DM: You want to loot the Bullywug Heir? Well, alright, I guess.
Fighter: *rolls a Nat. 20*
DM: You rigorously search the body, uncomfortably so, getting in all of its froggy bits. You get really familiar with the Bullywug’s parts, trying to find something of value even though this is a creature that the DM would never have given any treasure.
DM: You find 250 gold.
DM: And you’ve just thoroughly groped a frog person’s corpse. Nicely done.
There’s just something about that bit where Dot says she didn’t get the gelato from Little Italy, she got it from Rome, that really hurts me? It’s such a small, simple gesture. She wanted to make Clary feel better. But she loved Clary so much she wanted to give her the best, so she went all the way to Rome for it. Just to make Clary happy. Except she couldn’t tell Clary she’d done that for her, she had to lie about where she got it from because Clary didn’t know she was a warlock. And there’s just so much emotion in her voice and her expression when she says ‘it was from Rome’ that honestly just breaks my heart. She’d been keeping this secret for so long and when she finally gets to tell her the truth, when Clary finally knows what she really is and Dot gets to say ‘Look what I did for you. Look how much I love you’ it was under those circumstances, where Clary was in a cage and Dot had been imprisoned and experimented on and forced to cast spells on Clary to control her. Honestly, Dot deserves so much better.
Saturday Night Live has always done sketches about whoever is president, and I would say that no matter if you thought the sketches or the impressions were good or bad, it was never mean spirited and all the presidents from Gerald Ford to Barack Obama seemed to never have any problems with being lampooned on SNL, even if they may not fully agree with the material they knew that comes with the job. I mean, there was even a cold opening in 1994 with George H.W. Bush bringing up that Dana Carvey made fun of him a lot while he was the president.
But now, we have this new president who wants to whine and cry and claim that the sketches about him are “mean-spirited” when the sketches fall in place with how SNL has always done. If you’re fucking up then SNL will make sure everyone knows about that, no matter who is president and he will be treated no different. Also, if this small bit of criticism from a comedy show that you hosted just a season ago is getting to you, then being the president of the United States is not the job for you. It is a very stressful, thankless job that gets you a ton of criticism and if you can’t handle it and you need to go on twitter at like 3 AM and bitch about it, then just don’t become president because I can honestly say that SNL won’t stop making fun of you.
Int: There’s a lyric about faking it in bed. Have you ever done that?
Perrie: I think every girl has done that.
Leigh-Anne: Sometimes you feel bad and don’t want them to feel awkward, so you just do it.
Perrie: You’re so funny!
Jade: We’ve all been there.
Leigh-Anne: Or if you’re getting bored of it.
Jade: And you want it to be over and you’re just like: “Come on…!”
Perrie: It’s what every girl thinks and what every girl’s been through. We’re just saying it in a song.
Leigh-Anne: Also, if your ex has been a bit of an arsehole, then it’s nice to belittle them!
- Fabulous Magazine
I am honestly so upset and angry. It’s not only about him being my favorite. He was a black male lead. A man who got through SO MUCH in life. Lost his dad. Had to watch his mother kill herself. And went through all of that trauma as a kid. The decided to get better by going to a law school and help people just to be involved in a mess he didn’t wanted to be part of (he killed Sam, out of self defend for the girlfriend he eventually had to lose). His mental health wasn’t fine.
The moment he gets a little bit of happiness he is gone. He sure ass fuck didn’t deserve this. He was MURDERED. And they showed his body. I’m done.
Hey sugars, a lovely lady here asked me if I could help her with her profile. It’s the only one I’m going to do though, I would if I could but it takes some time.
I made sure to keep her points but just refine it a bit.
Her’s was really well done, I just did some fixes. :)
I made sure to play to her strengths and even highlight her milk-chocolate goodness (tropical, exotic..). I hope this helps some.
A queen who wants to be
treated properly by a king.I would describe myself
as a slender, curvy, ambitious, soft-hearted woman. *I emit a soft glow.* I
love moonlight, good food, and things that sparkle. I love to laugh, so if you
have a sense of humour we will get along well! I’ve been told my pictures don’t
do me justice. You will have to let me know if that is true when we meet.My life goal is to be a
positive force for change in the world. I am ambitious and I need to be, I’ve
got a world to change.I can’t wait to meet my
I am seeking a gentleman. Someone honest, direct, and kind. I’d like to meet
someone who is wise and generous and willing to share some of that wisdom with
me. I want someone who’s company I can enjoy, who simply has the means and
desire to support me, spoil me, and guide me. I’m not looking to play games.
