#I currently have a massive headache and putting of my final due tomorrow
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Schools gonna be the end of me man-
But literally I’ve had no time to make a actual video for my YT or a actual drawing all of what I’ve been doing are doodles or sketches
Plus finals are like this week and next week so that’s gonna be funn-
good luck to all the other people out there also being hunted by school<3 I sent me best of luck!
bonus under the cut
#Schools trying to kill me#My art has literally just been doodles lately#I just wanna make funny turtle art man#I currently have a massive headache and putting of my final due tomorrow#And no I have not started it yet#Pro-crastinator#School sucks#Don’t do school kids but also do because education is important ok#School to to take a major chill pill my guy#My social life has been wreaked thanks school#This is a rant I’m sorry#Hopefully this is relatable tho-#k bye <3
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6/13/23-6/14/23
Yesterday (6/13) was a rough day. I didn't get a lot of sleep the night before because the baby was fussy. She also woke up every two hours to feed--since we got home from the hospital she has been able to go four hours between feedings at night and the early morning. Due to this, I was exhausted and had a massive headache all day. She remained fussy all day and was only comforted by being held or in the chest carrier.
I wore her all day, and I know some older moms would tell me to just let her cry it out. I cannot do that. To let a baby, especially a newborn, just "cry it out" is neglect. They go from being always warm, fed, and comfortable in utero to a cold world where they experience hunger, true sleepiness, and separation from the birth parent for the first time. That is traumatic for them. I will always choose to wear my baby for her comfort even if it means I don't get to nap or be as productive as I want. I'm her safe place and she's "new here" (as my foster child says!), she needs to feel safe. However, the headache, sleep deprivation, and inability to be as productive as I would have liked did leave me feeling less than. My pump finally came in though! I was able to actually start pumping for real, up until yesterday I was using a hand pump and that was difficult. I'm pumping in order to build a backlog of breast milk for my baby when I go back to work in August. I was very happy to receive my pump. We also finally found lullabies that help put our newborn to sleep! I recommend JJ Heller's "I Dream of You" albums! We found them on Spotify.
Last night ended in bad thunderstorms and hail, leaving me up with intrusive thoughts of what to do if our house flooded and if a tornado would occur if--it would be safe to take our not even one-month-old to the storm shelter.
However, my foster child is still loving day camp and that's a huge blessing. I'm also enjoying packing their lunches for it, it brings me a lot of joy. These are the aspects of motherhood I find the most fulfilling--packing lunches, cooking for my family, and my baby snuggles.
This morning (6/14) has been better! The baby's sleep sack came in, traditional swaddling wasn't helping. She always broke free and then was upset and couldn't sleep as well. So, I'm currently doing some of her laundry to wash the sleep sack for use tonight. We've also done two small bursts of tummy time (three minutes on my chest) and pumped some already! After this post goes up I'm going to get back to some online work I'm doing to prepare for August so I'm not going back completely blind. I also decided that I do want to get a haircut to feel more like an individual and not just a mom. I'm thinking of a classic shag cut for sure!
There is still the threat of storms and tornados this afternoon into the evening and night, so I packed a go bag in case the storm shelter becomes necessary. I'll just keep her in the wrap on me so no one can get close to her.
I hope that anyone who sees this is having a good day and is reminded that they aren't alone. Motherhood can feel isolating and draining, but we are not alone. We are all in this together. Every time you are alone feeding your baby, up late trying to put them down, or when you have to fight for a boundary from an older kid--a bunch of other moms are doing the same. You've got this mama, we all do.
Until tomorrow, stay safe!
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clairvoyant. (m) part seven.
masterlist.
pairing: taehyung x reader (briefly) jungkook x reader
word count: 15k+ damn my bad
warnings: nsfw, spanking, dirty talk, unprotected sex (dont do this) but otherwise pretty tame at the end
authors note: i know i said this would go up monday but im clearly a liar i stayed up late last night writing this and it’s partially edited so if something looks fucked up dont come for me :( ill edit it later i just wanted to get it up lmfao im thinking another chapter left, maybe 2 anyways lmk what u think
Its Monday afternoon and you’re sat at your desk at work, your fingers mindlessly tapping on your mousepad as you retouch a portrait on your desktop. To be honest, you weren’t really paying it any attention, your mind kept drifting over to the text Jungkook had sent you the other night while he was drunk. Sure he had asked you to help him get his dick wet and a part of you knows he meant help as in_ help me find someone new_ but the perverted side of you hoped he meant help as in let me fuck you.
“Okay, unless you’re trying to make her skin look like plastic you need to ease off.”
Your hands jump at Yoongi’s voice and you realize the monstrosity you created on the models face, wincing as you delete the layer entirely to start over.
“Oops, thanks.” Yoongi just laughs, resting his arm on your shoulder and slouching over your seated frame as you resume editing with a slightly clearer head.
“Did you sleep okay last night?” He had been watching you during your entire shift together, today was an easier day, only slight organizing and retouching being the things on the to-do list but you had been very spacey. You were misnaming files and not being able to find them on the desktop, forgetting basic commands on photoshop that were second nature to you and you had mistakenly put coffee grounds instead of instant coffee in Yoongis morning cup and hadn’t realized.
Your hand came up to scratch your temple as you thought back to yesterday, waking up at three in the afternoon hungover as fuck in Jimin’s bedroom. Both of you had managed to go to sleep in the same exact clothes you went out in and your body was stiff which lead you to believe whatever sleeping position you chose had been very unfortunate.
Both of your phones had died in the middle of the night since the pair of you had been way to drunk to even think of plugging them in and when Jimin finally waltzed in from the bathroom, his hair damp from the shower, he suggested going out to eat so you let your phone remain dead in your pocket as you went about your day. You were blissfully unaware of Jungkook’s text sitting pretty in your inbox.
In turn Jungkook was sat in his own bed, a massive headache pounding so hard he swore his eyes were vibrating from the force. He remembered the text, hell he remembered jacking off in the shower before sending said text. So when he was finally able to sit up without wanting to vomit he was expecting his phone to have a notification from you, your typical response backed with a handful of suggestive emojis because you knew it made him blush.
But when there was nothing he felt his eyebrows furrow together, his finger locking his phone and tossing it beside him in bed as he lay back down. Had he crossed a line? His message was tame enough to leave it open to interpretation but Jungkook knew how he meant it when he sent it, he may have been high off his orgasm but he knew.
He continued to lay in bed for the majority of the day, only leaving to go to the cafeteria with Taehyung once he finally awoke, equally as hungover. He ate as much as he could stomach, not accustomed to hangovers that left his stomach feeling queasy. Unlike you who was currently stuffing as many breadsticks in your mouth as you could in the restaurant you and Jimin occupied, only leaving once your stomach was at capacity. You didn’t get a chance to see Jungkook’s text until eight o’clock that night and when you did see it your mind first went to sex. Jungkook was asking you for sex.
Sort of.
Slapping perverted thoughts from your head you responded with a simple of course i’ll help you. Leaving it at that, you knew he had sent you the first text while wasted so you were giving him the benefit of the doubt.
Those cursed perverted thoughts haunted your dreams though, images of you riding a shy Jungkook on your bed until he came noisily playing over and over and over you were surprised you hadn’t woken up with your underwear covered in remnants of an orgasm.
You hadn’t slept well at all.
You tell Yoongi this with a tight lipped smile and he nods sympathetically, “What are you doing after this?”
Looking at the clock you see there is twenty minutes left before the end of your shift, Taehyung had already messaged you earlier in the day asking to hang out and whether that meant actually hanging out or hanging out you weren’t sure but either way was fine with you. You needed a distraction to help you stop seeing the image of Jungkook cumming replaying in your mind.
“I’m seeing Tae.”
You don’t look up to see Yoongi’s reaction, not wanting to see any facial expression of judgment when you mention Taehyung’s name. Thankfully he only hums in response, watching you save your current file and start to shut down the computer and going to his own workstation to start doing the same.
When the time comes to leave you say your goodbyes, Yoongi getting into an uber to head to Jimin’s, telling you if you wanted to join them after you were done with Taehyung you were more than welcome. You hug him and tell him you’ll think about it before hopping onto the bus and heading back to campus.
The weather was getting colder in the day, its nearing the end of the first week of October and the fallen leaves decorating the sidewalks made that obvious. Once you hop off on campus you take note of the flyers plastered on bulletin boards, big posters taped on the sides of the buildings to announce the various Halloween themed events going on and you grin at all the activities that you love. This was always your favorite time of year.
As you trek your way into the boys dorm you greet Baekhyun at the front desk before entering the elevator with your phone in your hand. Your eyes are downcast as you scroll through your campus portal, skimming through the various assignments you had due this month and starting to feel the small tingles of stress creep up on you.
The elevator dings and you step out, your fingers tapping on an assignment due later tonight. Your eyes are glued to your device so you don’t notice Jungkook stood a few feet away, frozen in spot as he sees you. It’s not until you’re about to run into him that his shadow snaps you out of your daze, your eyes flicking up, “Oh, Jungkook!” You throw him a charming smile as you wrap your arms around him in greeting.
Jungkook relaxes when he feels your embrace, the nerves he’s felt since sending you that text vanish, his own arms wrapping around your body with a gentle squeeze. “Hey Y/N, what are you doing here?”
In retrospect he knows what you’re doing here but he needs to hear you say it. He needs to remind himself that you’re not here to see him to fulfill any sick desires he has.
You pull back still smiling, slipping your phone into your back pocket to give him your full attention. “Taehyung text me wanting to hang out so,” you spread your arms out widely, “here I am.”
He can only grin at that, of course you weren’t here to see him. You were here to see Taehyung. The man you fucked. Constantly. Not him.
You take note of his appearance, a giant black hoodie swallowing his frame and his school bag draped over his shoulder, “Are you heading out somewhere?” You speak again when he says nothing in response.
“Yeah, just to a study group at the library.” His eyes give you another once over, he wants to keep talking to you but it’s clear you have other things to get to, “I don’t want you to keep Tae waiting so I’ll be off.” He shoves his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie with a small smile and steps around you awkwardly.
You can only mutter out a small okay because he’s acting a little strange but thats typically how Jungkook acts. He’s relatively shy, only speaking when spoken to and whenever he has bouts of confidence where he jokes and laughs and says things you’d never imagine him saying it only lasts for a moment before he’s back to shy Jungkook.
You wave at him and continue walking down the hallway to Taehyung’s room. Jungkook manages to take two steps towards the elevator before stopping and turning back around, “Y/N!” He shouts, flinching a little at his own voice and cringing when he sees you jump for a second, turning around with a curious face. “Do you think we could hang out soon? Like…” he rummages in his brain as he thinks of something else to say, “maybe after all our classes tomorrow?”
You think for a moment, you have a few classes after the creative writing class you share with him and another work shift right after so that won’t work. “I can’t tomorrow but after classes on Friday I’m free.” Jungkook doesn’t even think about his schedule, shouting out that Friday works for him as well and now your beaming smile is back and Jungkook can feel his stupid heart skip a beat at the sight.
Now he can finally leave in peace, a small pep in his step as he enters the elevator but that doesn’t stop him from aggressively jabbing his finger against the close door button so he doesn’t have to see you walk into Tae’s room.
Luckily the week passes by quickly, Jungkook had nerves bubbling up in his stomach the entire time. It wasn’t like he had never hung out with you one on one, you guys usually hung out during the free period you had after your shared class but it was something that was sort of routine. This time he had explicitly asked to hang out, he wasn’t sure why that felt so different but it did so as his professor recites his final sentences Jungkook is totally zoned out, only coming back when he hears he’s dismissed. And then hes shooting up out of his seat, throwing his backpack over his shoulders and speed walking out of the building and onto the quad.
He passes the stupid cafe and ducks his head, walking even faster to avoid the possibility of Jisoo spotting him through the giant windows. When he feels he can no longer be spotted he lets out a breath, his shoulders relaxing and his pace slowing down. That gross feeling he had in his chest after Jisoo had slammed the door in his face hadn’t gone away, he still felt like he had done something horrible even though he knows he hadn’t but the small glares Jisoo would send him whenever she would spot him on campus just made that feeling linger.
He was counting down the days she would graduate, or at least until she’d set her eyes on someone else because he wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. She hadn’t resorted to shouting things at him or anything too out of pocket but it was clear to Jungkook that she was telling her circle of friends that he had done something despicable and they were telling their friends. The whispers and small huddling that would happen when he would pass them on campus or in the rare occurrence that they shared a class made that obvious. He hated it.
Once he finally makes it into the girl’s dorm Joy greets him with a smile and he tries his best to return it. Letting her simple question erase the worries in his mind, “Are you going to the bonfire tonight?”
He grabs his id back from her and looks up with a nod, that was actually what he was going to suggest the two of you do. He had seen the abundance of posters around campus advertising the event and it sounded like fun. “Yeah actually, I’ve never been.”
Joy smiles with a clap of her hands, knowing it’s his first year at this school, “It’s a good time, lots of snacks and someone always finds a way to sneak booze in. You guys will like it.” She refers to you when she says that, already knowing thats who Jungkook was here to see. Jungkook can feel someone behind him so he shuffles away to let the person sign in, waving at Joy as he makes his way up to your room.
The hallways of your floor are covered in fake spiderwebs, skeletons draped over some girl’s doors while others had plastered colored paper and drawn up their own version of spooky designs that reminded him of his years in elementary school. It was cute and honestly the boy’s dorms could take some notes because the only decoration they currently had was a skeleton sitting on one of the toilets in the bathroom.
As he stands in front of your door he takes note of the white board you and Wendy have hung up and he laughs softly when he sees whats written on it. In red marker it says *dracula voice* we want to suck your blood with some poorly drawn fangs underneath it and in the corner beside it the word dick is written with an obnoxious arrow coming up to point at the word blood to replace it.
His knuckles knock on your room door, hearing shuffling from behind it and some laughter before it’s thrown open and you’re greeting him with a smile, “Hey Jungkook.” Your lips shimmer back thanks to the clear lipgloss you’re currently wearing and his eyes zero in on them.
“Hey.” He mumbles out and you catch his eyes giving you a once over, finally making eye contact when you step to the side to let him in. He steps into the room and notices that you and your roommate must really love this holiday because you both have decked it out in halloween decorations. There’s a giant spiderweb rug in the center of the floor between your beds and a string of bat fairy lights hung behind your beds where you pinned more polaroids onto it. Theres a soft orange glow that fills the room and he notices you two have even gone as far as sticking led tape to the ceiling for the ambiance.
“Love the commitment.”
You chuckle, pointing over to your roommate with a smile, “She’s a slut for halloween and so am I so we had to. It’s not fully finished yet, we gotta grab some more stuff don’t we?”
