on him 🥺

Plot: In which getting locked into a closet brings you a lot closer to a certain younger trainee

- The first thing taeyoung was greeted with while entering the practice room for the first time was a big group hug, sweaty arms and shoulders embracing him from everywhere

- (he swore he could have felt someone wrap their legs around him koala-style too)

- Giggles and shouts echoed through the room and despite himself (and the numerous sweats stains the huggers left on his new, plain white shirt :)), he felt himself giggling along with these strangers that he has known for a total of 5 seconds

- A chorus of very very enthusiastic “Hi Taeyoung!”s as the group released him from their hug followed, people introducing themselves to him left and right, leaving him slightly disoriented, but like, a good kind of disoriented if that was a thing

- As each trainee introduced themselves properly to him, by what he was guessing as age order– age, years of training, name, all that jazz

- Taeyoung’s eyes finally drifted to the person at the end of the line

- You!!

- There’s a small sign with the word “leader” messily written in black Sharpie on it and he noticed the corners of it didn’t stick on your shirt anymore

- Your eyes shone brightly and warmly, a wide grin etched on your face and Taeyoung felt his heart skip a beat

- Taeyoung seeing you basically: 😳

- You took a big step towards him and extended a hand towards him

- “Hi! I’m (Y/N), leader of this practice room, and you’re watching Disney Channel. Welcome to Starship Entertainment. Let’s get along well!”

- Taeyoung’s eyes widened slightly.

- Taeyoung: “what if… what if my hand was sweaty???”

- “What if my hand sweat disgusts her????”

- To the poor boy’s shock, you retract your hand

- Taeyoung now, his eyes even wider because he thought you hated him now: “Did I make her wait too long????,,, does she hate me??? am i gonna have to leave starship now????”

- Taeyoung stop overreacting

- However, you open your arms very wide, inching closer and closer to him until your body is about 2 inches apart from his

- Taeyoung’s heart right now: THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THU-

- You hugged him in what might the warmest and most comfortable hug Taeyoung has ever received

- After a few seconds, which felt like an eternity for Taeyoung, you broke the hug and ruffled his hair

- “Let’s be good friends, kiddo :D!”, you said while unintentionally kiddo-zoning AND friend-zoning Taeyoung at the same time

- And become good friends you guys did!

- You were the one he was closest to and the most comfortable with among the female trainees

- Whenever he couldn’t execute a dance move the way he wanted to, you were there at his rescue! guiding him through it and calming him down

- Whenever his throat was feeling sore from all the practicing and singing, you were there to yeet a bottle of water at him and tell him to stay hydrated, ruffling his hair while he whines at you for always treating him like a child

- Whenever he felt sad, down and as if the whole world was against him, you were there to sit down with him, remind him that no! he’s not alone, he had you and the other trainees who cared a lot for him

- Sometimes, you guys engage in deep long talks that last hours

- They always without fail manage to cheer him up and its probably during one of these talks that he starts to crush on you

- And boy does he start crushing h a r d

- The thing he liked most about you was probably the way you were so kind and so encouraging to everybody

- Even if the teachers scolded you for spending too much time helping the others with their moves or something, you didn’t care

- You liked helping others and you had already claimed all the others as your children >:D

- Anyways, the second time where he felt himself fall even deeper for you was on a weekend night, late in the night

- All the others have opted to go out to the movies or to go sing at a karaoke since it was the weekend

- You, however, decided to stay at the practice room to touch up some dance moves you didn’t feel that good about and Taeyoung stayed because… well because of you

- After practicing for a good while with him and also lowkey just messing around, you laid down on the hard floor, your shirt soaked with sweat, Taeyoung soon following suit.

- You turn towards him to face him and Taeyoung noticed how pretty you were, even with your sweaty, wet, messy hair plastered to the sides of your face, even when your nostrils were flaring up and down because you were out of breath

- “I never noticed how pretty your lips were” you said and turned back to stare at the ceiling

- While taeyoung’s literally about to flatline because his heart is beating so quickly jssjakak

- He also turns to stare at the ceiling awkwardly because he swears to god, if he looks at you for one more second, he will literally combust

- “R-really?” - him, absolutely shook while you lay there peacefully smiling at nothing

- “Yeah :) they look very soft :)”

- Taeyoung’s literally shaking at this point

- “T-that’s cool. Your lips are pretty too?? I guess?? N-not to be creepy, i just find them really pretty, like pretty in shape, you know haha? And color too!! Your lip color is really pretty :’DD”

- He turns back towards you to see you snoring and sleeping peacefully and he just sits there for a minute blinking because

- What just happened

- …

- The poor boy is on the verge of tears because :((( was he that boring to the point where you feel asleep :(((

- The truth is you were just tired from practicing and from pulling that one nighter yesterday

- But he didnt know that so whoops

- He ended up just saying fuck it and just fell asleep next to you, his arm under his head serving as a pillow

- And oh boy y’all bet y’all got teased when the other trainees came back and found you two together

- Taeyoung with his arm around your waist even though he made sure to sleep at least 3 feet away from you last night because he wanted to respect your personal space

- Your face nuzzled into his chest

- Your legs tangled together

- S c a n d a l o u s

- Many pictures were taken on that day

- “God tier blackmail material” - kang minhee probably

- That was the day where you also started seeing taeyoung in a different light

- Maybe… just maybe he wasn’t the kid you always thought he was?

- Maybe he was… a man 😳

- There’s no way, right?? Haha you were just tripping

- … unless ?

- You start paying attention to your hair whenever you practiced with him

- No longer were the days where you liked to agressively flip your hair into his face because what if your hair smelled bad today :(?

- And wow, you really weren’t lying that night

- His lips really were pretty :0

- And how can someone look so good right after waking up at 5 am? And right after dancing for 30 minutes straight?