Treat me respectfully and I will do the same for you.We are both here for a
reason. You want companionship and to help someone, I want financial support
and great memories. This isn’t all about money for me, but please do not insult
me by pretending it isn’t part of the arrangement.If you are looking for
intimacy before an arrangement, you are on the wrong website. I do not get
intimate with anyone until I am certain they will keep me comfortable both
financially and physically.If you can exceed my
expectations I will certainly exceed yours.
AFTER: “Let me bring light, back
into your life
I am a slender but curvaceous, ambitious,and soft-hearted lady
with a tropical, exotic flair. Moonlight, delicious food and shiny things bring
out the best in me. I am a comic, and I know laughter is the best medicine, so
if you have a great sense of humor, I’m certain we’ll get along just fine–don’t sigh too loudly at my corny jokes. Something
many can attest to, is the radiance and glow that often follow me, my pictures
do not do me justice. I’m sure you’ll tell me the same as we white-water raft,
climb Mount Everest, or have a nice bite to eat on our first date.I am a force to be reckoned
with, but emit only positivity–something I’d love to see in the world. I am
ambitious and I need to be- I’ve got a world to change.I can’t wait to meet my
“I am seeking a gentleman. Someone honest, direct, and kind. I’d like to meet
someone who is wise, generous and willing to share his insight. Someone who’s
company I can enjoy, who simply has the means and desire to support me,dote on,
and guide me.Treat me respectfully and I will do the same for you.“
I left out the final part of her write up, I told her to add it but to finish it lightheartedly. No negative tones, remember.
so here’s this story, i’m not going to put a “read more” option, because the last two times i’ve done that, it’s derped really hard, so you’re just going to have to scroll, sorry. also sorry for mistakes, i’ve been writing this for like 5 hours straight i’m pretty out of it
Prompt: “I don’t want to do this, not without her”
Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x reader
Warnings: A little bit sad at one point, terrible cliches
Word Count: 3,260 (hahaha sorry)
Three years before opening night
The usually quiet coffee shop was incredibly crowded, and you sighed before getting in line, reluctant to trade the comfort of familiarity for a shorter wait somewhere else might offer. So you waited and paid for the drink, pocketing your change while your eyes skimmed the tables and rested on a small, empty one in the corner. Once you were settled and had your laptop in front of you, you began to relax.
New York was very different than where you were from. The soaring buildings and chaotic streets made you nervous at first, but after a few months, they were oddly comforting, and you often found yourself smiling for no particular reason as you would weave your way through the crowded sidewalks on the way to school and work. You were a secretary for a large company, and although the job was simple and enjoyable enough, it was only to help you finish your degree in music. You’d been searching for a more practical career your entire life, but it had been last year when it hit you that everything you did led back to music anyways, so why not pursue it? So here you were in New York–lost and confused with very few friends and not a lot of money, but for what felt like the first time since graduating high school, you were living.
You looked up from your laptop as someone cleared their throat. A dark-haired man was standing in front of you, a coffee in his hands and a smile on his face. “Do you mind if I sit here? I promise I won’t be much bother.”
“No problem. It’s pretty crowded today.” You pulled your bag onto your side of the table and out of the stranger’s way.
As he settled, he pulled a laptop from his bag and placed it on the table across from yours. “My name’s Lin.”
“I’m (Y/N),” you offered, a smile slipping onto your face as you bit your tongue and turned back to you work. If there was one thing you’d learned about New Yorkers, it was that they were usually in some sort of rush, and rarely in the mood to talk while in public.
You continued to work in silence until your coffee was gone, and even then you stayed. For some reason, you couldn’t make yourself get up and walk away from this man. So you kept stealing glances any chance you got. Whenever you almost worked up the willpower to leave, his eyes would squint in concentration, or he would chuckle to himself, or bite his lip, and you’d be glued to the seat once again.
It had been almost an hour of watching him and pretending to work when he finally spoke. “Sorry, don’t want to interrupt, but can you think of anything that rhymes with ‘satisfied’?”
His question caught you off guard. “Uh… Cyanide?”
Lin’s eyes shot up to meet yours and a laugh escaped his lips. “That’s great, but I don’t think it quite fits with the story.”
“So what is the story?” you challenged, determined to help him find a word that fit.
He looked back down at his screen. “You really don’t want me to get started.”
“I have all day,” you lied, thinking of the things you needed to do.
His expression was hesitant and a little bit defensive as he began to talk. “Well, I’m writing a musical about Alexander Hamilton.”
You blinked. “Like, the founding father?”
“That’s the one.”
A silent sort of determination burned in his eyes. “I’m not, actually.” He withdrew into himself and started typing again.