When he looks over at Wendy’s side he spots her sat on her bed as she ties her shoes, “You bet your ass we do, I’m thinking we need different curtains or maybe a full on skeleton like Yeri has hung on her door.”
Jungkook can’t imagine how much more effort you two could put into your room but the determination set on Wendy’s face shows that she’s not joking. “Alright I’m off to go be a slave to the systems of education, pray I make it through this four hour lecture.” You laugh and clasp your hands in faux prayer, laughing harder when she rolls her eyes at you with a smile, telling you and Jungkook goodbye and dragging her feet like a child as she leaves.
“What did you wanna do today?” You ask him as you go back to your mirror to finish fixing your hair up. Jungkook sets his bag on the floor beside your bed, rolling his shoulders as he sits on it and shuffles backwards until he feels the cool of the wall against his back.
“There’s that rooftop bonfire happening later on, I was thinking maybe we could go to that?”
Your face perks up when he mentions that, immediately saying it was a good idea. That yearly bonfire was always the best, last year they had managed to bring up a giant blow up projector and played some classic halloween movies while everyone sat around the bonfire and made s’mores. Jin had snuck in a few flasks full of vodka so you and your group had been nice and drunk, bundled up in blankets while Hocus Pocus played.
“That actually sounds perfect, did you wanna head down to the store to grab some stuff?” Your attention was back on the mirror, your fingers coming to wipe at the corners of your mouth to fix any smudges of your gloss so Jungkook felt like he could stare at you and not get caught. You had your hair in messy waves, one side tucked behind your ear as you leaned forward and the cropped grey crewneck you had on wasn’t going to do much to protect you from the cold but it was obvious the outfit was for purely aesthetic purposes.
“Sure, lets go.”
The both of you head back out onto campus, two reusable bags in your hand to help you carry whatever you decide to buy. The bonfire usually had enough snacks for everyone but it was always good to go out and buy stuff you knew you liked as a safety net. The walk was nice, the sun had finally set, the last remaining hues of purple peeking away behind the buildings, allowing the floor lights to illuminate the path you were walking on.
Jungkook seemed to be out of his usual shy shell, his hands flailing around as he talked to you about the project he was working on in his intro to ceramics class. He swore he had no talent in it and was only taking it since he needed the units the class came with but you found it hard to believe since the photos he would post online said otherwise.
“You’re so full of shit.”
His mouth dropped open, his arms freezing in the position they were currently in as he tried to show you the motions of making a mug, “I swear. I’m gonna make you a mug and it’s gonna be the ugliest thing you’ve ever seen and you’re gonna have to love it because you doubted me.”
That just makes you laugh and he smiles down at you, “I’d love that, make it extra big too. Big enough so I can pour two cups of coffee in it and I’ll treasure it forever, no matter how ugly it is.”
He nods in thought, his lips pursed together because he was definitely gonna do that now. He really wasn’t the worst at ceramics but now he was determined to make you a half decent mug to drink your morning coffee. “Deal, give me a week.” He pulled the door open for the store and let you slip in first, the bells dinging up ahead to notify the worker of your presence.
You went for the chips, stuffing two bags of spicy tteokbokki chips into your bag as your first choice. Jungkook roams over to the sweets, grabbing a few of the chocopie for himself, calling your name out as he holds one up and when you nod he grabs a few more for you as well. It takes you both a few minutes to raid the shelves, huddling in a corner with the bag pulled apart to inspect the damage, “Is this enough?”
Jungkook hums as his eyes scan the contents, spicy chips, seaweed crisps, chocopies, some sausages, two small containers of banana milk for himself and a few cans of sparkling soju crammed at the bottom for you two to conceal. This seemed like enough, and you kept saying there would be more options once you got there so he didn’t think you should load up on too much. “Yeah, I think we’re good.”
Satisfied, you pay for your goods and make your way back to your building where the event would take place. You hop into the elevator and click the very top floor, he could see your big smile in the reflection, your feet tapping excitedly and he feels a smile spreading on his own face, happy that he chose an activity that made you this giddy.
When the doors open to the roof you step out onto the hallway and walk up three steps through the doors that lead to roof access. Jungkook had no idea either of the dorm buildings even had roof access so he’s amazed at that fact alone. The entire perimeter is blocked up by a cement border to prevent anyone from falling off, a plethora of plants covering it up to make it look more pleasing to the eye. Right in the middle of it all was the bonfire, thin and long and already lit up with people sat on the surrounding couch.
Besides that were a handful of bean bags and comfy chairs in case there wasn’t enough seating on the couch and if that wasn’t enough either there was a giant space open up in front of the blow up projector for anyone to lay a comfy blanket down to chill.
The snack and beverage table was placed to the left which was where you were currently dragging Jungkook to. You pulled out a few of the treats you had bought to leave them for anyone to enjoy and Jungkook couldn’t resist grabbing a piece of chocolate that was meant for the s’mores, letting the candy melt in his mouth as his eyes roamed the place some more.
“Hey, isn’t that Jimin?” He spoke slowly, not wanting the melted candy to drool out of his mouth. You were munching on a cinnamon cracker, your head turning to where he was pointing and low and behold it was Jimin. He was currently sat on the grey couch in front of the fire right next to a girl you recognized as Chaeyoung, she was holding a marshmallow on top of the fire, laughing as Jimin surely teased her for burning it.
“Yeah it is.” You smiled to yourself, seeing your best friend behaving uncharacteristically flirty, accepting a bite of the slightly burnt marshmallow smushed between the chocolate and crackers in Chaeyoung’s hands, licking his lips and plucking the snack out of her grasp to feed her the rest of it.
Jungkook walked towards them, seeing a few empty spots to their left on the smaller couch by the fire, he noticed the metal basket by the couch containing blankets so he snagged one out before he took a seat, handing it to you when you sat beside him.
“Y/N, Jungkook!” Jimin notices you two the second you sit down, popping the tip of his finger into his mouth to lick away the sticky residue from it.
“Hey, I didn’t think you’d be here.” You tease him, setting your bag in front of you and Jungkook and draping the blanket over the both of your laps for some added warmth.
“I wasn’t going to but this one,” he drapes his arm over Chaeyoung and she blushes at his display of affection, covering up a side of her face, “convinced me to come. Something about them playing The Lost Boys.”
She looked up at him and smiled, “It’s my all time favorite movie, I can’t believe you’ve never seen it.” Jimin just shrugs, a teasing smirk on his face and you wanna scream at how cute hes acting but you really don’t want to embarrass him. Park Jimim was not one for dates or romantics so seeing him on what could arguably be described as a date blind sided you.
“Oh, I’m Chaeyoung by the way.” She leans out of his embrace and reaches over with an extended hand. You lean over Jungkook to reach it, a giggly handshake being exchanged between you two, “Y/N. You’re a third year right? Political science major?”
“Yes, I am! I saw your photography exhibit by the way, super amazing.” Your hands come up to cup your cheeks at her compliment, suddenly feeling like you two are drunk strangers at a bar ready to spit compliment after compliment at each other.
“And you’re Jungkook right?” She speaks again, sitting back in her seat as she stares at him with an unreadable expression and you can feel Jungkook tense up slightly at being recognized because how the fuck would a third year know who he was. He wasn’t a social butterfly at all, he only knew you and your group and his other small group of friends that he studied with.
“Oh, yeah I am.” Jungkook reaches his own hand out to greet her and she does the same. Pulling her hand back after a moment and crossing her leg over the other in thought, “Weren’t you just dating Jisoo?”
There it is. Of course thats how she would know who he was. And that only proved his suspicion that Jisoo was spreading his name around.
She had a defensive cast over her gaze, her eyes boring into Jungkook to analyze him. It clicked instantly that Chaeyoung and Jisoo were best friends so theres no doubt that right now Chaeyoung is ready to chew Jungkook out for being what she thinks is a dirtbag.
You can see how wide Jungkooks eyes get at her question, readjusting himself on the couch while his mind sorts through any possible answer he can give her. How could he clear his name without sounding like the jerk she thinks he currently is?
“Uhm,” his eyes drift over to her for a moment and when he sees her unwavering gaze he looks at Jimin instead, seeing him with his lips pressed in a firm line, “we just went to dinner and the art exhibit. We weren’t dating.”
Chaeyoung’s look softens at that, his answer being a stark contrast to what Jisoo had told her. She had said Jungkook had made her his girlfriend and went on this amazing date and when she didn’t put out he told her they weren’t dating.
Jungkook continues to ramble, thinking that answer doesn’t satisfy her, “Jisoo’s a sweet girl, don’t get me wrong. We just weren’t compatible so it was best if we…moved on?”
Your hand comes up to pat his thigh on top of the blanket, comforting him slightly because you can see how nervous he got. His own hand comes down on top of yours, fingers gently wrapping around it and giving it a squeeze.
“Totally fair,” Chaeyoung finally speaks, “just wanted to make sure you didn’t dump my friend and quickly moved on with Y/N.” Her eyes flicker over to your hands and then up to you with a smile. Jimin cleared his throat beside her, his own hands coming up to rub together to try to clear any awkward tension.
“Okay,” he starts, eyes coming down to look at the plastic bag set by your feet, “please tell me you brought any sort of alcohol.”
You lift your hand off Jungkook’s thigh, leaning forward to rummage through the bottom of your bag and pulling out colorful cans of soju. You wave two of them in your hands in offering, tossing them both to Jimin when he cheers obnoxiously, pulling out another two for you and Jungkook to enjoy.
The four of you crack open the cans, bringing them together in cheers to prepare to down the entire thing as fast as you could before anyone could possibly rat you out. You manage half of it before having to pull back, the carbonation in the drink burning your nose and throat more than the soju in it, “Fuck, why did you get these?” Jimin coughs, fingers coming up to rub at his nose.
“They look like soda cans, I was trying to be inconspicuous.” Jungkook laughs at your pained expression, setting his drink on the floor to get up and grab some of the snacks to make s’mores.
Chaeyoung raises her finished can in the air in victory, licking her lips with a slight grimace, “Done!” She crumples up the can for dramatic effect, you and Jimin staring at her in shock and then looking at each other to see who could finish the rest of their drink faster.
Jimin manages three more gulps until he pulls back again, “Nope,” he coughs, letting out a burp as he pounds onto his chest, “can’t do it.” You finish your own can, tossing it into the second reusable bag you brought thats not being occupied. Chaeyoung jokingly calls Jimin a baby, taking his own can to finish off herself.
When Jungkook returns with his snacks & two metal skewers they fall into their own conversation and Jungkook is thankful because even though Chaeyoung seems okay with him he still feels like if he says the wrong thing she’ll turn and call him a fuck boy or something of that nature.
You reach for a skewer, popping a fluffy marshmallow onto the top of it and leaning forward to reach the fire. He mimics your actions, the both of you giggling when he drops his hand too low and his marshmallow burns a little too hot for a moment.
“Do you like your marshmallows well done?” He asks you as he looks at your fluffy snack hovering over the fire way too low since you were focused on staring at his, a teasing grin on his face, “‘Cause that shit is charred.”
You gasp as you pull back your now black marshmallow, frantically blowing on it when you notice its now entirely burnt and Jungkook cant help but laugh at the frown on your face. He pulls his own perfectly toasted marshmallow up towards your face to mock you, only laughing harder when you bring your own burnt one up beside it to compare them.
“I can still salvage it.” You try to convince yourself, your fingers trying to scrape and pluck away the burnt edges but Jungkook knows as well as you do that it’s beyond repair. While you focus on your failed attempt Jungkook prepares his own s’more, putting two pieces of chocolate around the gooey marshmallow and sandwiching it between the cinnamon crackers.
When he brings it up to your face with a sweet smile the frown on your face deepens at the nice motion, you take a small bite of it and let out a sound of satisfaction when the sweetness hits your tongue, “So good!”
He motions for you to finish it but you just take it from him and force feed it back to him, your hand cupping his cheek to push his lips open and its not until he lets out another laugh that you’re able to pop the rest of the treat into his mouth with no resistance. His cheeks are puffed up and he has a bit of chocolate smeared around his lips, looking absolutely adorable and you really can’t stop yourself from cupping both of his cheeks like an annoying auntie and cooing at him which only makes his cheeks warm up, his mouth coming to life to munch away to get his cheeks to deflate again.
“Cute.”
The following week goes on like normal except for the fact that now you’re slammed with work and school, barely getting a moment to see any of your friends between the chaos of it all. Jungkook has a small moment where he thinks he did something wrong since you seemed to drop off the face of the earth after the bonfire. You had both had a great time, a small buzz coursing through you from the soju and you had convinced him to cram with you on the oversized bean bags to watch the movie playing but your lack of communication even after your shared class has him slightly worried.
He’s currently sat at his desk, fingers tapping on his laptops keyboard as he tried to finish the last 300 words needed for this essay. Taehyung is sat at his own desk and it’s not until he starts to groan and furiously key smash that Jungkook stops what he’s doing to turn around and check on his roommates mental health. “You okay?”
Taehyung groans with his cheek pressed against the buttons on his keyboard, a constant string of the letter f being typed onto his own essay, “Sorry.” He apologizes when he realizes how loud he’s being, “If this is way more information than you were looking for I don’t care, but I haven’t gotten laid in over a week so I’m dying.”
Jungkook just laughs at the vulgar behavior that just comes naturally to Taehyung, until he realizes that his roommates statement of recent celibacy means he hasn’t seen you either. Taehyung lifts his head up, his fingers coming up to scratch as his faded red hair, deciding he should get to work and stop distracting his roommate with information on his personal life.
The tapping continues and Jungkook slides his phone out to send you a text to see if you were doing okay since he wasn’t the only one who hadn’t seen you recently. He sets his phone down after pressing send, letting the screen stay lit up as he goes back to his work, his eyes constantly darting back to check for any sign of life on your end.
When it vibrates against the desk he peers over to read your response, saying that work and school were ending your social life along with a photo of your current view at work being a desktop lined up with photos you were sorting through, a few textbooks to the left of it to show you trying your best to multitask.
Yoongi looks up from his own spot, peering over his computer to watch you stop whatever it is you’re doing to grab your phone the second it vibrates, small giggles leaving your body as you banter back and forth with Jungkook for the remainder of your shift. Yoongi knows you’re a sucker, he’s just waiting for you to realize it too.
It’s not until nearly a week and a half later that you have a minute to spare, your time already being occupied by Taehyung since he had begged and pleaded for you to help him with his hair dilemma. He’s determined to be Kaneki from Tokyo Ghoul and desperately needs to bleach out the faded ass red form his hair while also tackling his roots.