- And wow he really cleaned up well in a suit and tie when there was a certain formal event you guys had to attend

- You were even afraid to hug him sometimes after practice because what if you got sweat on him :((( what if your sweat disgusts him :((((

- Oh how the turn tables

- Unfortunately, taeyoung being the clueless boy he is mistakes your crush on him to being uncomfortable

- He racks his mind to think of something he did to offend you or something

- And he suddenly remembers the practice room night

- Did he make you uncomfortable that night? Maybe he should have woken you up instead of laying down with you?

- Goddammit taeyoung - him

- He now thinks you hate him whoops :)

- So now the two of you avoid each other

- You avoid him because you’re still having an existential crisis over whether you really consider him as a crush and a man or a boi™

- He avoids you because he feels guilty for sleeping next to you and thinks you think he’s creepy

- Two idiots in love :)

- And y’all bet the other trainees knows how absolutely dumb and in love the both of you are

- And that is why they formed a plan together to

- !!! lock both of you in a closet to talk out your feelings !!!

- Isn’t that just genius haha nothing’s gonna go wrong right? Of course not

- So, Minhee’s mainly the one behind this absolute evil masterpiece

- He commands tells poor Seongmin to go tell you that you need to retrieve a bucket from the closet

- While Wonjin’s the one who tells Taeyoung to go there to get a mop for “spring cleaning” even though its almost july

- And as if y’all couldn’t be dumber, you guys buy it and do exactly as they say

- You arrive first to the closet, not noticing the small footsteps behind you as Taeyoung also walks towards the closet, too enthralled by something on his phone to notice you were right before him

- As you enter the tight closet, you don’t see a bucket?

- Did you get the wrong closet?? :( you remember them specifically saying it was this one though

- You hear the closet door open once again and you yelp, surprised by the sudden creaking and suddenly finding yourself face to face with Taeyoung

- His nose was literally almost touching yours because of how small the closet was and you feel your heartbeat accelerate

- You didn’t even have the time so say hi to him before the doors suddenly closes followed by the sound of something, or rather somebody locking it.

- Now that the door was closed, there was no natural light peeking through the crack of the door like before and you both find yourselves in the dark, tight space of the closet

- You stare bewildered at Taeyoung’s direction and you were pretty sure his expression was also mirroring yours before both of you turned towards the door and banged on it

- It didn’t take long to conclude the others were behind this as the sound of giggling and hushed laughter could be heard from outside

- “YOU FUCKNUTS” - Taeyoung

- You at him swearing: 😶🤭😯😧😮😲

- “LET US OUT”

- “NOT UNTIL YOU TALK TO EACH OTHER AND STOP BEING DUMBASSES. YOU GUYS ARE IN LOVE AND ITS ANNOYING. BYE” sais someone who suspiciously sounded like Minhee

- You knew they weren’t gonna give up so you tried to find where the light switch was so you could at least see

- “Taeyoung, just give it up, do you know where the light is?”

- “IT��S NEXT TO THE DOOR” - a voice from outside

- “Thanks, I guess” you muttered, trying to stabilize yourself when you almost trip on something, which you were guessing was probably Taeyoung’s foot or something like that

- “Ouch!” Yep, that was his foot

- “Sorry, it’s really dark here, can you help me find the light switch. I can’t even remember where the door was”

- You keep palping the wall to find it when you come in contact with something else :) something that kinda feels like a hand :) like Taeyoung’s hands :) not that you memorized the feeling of his hand shape from holding his hands so many times you could recognize them anywhere anytime :) totally not :)

- You hear a “click” and the light finally comes out of a light bulb from the ceiling and you tightly close your eyes for a second to get accustomed to the sudden change

- When reopening them, you realize that you and Taeyoung found the light switch at the same time, your hand now on top of his

- You quickly retract your hand, your face feeling kinda warm, and glance at Taeyoung to find that his face, too, was very very red

- “So… um…”

- “Yep…”

- Awkward silence ensues :)

- “Look y/n i can’t take it anymore… i’m so sorry for making you uncomfortable that night when i slept next to you in the practice room. I was tired and i didnt want to wake you up because you looked so peaceful. Im sorry :(“

- “Wait… what, Taeyoung, you didn’t make me uncomfortable at all. Actually, since that night, I’ve just been really weird. I get weird around you, not in like a bad way. My heart feels weird, my stomach too. Like it feels like having butterflies in your stomach. All this time I thought of you as a kid, and now I might actually,,,,,, seeyoulikeaman?”

- Taeyoung: :0

- sO YOU DON’T HATE ME? Or is this your way of indirectly telling me that you hate me :(“

- “NO NO I DONT HATE YOU AT ALL WHAT MADE YOU THINK THAT”

- Haha nothing just you basically avoiding me 24/7 and not talking to me ever about anything anymore - taeyoung in his head

- “Idk. Wait, what did you say before? You might see what?”

- “Uh, well basically, uhhh…”

- “Does the mighty y/n mayhaps have a crush on me? I think I heard something like “i might see you like a man now”, huh?” Cue Taeyoung grinning like the Cheshire cat

- “Pfft, no, what do you mean, i never said that…”.........

- “Ok, yes, I admit it, I may have a small, teeny crush on you. I don’t know how it happened but it happened. And I actually like the feeling I get when I’m nervous around you. That sounds really weird, doesn’t it? And now I feel stupid because you probably don’t feel the same.”

- Taeyoung who has been crushing on you literally from the second he saw you: :0

- “I have a confession, but… I’ve liked you since the day you hugged me in that practice room my first day at Starship.”

- “WHAT?”

- “You were so kind to me and the others even when I just entered the company. You supported me through all these years and I don’t think I honestly could have picked someone else better than you to crush on. You’re literally an angel in disguise, Y/N.”

- Homeboy really just poured his entire heart and feelings to you in a closet

- “Wow. I guess we were crushing on each other this whole time and didn’t notice.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation.

- “NOW KISS” - a voice outside, again

- You and Taeyoung shared an exasperated look together.

- “Leave us alone, this is private >:(((“

- “No.”

- You know, Tae,” you put your hand on his arm, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively, “that kiss doesn’t sound like a bad idea” You were now sporting a wide grin.