“I want to hear this.” Once again, his eyes were on yours and you smiled. “C’mon, I’m getting a degree in music. I want to see how you’ve done this.”
“Well, it’s not finished yet…”
“Oh, that’s fine, just let me listen.” You pulled your chair up next to his, and one demo and a few explanations later, you knew this was going to be incredible.
You stayed in that coffee shop for three hours that day, talking and rhyming and learning more about Alexander Hamilton. Lin was like no one you’d ever met before. He was so passionate about this project, all hurried words and wild hand gestures, and he carried with him a steadfast will to see this project come to fruition. You fell in love with the lyrics he so carefully wrote, with the blueprint of this concept he so eagerly showed you. Hamilton took root in your heart then, and you knew you’d never be able to pull it out.
Eventually though, you had to pay attention to the clock you’d been shamefully ignoring. “Lin, I really need to leave now. But I want to hear more about this! I want to be there the night it opens on Broadway.”
He smiled, thankful for your support. “I’ll save you a seat. Front row.”
“Promise?” you asked as you finished typing your number into his phone.
“As long as you promise to come once you realize how ridiculous the whole idea is.”
You smirked, pulling your bag onto your shoulder and pushing your chair back under the table. “It’s a deal.”
One year before opening night
“Come on, Lin. You need to finish this!” You snatched his phone from his hands as he yelled indignantly.
“Hey! I need to respond to that!”
“No, you need to work, I’ve got it.” Of course he was on Twitter. So you typed a tweet for him, informing everyone that he would be taking a break to actually get some work done… for once. You spent a few minutes scrolling through his feed, laughing softly every now and then, until you felt Lin’s looking at you, a ridiculous pout on his face.
“Why do you get to have fun while I’m over here slaving away?”
“Shh, I’m trying to read.” When he kept his gaze locked on you, you sighed. “Pick up your pen, and start writing.”
Lin groaned and put his head on his dining room table. “It’s too cold in here to work!”
“Then turn down the AC.”
“But I’m trying to write. I think you should do it.”
You rolled your eyes and pushed your seat back from his table as Lin seemed to be struck with an idea he quickly wrote down. After grabbing a blanket out of his room and adjusting the temperature, you came back to find that Lin had migrated to the couch where he sat with his feet up on the coffee table, writing something in a notebook.
Before you had a chance to sit down, he said, “Oh, and I think I’ll need some hot chocolate, too.”
“It’s summer, Lin.”
“Do you want me to finish this musical or not? I need hot chocolate!”
You threw the blanket at him, but one warm drink later, you found yourself dozing off by his side while he hummed softly. You weren’t concerned–you’d fallen asleep on his couch and vice versa plenty of times. Right before you slipped out of consciousness, he looked at his notebook and sang a line so quietly you almost missed it. “Pick up a pen, start writing.”
Your eyes opened a tiny crack, the faintest hint of a smile on your face before you fell asleep.
Lin watched you for a few moments until your breathing became steady and slow. “You know, (Y/N), I think I love you.”
He kissed your forehead and tucked in the blanket around you, smiling as he turned off the light. What did he ever do to deserve you?
Six months before opening night
“Why don’t you find an actual date instead?”
Lin groaned. “Not this again. C’mon, (Y/N), I just really want to see this movie!”
“That’s what you said about the last one.” You didn’t move out of your doorway, not yet willing to let Lin inside.
“But this one is going to be really good! Please! I’ve been looking forward to it since last year!”
“Yet you still couldn’t manage to find a date.” You pulled the door open the rest of the way and allowed him to walk inside. You weren’t ever actually going to turn him away, but he wasn’t off the hook yet. “Why don’t you ever date? Plenty of girls are interested in you.”
He followed you to your bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub as you started getting ready. “I don’t want to date any of those girls. Besides, I…” He hesitated, and your hand stilled, the mascara halfway to your eyelashes. “I’m practically dating Hamilton by this point. Why don’t you ever date?”
“Shh, you ask too many questions. I’ve only got one shot at this eyeliner, so don’t distract me!”
When you finished your makeup, Lin was waiting by the door, holding out your shoes to you and practically bouncing up and down with excitement.
You smiled. “Let’s go.”
He kissed your cheek. “You’re the best!”
A chuckle. “I know.”
One month before opening night
Lin walked with you to the theater, rambling on about how excited he was for you to see what his coffee shop writings were turning into. You finally had the day off work, and your degree in music could wait for a few more hours while Lin showed you what his entire world had become.
He introduced you to the guard at the door, to an orchestra member practicing backstage, to someone on a ladder that was fixing the lights. A smile stayed glued to his face as he led you through the building, talking to everyone and making sure they knew who you were. You’d met so many people by the time you reached the dressing rooms that you lost any hope of remembering names.