You’re sat on his desk chair while he sits on the floor between your legs with a bowl of bleach being held in his hands. You have teeny tiny foils in his hair to focus on the red ends first, your hands coming down to dip the tint brush into the thick bleach to coat onto his hair and then securely fold up the foils. “I really hope this comes out.” You mumble out as you fold up the final piece of foil, placing the brush into the remaining bleach for later.
“Me too, that costume is the only thing holding my life together.”
He reaches over to set the bowl onto the desk beside the two of you, coming back to get comfortable again between your legs, “Whys that?”
He whips around dramatically, an exasperated look on his face, “Whys that?” He mocks, his fingers coming up to grip your thighs, “I haven’t fucked you in ages.” He whines out, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs harder. The foils on his head crinkle as he drops his face onto your stomach and you just roll your eyes at how he’s acting because it’s only been two weeks.
“You have a hand Taehyung.”
“It’s not the same!”
“Wow,” you laugh out, your hand coming up to awkwardly pat his tinfoil head, “I’ve just been overwhelmed with my current work load.” You explain your current situation, how all your professors were assigning massive projects back to back combined with the extra work at your job, it was taking its toll on you. You enjoy your classes and love your new job but you haven’t been able to catch a break lately.
“Let me help you ease your stress.” He mumbles out against the fabric of your shirt, his hands trailing up from their spot on your thighs up towards your center.
“I’m not fucking you while you have that shit in your hair.”
And just like that he deflates, his arms dropping like deadweight as he crumbles back to the floor like a child. “Fine.”
He stays in that same position, letting you pat your hand on his head as you both scrolled through your phones, only standing up after you had applied the bleach to his roots and deemed it ready to wash.
You make your way to the boys restroom, Taehyung shoving his head underneath the weak stream of water coming from the sink as you help him rinse the bleach from his hair. He stays with his head bowed forward, his eyes squeezed shut as you applied the purple toner you had mixed.
When you step away to rinse your hands he stands back up to stare at his reflection in the mirror, the skin around his hairline is red from irritation thanks to the bleach and the toner had turned a very scary shade of purple but he trusts you so he doesn’t panic.
“Just fifteen minutes max and then you’re good to go baby.” His eyes move to stare at you from the reflection, seeing you staring at him with a smile, he looks so cute with his hair balled up on top of his head, his eyes wide and curious.
“Then we can fuck?” Yup, and that cute innocent look is gone, but that tiny smile spreading on his face makes you crack, “Yes Tae, then we can fuck.”
So when the timer goes off Taehyung rips off his clothes, surely staining his shirt with the dye on his head but thats a problem for a later date, the shirt laying forgotten on the floor in the corner as he approaches the showers with his hand wrapped around your arm. “In here?” You shout out, your voice bouncing off the tiled room. It’s currently not occupied but you’re not sure how long that’s gonna last for.
“Why not? I don’t wanna wait any longer.” He shrugs, throwing open the shower curtain and letting out a loud scream when he comes face to face with that cursed skeleton everyone on his floor keeps moving around. You burst into laughter and he joins in, his hand clutching his chest to try to slow his heart beat. “Okay, that one’s occupied.” He closes the curtain and moves to the very last one instead.
You pick up his shirt and ball it up to toss it on the bench in front of the shower stall he chose. Your eyes roam the room again, seeing the coast was clear as Taehyung fidgets with the water temperature. He peeks back out to slip out of his sweats and boxers, wiggling his eyebrows as he kicks them to lay beneath the same bench his shirt was on. Your mind was made up, your hands lifting your shirt up and off of you, sliding down the comfy lounging shorts you have on and Taehyung groans when he notices you don’t have any underwear on.
“You knew this was gonna happen didn’t you?”
You kick your clothing over to join his, “Wishful thinking?” You respond with a smirk, squealing loudly when his arm wraps around your waist to drag you into the awaiting stall.
“Wash that off first!” You warn him, pushing his face away from yours. He sighs and crouches down, tilting his head back so you can help him rinse the toner out of his hair. When he’s all clean you pat his cheek, letting him stand up properly and tower over you. He’s giving you that half smirk, his body backing you up against the shower wall, his back successfully blocking the stream of the shower from you because he knows you’re really not trying to get your hair wet.
“You know, you look kinda hot with silver hair.” His eyebrows raise up at your statement, his head tilting slightly, “Kinda like-” You gasp when his fingers make contact with your waist, starting to trail them down, that teasing smirk still on his face as he waits for you to finish your sentence, “like a real life anime character.”
He hums, “Oh? Does that turn you on?”
You just nod, your teeth chewing on your bottom lip as you stared up at him. When his fingers pass your hips and dip down to part your lips his mouth opens up in fake shock, “Messy baby, you weren’t lying. You’re so wet already.”
The groan you let out hardly gets muffled by the noise of the shower but thats the last of your worries right now, your mind too focused on the feeling of his fingers gathering up your arousal, trailing up and down your slit teasingly, “I can’t help it, it’s been too long.” And he knows this, stepping even closer to lock your lips in a heated kiss, it’s been way too long.
He starts to circle his fingers around your entrance but you shake your head, your lips pulling back from his with a small gasp, “No, just fuck me please.” He rests his forehead against yours, his cock throbbing at how desperate your voice sounds. Something about how eager and hungry you always were for sex fueled him, always kept him wanting more.
“Whatever you want baby.” He plants a small kiss on your forehead as he places his hands on your waist, twirling you around and pressing your chest against the cold tile. Then theres a loud wet smack echoing from his palm connecting against your ass, another squeal being heard as a giggly but hushed sound of his name leaves your lips.
And as Jungkook stands at the sink, washing his hands after using the bathroom, he feels his heart stop. He had walked in a minute or so ago, hearing the sounds of a couple talking with the shower running and he knew they were gonna fuck because thats honestly a common occurrence but he didn’t know it was you.
The tap keeps running, his hands still stuck under it as his neck cranes to look to the far left where the shower section was. He sees the ball of clothes you two must have kicked off to the side. The white shower curtain being short enough to see the two pairs of feet in the shower and the position they were currently in made it glaringly obvious that Taehyung was pounding into you from behind and as if he needed more confirmation, you just moaned out for him to fuck you harder.
It was when another loud smack echoed out, mixed in with a grunt from Taehyung that he decided he needed to get the fuck out of there. So he did, not bothering to wipe his hands dry as he scurried away, his cheeks burning up and a mysterious feeling in his chest that he could feel spreading to the rest of his body. He never let you guys know what he had witnessed, not even when you both walked back into the room with your clothes clinging on to your still damp body.
The next time you see Jungkook is a few days later as you’re about to enter the cafe. You don’t speak to him because you spot him a few feet away, walking out of the arts building and in the direction of the schools cafeteria. It takes you a moment to even realize it’s him because his hair is no longer black and you have an inkling that Taehyung is the one that helped him with this.
You decide you’ll find him after you get your coffee and enter the shop. Instantly you spot Jisoo stood behind the cash register and she looks flustered when you make eye contact. Regardless you walk up to her and order a caramel macchiato, adding an americano to the mix since you plan on seeing Jungkook right after this anyways.
Jisoo raises her eyebrows when you order the americano, no doubt knowing its for Jungkook since thats always been his drink of choice here. “Thank you by the way.” She speaks up after you finish telling her your order.
Her comment catches you off guard, “Thank you for what?”
She scribbles on the cups before handing them off to her coworker to get started on. The cafe doesn’t currently have anyone else waiting to order so she stays at the register to chat. “For helping Jungkook with our date.”
You’re about to play stupid but she raised her hand to stop you, “Look, I know you’re the one who suggested both dates to him so thanks.” You’re stunned to silence, not really sure how you should respond but she keeps talking, “It’s just a shame isn’t it?”
“What is?” Your arms are now crossed defensively across your chest.
“That all boys want to do is get in your pants, no one likes romance anymore. I thought Jungkook was nice, goes to show all men are pigs.”
You don’t know why that irritates you as much as it does but you can’t stop yourself from snapping at her, “I’m sorry what exactly did Jungkook do to you that was so horrible?” That wasn’t the reaction she was hoping for, her eyes widening slightly at the sharp tone in your voice, “Because from what I know he took you on two very nice dates and you were the one that cornered him in your hallway, beyond ready to get into his pants without even speaking to him. Sounds like you’re the pig here Jisoo.”
Her face blanks, obviously not thinking you knew the details of the date. She was expecting to be able to spill whatever fake warning she had been telling all of her friends to stay away from Jungkook. “If he was truly as horrible as you’re making everyone believe he is he would’ve slept with you and left the second he got what he wanted.” At that moment her coworker came up with both drinks in hand and a grimace on his face at the interaction he had witnessed. You gripped them both and thanked him before walking out of there as fast as you could so you wouldn’t do something irrational.
Your face felt red, not from embarrassment but from holding in your anger. Jungkook didn’t deserve to have someone talk about him like this, he wasn’t a pig, he was the furthest from that. He was a very sweet gentleman who went out of his way to be as polite as he could. Jungkook was very much boyfriend material and it wasn’t fair that Jisoo could bad mouth him all she wanted because she was salty about being rejected.
You were marching down your campus, some of your drink was sloshing out of the opening in the lid, splashing onto your hand and burning the fuck out of it but it wasn’t processing in your mind as you entered the cafeteria and hoped Jungkook was still here.
You pause at the entryway to scan the room, it was full at this hour since most students came here after their 6pm class to catch a bite for dinner. Eyes roaming over each table you spot the new half blonde and half red hair that belongs to Jungkook, he’s sat next to two other boys all of them laughing and goofing off with their trays in front of them. And now you’re unsure if you should approach him, his back is towards you but one of his friends glances up and makes eye contact, offering you a weird smile. Jungkook notices and cranes around to see what the hell his friend is staring at, noticing you standing awkwardly with your two cups of coffee. You expect him to just give you a half assed greeting before he turns around but his smile gets bigger and he’s waving you over.
You shyly smile and make your way over, slipping between the occupied tables to sit in the spot beside Jungkook. “I uh, I saw you coming this way so I got you a coffee since you know.” You motion with your hands and he understands, he hadn’t had his favorite coffee in weeks because he had been avoiding the cafe like the plague.
“Thank you.” He accepts the cup and takes a gulp, exaggerating a moan to show how much he missed it. That makes his friends and you laugh as you mumble out a no problem, your hands cupping your own drink. At the thought of coffee he pauses, grabbing his bag and sorting through it to pull out the mug he promised you.
You gasp when he hands it over, its a slightly bumpy jumbo mug that he had glazed in black, the inside of the cup being glazed white with a small bat being put on the bottom. You flipped it over to analyze it some more, your thumb grazing over the engraving of his initials he put underneath it, “Oh my god, its perfect!”
Jungkooks friends see the way his ears redden the second he handed you the gift and they want to tease him but theyre scared of the beating they’ll get when you’re gone.
“It’s big enough for two cups.” It definitely is, it was deep and pretty wide. You would be putting it to use tomorrow when you needed a morning cup at work. Jungkook watches the way you stare at the mug like its your newest prized possession and he smiles, picking up his cup of coffee again to take a sip.
“Jisoos a bitch by the way.” You blurt out before you can help yourself and the entire table stays silent, your eyes wide in shock that you even said anything at all.
He holds the coffee cup by his lips, his eyebrows furrowed and the cutest pout on his lips, “What do you mean?”
You push your cup a little bit away from you, tugging your sweaters sleeves over your palms, “I mean she’s a bitch.” Point blank period. “When I ordered these she tried to take that opportunity to talk shit about you to me, called you a pig or something.” You fake disinterest, “So I went off on her.”
His friends holler at that, no doubt knowing what happened between him and Jisoo, one of them offers you a high five which you awkwardly accept. Jungkook just stares at you, in disbelief that Jisoo was trying to make him look bad to you of all people, but he was even more surprised that you had been so quick to defend him.
“You didn’t have to do that, but…I appreciate it.” You shrug, a small smile on your face which he reciprocates.
“Oh,” he puts the coffee down again and gestures towards his friends, “by the way, Y/N this is Mingyu and Eunwoo.” They greet you respectfully, Mingyu whispering something into Eunwoo’s ear before he nods and they both start snickering and then Jungkooks swiftly kicking one of their shins under the table, causing the cheap thing to shake.
You jump at the action and Jungkook glares at his friends before looking at you, “Sorry, weird spasm. Are you hungry?” He quickly changes the subject, desperately trying to get you away from his friends before they say some shit to embarrass him in front of you because he knows they will. They had been the ones subjected to the endless texts in the group chat where Jungkook went on mini rants that switched from trying to convince himself and his group that he did not have a crush on you to asking them for advice on how to best approach you.
At his question you realize you are in fact hungry so you get up with him and follow him to the food options, his now empty tray in hand, you grab a tray from the stack in the corner as you see what catches your eye. Jungkook reaches for the mozzarella sticks, plopping a good handful onto a plate and setting it on his tray with a smile. You copy his actions and grab another plate, putting a regular cheeseburger on it along with some fries. Since Jungkook had already had a burger before you got here he settles for a few chicken wings instead, grabbing a drink for himself and another for you when you motion that you want the same one.
“I like the hair by the way.” You finally speak when you’re both swiping your student cards.
He picks one hand up to ruffle his freshly dyed hair, the red and blonde strands falling slightly over his eyes, “Thanks, it’s for Halloween. I was just gonna spray paint it but Tae convinced me to dye it.”
Just as you figured, “Who are you going as, Todoroki?”
He nods quickly, his face showing his obvious excitement, “Yes! Thats exactly who I’m supposed to be. Have you thought of your costume yet?”
With both trays in hand you start the walk back to the table, “Yeah not as nerdy as yours and Tae’s but close enough.” You tease him, not aware of the stares Jungkooks friends were currently giving you two, “I’m dressing up as Raven from Teen Titans.”
He gulps at that, Raven’s costume wasn’t down right in your face sexy but something about you being in a tight black leotard with your legs bare and a cape covering you up has Jungkook’s weeb ass sweating.
And he didn’t have to wait long to see it since Halloween landed on the upcoming Saturday. All of you were gathered at Jimin’s apartment, all in full nerd gear with shot glasses in hand. The party was being held at one of his friends places which meant expensive booze and a nice house, a drastic change from the dirty parties at the delta fucking whatevers so needless to say you guys were all pumped.
It was currently 10:30 at night and you were about to order a few ubers to head over, your body was buzzing from the two shots you’ve taken, enough to loosen you up.
Jimin is currently dressed in full Joker attire, the new version, his blonde hair is temporarily dyed green with paste, slicked back off of his face and it kills you that hes able to rock any look. “You’re the bane of my existence.”