- “Y/N NOT YOU TOO”

Bonus

“guys! get us out of here”

“jungmo unlock them”

“...”

“jungmo!”

“i may have forgotten the lock combination…”

“JUNGMO!”

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whitmore · 4 years

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Ok so in the promo for next ep it looks like we’ll get Courtney’s first kill (right? that we’ve seen in the show?). How do you think/ want them to explore it. Like first are these drones ppl that have been brainwashed or are they androids/built by ito. Is it just gonna be brushed over/“for the greater good”/self defense. Will court have like a crisis of conscience or a lil existential breakdown. Ep looks good, am v excited to see.

oh shit y’all think she’s gonna deadass kill someone?? i never saw that in the promo but i mean i guess it could happen

honestly i think the show’s done a REALLY good job at handling the reality of death in the superhero career so far. between courtney’s reaction to joey’s death, the scene in 1.06 where starsquad is confronted by the dead guy, and the way rick & courtney handle the deaths of their parents (“parent” in quotations for courtney bc we know what’s coming) i think the show did a REALLY good job

kezia ( @marsapartment ) did a REALLY great video (it’s like five minutes long please watch it) on how the flash handles the subject of first death vs teen wolf and not only does it make me CRY laughing but it’s really informative, & i think stargirl handled it (not a first kill persay, but first death) REALLY well? courtney’s (and pat’s) reaction to joey’s death illuminated that the whole superhero gig wasn’t a game, that lives are at stake; pat in later episodes keeps stressing that inviting people into the jsa will get them killed. it’s not glossed over or excused.

the scene of starsquad finding the guy dead in 1.06 was PERFECT for me. none of them killed the guy; but their reactions to it say everything about who they are as characters and what place they take in this world of stargirl. courtney takes a step back; her eyes widen and her mouth opens a little. she’s shocked, but not as much as beth. she knows this is part of the deal, but for the first time, unlike joey’s death that was witnessed from afar, it’s real and in front of her. beth asks if he’s okay. beth asks if he’s okay. she’s in shock and horror but she still has this hope, this optimism that is so inherently beth chapel. yolanda covers her mouth, chin high, eyes almost teary; she probably suspected she’d see a dead body at some point, just not this soon. she’s scared, but strong. and rick; rick who has been so acquainted with death, who has known it from a young age, who has seen and experienced the brutality of the world first hand just stares, near emotionless.

it’s a really great shot that highlights their emotions and reactions individually but still uses a continuous shot instead of cutting between them, which i loved; it almost feels like it gels them together as a team.

personally i don’t think court will kill anyone in the ep. if she does, i hope they handle it as well as they have the other deaths that court’s / the starsquad has been confronted with in the series; no doubt they could have gone into it deeper, but fitting the tone and theme of the series so far, i think they’ve done a really good job going into emotional depth around the deaths while keeping the tone of the show consistent !!

also i’m 99% sure the drones in the show are people that ito kidnapped & “rewired’ but idk for certain but those r my bets

#asks #stargirl #starsquad #courtney whitmore #rick tyler #yolanda montez #beth chapel #i meant to talk abt that shot when the ep came out i just never did #but now. now i get my chance #death cw /

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beabaseball · 4 years

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this is a delirious 11pm post for Adults Only guys

Leave this space, child!

...

...y’all teenagers are going to be tweaked out of their goddamn minds.

Like, not necessarily in the drugged way, though some maybe yes in the drugged way, but like. Specifically in the non-drug way, they’re going to be snippy, and inattentive, and self centered. And that’s probably fine.

Like. Of course teens are self-centered, their bodies are doing weird shit for the first time and people keep making jokes they don’t understand yet, and some of these fuckers haven’t been given sex ed so they don’t even know what’s coming.

The younger teens have just emerged from the child form that has only just started being able to comprehend a larger world. In elementary school, sure I was reading time magazine for kids and we prayed for people who were being reported (religious school; recent tsunami, it happens) and when I was in 1st or 2nd grade we heard rumors that once upon a time women weren’t allowed to do the same stuff as men, but like— you can feel those things, but it’s not really something that you comprehend unless it’s right then a part of your life. I remember the first time I really ‘got’ sexism was in ninth grade in a gym class of 24 boys to 3 + me girls, and I wrote bad poetry about it in my phone for like three months trying to process it.

When I was like 16 our car broke down midway to school and we had to call my dorm parent to come drive me the next 5 mins, and so he’s in a bad mood bc he has to pick me up, and mom is in a bad mood bc car she gets a feeling dorm parent didn’t believe her when she said the car broke down, and it’s like 80 out but more importantly the humidity is a swamp, and I just remember being in his car driving the rest of the way to school and he’s complaining about sunburns bc he’s super pale and Irish, but he’s trying to talk so I kind of say “huh well i’ve never gotten a sunburn. I tan real fast and then go inside and I’m white again.”

and even in the moment I remember being like “that’s not really what he wanted to hear” and I think he even made a face, but I was too out of it and hot and tired to really do anything passed that. And I do feel kind of bad about it? Like, I did not mean to demean his pain of sunburns and I know also that at the time he was having A Rough Time with his marriage, to the point where he had us doing religious plays about parenthood for three seasons straight.

But also, I was a teenager. And looking back I can’t exactly blame my past self for just kinda... saying some words and feeling bad the rest of the car ride but also too tired to care. Theater teacher man wasn’t a bad guy; we were definitely not good at reading each other and he thought musicals sucked, but he also was the one who comforted me out of a panic attack when we had a tornado warning and I ended up convinced my daystudent friend was going to die.

Because that’s what I cared about at the time. Me-related things. Yes, tornado, but I am worried about one (1) person, and that mattered to me. I stayed behind when we got an actual sex-ed person in 7th grade because I was scared that reading yaoi would send me to hell. I had a breakdown in front of my history professor because one of my friends was discovering her gender identity and I was scared I was ‘losing her’ (you know the words!)