Lin knocked on the open door of a dressing room, catching the attention of the people inside. “Pippa, Jas, Renée, this is (Y/N).”
They smiled and hugged you while Lin launched into a conversation about their roles in the play, and the costume changes, and the character development. Their laughs were infectious, and you quickly found you enjoyed talking to them. Twenty minutes later, the five of you were sitting on various pieces of furniture, lost in conversation, when the man you recognized as Chris knocked on the door frame.
“Lin, we need you for a minute.” He turned to the girls. “And then we’re running Helpless and Satisfied at 10. You’re welcome to watch, (Y/N).”
Once Lin was gone, the girls turned back to you. “He never stops talking about you,” Phillipa said. “It’s a little bit scary, honestly.”
A laugh bubbled out of your mouth. “Probably because he never sees anyone else. He’s been working on this for so long that I think he’s forgotten what life is like without it. I’m just so glad that it’s finally happening, and that you’re the one playing Eliza. Before he met you, he spent a good month trying to convince me to do it.”
“And why didn’t you?” Renée asked.
“He heard me sing.” That brought a round of laughter before you continued. “No, I’ve just always wanted to compose a film score, and it would probably be best to not get caught up in acting right before I get my degree.”
“But you’re at least coming opening night, right?” Jasmine questioned.
The memory of your promise from years ago hit you hard, and pride swelled up inside you. “I’ll be right in the front row. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”
One week before opening night
You stood in your living room and stared at the letter in your hands, already starting to feel nauseous.
Please inform us immediately if you will be present in Los Angeles on August 6 to begin working. We are sorry again for the short notice.
This was it, this was your chance. You had been offered a job to work with some incredible composers on a score for a new movie. You’d fought for your entire life to get to this point. But you still felt sick and your ears were ringing.
The sixth of August.
That was opening night.
You couldn’t stop looking at the paper, everything else around it having gone blurry.
A hand on your shoulder caused you to jump and spin around only to come face to face with Lin.
“Sorry,” he started. “I didn’t knock but… Oh, are you okay?’
You didn’t realize you were crying until his hand reached up to brush away a tear. Stepping backwards, you shook your head, a sob forcing its way up your throat. Lin tried to reach for your hand, but you pulled it back and held out the letter to him instead. He carefully took the paper and started to read, not saying a word until he finished the entire thing.
“(Y/N), you know you have to go.”
You fell onto your couch, and Lin was beside you in an instant, pulling you into a tight hug.
“It’s opening night,” you whimpered.
He ran his hand up and down your back. “I know, it’s okay. It’s okay.”
“I promised, Lin,” you mumbled into his shoulder. “I want to be there!” You looked up into his eyes to find him tearing up.
“I know you do, and I want you to be there, too. But… You can’t miss this opportunity, (Y/N) this is what you want. Go. I’ll help you pack if you need it.”
So you started packing, and when Lin finally left for rehearsals, you broke down on the bathroom floor and cried another ocean.
Part of you was thankful that Lin was supportive and helping you make the right decision. The other part wanted him to beg you to stay, so you could see him opening night, so you wouldn’t have to leave him.
You would have to leave him.
The thought froze you completely. Lin had been such a huge part of your life for the last three years. You didn’t even know who you were without him. He was the best friend you’d ever had, and even though he had to put up with all of your crap, he stuck around.
What did you ever do to deserve him?
Two days before opening night
You clung to Lin, trying not to cry again but ultimately failing. He was practically crushing you with his hug, buried in your shoulder and sniffling quietly. When he finally released you, he grabbed your hands, his eyes red. “Good luck,” he whispered, his words somehow louder than all of the airport.
“Thank you.” You squeezed his hands one last time before finally letting him go and grabbing your suitcase. It was heavier than it should have been. You were maybe fifteen steps away when you heard him shout.
You turned and met his eyes.
Ask me to stay. Please, Lin, I can’t leave you, I don’t know how to live without you. Ask me to stay!
“Do not throw away your shot!”
A nod. A smile. And then you left him.
Lin was trying to button up his shirt, but his hands were shaking too much, and he jumped when he heard Renée’s voice behind him.
“I… yeah, these buttons just–”
She crossed the room and buttoned them quickly, pulling him into a quick hug. “Relax,” she said. “Everything will go fine. We’ve practiced this, remember?”
“I know, I’m just nervous, I guess. And I… “ he stopped himself, but quickly decided it wouldn’t hurt to express his feelings to Renée. “I wish (Y/N) was here,” he confided.