He has his hand wrapped around you with a smile, raising his eyebrows and making the painted red ones lift up too, “It’s not my fault I was blessed with beautiful genes.” You just roll your eyes, declining the third shot he hands you and he just shrugs and takes it instead, keeping his arm around you as he grimaces and slams the shot glass down on the counter in front of you two.
Jungkook is sat on the couch in the living room beside Yoongi who’s dressed liked Naruto and you finally realize what a giant bunch of losers you and your friends are. Namjoon is stood over by the record player that has music filling up the room, dressed up as Gudetama in a comfortable looking onesie, beside him is Jin and his girlfriend Arang who are dressed in matching pumpkin costumes looking adorable as ever. Hoseok is stood next to Taehyung by the liquor bottle a few feet away from you and Jimin, dressed like an inmate, a pair of handcuffs wrapped around one single wrist for show.
Your eyes move back to Jungkook, he’s decked out in full Todoroki gear, a blue tracksuit on with the white accents and belt, even similar boots and the damn burn on his face to finish it off. The way hes sat on the couch with his legs spread out is like an open invitation to be sat on, you always forget how buff Jungkook is but seeing his thick muscles pulling the fabric taut around his thighs is making your mouth water.
“I knew it.” Jimin whispers in your ear when he catches you staring at the younger boy.
“What are you talking about?”
“You are into him, Yoongi mentioned it to me and I noticed it a while back but I didn’t believe it.”
You trust Jimin, he’s undoubtedly your best friend but you’re not ready to admit to feelings you aren’t even sure you fully have yet so you shrug indifferently, “Honestly, I’m just admiring his juicy ass thighs.”
He peers over and stares at them as well, humming in appreciation, “Well you’re not wrong.”
Taehyung pours himself another shot, letting it overflow a bit as he watches you and Jimin staring at Jungkook. He has his Kaneki face mask partially tugged down to not interfere with his ability to get hammered so the weird grimace he sports is visible for anyone to see. He got it, Jungkook was attractive and muscular and Taehyung had offered to help dye his hair for his costume in hopes that it would land him a chick tonight so he’d back off of you but his plan seems to be backfiring on him.
Taehyung hates that he feels the jealousy blooming in him when he sees you walk over to Jungkook, offering him a shot with a grin, sitting down beside him and laughing at the way he crinkles his nose. He swears he doesn’t feel jealous because he likes you deeper than the current arrangement you both have, its just that stupid territorial mindset he never fully grew out of taking over. He was currently still sober enough which is why he was trying so hard to squish it down, thats all it was.
He knows if you turned around and decided to stop sleeping with him and moved on to Jungkook for that or even a relationship he wouldn’t fight you on it because you could do whatever you wanted but he was hoping what you two had would have lasted longer than a few months and you wouldn’t be setting your sights on his roommate of all people or at least had the decency to tell him. Its not until Hoseok swats his arm, giving him a weird glare, that he snaps him out of blatantly staring at you and Jungkook.
When the ubers finally come you all split up to make yourselves fit into them, Taehyung lucking out and getting stuck in the uber you, Jungkook, and Jimin were in, leaving you sandwiched between him and Jungkook in the back row while Jimin occupied the passengers seat. Taehyung is tense in his seat and you can feel it, his hands clenched and resting on his lap as he stares out the window, counting down the seconds until you all pull up in front of the giant house party.
“It’s my friend Taemin’s house, he’s honestly probably hammered already.” Jimin says once your whole group is gathered on the front lawn. He takes the lead and walks up the path laid out, opening the door to enter the booming house, loud house music being blasted from the giant speakers in the corners.
“Holy shit.” Namjoon speaks out, his eyes taking in how enormous the house was. The ceilings were stupid high, an expensive looking chandelier being the main focus in the current room but it was clear the home owner didn’t pay it much attention considering the shiny diamonds were currently covered in those fake cobwebs.
“How many people are even here?” Arang speaks up as you all make your way deeper into the house. The place is swarming with people, all in their own costumes and you don’t believe that Taemin even knows everyone here.
“Probably a few hundred people, a thousand if he’s fucking insane.” Jimin laughs, his hand coming up to point across the room as he finally spots Taemin in the second living room area he had. He was sat on the couch, looking pretty drunk but the second he spotted Jimin he sprung up and met him halfway in a clumsy hug.
“Thanks for coming out you guys.” He speaks up like he actually knows who you all are even though you’re all strangers, “Feel free to drink whatever you want, theres no rules just please don’t break my shit. Theres also a costume contest happening at midnight with some cash prizes.” When he finishes his little host speech he bows dramatically before someone else calls out for him and he’s gone.
You and your friends don’t need to be told twice, instantly gravitating towards the drinks to get as drunk as everyone else seemed to already be. The array of pricey liquor has you wanting to cry, you absolutely loved the rich for this reason only. The one thing you’re all good at is getting absolutely sauced so it doesn’t take long for you guys to catch up.
Little by little everyone slowly splitting up when the night progresses, there was too much going on in all the different areas of the house, along with who knows what happening in the backyard but you’re pretty sure theres a pool out there, something you would definitely be avoiding because it was freezing.
Hoseok and you end up together as you usually do, being designated party buddies. You’re stood at the back of a room thats currently having a very drunk karaoke concert going on, a very dramatic rendition of Dont Stop Believing being the song of choice and you’re both clapping your hands anc cheering along when the six foot tall Ash Ketchum goes out of his way to make his own adlibs.
You tell Hoseok you’ll be right back as you venture back out of the room to go grab another mixed drink. On your way there you spot Jungkook sat on the couch beside Namjoon, a very pretty girl stood beside him, trying her best to get his attention but he’s either not interested or completely oblivious to her advances because he brushes her off and starts a conversation with Namjoon instead. You’re pouring your drink into your cup when the girl walks away from him with a roll of her eyes, saying something to her waiting group of friends before they all make their way outside.
Just as you’re about to go over to him Taehyung pops up on your left, slinging his arm over you in the sloppy way that lets you know he’s been throwing back way more shots than you have. “Can I ask you something?” He slurs into your ear, choosing to stand in front of you, putting you between him and the counter behind you.
“Sure.” You say as you take a sip of your strong drink, your eyes looking up at him and seeing them glazed over, a hint of uncertainty in them.
He looks down at the floor for a moment before looking back up at you, the three tequila shots he just took minutes ago doing nothing to stop him from squishing down his emotions now, “Are you fucking Jungkook?”
You quickly swallow the liquid in your mouth so you don’t spit it out, your face showing how absurd you think his question is, “What? No?”
Taehyung narrows his eyes at you, not entirely believing you because of how you two have been acting recently, he sees the way Jungkook acts whenever you text him and he knew you two had started to hang out more on your own. And he would’ve thought it was a normal hang out until Jimin had uploaded a video of the bonfire and he had seen you two making cutesy eyes at each other as you fed him a s’more.
You can see the gears turning in his head but you speak up again before he has a chance to say some stupid shit, “How drunk are you?”
“Drunk enough!” He shouts back and thats confirmation enough for you to know that whatever conversation he thinks he wants to have right now will have to wait.
“Okay you weirdo, get a grip please and back off.” His current attitude was getting on your nerves only because it’s something you’re not used to dealing with when it came to him. Even though you’re half kidding at your statement there’s still some truth to it and he hears it loud and clear, stepping back like a toddler and giving you some space. He mumbles something out about going to find Jimin but you don’t pay it any mind, just nodding along as you drink more of your concoction and go back to join Hoseok in the karaoke room again.
Another hour passes, a few minutes shy of midnight so you know the costume contest will be taking place soon. You and Hoseok have drifted away from each other, him deciding to go join the dance floor at the front of the house where as you find yourself watching an intense game of guitar hero being played. The giant flat screen lets any onlooker clearly see the battle happening and you don’t notice Jungkook beside you until he’s nudging you with his hip, a goofy smile on his face when you stumble over slightly.
“You really suit this character.” He’s standing there with his arms crossed and for one of the first times since you’ve known him he has this very confident aura coming from him. Maybe it’s because he’s had too much to drink to care or maybe it’s because he feels like he’s in his element in this dorky costume but confidence looks good on him.
“Should I just live my entire life as Todoroki then?”
His eyes are glassy from the alcohol and his cheeks are pink but he can tell you’ve had a bit more to drink than him, your tongue becoming too loose to hold anything back, “I definitely wouldn’t mind it.” When he notices your eyes raking up his body and back down, stopping at his thighs once more before looking at his eyes again, he just blushes and chooses to uncross his arms to take a sip of his drink.
He’s been noticing your constant eyeing of his thighs, having caught you staring at them at Jimin’s place earlier tonight, and now that you were drunk you were doing a worse job at trying to play it off. “Has anyone ever told you that your thighs are beautiful?” You finally address it.
Jungkook raises both of his eyebrows, looking down at himself, shifting his weight between both legs and stretching one out. “Can’t say they have.”
“Just wanna bite em…” You mumble under your breath and he chuckles, catching your words but not speaking on it. The shots are definitely seeping further into your blood because your hands are coming up and out, grabbing the meaty skin of his right thigh and he’s yelping from the shock, jumping slightly before balancing out so his drink wouldn’t spill.
You’re grinning sweetly as you give his thigh another quick squeeze and retreat back. You only hum in thought, your mind wondering what they look like under the pants he’s currently wearing. Jungkook is still too caught off guard, any words he wants to say getting stuck in his throat as he observes the room to see if anyone saw that.
The reality of what you just did slowly sinks in and he catches the switch, your eyes sharpening up and you take a very small step back, “Are none of these girls good enough for you?”
“What?”
You nervously swallow more of your drink which probably isn’t wise because look at what you had already done with the alcohol already in your system, “I promised you I’d get you laid by the end of this month and i’ve seen like four girls come up to you and you blew them off.”
That was true, he had done that all night but it had been such an automatic response that he wasn’t sure why he had, something about sleeping with a complete stranger in another strangers home felt wrong. That and the fact that he wanted to sleep with you was also getting in the way, but his inner self currently had that thought in a headlock, a very loose and slowly weakening headlock but a headlock nonetheless, so he was ignoring it.
“They didn’t even know who I’m supposed to be.” He lies as an excuse and it makes you laugh, tipping your cup up and pouring the rest of its contents down your throat.
“Is that you’re only reason?”
He nods stubbornly, sticking with his horrible excuse until it turns around and bites him in the ass. “Well I know who you’re supposed to be, so what does that mean?”
He blanks at that, really not expecting the turn this would take. You watch him, his big doe eyes only getting bigger at your words. He rolls his lips together in thought, his mind sorting through all the appropriate responses he could say. During his distraction he doesn’t notice his inner self releasing the headlock grip he had on his feelings until it’s too late and they’re spilling out into the open.
“It means I wanna fuck you.”
Yeah. That wasn’t what he wanted to say, at all, but his filter had clearly been lost a few shots back and when you don’t immediately slap him he doesn’t think he fucked up entirely.
“You wanna fuck me?” You repeat slowly, stepping closer to him. You had a feeling he did based on that drunk text he had sent you but you had to make sure he really wanted to and this wasn’t just a nervous response. Jimin and Yoongi were right in their observations of both of you, you wanted to sleep with him, you have ever since that night in your room and the realistic dreams involving him haven’t stopped so maybe once you sleep with him everything will mellow out in your brain.
This isn’t a crush, you try to convince yourself, this is just your hormones talking. It’s not your fault that imaginary Jungkook would moan such sweet praises in your ear while you dreamed, thats why you were stuck wearing i’m horny for jungkook glasses, and once you slept with each other all would be fine.
His eyes look around, he could see Tae and Jimin stood near the kitchen, Tae doubling over in laughter at something being said and when you see who he’s looking up it only annoys you. Taehyung didn’t have this claim on you and you knew Jungkook was just worried because he didn’t fully believe no feelings were involved between you and Tae but you were sick of people thinking you belonged to him.
You raise your hand up to cup his cheek, bringing his attention back to you, “I asked you a question Jungkook.”
He looks back over to you, seeing your own eyes staring up at him and he finds himself nodding his head. Sure you both aren’t sober at all and will he be embarrassed about this once he is, probably, but he knows he’ll regret not being completely honest tomorrow morning if he says no.
At his confirmation you smile, you had spotted the staircase nearby, knowing there would be rooms you two could occupy but when you start to tug him in the direction of it he resists.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know, I just don’t feel right using someone’s room to do this.” Jungkook wasn’t a virgin so you knew he wasn’t wanting this to be a certain way for his first time but he’d only ever been intimate with one person and it hadn’t gone the way he wanted at all so if he didn’t feel comfortable sleeping with you in this house it was fine by you.
“Do you want to go back to mine then?” The urgency that usually came with party hook ups was missing, you didn’t feel rushed to get in a room and tear his clothes off without speaking to each other, he wasn’t just a hook up.
When he nods his head you don’t think twice to pull him in the direction towards the front door, a loud tapping noise stopping you both in your tracks. Everyone stops talking, turning towards the source of the noise and seeing Taemin stood on top of his coffee table with a microphone in hand, his finger tapping the top of it to check it.
“Okay, fuck it works dude!” Jimin shouted out, everyones hands coming up to cover their ears when Taemin just laughs loudly into the mic.
It was time for the costume contest and as much as you wouldn’t mind seeing who won or even potentially winning the cash prize yourself, the thought of finally getting to sleep with Jungkook wins. You look back at him, your eyes asking him if he wants to wait but he shakes his head, his fingers giving your palm another squeeze. You choose not to notify your friends that you were leaving, they were all drunk enough and were already planning on sleeping at Jimin’s after this anyways so you had a few hours before they even noticed you had both disappeared.
Jungkook feels oddly calm, the nerves that had overtaken him when he was in this position the very first time not coming up, even the small sense of uncertainty he felt when it came to Jisoo was gone and he likes it. He likes the feel of your hand in his as you wait for the uber. He likes how you rest your clasped hands on your thigh, your thumb rubbing the back of his palm soothingly and when you finally manage to sneak into your building he likes the way you push him against the elevator wall, your lips slotting between his in the first sign of urgency.
When you lick your way into his mouth he tastes the strong tang of tequila that he’s sure you can taste from him as well but he doesn’t mind it. His hands coming up to wrap around your waist, the thin material of your leotard letting you feel his touch as his fingers dig into your waist to pull you closer to him. You’re on your tip toes and he’s leaning over to match your height, the sound of the elevator ding making you both pull apart with heavy sighs.
You twirl back around, your head peaking out of the elevator to make sure the coast was clear since you technically weren’t allowed to have Jungkook over at this time. Once you saw the hallway was clear you wrapped your hand over his wrist, tugging him to your door in a haste to get out of the open. You make it a few feet when the sound of the bathroom door opening makes you both freeze, Jungkook has his eyes screwed shut as he waits for someone to start to scold you both. You’re waiting for it too, especially when you turn around and spot Jihyo, your RA, standing in the middle of the hallway right in front of the bathroom door.