Now, someone comes out to me or someone doesn’t understand a term and I’m over here like “yea which definition u wanna use” but back then I was a kid and I had never experienced anything like this before, my hormones were wild—which didn’t mean I was horny and wanted boyfriend, it meant I was in constant fear of bleeding through things and every now and then I would wake up and my body would be in surprise unknowable pain (aka I was finally big enough to cut off my own circulation in my sleep and also growing pains)

Now, I’ve got a lot of that under control. When I wake up with a body in pain I usually know why and probably it is my fault actually. I know a bit better how to get through days when I’m too hot, or too groggy, or just dissociation or mad. (The trick is: say aloud, “sorry if I’m not responding much, I’m just really hot/groggy/out of it/still upset about that.” )

That’s not something a lot of teens have down yet. I saw a kid with a naruto shirt on at work once and I said “hey naruto” and he looked at me like he’d seen the face of god, he was so surprised someone knew what naruto was. To someone even MILDLY in my age range, the idea of not knowing who Naruto is is preposterous. But this was like, 12-15 year old at the most. Not hit his growth spurt yet. Just absolutely blindsided that there was an outside world which recognized something he liked, which I’m gonna wildly guess his parents probably aren’t into or don’t talk about it with him, because the thought of talking Naruto with your kid is horrifying.

Obviously, thinking other people don’t know about naruto is a similar kind of self-centered thought along the lines of “I bet thigh chick isn’t a REAL fan of x” or “EVERYONE has an opinion on me and there is no in between” where like the world... sort of revolves around you.

And like, once that person grows up if they keep that sort of self-focus, that’s usually the time you start trying to ditch them, but even older teens are still just coming out of that larval childhood state. They know a lot more about the world than we probably did at their age—I know a lot of them aren’t having the same existential crisis over their friends’ gender like I did, which is a big ol step— but there are still days that it’s going to be too much new shit to deal with, plus whatever else is happening inside them personally. And it’ll take a while to learn how to handle that.

In the meantime, they might be snappish, or out of it, or just kind of give up and have a ‘fuck it’ attitude sometimes, and it drives a lot of adults just goddamn insane it seems, according to all the mildly aggressive parents at work, trying to get kids who don’t want to be there to give the right reactions. It’s probably not even anything personal to the event that’s making them unhappy. One time I talked to a kid who was crying, and when I got her to tell me what was bothering her, it turned out that some people on her family reunion were mean to her. Nothing about the immediate ‘now’, just a lot of emotion that needed to go somewhere, and that somewhere ended up being crying, and it was not at all about respect or disrespect or anything related to us. Probably most of what was needed was to talk about it (success) and take a long nap.

The first time I remember having a meltdown with a ‘trigger’ like that, I was in 5th grade and my first assignment was something like “what did you do over summer” so I lost my entire shit and cried on the couch for an hour. Passed out, slept til 7, woke up and was fed soup, and have no idea if I finished that paper but presumably I did because I remember a nap and food working.

I would keep having these homework meltdowns periodically, and I don’t know when they stopped, but I had at least one, maybe two, in my first year of college.

And eventually I’ve just kinda.... stopped having them. Stress about a big project wasn’t something that bothered me anymore. You just did it one step at a time, and when you started thinking “maybe I’ll do it in the morning”, you immediately go to bed because you’ve already lost the fight and even if you don’t do it in the morning at least you won’t face it sleep deprived.

It takes time and living to get these experiences, and while one kid might not have the same issues with school work I had, maybe something else just knocks them on their ass every time (same) and it is just. Literally something you need to live through a couple times before you know how to deal with it. You can provide Blank Slate Alien Person with all the mental health tips and anecdotal advice and chamomile tea as you want, but the first couple times they face stress, none of those tips help if they don’t know how to implement them.

If you’ve ever assembled something by instructions and ended up building it upside down—it’s easier to build it again once you’ve gotten mad and undone it and started again. Because you’ve practiced. You already had the instructions, but now you have the experience of building it already, even if the result wasn’t the one you wanted.

Teens are learning a) how to read instructions, and b) that their assembly is probably upside down. and in the meantime, the world is also bonkers wild right now.

When they have that moment of rage, or giving up, or aloofness upon finding shit got built upside down— just. Let them.

You don’t have to ‘fix’ it or ‘fix’ them for having these emotions, or lack of them.

These are normal reactions. They make sense. All I’m asking is that we understand it’s going to happen. These emotions are going to happen.

Don’t let yourself justify being mean to kids and teens by telling yourself they’re being disrespectful. The world and their lives and emotions also don’t revolve around you. It’s not always a rebellion or reason to fight when things get too high strung to hold total control of.

That doesn’t mean ignore them. I was maybe 12 or 13, and it was 90 on a metal ship, and i was wearing an under shirt because i didn’t have a bra, so two layers of clothes on a hot metal ship, on my period— and all I remember is asking my dad to let us sit down and eat some lunch, because i was dizzy and dehydrated, and all he just kept saying we would do it once he saw the tour. I have no idea how long it was but I probably could’ve cried and been called moody or uncooperative.

Life is difficult. Especially for people who aren’t yet in control of their situations. Who are still bursting out with emotions they can’t otherwise articulate.

Be kind to that.

#long post #ramble #teenagers #kids #teens #puberty #puberty Sucks #especially when the world continues to exist around you #beatext #memories

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imagining-supernatural · 5 years

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DeanxReader Oneshot Masterlist

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~*Bitter – High School aged reader helps Dean solve her parents’ murders, and Dean tries to help her grieve (angst & fluffish)

~*Twenty-One – On your 21st birthday, you celebrate at the bar, but after a few drinks you accidentally let a little secret slip. Sam and Dean might not be able to get over it, and you might have just lost your best friends (angst & fluff)

~*Wingmen – High School AU where Dean gets jealous of all of the dates you’ve been going on (implied smut)

~*Dean’s Stupid Face – Dean can’t speak, so he keeps making stupid faces instead. (Pure fluff!)

*Break On Me – You are having a horrible day and Dean drives over five hours to be there for you (angst)

~*Ex To See – There’s a hunt in your old hometown where you run into your ex. Instead of being the mature adult that you are, you start reverting back to your petty high school self. (fluff)

*Rodeo Hospital – A hunt brings you and the Winchesters together, Dean ends up in the hospital, and angst abounds

*Sit Talking Up All Night – You and your boyfriend are drifting apart, and all it takes is one night and a heart to heart to start fixing the relationship (fluff & angst)

*Hairy Situation – Dean constantly makes fun of your short hair, and on one hunt you get so fed up that you start arguing with him in a coat closet and… well… it’s a coat closet. I think y’all know where this is going ;)

High Noon July Guy – Dean comes into the diner where you work and gets an instant crush on you (fluff)

Waiting – Dean distracts you from your anxious waiting for news from your publisher by teaching you to change the oil in Baby (fluff)

The Bag Man – You speak multiple languages, which often comes in handy on cases (the end is super fluffy, guys. Just sayin…)

~*Notes – CoffeeShop!AU, Barista!Dean, Artist!Reader… need I say more? (FLUFF)

Life Among The Strings – You call Dean in to help with a ghost in your apartment, and he isn’t about to say no to hearing you play violin again (implied smut)

*Away From Redemption – After Swan Song, you help Dean get his drunk ass into bed, but you are both lost in your own pits of depression for this arrangement to last very long (Super Angst)

Love Hurts – The reader is in love with Dean, but knows that he’ll never feel the same way, especially with the feelings he’s fighting about Amara. (Episode 11x13)

*12x02: Mamma Mia – You tell Dean that you’re leaving after you get Sam back, but Dean doesn’t want you to (angst)

*12x03: The Foundry – You comfort Mary, Sam, and Dean all separately after Mary leaves the Bunker (angst)

*Humor Me – After you nearly die, Dean goes into Super Overprotective Boyfriend Mode (fluff)

Break Up With Him – Dean calls you while you’re on a date with your boyfriend and tells you that he loves you (fluff)

*Lego Castle – You come home from a hunt with Sam to find that Dean spoiled your daughter like crazy while you were gone (fluff)

We Survive – You and Dean resolve to keep going on after nearly everyone you’ve ever loved has died (angst)

*Headless Bodies and Bodiless Heads – You mean the middle of a vampire nest isn’t the best place for Dean to declare his love for you? (fluff)

Well-Oiled Hunting Machine – After noticing Dean slipping up on hunts, you think your bad hunting skills have a negative effect on him, so you try to leave (angst)

I Don’t Want To Ruin That – College AU where you’ve been pushing Dean away because of your feelings for him (angst ish? Fluff ish?)

*How Many Tennis Balls? – Dean is too damn adorable and it’s not helping you prepare for your grad school interview (FLUFF)

~*You’re Not There – Dean thinks through memories of you and the impact you had on his life (angst, fluff, implied smut)

*Deliberate Beauty of Humanity – Angel!Reader and Dean cuddling and ticklish wings and it’s hot and beautiful and fluffy and implied smut and wonderful

*252: Break Myself – Dean needs your comfort, but when he shows up on your porch, he finds out that you’re dating someone (angst)

*423: Contagious – After breaking up with you to protect you from his life, Dean is a dark storm cloud (angst with a hopeful ending)

*548: Down With Me – Just a glimpse of a woman in an bar gives Dean strange visions of a future with her (fluff)

*Jealous!Dean Imagine – Imagine when someone flirts with you, and Dean pulls you into his lap to show that you’re his (FLUFF)

*672: Fifteen – You get brought into the police station for a murder you didn’t commit, and who shows up but your high school crush who broke your heart, pretending he’s FBI?

*26: Alive [Acoustic] – Dean was the first one to say “I Love You.” (Fluff)

*1999: Somebody Told Me – Dean heads off on a hunt by himself to get his head on straight, but you aren’t letting him go without telling you what’s been up with him lately (fluff)

*12x13: Family Feud – You and Dean are fighting over… something… but the events with Gavin and Fiona make you realize that you don’t want to fight with him anymore (angst)

*The Other Side of the Bar – Bartender!Dean AU where he has a bet with you each night to see who can keep a straight face the longest. In Sam’s words, “This was the weirdest damn flirting he’d ever seen.” (FLUFF)

The Edge of Possibility – This is your last night with Dean before he heads off to find his own way in life (bittersweet angst)

~*2571: “4:12″ – You’re having a existential crisis about how nonsensical life is and Dean talks you down from throwing away all of your art

*12x17: The British Invasion – Ketch gets on your nerves, Eileen is your awesome new friend, you tease Sam about Eileen, and Dean is an awesome boyfriend. (this summary sucks, but the fic doesn’t, I promise)

What A Weird Hunt – Sam gets bit by a bewitched lamp, and Dean bursts in after the fighting with a giant box of condoms (fluff)

You’re a Freaking Badass – After dealing with annoying people at the third wedding reception in a month, you vent to Dean about societal expecations (fluff)

~Bitch, I Might Be – Classic “Dean helps Reader sleep” plot (FLUFF)

~*Should’ve Gone To Voicemail – You wake up with a giant hangover and a phone call from a very irate ex-boyfriend (Crack)

~*Roll With It – After drunkenly asking Dean to become your housewife and telling him that you deserve kisses every day, you have to deal with him the next day to return his jacket (FLUFF)

~*Ineffable – in·ef·fa·ble - adjective - too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words. (Implied smut)

~*When A Clock Stops – You have to end things with Dean now that you’re engaged to someone else (Angst, implied smut)

*Takes One To Know One – You’ve been going through a sex-drought recently, and Dean, your best friend, is starting to look a little too tempting. In order to not ruin your friendship, you head to the bar to find someone to break your dry spell

*Dress – Dean and the reader have a conversation about how women buy dresses with the intention of someone taking it off of them just before she leaves for a date. (implied smut)

~*Fibonacci Demons – In therapy, the reader reminiscences about how Dean has helped her want to get better and beat her demons. (detached angst)