She’s currently rubbing her eyes, tipsy and in a revealing Sailor Mars costume. When she spots you and Jungkook looking just as tipsy and your lips swollen she just sighs, throwing her head back dramatically, “Go, hurry up and get in your room. I didn’t see anything.” You throw her a thankful look and she just shields her eyes as she makes her way back into her room, you don’t waste anymore time as you slide your key card out of your bra and unlock your room.
“Wait, your roommate.” Jungkook whispers, just now realizing that she existed. He’s stood right on the door’s threshold, refusing to come in until you literally force him, your hand tugging him in. His hands grasp your shoulders to not knock you over from the force of your pull, he finally gets a chance to look around when you flick your light on and he notices Wendy is no where to be found.
“She’s went out of town for Halloween, we’re fine, now please kiss me.” The door shuts behind Jungkook, that answer satisfies him, his hands moving off your shoulders to cup your face and bring you in for another kiss. Your mind feels like its floating as he starts to walk, leading you backwards towards your bed.
Your hands slide up his chest as you make your way to your bed, your fingers clasping the zipper of his costume and tugging it down, revealing his bare skin. He had decided not to wear anything underneath his tracksuit, he always got hot and sweaty when he was drunk so he didn’t want to add more layers than necessary, and luckily it worked in his favor.
Your fingertips leave a hot trail on his skin as you work on getting this article of clothing off of him, his hands coming away from your face as you push the sleeves down his arms, the material falling onto the floor in a heap. His lips never part from yours, his actions getting more confident, his kisses getting more urgent because he can’t seem to get enough of you.
His hands trail up to unclasp the cape around your shoulders, letting the crushed velvet garment join his top on the floor, and then its a race of getting the rest of your clothing off. You pull back from him your lips smacking together one final time when you step back, your eyes finally getting to see him shirtless for the first time.
Is he for real? Was he sculpted by the fucking gods themselves because this wasn’t fair. You always knew Jungkook worked out like a madman but you never expected him to look like this. His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath, the muscles in his arms rippling as he fidgeted with the stupid belt he had on and when he finally got it off and was able to slide out of his boots and pants your wishes were granted in the form of his thighs.
You had forgotten about sliding out of your leotard and belt, your boots were kicked off to the side but when his thick thighs were exposed you dropped to the floor in front of him. Jungkook wasn’t expecting that, part of him thought you might of passed out or something from how suddenly you collapsed but when your hand come up to trail his thighs he knows you’re fine.
“Are you joking?” You mumble out, your mind acting on it’s own accord, you press open mouth kisses on his thighs, your fingers giving them small squeeze as you kiss your way up to the band of his briefs.
Jungkook had fantasized about this so many times put now that you were sitting right in front of him on your knees, your mouth kissing his dick over the fabric of his briefs, he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from blowing his load the second you put it in your mouth.
“Have you ever had a blowjob Kookie?” The nickname is new but he likes it, especially when he sees how you look at him when you say it, your eyes widening slightly when he shakes his head. No he’s never had a blowjob and as much as he wants to experience his first one from you he won’t ever let himself live it down if he cums before he gets a chance to fuck you.
“Can I be honest?” He mumbles out as your fingers slip underneath the band of his briefs, beginning to tug it down slowly, his legs stepping out of the material as it bunches around his ankles.
His cock springs out without the restraint of his briefs and your mouth salivates at the sight of it. Of course Jeon Jungkook would have a beautiful big dick, its veiny with a slight upward curve, the girth of it making you bite your lip in anticipation of it stretching you open. Your eyes move back up to him and you smile gently, “Yeah of course.”
He moves his own hands to cover your smaller ones, his fingers wrapping around your fingertips to lift them off his skin. “Can we…do that next time,” it slips out before he can catch it, indication of this happening again and you take note of it, the lust clouding your mind not being against that happening, “I just really wanna fuck you.” He confesses, his body bending over, his arms hooking under your arms to scoop you up from the floor with ease.
“Yeah,” you breathe out as he stands you up, his hands cupping your cheeks with care, his thumb tracing your skin as he stares down at you, “we can do that next time.”
You reach out and let your hands touch his waist, the feel of his bare skin making you realize he’s the only one naked right now. You turn him around so his back is facing your bed, your hands gently pushing him back onto it.
He catches himself with his palms, sliding back onto your bed until he’s laying against the pillows you have set up. He watches as you reach back to unclasp the ruby belt you have, letting it fall with a clank as you move on to unbutton the top of your leotard, slipping the skin tight fabric off of your body.
Jungkook can feel his dick twitch against his abs at the sight of you, you crawl onto the bed, your fingers trailing up his thighs as you straddle him in a similar way that brings back memories of a few weeks ago. The feeling of you sat on top of him with no barrier is something he never thought he’d experience and when he feels the slick glide of you grinding down on his cock his stomach caves in, a groan leaving his lips. His fingers come up to grip your hips, your own hands wrapping around his neck as you smile down on him.
“Feel good?” You ask him, a tiny gasp escaping you when you repeat your actions and his cock nudges your clit.
His eyes move down to stare at the spot where you connect, seeing how shiny you’re leaving him as your arousal mixes with his precum makes his mouth drop open in awe. “Yeah, feels good.” He whispers out, his hands gripping your skin tighter to make you rut on him faster.
You can see the desperation growing on him, the shy Jungkook you were so accustomed to nowhere to be found as he rolled his hips up to meet your motions, his head dropping back into the pillows with a moan. With his neck wide open you lean forward, kissing and licking your way up to his jaw, your teeth gently nipping at his skin, making his hips stutter.
Blame mistake number one on you wanting to see Jungkook fully fall apart underneath you but you’re not thinking too much when you reach down and grasp his cock, letting the tip of it nudge your entrance. You know you’re clean and on birth control and unless he’s been lying to you, you assume he should be clean as well.
His head snaps up at the new sensation, and Jungkook may be inexperienced but he’s not stupid, “Wait–“ You think he’s stopping you because you haven’t pulled out a condom so you pause, giving him a curious look but his mind is too full of want that he doesn’t even process the fact that there isn’t a condom “it’s gonna hurt you.” He wants to finger you, stretch you open and let his fingers explore your body until you falling apart.
“It’s okay, I like that.” You admit, giggling when you see his cheeks flush. You go back to nudging the tip of him into you, the feeling of it breaching your entrance has you moaning and Jungkook drops one hand off your hip to clutch your comforter instead, his fingers clenching around the fabric as your walls wrap around the tip of him.
“Fuck,” you groan out, he was big but the feeling of him stretching you out had another gush of arousal slip out of you, only aiding in letting you slide down another inch or so. Your hands come forward to rest on his stomach as you wait a moment, Jungkook can feel you clenching around the first few inches of him, his eyebrows furrowed together tightly at the feeling of your warmth enveloping him all around.
You relax your muscles, letting the rest of him slide into you, the tip of him just shy of nudging your cervix when you’re fully sat on him. You give him a moment to adjust, waiting until his eyes open up again, “Please move.” He croaks out, his hand coming back up to your hips to get you to do anything because the feeling of you just clenching around him was killing him.
His desperation turns you on and you start to move instantly, grinding on him to let yourself get used to the size of him before you start to lift yourself up, slamming back down, the slap of your skin connecting filling up the dorm room.
As you stare down at him you have to pinch yourself because the visual of him whimpering underneath you is an exact replica of the dreams you’ve been having. A needy Jungkook kneading the flesh of your hips, rutting his own hips up to meet you, his big eyes blown out with lust and adoration in the same damn way you’ve been dreaming about and you know you’re done for.
Jungkook can say the same, the countless times he’s dreamt of you doing this to him has him thinking he’s stuck in a dream, ready to wake up to his roommate tossing a pillow at him but it never comes because you’re actually here. You’re here on top of him, riding him like it’s something you’ve always wanted. His hand trails up from your hip to grasp your bouncing boob, giving it an experimental squeeze, his thumb and index finger tweaking your nipple and enjoying the way you moan from it.
He can feel your arousal dripping down his length every time you lift up, the remnants of it pooling around the base of his cock, he can see it as his eyes are glued to the way your lips part to take his length in. He can feel you start to get tired from the constant motion, your movements slowing down slightly so he takes it upon himself to wrap his arms around you and bring you closer to his chest, successfully flipping you over underneath him.
Your hair fans out around you and you stare up at him in shock, never thinking he’d do something like that but it only lasts a minute before hes sliding back into you. His hands are by your face, caging your body underneath his as he pounds into you.
His jaw is clenched tightly when he feels you wrap your arms around his shoulders, your fingers trying to cling onto his back from the force of his thrusts. “Do you want it harder?” He grunts out, looking down at you to see you nodding frantically, your legs wrapping around his waist to push him deeper into you.
“Please ple–“ you gasp when he slides out before rearing back into you, starting a brutal pace that you didn’t think he was capable of. “Just like that. God Jungkook.” You cry out and he feels his chest fill with pride. You were moaning out his name, he was the one making you feel this way.
You can feel him graze your bundle of nerves every time he thrusts forward, a high pitched moan leaving you and he does another experimental thrust to find the exact spot, angling his hips until you’re gasping and then he’s grinding right into it every time. Determined to get you to cum before him he keeps it up, he can feel his climax creeping in on him, you’re squeezing him so tight its almost impossible to thrust into you but he can tell you’re close when your hand comes down to rub your clit and he almost cums from that sight alone.
Seeing you squirming underneath him as your fingers worked to push yourself over the edge just made him thrust harder into you, a deep groan leaving his mouth when you gasped out, your walls clamping around him even tighter than before as you threw your head back. You had enough sense to clasp a hand over your mouth before you moaned out at as your body twitched from your orgasm, the feeling of Jungkook continuing to pound into you only making more muffled whimpers leave you from the overstimulation.
“Fuck you feel so good.” He mumbles out, his head dropping forward to rest between your neck and shoulder as he starts to rut faster into you. Your toes are curling from the after shocks of your climax, the tingles all over your body being the cause of mistake number two, “Cum inside me Jungkook, please.”
His face lifts back up at your statement, checking to make sure you mean it and when you nod and press your lips against his for another heated kiss he doesn’t hold back. His hips rolling into yours with new found energy, your body being jostled up at his action but you don’t care when all you taste is him, your kisses swallowing the desperate whine that leave him as he nears his end. His thrusts get sloppier until he’s groaning out deeply, his hips stuttering as his cock paints your walls white. You moan again at the feeling of his warm cum inside of you, letting him roll his hips a few more times as you kiss him gently to bring him back down.
His arms fail him, his body flopping on top of you in a heap, his muscles absolutely crushing you but the way he wraps your arms underneath your waist and nuzzles into you makes you forget about your inability to breath. His face is pressed against your neck under your chin, his soft dick is still inside you and he really doesn’t want to pull it out, he’d be perfectly content with going to sleep and waking up in this position.
You keep your legs wrapped around his waist, your fingers gently playing with his damp hair, “I miss your black hair.” You mumble out, breaking the silence that fell over the room.
He hums against your neck, kissing your skin gently in content when you scratch his scalp, “I’ll dye it back for you.”
You don’t know why that statement makes your heart swell but it does, your lips coming down to kiss his hair before laying back down. The both of you catch your breaths like this, Jungkook having his cheek pressed against your skin and you gently massaging his head.
He can feel the sweat on your skin start to get sticky so he decides nows a good time to pull apart, his skin peeling off of you and you’re both grimacing when he finally slides out of you, a small gush of his cum dripping out of your entrance and you squeeze your thighs shut at the feeling.
Jungkook wants to sit there and stare at his cum staining your skin but he can tell you feel icky from your face so he stands up from the bed and looks around your room, spotting your towel by your desk. He picks it up and comes back to you. His fingers gently pry open your thighs as he starts to clean you up, tossing the towel aside and motioning for you to move so you can get comfy in bed.
You shuffle around until you slide your comforter down, letting him adjust himself so you both fit comfortably. The small feelings of being tipsy are gone, your muscles completely relaxed and sleep starts to overtake you as you feel him move behind you, his arm lazily draping over you as you both start to slowly fall asleep.
“You know,” he gently speaks up, “you promised me you’d get me laid by the end of October.”
You hum in acknowledgment, and he’s smirking into your hair, “It’s technically November though so.”
You giggle softly at this, turning around in his grasp to face him, your leg slipping in between his as you get closer, “Oh how could I ever make it up to you for breaking my promise.” He lets out a fake gasp as your sarcastic response, his fingers wasting no time coming up to playfully jab at your sides, succeeded in making you squirm and laugh until his lips are kissing you again, the urgency and heat from before missing but he likes this way better.
He likes the small laughs in between kisses, the shy licks of your tongue and sighs you let out and in that moment Jungkook feels content.
Jungkook doesn’t think of whats going to happen tomorrow morning when you both wake up and the initial lust is gone. He doesn’t think of the conversation that’s gonna have to happen once the sun comes up. No he lets himself enjoy this, lets you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer. He’ll worry about that when it comes.
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My Maid isnt from this world...She's A Dragon
He was gonna be late, he hadn’t meant to sleep in so late especially not on a school day but he still hadn’t adjusted well to his new home life and the train ride didn’t help him with his headache from yesterday. It was so weird he couldn’t make any sense of what happened yesterday he didn’t mean to intrude on a dragon from another world. Especially one that wanted to burn down the entirety of the human race but at least his life wouldn’t be boring at home anyway.
Bam!! A explosion ocurred with it knocking the train off its tracks careening straight into a building, the air filled with screams and then it all went black.
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The waxing moon had lit up his path up that lead him up a very shrouded precarious-looking trail which had left the city behind,he had been forced to use the last of his money to buy things for his friends, if friends beat you into the ground every day of the week and had you as a servent running around for them for small errands they almost always had for him. So he couldn’t afford to buy dinner today or tomorrow for that matter so here he was all alone just him the moon and a dragon with a sword through its back, the usual mountain scenery. He glanced back for a quick second to reaffirm what he had seen just a split second before and what he saw scared him pantsless there was a three-story tall Dragon…? He must’ve been hallucinating, maybe the hunger and the lack of sleep was finally getting to him. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t going delusional but sure enough, the massive dragon was still there after a quick second of thinking he finally came to a conclusion that she happened to have a transformation quirk like ‘Ryukyu The Dragon Hero’ which had immediately sparked his interest in the green-scaled behemoth.