A Hell of an Offer – Prompt: “You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me.” (Fluff)

*Wine, Memories, and a Dance – It’s the reader’s first Valentine’s day without her father and Dean spends it with her (Flangst)

Heat of the Moment – The reader and Sam confront Dean after Jack tells them that Dean said he would kill Jack (Rewrite of the last scene in 13x03) (angst)

*The Unexpected – Dean expects a normal quiet morning with his neighbor, but is surprised when her apartment is teeming with people and life and the kind of life he never imagined she’d be a part of

*12x20: Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes – Dean heads off to help Max and Alicia right after the reader dumps a big surprise on him

*Hot Mama – After a conversation with Dean about Thor, he decides to tag along to the store with you and have some fun (Fluffy husband!Dean x Pregnant!Reader)

~*Ever Since – A cute little fluffy drabble based on the song Sleeping Beauty by Dylan Scott (FLUFF!!)

*She’s A Beauty, Such A Cutie – Help yourself to a cute drabble based on the song Can’t Take Her Anywhere by Dylan Scott (Fluff)

*Grand Canyon Kisses – Heard you wanted a cavity inducing drabble based on the song Back by Dylan Scott (FLUFF)

*Our Own Little Secret – Tossing a fun little drabble your way based on the song Freak Show by Dylan Scott (implied smut)

*A Couple Of Them Beer Buddies – Enjoy a domestic little drabble based on the song Beer Buddies by Dylan Scott

*Crazy As You Want To Be – Did someone order a cute, domestic drabble based on the song Crazy Over Me by Dylan Scott?

*Pistols and Promises – Some idiot demons think threatening Dean’s girl is a smart idea

Breaking Rules -- Friends-with-benefits to lovers

Once In A Lifetime -- Dean remembers the first night he met you

The Books - You come back from a hunt to overhear Sam and Dean talking about the Supernatural books… which you have become a part of.

Multitasking - Dean’s daughter goes off on her first hunt without him and he is a mess

#deanxreader #oneshot masterlist

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A Strange Coincidence: Part 6

Stephen Strange x Reader, Slow Burn, Female Pronouns

A Strange Coincidence Masterlist

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Summary: You’re a student who just moved to New York City to finish your PhD in Archeology. But, things turn for the strange when you accidentally stumble upon 177a Bleecker Street.

A/N: Wow, it’s been a long time. Hopefully y’all still remember me! This have been a little crazy on my end, mostly my post-grad existential crisis, but I’m mostly over it now. I’m going to me moving to Burbank in the next few days so things are going to still be a little up in the air, but they’ll be stable enough for me to be hopefully posting on a somewhat regular basis again. Thanks for all your patients. Love you guys!

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You woke up in a haze. The light shined through your bedroom window, blinding your already bleary eyes.

All sense of time was lost. It could have been seven in the morning or three in the afternoon and you wouldn’t have known the difference. You rolled over, giving yourself time for your mind to catch up with your body.

Everything hurt. Not the dull throb of a hangover hurt, rather the morning after doing five hours at the gym when you hadn’t gone in six months. You tried to remember the events from the night before. You were still in your clothes and your mouth didn’t taste of anything besides sleep. It hurt to think. Every time you tried to remember you were instead bombarded by the images of a nightmare until reality and dreams blurred together.

Your phone rang, forcing you from your thoughts. You didn’t even bother to check caller ID when you answered.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Y/L/N.”

You bolted upright, your mind pulling into sharp focus at the sound of your boss’s voice.

“Doctor Lewis,” you greeted, swallowing the roughness of sleep from your throat. “What can I do for you?”

“I need you to come to the museum right away,” he answered in a clipped tone. “There’s been a break in. The police need to question the entire staff.”

It was then, everything came back to you.

“Of course,” you said, automatically. “I’ll be there right away.”

“Good, I expect you here in less than a half an hour.”

He hung up before you had a chance to respond, leaving you in a stunned stupor.

You got up and dressed in a daze. It couldn’t possibly be real. Doctor Strange, Dorgrath, your nightmare, magic, elder gods, all of it, it couldn’t exist. But then again, you weren’t that imaginative. The images from the night before and Strange’s promise echoed in your mind, following you until you were out the door and walking toward the museum.

Real or not, you needed a plan. There was no telling what the security cameras picked up. How were you going to explain what happened when you didn’t even know for certain what did happen? How were you going to explain what it was you saw?

You shuttered at the memory, forcing yourself forward. All you could do was wait and see.

Two police cars were parked outside of the entrance to the Tomb. Several of the staff were already gathered around while Doctor Lewis was talking to a detective.

It was an odd sight. You had never met anyone who looked more like a stock image of an old history professor, than Doctor Lewis. He always wore a tweed jacket the same way a high school football player would wear their team letterman jacket. Well-kept white hair and bread gave the air of aged dignity paired with a British accent to allow just the right amount of presumed superiority. It was such a cliché that having him talk to the police looked like something out of a police procedural. Unfortunately for you, it was anything but fictional.

“I am well aware of the state of our security,” Doctor Lewis defended. “I still don’t see how it’s our fault we got robbed.”

“I’m not saying that,” the detective said, in a tired tone. “I’m simply stating, I’m surprised you haven’t been robbed earlier. None of your cameras picked up anything during the time of the robbery, and your wiring isn’t up to code.”

It took everything in you not to audibly sigh in relief.

“What are you saying?” Lewis asked. “Somebody saw the lights were off and in the spur of the moment decided to steal from us?”

“No, but it wouldn’t take much to tamper with the power, not the mention the door was unlocked.”

Doctor Lewis jaw twitched. “Yes. Rest assured I will give our security staff a good talking too, and prompt termination.”

“It wasn’t their fault,” you said, calling attention to yourself. The detective looked at you with professional interest while Doctor Lewis reminded you of your father after you stayed out late with a friend.

Your swallowed, in an attempt to steal your sudden nerves. “I told Jimmy to leave the keys with me.”

“You’re Ms. Y/N,” the detective asked, taking a quick look at his notes.

“Yes sir.”

“You were the last one to leave the museum last night?”

“That I know of.”

He nodded. “Ms. Y/N, where were you between the hours of 9:30 and midnight last night?”

“Either going insane or being processed by a demon, yourself?”, you thought. But you answered with, “I was at home.”

“Can anyone verify that?”

“No,” you said, your stomach twisting a little. “I live alone.”

You had the sudden wish for Doctor Strange to appear beside you. Between the two of you, maybe you could come up with a better lie. Just knowing someone was on your side, and an assurance you weren’t going crazy would be enough.

“What did you do before you left?” the detective continued.

“I was working, but then the power went out, and I got scared.” You shifted your stance, and looked down, hoping to portray the right amount of embarrassment. “I guess, I must have left the keys on the desk when I ran out.”

You glanced up slightly to see the detective and Doctor Lewis exchange an exasperated look which screamed: “Women? Am I right?”

Never in your life were you so grateful for internalized misogyny.

“Ms. Y/N, did you by chance catch a Dale Clemton on your way out?” the detective asked.

“No, sorry.”

“You’re not suggesting—” Doctor Lewis started, but the detective cut in.

“He didn’t show up for work last night and he hasn’t been responding to any of your calls. I think he’s worth looking into is all.” The detective then turned to you, with a half-smile. “I’m sorry to take up your time, miss. If you think of anything, please give me a call.”

He went to hand you his card, only to be intercepted by Doctor Lewis.

“If any of my employees think of something, I will let you know,” he said, coolly.

The detective knew better than to argue. With a nod, he walked back to the police cars.

“Disgusting,” Doctor Lewis mumbled. “Insignificant little…something or other.” His shoulders were still tense, but he kept the rest of his choice profanities to himself.

“If I can ask,” you said, careful to make sure his frustration remained with someone other than you. “What was stolen?”

“Only pieces in the basement, thank God,” he answered. “Some of the Egyptian statues, a handful of Nordic ruins, and a good deal of the Assyrian collection.”

You let out a breath. Sympathy for your colleagues aside, it did pull the spotlight off of you as a suspect.

“Oh, I am sorry Y/N,” Doctor Lewis said, remembering himself. “Your thesis. I’m not sure how you’ll be able to finish without the pieces.”

Your stomach dropped out from under you at that little reminder. A fresh new panic washed over you. Right. The reason why you worked at the museum in the first place was now gone. Lovely.

“I don’t feel it’s right for you to have to start over,” he continued. “But given the circumstances—"

“I’ll be able to finish!” you said, quickly. You could feel your hands shaking. “I’ve done so much research already. I have all my notes compiled. I promise I can finish based on what I have. It won’t be a problem. Please.”

Doctor Lewis eyed you wearily, but slowly nodded his head.

“If you say so. There are still pieces on display you can examine, and a few which weren’t stolen. But you are certain you can finish.”

You nodded insistently, even as your insides turned over.

He seemed to take it at face value before letting out a long sigh. “You might as well go home. The museum will be closed for a few days. I expect at least ten pages on my desk by Friday since you’re not working.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. With a quick promise to do just that, you took your exit. Writing would have to wait, you needed to see a Doctor.

You bounded up the last few steps to the Sanctum Santorum, taking a pause to catch your breath.

As soon as you were out of sight of the museum, you had broken out into a full out sprint. You were out of practice, but the combination of fear and excitement had pushed your forward. If you had been dreaming, and the robbery at the museum was just a coincidence, then there was a good 75% chance you were going completely insane. But, if you weren’t dreaming. Doctor Strange had made you a promise, and you were going to make him keep it.

Straightening up, you raised your hand to knock.

The door opened before you could touch it.

A wide smile spread across your face. Without a second thought to the outside world, you stepped inside.

The entry way felt brighter now. You hadn’t realized until that point you had only seen it at night. Light shone through the windows giving a warm glow to the wood interior.

A soft click caught your attention. Turning around, you saw the cloak floating there, presumably having closed the door behind you. A wave of relief washed over you at the sight.

“Hello, again,” you greeted.

The cloak gave a little excited wiggle as it glided toward you, spinning quickly around your body before flying up the staircase. You let out a small laugh, taking it as an invitation to follow.

It was hard not to stare at everything as you walked further in. For all you knew any tapestry or trinket you walked passed was secretly a magical weapon or ancient summoning ritual. There idea of anything there being décor for its own sake struck you as rather silly.

Soon you found yourself in a familiar space, surrounded by glass cases holding items of what could only be great significance. The cloak led you forward until you were in view of a large round window with an odd, eye shape design overlooking the skyline of Manhattan. And there, with a growingly familiar half smile, stood Doctor Strange.

“You came back.” His tone was light, but it couldn’t hide the trace of genuine surprise.

“Did you think I wouldn’t?” you asked.

“I wasn’t sure,” he said, honestly. “I wouldn’t have blamed you if you didn’t.”

You shrugged. “Like I said, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“Clearly.” A small, almost proud smile crossed his lips. You weren’t sure why, but you felt your heart beat a little faster at the sight of it.

“I was called to the museum is morning,” you said, deciding not to dwell on it. “Apparently there was a break in.”

“Oh, that’s a shame,” he said, innocently.

“And apparently whoever robbed us took quite a variety of items.”

He paused, in mock thought. “Well, it sounds to me whoever broke in was just grabbing all they could find. Not all that sophisticated. Some of the items will probably pop up on the art market sooner rather than later.”

A small bit of relief filled you. “Thank you. But don’t you mean, all of the items?”

“Some,” he emphasized. “That museum of yours is a minefield of mystical energy. I’m surprised something wasn’t brought to this world earlier.”

“Should we be worried?”

Strange shook his head. “Wong and I put a seal around the building. Even if something does come through, they won’t make it passed the perimeter.”

“You make it sound easy,” you joked.

“Trust me, it isn’t.”