“Maybe if I just ask them they might tell me a thing a or two about themselves, and why they sleep on a mountain” he mumbled out, which had been a bad habit he developed over the years of constant bullying and belittlement from his classmates. Izuku at this moment still hadn’t fully registered everything so he missed the gigantic sword that had been impaled in the giant thing’s side. If he had seen it he might’ve thought twice about approaching a dragon on the top of a mountain shrouded by the forest with nobody around especially.
When she woke up the first two things of many that came to her mind were ‘What is this place, where am I?’ she didn’t recognize this place nor did she even know what had happened, so she looked over the surrounding area what she saw was beautiful, there were so many lights in the distance as bright and shimmering as…as bright as what she pondered? Then suddenly it all came to her the fight with the liberation army she had fought with them previously but this time they had brought out a great number of forces just for her and they shot flaming arrows there were so many of them in the last battle she had been in she had been able to make a gateway but the man he had wielded god-tier magic and used it against her she had only been able to see it fly towards her at an incredible speed. She couldn’t recall anything after it hit her, but here she was with the sword still lodged in her with a small human boy pacing around and talking to himself.
‘Wait what is the human doing?’ she hadn’t recognized him as a threat so until now she didn’t even notice him until he had started talking to himself which she had to admit was a little humorous but a little odd he didn’t wear village clothes so he must not have been from the other world.
‘So where was she, well it’s not like it mattered anyway’ she couldn’t do anything even if she knew where she was and that wasn’t gonna happen while the sword was lodged in its new home which happened to be right inside her ribcage this didn’t sit well with her, at least she could toy with the human, maybe that would produce some form of entertainment.
Izuku had crept closer to the dragon as to be able to talk to it and introduced himself it wouldn’t serve to be rude he thought. “Hi, are you awake miss-s...or mister dragon” he stuttered out while quickly catching and correcting his mistake.
“I’m Midoriya. I wanted to ask what you're doing out here?” he finally felt his nervousness and intimidation hit a peak, because while he had gotten closer to the green pile of scales that he was sure could soundly hear him he only finally managed to take in and realize the magnitude of the dragon they could just about swallow him whole if they wanted to.
It’s teeth almost the size of people he only slowly started to dawn on the fact that he could be in some serious danger with it it being confirmed only seconds after the thought crossed his mind.
“Human what are you doing, and where am I, answer me this or I shall make sure to burn your pitiful human body to a crisp” she roared at him combined with a glare that would have instilled fear in any trained soldier. While she did this at the same time she had attempted to charge at him but collapsed due to the magic from the sword. Izuku tried not to think about the words that had come out of her mouth but had taken a quick note of the sword that was hurting her and did not even attempt to register her attempt at intimidating him and instead gathered that when she was trying to stand the blade that was buried in her dragon form was the problem so without thinking about it immediately tried to ask if she needed help with the sword.
She did not think this was the way it was gonna turn out the human had noticed the magical sword that been wedged in her side and asked if she needed assistance with dislodging it. Not only that but when she noticed his reaction to her terrifying roar she was confused he wasn’t even bending over in a show of mercy nor was he groveling at her feet like other pathetic humans he merely stood with a bright twinkle in his eyes and exuberated confidence not unlike the muttering boy that had just moments ago tried to talk to her with little success in doing so. She shook herself from her stupor and glared at the human he must’ve been a strong warrior sent to defeat her when I appeared maybe he was faking cowardice to try and lure me in. What a pathetic plan that was she could easily take on any arrogant adventurer that thought could take her head-on. Her current train of thought on how to kill the human had been put to a stop when he tried to talk to her.
“Hi dragon I’m sorry that I woke you up I just wanted to know what you're doing up he-here” he stuttered out he was nervous the thing could have clawed him in half and he knew that it showed but he tried not to let that stop him from talking.
“And i-it also looks like your hu-hur-hurt could I help you get rid of tha-that sword... it looks like it hurts.” Izuku knew that the dragon could not move because, for whatever reason the dragon had, it had a very dim glowing sword that was a growing darker and darker the longer he saw it.
“Human you think you can even touch a holy sword without even having immense magical energy I can’t decide if you're either brave or stupid,” she sighed “but carry on try it if you want but you won’t be able to” he wouldn't be able to pull it out a regular mortal with evil intentions would be killed when in contact with it that’s why it made so powerful she’s lucky she hadn’t committed seriously evil acts or else the sword would’ve killed her on contact she grew tired of the mindless chatter with her subconscious and she pulled herself out of her thoughts and eyed the human with curiosity he had begun to climb up her scales and was nearing the sword, what she saw next surprised her he had begun to pull on the ginormous handle and it was coming out slowly but it was she couldn’t her eyes he was a pulling out a magic sword one of the most powerful
Swords if not the most powerful, the strongest of wizards could not even hope to wield and even with the magical power, they are only able to summon it against an opponent and cast it at them.
Izuku was not having a good time trying to climb the back of a dragon the scales were hard and made climbing also exponentially harder but he managed to reach the sword and he had begun to pull it out which didn’t seem super hard it because well it wasn’t super heavy nor did it try and kill him but he did feel a strange tingling feeling going down his back an throughout his body and then with a flash of light the sword popped out and was somehow immediately absorbed by his skin which left a small tattoo of a sword.
“Dragon I don't think you’ve told me your name yet?” she looked at quizically I just rather call you by your name then just dragon,” he said after the spectacle that they just witnessed. The dragon just looked at him irritatedly before saying their name apparently it was Tohru and she didn’t have a surname and she was a female.
“Well, what just happened?” He really didn’t know what to expect from that and he certainly did not expect the sword to explode much less for some type of energy burst to come out with it and then all of a sudden get sucked up into his arm.
“You… you just absorbed god-tier magic” she couldn’t believe the boy Izuku, at least that what he said his name was didn’t know what god’s sword was it’s been a universally known spell but only a few worlds even believed such thing existed. But he managed to hold one of the most single-handedly powerful spells ever cast but could also absorb the magic that it carried with it.
Izuku's head was confused and jumbled as his body was, Magic? She was talking about magic like it was real, maybe she was a cultist and was trying to recruit him for her plan.
“Miss Tohru, what do you mean by magic?” Izuku looked at her skeptically the dragon lady was talking about it like it existed he needed to help her out so he kept asking questions
“...that’s not possible, magic isn’t real it doesn't make any sort of sense, and how did that thing with the glowing happen how about that try to explain that” she continued and tried to convince him that the sword was magic but that didn’t make any progress because magic didn’t exist therefore that thing couldn’t have been magic it must have a quirk that was the only possible explanation he said and apparently everyone in this world had one. Tohru had tried to convince the green head to show him his superpower but he wouldn’t open up about it so they came back to square one except both more knowledgeable about each other's circumstance in this situation apparently he had come for a stroll and ended up here.
And she had been shot out of the air with magic, she refused to give up on the fight about magic if it was real or not.
She was going to transform to shoot a bolt of lightning out of her palm without a quirk because that was the only way he would be convinced.
“Okay, Izuku I’m gonna have to transform into a human to do this so i can do this” She didn’t know why she had such a strong urge to show him she could do it it wasn’t anything special to her but it felt different this like she was seeking his approval.
“Yeah I'm ready, start when your ready” he still felt weird when she called him by his first name it was the first time in forever so he felt a slight bit embarrassed and with that he had begun to back away to avoid being hit with lightning.
It started first with an ancient-sounding language he couldn’t understand and then his vision was filled with black and then as quick as it came it left leaving behind a bolt of lightning going straight into the sky. He couldn’t detect a quirk being used, it was real, Magic it was there before his very own eyes it existed he had a chance,
He could be a Hero…
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09/04/2021 DAB Transcript
Ecclesiastes 7:1-9:18, 2 Corinthians 7:8-16, Psalm 48:1-14, Proverbs 22:17-19
Today is the 4th day of September, welcome to the Daily Audio Bible, I’m Brian it’s great to be here with you as we bring to the close another one of our weeks together. This first close of the week, in this brand-new month and tomorrow we’ll start this first full-blown Sunday through Saturday week in the month of September. So, let's dive in and take the next step forward that will lead us back into the book of Ecclesiastes, which we have been working our way through for the last few days. We’re reading from the New International Version this week, Ecclesiastes 7 through 9.
Prayer:
Father, we thank You for Your word and we thank You for the Proverb that You teach even us, even us, You give us the ability to have wisdom, if we’ll slow down and pay attention. And so, as we continue our journey through Ecclesiastes and Proverbs and Psalms make us wise. It seems that becoming wise is to become aware and to observe and to learn and to be content and to be satisfied and to take the long view and pause and consider what You are saying before we react, those are life lessons to be sure, and they may take our entire life to learn but we want to be walking in the right direction and not have to retrace steps or go in circles anymore. We want to be moving in the right direction, intentionally, one foot in front of the other. The next step forward together toward wisdom. So come Holy Spirit, lead us into all truth, we ask in Jesus name. Amen.
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Hi everybody, this is Veronica calling in from Oklahoma City. I’ve called in a few times before to ask for prayer for this reason but my little brother is 20-years-old and has Outports which is a kidney disease. He is on dialysis; he had a handful of seizures yesterday before being transferred to the hospital via ambulance. It’s a very small town, they kept him there for a couple of hours and then transported him via helicopter to a larger town. He is currently in ICU, he is intubated, his blood pressure is still high. He has leisure’s on his brain that were caused by the consistent high blood pressure due to the kidney failure. My mom is there with him. Please ask for prayer for him, he has a twin brother who also is on dialysis and a little younger sister who is 17 who will eventually be on dialysis also. It is a genetic kidney disease that they all three have called Outports. So, please, please, please pray, we desperately need your prayers. My mom just lost her best friend and her father within the last six months so this is really difficult, really difficult time. Anyway, I’m running out of time.
Hey Daily Audio Bible, this is Susie from Colorado calling to tell my brothers and sisters in Christ that your prayers have lifted me up. Before I go any further I wanna just reach out to Dr. John. Dr. John, me and the kids are praying for you and your eyesight. Please don’t be discouraged, my brother, we love you so much. I’m actually in Haiti and I’m starting to feel a lot more encouraged because of your prayers. I was really down, as you all know, quite depressed, but I’m seeing my kids and that just makes me so happy. My little kids actually packed over 300 aid relief boxes for the earthquake victims here and then we took them with trucks and went to the epicenter of the earthquake and my little kids passed out, we passed out 40,000 meals and so we just feel like God has blessed us. I’m sitting here with son Ronald and he wanted to say something to you all. Hello guys, my brothers and sisters in Christ. May God bless you. So thank you for supporting us in your prayers that help us to know who we are in God. So, your prayer, just helping us to be safe. You know our country has a lot of big stuff happen, like the earthquake. And your prayers has made great miracles in our life. So, my brothers, my sisters, my mom feed the people that have no house, no where to stay.
Hello Brian, it’s Righteously Ransomed. I wanted to share something that I feel like God has laid on my heart cause this is something that has happened to me a long time ago. But I was at the very end of my rope, feeling this massive weight on my chest. Desperate in search for just a change at a breath. A pain in distress, a life full of regret. All that awaits me is death. As the coldness enclosed a whisper speaks to my soul – “Don’t give up, not just yet, you are Mine, don’t forget that debt paid for in full by the blood of My Son, blood so pure it can clean the soul.” And I feel a weight begin to pull slowly away. At last, a new breath I can take. My heart no longer to ache from all these mistakes for they are gone by his namesake. By his namesake. That was something that God put me on me 24 hours before I was in a hospital bed fighting for my life. Maybe somebody else needs it. You guys have a great one. Love you. Bye.
Hello, hello beautiful DAB family. This is Christian Fletcher in Oceanside, California. I listen to you every day I'm here I'm here I'm here. I prayed a couple months back to bring women of faith into my life. They came into my life. Now, I just I have no time. But I listen to the DAB every day, all day. So, I work, I deliver mail and so I work six days a week and its 60 hour weeks, so I just work and so that entire time, I am listening to you and I cry with you while I'm working and I'm just praying, I’m in the truck. I hear you I hear you. I wanted to let you know I love you. I am here, I am listening. I don't call in, I want to, every second, but I'm finally sending this so you all can know I hear you, I am right there with you, I feel what you are going through and I thank you, I thank you so much, you impact my life so positively. I feel the love, I feel the encouragement and I just I'm so thankful for you and I just am finally getting on here to tell you all. So, thank you so much for everything you do. Love you, bye family.
Hello my DAB family, this is Walking in the Light in Tennessee. I haven’t really called in for sometime now. A lot going on in my life and in my family. And in my spirit as well as I’m sure many of you understand. But I heard the commentary on Job from the 24th I think it was of August, just heart it. And it really spoke to me because I know I haven’t gone to the depths of Job but it seems like my life has been one issue after another, after another, one heartbreak, one headache, one this, one that. And you know it just gets to be a little overwhelming so, I come asking for prayers on behalf of me and my sons, my family. And I pray for so many of you. I love you all, I listen to the stories, the requests, the discipline that you know it just gets to be a little overwhelming, so I come asking for prayers on behalf of me and my sons my family and I pray for so many of you I love you all on this to the stories the requests, the situations, everything and so I know that we’re all going through and so I know that I also don't get a pass, but life can get a little overwhelming, so Brian I wanted to say to you that the commentary on Job was spectacular. I go to Job a lot as I read and it seems like to be one of the places that I'm drawn to in the Scriptures, and it goes so deep in so many ways and so it really spoke to me tonight and I just want to say thank you for pouring yourself into the Daily Audio Bible to your family, to all of you for the grace and the for the privilege of listening is so special to me and so I asked for your prayers ask all of you for the prayers. Remember, my son, Marcus, who is struggling so much with alcoholism and is just really taken a toll on me. Love you guys. Love you all dearly and Audio Bible, Daily Audio Bible, that’s where it’s at. God bless you all.
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Title: First Holiday
Fandom: Tales of Destiny 2
Characters: Kyle and Judas mostly, but the others do appear (especially at the start)
Genre: Family fluff
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Summary: The team is spending Christmas in Cresta, and Judas doesn’t seem all that excited. Kyle wants to give his friend the best Christmas of his life!
Notes: Secret Santa for @minonott. I wanted to do something with Kyle, Judas, and Christmas, since the prompts just meshed. I love the thought of Kyle helping to make up for Judas’ inadequate childhood.
A massive snowstorm hit Cresta, just as Kyle and his allies were getting ready to leave for their final battle against Elraine and Fortuna. While it prevented the team from taking off, that was actually a blessing in disguise. What Kyle hadn’t realized, being so busy dealing with his conflicted emotions, was that Christmas was the next day! He would be able to spend the holiday with his mother before they headed off into battle.