You weren’t sure what to say to that. Luckily, it wasn’t required as Strange took a step down towards you.

“But, first things first. Let me give you the tour.”

There didn’t seem to be an end to it. Every time you thought you had covered every inch of the Sanctum, there was another door which lead to more doors, and rooms and places you either could or could not enter. It seemed impossible, and then you realized it probably was.

It was all so peculiar that rooms as simple as a kitchen or bedroom felt like out of place. You said as much to Strange, causing him to laugh.

“I’d say you get used to it, but you never really do. Luckily, this next room is nice sanctuary from it all.”

He led you down the hallway to a set of large double doors. He paused in front, turning to look at you over his shoulder. With a smirk, he pulled the doors open, revealing the largest personal library you had ever seen in your life.

You stepped into the room in awe. Shelves and shelves lined the walls with even more running down the length of the room. The only reason they stopped was for the large table in the center. There were already a stack of books and paper littering its surface illuminated by a source, you couldn’t place.

“Impressed?” Strange asked.

You glanced at him to see he was looking at you with an amused expression. Under normal circumstances, you would have been annoyed, but you were too enraptured to care.

“This place has everything, doesn’t it?”

“Not everything,” he admitted, with a shrug. “There are some books you can only read in Kamar-taj. It would also be best to practice your spell casting there as well.”

You creased your brow in confusion. “Kamar-taj? Where’s that?”

“Tibet.”

“Tibet?”

He nodded, stepping out of the room and back down the hallway. You stood there for a moment in shock, before finally gaining your senses and following after him.

“Doctor Strange, I hope you’re not suggesting what I think you’re suggesting.”

“I am.”

“But…” You choked on all the words you wanted to say. How could he just say “Tibet” so casually like it was taking a day trip to the country?

“Doctor, I can’t just go to Tibet.”

“Why not? You said, you wanted to learn.”

He stepped through another set of doors. You followed after him, barely noticing the small pillar in the center of the room until you almost ran into it.

“And you said I couldn’t if it interfered with my studies here. Do you know how much a plane ride cost?”

“Eight-hundred and seventy-two dollars one way,” he answered.

“Exactly!”

“Trust me, money won’t be a problem.” He stepped through another door, this time leading into another library. It was just as big as the last one, but the shelves were much older, and not as highly staked. For a moment, you wondered where he could be leading you, but the immediate concern of Tibet, quickly shoved the thought to the back of your mind.

“Maybe not for you, but it is for me,” you said.

“What happened to not being able to afford to be broke?” he teased.

“That’s living New York, not gathering frequent flyer miles to Tibet!”

He didn’t say anything, continuing to lead on until you were upon another set of doors.

“I just don’t see why I can’t just study at home,” you insisted.

“Why would you want to go home?” he asked. “You’re already here.”

“What?”

He shot you a sideways smile before placing a hand on the doorknob and opening the door.

If the library had impressed you, this left you in awe.

A stone courtyard lay before you opening up into a sparling compound designed with intricately carved wooden pillars, stone statues, and tiered rooftops. In the distance, you could see the tops of mountains surrounding you on all sides. An assortment of people ranging in age and nationality wandered through, dressed in red robes, similar to Strange. Some were simply walking buy, talking with scrolls under their arms. A group on the far end were sparing while others were practicing, what you could only presume as spells.

You stepped down feeling a chill run up your spine. The air was cool and clean, a far cry from the clustered mugginess of New York. This wasn’t an illusion. You were just in New York, and now, you were somewhere else.

Slowly, you turned to Strange.

“This is Kamar-taj, isn’t it?”

He nodded, with that same bemused expression on his face. You weren’t sure if it was from seeing you off balance, or if this was his way of showing off. Either way, you couldn’t really be that mad about it.

You looked back at the courtyard as a smile spread across your face. “Y/N, you’re really not in Kansas anymore,” you said, softly.

“Understatement,” Strange said. He took a place beside you, looking out in the courtyard.

“Is everyone here a wizard too,” you asked.

“Master of the Mystic Arts,” he corrected, with only surface level annoyance. “And yes, most of them are, but some are training to be.”

“I didn’t realize there were so many.”

“Protecting the Earth is a full-time job, considering what else is out there.”

The image of fire, and the contorted limbs flashed into your mind. Dorgrath, the Unnamed One; they were just the tip of the iceberg. And something told you, they weren’t even the worst of it. A chill ran up your spine.

Evidently, Strange took notice, as his voice became uncharacteristically soft.

“You still can go back to Kansas,” he said. “It’s not too late.”

You turned to him, slightly taken aback by how close he actually was. His blue eyes gazed intently into yours, effectively conveying the sincerity of his words. Oddly enough, the concern so evident in his features only cemented your resolve.

“Not on your life Scarecrow.”

His lip twisted up to a slight smile at your words.

“Scarecrow?” he questioned.

“Either that or Glinda.” You shrugged. “And I’m not sure if you can pull off pink.”

“That’s…fair?”

You laughed lightly, before looking out into the courtyard once more. This morning you almost had a panic attack over possibly having to start your thesis over, and now you were signing on to fighting demons. Maybe you were going just a little mad after all.

“Where should we start Doctor or, should I call you Master Strange now?”

“Doctor is fine,” he assured. “Or if you’re really feeling crazy, you can even call me Stephen.”

“Whatever you say, Doctor.”

He rolled his eyes at your response, before nodding his head towards the sparing group.

“Let’s start with some basics. Have you ever taken a self-defense class?”

“Does fencing count?”

“No,” he said, tilting his head curiously. Fencing?”

You shrugged. “It was in grad school. Some of the Medieval history students thought it would be fun to form a club. I got pretty good with a broad sword.”

He nodded, looking just a little impressed by your answer.

“That, and I wanted to be a Jedi,” you said, with a half-smile.

“That checks out,” he said, dryly.

You chuckled lightly, as Strange grinned at your reaction.

“Shall we get started then, Ms. Y/L/N?” he asked.

“Lead the way Doctor Strange.”

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