Soon, however, Reala asked a surprising question. “Umm…Kyle? What’s…Christmas?”
“Ah! That’s right!” he exclaimed. “You wouldn’t know. Well…it’s a time to spend with family. We give each other gifts to show just how much we care, and Mom cooks enough food to feed an army! Oh! And Santa Clause will visit overnight, bringing presents to all the good children in the world!”
She seemed quite curious about every part of the holiday. And Kyle was grateful for the snow delaying their mission. Since Reala was going to vanish after they defeated Fortuna…this was her only chance to experience Christmas.
Kyle exclaimed, “Okay then! We’re all going to have an amazing holiday! I’m sure Mom won’t mind the additional guests…”
“Maybe I could help with the cooking, due to all the extra mouths to feed,” Nanaly offered.
Loni added, “I’ll go get some stuff from the store since we’ll need more food.”
“And I am going to set a trap for this…Santa Clause!” Harold stated. “We had a very similar holiday back in my day, but there was no person like that around. If he has the power to visit everyone in the world in a single night…I want to study how he does it!”
She rushed off with purpose before anyone could stop her. Loni thought it better to just warn Rutee about their friend’s crazy idea…talking Harold down was a fruitless endeavor. Nanaly decided she could do that when she was helping with the meal preparations. They both left, as did Reala.
Through it all, Judas remained his position leaning against the wall. As out of sight as he could manage, Kyle thought. Which he didn’t blame his friend for. After all…his mother was someone who might actually recognize the masked swordsman as Leon Magnus. That might not be the best of reunions, considering what their last encounter had been…
“I don’t need to be involved in these festivities,” commented Judas. “It’s not like I’ve really ever cared about them before.”
Confused, Kyle asked, “What about when you were a kid? Didn’t you ever stay up late waiting for Santa, or write letters to him?”
“Never. I didn’t exactly have the most normal of upbringings,” was his reply.
Judas left his answer at that and left the room. However, the lack of details only made Kyle all the more curious. What kind of heartless situation would rob a child of Christmas? If Judas wasn’t going to answer that…well, there was little Kyle could do about that.
However, there was one thing in his power to do! And that was to give his friend the best Christmas any person ever had!
* * *
“Let’s see…new earrings for Reala, new arrowheads for Nanaly, some of Loni’s favorite cologne, and some of those little bottles Harold uses for science.”
Kyle left the store, large bag in his hand. He had wanted to get each of his friends something for the holidays, just to show his appreciation. Thankfully, most of the group was easy to shop for, knowing what they like. But that still left Judas…someone who didn’t talk about himself a whole lot. Besides his desire for atonement and to help Kyle out…the youth didn’t really know what sort of things he liked!
“Maybe I could ask Mom…no! She’d get suspicious if I took a sudden interest in the historical traitor. And if Judas doesn’t want to tell her, or anyone else, then I can’t tell them…”
Lost in thought, Kyle ended up at the weapon shop. Was there something in there he could give to Judas? Sure, he had a good sword already. But…something else relating to weapons…?
“Mom always had that battered old sheath that she kept in memory of Atwight. Could Judas want an extra sheath to remember his Swordian with? It’s the best thing I can think of, and yet it doesn’t even feel like a good present. Still…it’s the thought that counts…right? Even Mom loved it when all I could do was color her a picture!”
He entered the store, his eyes soon falling upon a wide brimmed purple sheath. Silver lining adorned both the opening and the bottom, with small vine-like tendrils twirling outward. There was even an attached chain with a tiny pewter wolf on the end…
“That would look great with Judas’ outfit! I’m going to get it for him!”
* * *
Judas sighed as he headed upstairs to the room he was sharing with Kyle and Loni. The whole house was abuzz with this stupid holiday! What had Christmas ever done for him? It was just another day for him growing up. Okay…Marian had given him a present every year. But she could easily pick any other day of the year and it would be the same thing!
“I’m just going to go to sleep and not leave the room all day tomorrow. All those kids yelling about presents is just going to give me a major headache…”
Kyle was already asleep by that point, mumbling something about pie and his mother’s strawberry cake! Judas was torn between drooling at the thought and worrying about how horrible anything Rutee made could be. Then again…Kyle and his many adoptive siblings hadn’t been poisoned by her cooking yet, so she probably did know how to…
“No…I am not going down this train of thought! I’ll quietly bring some food upstairs and not risk her getting a closer look at me. The last thing I need is for Rutee to know I’m alive!”
But what in the world was all that paper doing strewn about the room? Or the pieces of ribbon, for that matter? Must be more Christmas stuff for his adoptive siblings. Certainly, there wasn’t anything for himself in there! It wasn’t as if he was a child who needed a present, or someone Kyle knew well enough to actually buy something for…
…still, it would have been nice…
* * *
Judas awoke to the loud sounds of pans banging together. Or…a ladle and frying pan! Accompanied by Rutee yelling for Kyle to get out of bed. The young swordsman quickly threw his covers over his head, using the distraction to put his mask back on before he was seen.
“Mooom…this is earlier than normal…,” groaned the teen.
Rutee snapped, “You said you wanted to give your friends their Christmas presents. And you know once the kids wake up they’ll be all over the place. So, if you want to do this in peace, you have to get up even before them.”
It was then that she noticed Judas, throwing his blankets off of his head. Unfortunately, the fabric caught itself on the spike on the left side of his mask. Kyle was struggling not to giggle, since it was a rare thing to see Judas so undignified.
“Do you need help with that?” Rutee inquired.
“I’m fine!” Judas grumbled, trying to muffle his voice with the blanket. “Just not awake yet!”
�� She gave a knowing smile. “Well, you two better hurry downstairs if you want any breakfast! Once the kids get up…they’ll eat all the crumb cake!”
Judas hid his smile at the thought of a cake he could eat for breakfast. Hopefully he wasn’t being too obvious about the whole thing. Rutee could be quite perceptive…when she wanted to be! It didn’t help that, being her brother, he looked a hell of a lot like her!
As Rutee left the room, Kyle let out a small yawn. But he got out of bed, and helped Judas too his feet. “C’mon! I got gifts for everyone, so we need to go downstairs…”
“You didn’t have to do that…,” Judas muttered.
“Of course I did!” was Kyle’s excited reply. “You’re my friend too! And if nobody ever gave you a real Christmas before, that means I need to make up for it now!”
The young fencer’s stoic face hid his true emotions. Thankfully, Kyle took it as Judas just trying to process everything. He held his friend’s hand and walked with him to the common area downstairs. Where they found the rest of their friends already waiting…
“Everyone!” Kyle called, helping Judas sit on one of the cushions. “I just wanted to say how happy I am to have you all as friends! I’m grateful for the support you gave me on my journey…I would never truly understand what being a hero was all about if I didn’t have you. So, since we’re spending this Christmas together, I just wanted to give each of you a present…”
He went under the tree, pulling gifts out one by one. Judas was numb with shock as a long cylindrical object was put into his hands. He slowly ripped into the paper, noting that so much of it hung loose upon the package. Not that it surprised Judas that Kyle wasn’t the best at wrapping gifts. But it wasn’t as if the paper was important.
“Kyle! They’re beautiful!” Reala shrieked out, throwing Judas from his reverie.
Sighing, Judas muttered, “It’s just amazing what something so simple can…”
It was then that he finished peeling away the paper, seeing just what it was that Kyle had got him. A sheath, roughly about the size as the one he used to carry Chaltier in. The same shade of purple as his cloak. Silver lining like vines. While it wouldn’t really fit the sword he used currently, he could still tell where Kyle was coming from.
“Ah! I hope that works,” the younger boy cried out. “I mean…I don’t know what size Chaltier was. But Mom still keeps the sheath she used to hold Atwight in, to keep her memory. And since you didn’t seem to have one for him when you had to let him go…”
Judas whispered his thanks, so low they could barely hear him. Kyle might have intelligence that could be politely described as clumsy, and be impossible to wake up in the morning. However, no one could deny that he had a big heart. That he would do anything for his friends. And his mind worked best when it was finding out ways to do something nice for other people.
At that point, Loni exclaimed, “Wow! Looks like Judas has another present here. And this wrapping job is way too nice to be Kyle’s!”
“That’s not funny, Loni!” cried his little brother. “But…wow! I know I only got one gift for each of my friends. Did any of you guys buy something?”
One by one, the rest of the team denied involvement. Though they were all clearly interested in seeing Judas open it. Maybe they could figure it out after opening the box. Each of the five looked in closely, causing their irritable friend to groan.
“Okay! I’ll see what’s in the box if it’ll make you all back off!”
They gave him space, watching as Judas slowly ripped paper away from the container it held. With that out of the way, he pulled off the top. And let out a very uncharacteristic gasp! There were home made cookies, pieces of chocolate cake, chocolate dipped strawberries. Not only that…but a tiny pie tin held wat appeared to be a flan!
“Whoa! Judas! I didn’t know you liked sweets like this!” Kyle cried out. “I should have gotten you some snacks in addition to the sheath!”
He stated, voice shaky, “None of you are supposed to know about this! Who in the world would have even thought to buy something like this for me?!”
“Maybe Santa wanted to wish you a very merry Christmas,” suggested his younger friend.
As Judas denied that Santa would be getting anything for him, he was unaware of Rutee watching the whole scene from the top of the stairs. She smiled, letting out a low giggle. It was quite unusual to see her son’s serious and brooding friend so flustered. No…it was extremely unusual to see her fool of a brother as anything but composed!
“If he doesn’t want to cut out the act and tell me that it’s him, then Leon can spend his time being confused as to who might have got him such treats! He thinks that silly mask can actually hide his face well enough that I wouldn’t recognize him. I just haven’t said anything because I don’t feel like fighting with him over it. Not when I’m sure he’s doing his best to protect my son…”
She took one look back, noticing Judas was eating one of the cookies. And that Kyle was presenting him with some of her breakfast cakes. He looked so…well she didn’t see close enough to know if he was happy. But comfortable being around the others.
And as his sister…that was enough to put a big smile upon Rutee’s face!
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Bittersweet Isolation (or: how to wreck someone with bipolar disorder)
So today was the exciting day of the mass parcels filled with toys to celebrate my win over the DWP.
A day to finally solidify “yes! We’ve done it!”
But it wasn’t to be.
I would liken it to running a marathon and then the finishing line ribbon cutting into your side as you cross it.
First in the running was DPD, delivering Dad’s PS4 and my MDR-1000X cans. DPD was early, and thankfully too, as the music my neighbour decided to play at 10am was giving me a headache.
The PS4 is currently sitting next to my radiator with the free copy of Horizon Zero Dawn sitting on top of it. Dad was going to collect it this afternoon, but that didn’t happen, because I had a nap instead.
I needed it.
I’m writing this out, with my MDR-1000X headphones on, in blissful ignorance of my upstairs neighbour’s music. They weren’t kidding when they said “noise cancelling”. These cans are amazing, and the touch controls, etc are all phenomenal, I can put them on in noise cancelling mode with no music and just sit in complete silence, even if her music was rocking my lampshades.
The soundstage feels a bit narrow compared to my Audio Technica set (but they’re MASSIVE in comparison, and technically for different purposes), however, the sound quality is easily as good. I am exceptionally impressed with the whole setup, the gorgeous box, the case, even the “just use them as headphones” aux cable is amazing quality. The only thing holding them back, is the baffling 50p (or less) quality USB charging cable. Seriously.
The microphone/ability to be used as a wireless headset for a phone is excellent also.
How I found that out, is because I had to call UKMail.
“Your delivery driver attempted delivery to you today at 13:05”, according to the text message, suspiciously bang on the time my hour delivery estimate was due to start. No phone call to check for directions/make sure they had the right place, not even a card.
Are you fucking kidding me.
Apparently not.
I was on the phone for at least 35 minutes trying to find out just what the fuck had happened to my parcel, as no other vehicles had been near the block since DPD had been (about an hour) and no, I didn’t miss them because of the headphones, as I had them on ambient mode (as in, it uses the microphones to create an insane ‘open back headphones’ effect, it’s like what I would imagine having hearing aids to be like, super hearing!)
I was absolutely pissed, but I was trying hard not to be angry to the poor woman on the phone, it wasn’t her fault that the driver skipped me. She did everything she could to get it out for delivery again this afternoon, but the best she could do was tomorrow (Friday).
Why offer next-day delivery as a service if your company can’t handle “the volume”? I don’t get it. I understand that their drivers “don’t get paid for non-deliveries, so it’s not in their best interest to skip them”, but something clearly fucked up, didn't it?
I described to her the road, the location of the block on the road, the entrances to the block, even the colour of the fucking doorframe of the entrance (I called it greyish-blue).
Suffice it to say, I have no Apple Watch (and my Pebble is all reset and boxed up to give to my brother) and no Philips Hue kit (with additional bulbs).
I wanted to show dad the watch as well as what I’ve dubbed “the secret disability aid”, and he wants to see them.
So he didn’t visit today, and I slept my anger off.
When I woke up, it was replaced with misery. (I hate using the word depression, I will always use a synonym)
I mean c’mon, I got a set of (nearly) £400 headphones that I’d been wanting since I saw the announcement email from Sony (plus consequent “how fucking much?!” exclamation at sight of the price), I should be ecstatic.
I got dad’s present for Father’s Day/Birthday/Christmas/etc for the next 3 years, and it came with something free, I should be ecstatic.
But no, misery and sadness.
Today was supposed to be my DWPmas, my victory lap, the light at the end of the tunnel, etc etc, but it was fucked up by one guy who I can only assume wanted to get home early.
And that has crushed all of the joy out of it. I know it’s irrational, but what can I do?
All I can say is that they had better deliver my £1,025.80 parcel tomorrow, or I will be absolutely furious.
Regardless of parcel contents value, all customers should be treated the same. Next-day delivery = next-day delivery, not “skip a couple of deliveries so I can get to MaccyD’s”
Fuck’s sake.
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Revelations Part Two
I collapsed by the time I got home. Oh gods everything ached, really, if I hurt this much why the hell wasn't I dead already? I groaned in a sort of twisted relief, my boots falling to the floor with offset thuds, first one and then the other. My tail worked it's way out from under me to sway slowly and my horns finally came in and allowed me to finally feel like I wasn't leaning back constantly to compensate for the missing weight of them. It was heavenly. This feeling of relaxing, and I hadn't even taken my bra off.
A giggle invaded a rather glorious stretch, my back even cracked a couple of times. I opened a single eye to bless the presence with an acknowledgment of her existence. The human version of my roommate, dressed in a Starbucks barista outfit stood in the doorway. "Please don't tell me I don't do that when I get home." Her wry smile was knowing. Bianca, being a half sloth demon, for nothing else could ever be content being that lazy and sleep for thirty-six hours and still wake up tired, knew that she was in fact likely worse. Still though, she was quiet, neat, and had few friends. My ideal roomie.
I flipped her off and she blew me a kiss in return. "Don't you have something better to do?" I sighed exaggerating my tiredness, even adding a fake yawn for good measure.
Bianca wasn't fooled, "Besides annoying you? Not really, don't even get to sleep for another six hours." The way that she said this made it sound like it was the end of the world that she couldn't just sleep all day and be paid for it. Actually, NASA had put out that job posting, maybe I'd look it up for her. "Actually," she pursed her lips in thought before letting out her own sigh, "I can't even do that, I said that I'd go out for some drinks." That was big news for a creature like her actually, I opened the other eye to look at her properly. "Would you," she always seemed shy when she asked me this and I knew what was coming, "would you like to come with us?"
I opened my mouth and then closed it. My usual excuses running through my thoughts. No thanks. I just have too much homework. I am too tired. My favorite show is on. Pick any of those excuses and I'm sure I'd used it a half dozen times in polite avoidance of going out and socializing. Anything but the truth of not really knowing how to and the constant fear of being an embarrassment. Something about growing up alone and in a world most others couldn't imagine did nothing for developing social skills. Funny that.
I made the mistake of looking up into her eyes, big watery blue things that always looked too tired and a little sad. I looked to my binder of homework, if I worked at it now I should be able to finish my Ancient Scotland essay that was due for Tigg Eden tomorrow. It wasn't that I couldn't make the time. You know what, fuck it. "Sure."
Bianca looked at me for a long moment. Slowly, comprehension dawned and I held back a smile at the look of sheer joy that covered her features. I had gone out a few times, and for some reason, she always took it as a personal victory whenever I gave in enough to let her drag me places. "Really?" I nodded, my smile genuine at the massive grin that lazily slid onto her serene features. "Great!" She hesitated, "Did you want to pick me up from work, and I'll give you directions?"
I could have laughed, but I didn't. I was just pleased to see Bianca so happy, I wouldn't make her uncomfortable over a lack of foresight. "Sure," I actually felt almost excited about the adventure. "You get done at eight right?" She nodded and almost seemed giddy as I watched her leave the apartment. It felt good to make her so happy, even if I had ten million reasons why I didn't want to go, I knew that it would make her happy. Besides, socializing was never a bad thing, so long as I kept my temper in check and didn't say anything too embarrassing, what could go wrong? I picked up my textbooks, pulled my laptop over and booted up as I found myself a beer, might as well get a head start right?
I had had my reservations pulling up to the club, Bianca too didn't seem too impressed with the idea but I think we were drawing strength from each other. Either that, or I was helping my friend carry out a plan that was hers in the first place. Not that that would really surprise me. Bianca was nearly as antisocial as I, and that took some effort. Twenty minutes later I was lounging at a small table doing my best to look comfortable in a place that smelled of cheap alcohol, sweat, cheap perfume, and even cheaper cologne. I sipped from my bottle and watched the crowd on the dance floor dancing to something that could be liberally titled as music. Personally it could have called it an auditory glitch and I would have known exactly what was being discussed. Still though, Bianca seemed to be loosening up, so I'd suffer for her.
Her friends were a trio, two men and one woman, two seemed to be a couple, or at least together given how much they were draped on each other. They had yet to offer more than pecks but given the heated looks that they kept giving each other I was sure that clothes would be flying, and I didn't think I wanted to be around for that. They were well enough company, she was a demonspawn, the man was human, I wasn't sure if the man knew so this time, I had learned from the last, to keep my mouth shut and not ask her. They had been introduced as Barry and Lisa. Both were polite enough, and I engaged in idle chit-chat about nothing in particular but neither really held my interest.
The second man was a quiet man, I had only barely caught his name. Christian. He didn't seem to talk much, more content to listen, and to watch. His eyes were a vibrant hue of green that seemed to nearly sparkle in the overhead lights though that likely was a trick of the strobe lights. He looked as out of place as I felt. A tall frame that was covered by a more relaxed business attire. Black slacks, black patent leather shoes, and a crisp white shirt which was open at the collar, and a black leather jacket that was currently draped over the back of his chair. He seemed like he would be at home in a corporate office, yet he didn't give off any of those vibes that most businessmen surrounded themselves with. Holier than thou, look at the figures in my bank account baby, that sort of thing. He did seem uncomfortable though, only spoke when spoken to, kept his back to the wall, and watched everything and everyone carefully. "Uncomfortable?" I asked politely looking at him from my angle, Bianca had decided to sit next to him, probably to spare the feeling of me sitting next to sit beside someone I didn't know but given that the other three were having their own conversation without us, I felt mildly put out. It wasn't that I was known to be a social creature, but, Christian intrigued me. He nodded, seemed lost in thought for a half moment before jerking his head to the door and pantomimed smoking a cigarette. Sure, what the hell, I didn't smoke but I could use the break.
"Thank fuck," his voice had a rich cadence to it, an accent I couldn't quite recognize though I felt like I should. German maybe? He leaned against a light pole and pulled out a cigarette case flicking it open to reveal cigarillos. Ah, what the hell, you only lived once. I took one and he smiled as he lifted his own to his lips pulling out a lighter and indicated me to come forward. Frowning I did so and he lit both of our smokes with a single flick of his thumb. "Tis good luck." I rolled my eyes and watched him take a long savoring inhale, trying to understand why I was so intrigued by this man. He rolled the smoke around in his mouth before he exhaled it into a ring. Show off.
I laughed, "I'm not that talented," I took my own inhale, savoring the rich complex flavors before suddenly. I burst out coughing, hacking more like, I felt like I was dying. I felt a hard smack on my back and the feeling of being choked cleared.
"You haven't smoked one before?" I didn't really want to embarrass myself further but my nearly dying in front of this sexy thing had certainly put a dent in the ego. he smiled, it was understanding. "Just inhale into your mouth." He tried showing me what he meant and I nodded my understanding, though my head spun in a way that made me feel like I was drunk or something, and all I had were two rum and coke, oh, and the beer from before I had picked up Bianca. There was no way I should be this drunk. "Here, lean against the pole, your head is likely spinning." I stumbled as I moved and he caught me. He was surprisingly solid beneath his outfit, and he smelled incredible. Like cinnamon, clove, and spices. I wanted to bury my face into him and breathe in. What the hell? He pulled away, shame, "It is the nicotine, the high that that gives you is a headache-inducing nightmare, but I think you should be alright, you only did a small inhale." I was grateful for his assistance, even if it did make me feel like an imbecile.
I took another drag, a slow hesitant one and only inhaling the smoke into my mouth, it burned, but the tastes were of spices and whiskey, most pleasant, with no real burnt taste, just the heat of breathing in embers. After a few more in comfortable silence, I could feel the headache die away to a dull throb, though that might have been the music, I wasn't sure. Every time the doors opened it turned from a dull thrum that was more felt than heard to something obnoxious and made me feel like I was going to get knocked over by soundwaves. How did people enjoy this garbage? I looked to my cohort and saw the same wince cross his features, apparently, I wasn't alone. "Not much for clubs?"
He shook his head and exhaled a plume of sweet-smelling fog, "Not really, too loud, too many people." I raised an eyebrow and he smirked at me and I fought the fluttering in my chest at the devilish look that flashed in his features. "Socially stunted at a young age and never really recovered."
I breathed a sigh of relief, "Me too. Getting out is hard, and this music is likely going to give me a hangover before any amount of their watered down drinks will."
His laugh was a brief wash of pure pleasure, "Noticed that too did you? And my gin and tonic I think is vodka and carbonated water that was passed by a pine-scented air freshener." I laughed at his dry tone and noticed that he smiled too. It felt good to laugh, especially after being so concerned of fucking up in front of a crowd. Here, I had already made a fool of myself so what more did I have to lose? "Though I am pretty sure my head will not forgive me in the morning with that speaker that keeps on making my teeth rattle." I laughed more, easy and relaxed in his presence, and I did notice, that no, it was not the strobe lights playing tricks in his eyes.
We stayed outside, passing time between our inhales with easy talking, I had learned that he had come across the pond, I'm assuming he meant the ocean, about eight years ago. He hadn't said where he was from but since I was evasive about my formative years I didn't press for details. We talked about my interests in archeology and early religions and his interests in engineering. Soon that shifted to Roman aqueduct systems and my explaining how they were vital for Rome being as large as it was able to get and him telling me how they were built and how precise they needed to be. I glanced at my watch and couldn't believe it. "You know we've been out here for more than an hour?" He frowned and I twisted to show him my wrist. "Look."
He looked from my watch to me, to the building and then back to me. "I don't really feel like going back inside. I'm rather enjoying being out here, talking with you." And there were those flutters again, what the shit? I was right there with him, even without our drinks, I was content out here in the mild weather, my own leather jacket blocked out the playful breeze that had picked up and honestly, I was enjoying my time with Christian, more than I would have thought possible.
"Should we?" I saw him hesitate and shrug a shoulder. I didn't really want to but suddenly a thought came to me. "We could go to my place." What the fuck was I talking about? Sure, I wasn't a virgin but I had never brought a guy home, especially one that looked this good, or that I had any interest in doing anything more than satisfying a base instinct. Not to mention I had met him what? A few hours ago. Still though, it felt right. I saw his eyes flare, and knew I wasn't alone in my thoughts.
"Are you sure you feel comfortable with that?" Not really, but the fact he stopped to ask made my idea a lot more concrete, he wasn't the playboy type either, that was nice.
"Sure, we could watch some movies, I am sure that they will be a lot better than what's going on here."
He held the door open for me as we went back to the club and he had to lean close to be heard, I shuddered at the feel of his breath on my skin and the words he spoke. "I don't know, looked like we might get a decent show with Lisa and Barry." I swatted at him and felt him laugh as we walked back to where the others were sitting.
"We're going to go back to our place," I told Bianca, she raised both eyebrows but I smiled reassuringly, I was well aware of myself and my faculties, I wasn't being taken anywhere against my will. "You have enough for a cab?" She dug through her purse before nodding and looking from me to Christian before giving me a thumbs up. I smiled shaking my head and letting my roommate draw her own conclusions as Christian led the way out. I hadn't noticed but he stood easily half a head taller than me, six five maybe, but given that I was six foot one, I hadn't noticed that he practically dwarfed everyone around us. He really was larger than life. Actually, I wasn't sure he'd fit in my Mazda now that I thought about it.
Outside he looked to my little red sports car and smirked, "I don't think this clown will be fitting." I flushed, "Why don't you drive yours home and I'll bring mine?" It seemed, informal, but both of us had divulged that we weren't particularly normal so I nodded. "Phone?" I frowned and pulled it out looking at him funny before it dawned on me. I unlocked it and handed it to him. he quickly typed in his information before handing it back to me. "In case I get lost and you need to get a hold of me to keep me out of trouble." He winked before going off to a massive Mercedes-Benz truck thing. Kreischen Shadenfreude, well, wasn't that a mouthful. I tucked my phone into the cradle in the car and pulled out slowly, thankfully it wasn't closing time so it was easy enough for Kreischen to follow me.
I want to say that we went to my place and he helped me with my ancient civilizations essay, or that we watched old cheesy movies while curled up on the couch with a couple drinks between us. But no. Something came over me and we barely managed to get in the door before clothes started flying. He pressed me into the wall, his hands pinning my wrists above my head. It was so titillating being manhandled given my size compared to any other man. He treated me both as if I was incredibly precious and yet handled me with the rough passion of a man needing a woman. It was maddening.
"I barely kept my hands to myself all night," his voice was rough in my ear, hard and as desperate as we both were. "I just needed to touch you." I knew the feeling as I slid against him as best as I could, hot, wet, and needing him with everything in me. This was madness, utter and complete madness; and I couldn't stop. My shirt went flying off into a corner, my bra was next. His mouth found my puckered nipple and I moaned, crushing his head to my breast. It felt so damn good. For a human he knew his way around, we made it to the bedroom, barely, and he pushed me onto the bed. I felt like prey.
His green eyes practically glowed in the dim street lamps outside, the way he watched me had me all kinds of needy. I wiggled out of my pants and spread my legs for him, giving him plenty to see as I slid my lace panties aside. "I thought you wanted to touch me." I taunted him, sliding my fingers over my slit for him, Christ I was so wet already. I barely saw him move.
His hand wrapped around my throat, not hard, but enough to get my attention as I looked up at him. He kept watching me, hungry eyes flitting over every detail. "I didn't tell you to stop." Well, wow. I could feel my whole body react to the gruffness in his voice, to the hard rod of desire I felt pressed to my belly. I kept toying with myself, one hand rising to my breast and toying with the nipple as I slide two fingers inside. Oh, fuck. I shuddered at my own ministrations, whimpering at the way he watched me like some predator. It took everything to keep my demon attributes at bay but I managed. I managed even as the pleasure was mind blowing, as I felt my climax coming faster and faster, washing around me like crashing waves before I finally let go and released. My climax came out in a white-hot surging scream as my back arched and I felt my pleasure soak my hand and the bed. Holy shit, holy fucking shit.
I looked up and there he was above me, fully naked, aroused pole of man-flesh fully exposed and glistening pre at the tip. His voice was a sinful intoxication in my ear. "Good girl." I shuddered, my body relishing that response, my whole being thrumming like a well-struck tuning fork. It was insane. He slid into my wet and waiting body and I felt my whole body stretch to accommodate him. His entire being surrounding me, filling me, overwhelming me in the best ways. "You feel, so incredible." His voice was a distant murmur as pleasure clouded me in a dense fog. In and out he thrust, harder, hips gyrating into my in powerful rhythmic thrusts. My whole body lurched with each.
"Oh Kreischen," his name flowed off my lips easily, a sacred prayer as he thrust into me again and again, his massive hand taking my wrists and positioning them above my head as he kept going. my head spun, my body tingled, my magiks going haywire as pleasure surged through me in ways I had never known before, in ways that made me feel like I might, in fact, be going mad. "Oh fuck baby, yes, that's it, just, like that." Each word was enunciated by a shuddering moan.
I came in a blinding shower of sparks and awe, my entire body reacting as I screamed out for him. I came, hard, fast, and wild. I struggled to breathe, lying there, not seeing much as the world swam out of focus, that was incredible. I moved slowly, body already starting to ache in the most delicious ways. I found the solid heavy bulk of him and crawled myself over him and laid my head down, listening to the erratic beat of his heart beneath my cheek. "That," his voice rumbled beneath me, "was incredible." I agreed but had no energy to speak. The last thing I saw, was the glimmering green of his eyes, and then everything faded into a comfortable blackness.
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