“Me too.” Renée led him towards the stage as they got their five-minute call. “You have no idea how proud she is of you, Lin.”
He shook his head. “This isn’t right. I don’t want to do this, not without her.”
“I know you don’t. But I don’t think she’d want you to throw away your shot, so get out there and perform, and then let her know how you feel.”
Renée was right. He’d perform for you tonight, even though you weren’t there. Still, he checked one final time to see if the seat on the front row was still empty.
Lin took a deep breath. This is for (Y/N), he thought.
You realized you loved him halfway through the plane ride back to New York, and you just hoped he felt the same way about you, because you were going to tell him the first chance you got. When you stepped off the plane, you hit the ground running. You didn’t stop until you were in a taxi headed for the theater. Pulling your phone out, you opened your messages with him to let him know you’d be there, fingers hovering the keyboard. No. You weren’t going to tell him. It would be a surprise.
You payed the taxi driver and thanked him profusely while you dragged your suitcase out of the car. When you arrived at the theater door, you realized the guard there was the same one you met on your first day at the theater, and many times since.
He smiled at you and reached into his pocket. “Lin told me to give you this if you showed up,” he told you, holding a slip of paper towards you and opening the door. “I can take care of your suitcase, too.”
You laughed, trading the ticket for your luggage. “Thank you!”
Instead of looking at the ticket, you headed straight for the front row and plopped down in the only empty seat left just as the music started.
You’d seen the show in rehearsals, but this was just unreal. The energy and emotion everyone put into the acting was incredible. The opening number was going smoothly, and you leaned back into your seat, bursting with pride.
Lin didn’t see you until halfway through My Shot. But when his eyes skimmed over the audience, he did a double take, focusing back in on you. The whole process took less than half a second, but afterwards, Lin stood a little taller and sang a little louder.
You loved him.
When the play was over, a security guard came to find you and escort you backstage. You made your way towards his dressing room, but before you could get anywhere close, Lin was flying around the corner and running towards you.
He kissed you without giving either of you a chance to talk. He hadn’t slowed down from his run, so he backed you into the wall and held you there, clutching your waist desperately and pressing his lips to yours like you were keeping him alive. He pulled away with a gasp.
“I love you,” you said in unison, and you melted in his fierce hug.
“(Y/N), you are so, so stupid!” he said. “Why would you come back?”
Tears were in your eyes as you laughed. “It was a typo, Lin.” You smiled up at him. “The letter. It was supposed to say August sixteenth, not August sixth.”
His jaw dropped. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not, actually. Besides, there’s no way I could live on the other side of the country without you knowing that I love you.”
By this time, the rest of the cast was swarming the room, and they cheered when you kissed again, neither of you acknowledging the need to breathe for a long time.
(Thanks for your support of whatever this turned into lol)
“This is torture…” ”They said it’d only take one operation… but I’m still here and that was three years ago.” ”Welcome, you’re never going to see daylight again.” “I just want to get out. I don’t care whether I’m better or not.” “How do I know you’re real?” “What have they done to me?!” ”What have they done to you?!” “I want this to stop! I want to go home!” “Sit still and count to ten, it will all be over soon…” “Take your medicine and you’ll feel better, I promise.” ”I don’t think the ‘cure’ they keep talking about exists… I think we’re doomed.” ”Now, look at me and stay calm. This’ll only hurt a bit.” ”Why are you strapped to this fucking bed?! What are they doing to you?!” ”Look at me. Can you tell me how many fingers I’m holding up?” ”I thought so, you definitely need more surgery.” ”We’re just very curious… and you won’t live to see another day anyway, so you might as well give it a shot.” ”Something went wrong… I think you’re blind.” ”There are rumours going around that you’re next.” ”If I’d known this was what I was signing up for, I would’ve rather died at home.” ”So, how long have you been here for?” ”For this treatment you’ll need to undress first.” ”Why don’t you just let me go? We both know there’s no cure for this.” ”Open up wide and let me look inside.” ”I’m not going to lie, this will hurt a lot, but it’s the only way to help you.” ”You almost didn’t make it… but I saved your life.” ”Look at the light. Ah, I see… I think I’ll need to do something about that look in your eyes.” ”No, anaesthetics won’t work on you, that’s why I don’t use them. I’m very sorry about that.” ”Let me see what happens when I do this….” ”Can you handle more? I really want to try something else…” ”Maybe you’ll have visitors next week.” ”What happened to your arm? What did they do this time?” ”Oh my god! I can’t even look at you… What happened?!” “They say I’m in here because I’m crazy, I think I’m crazy because I’m in here.”
okay but listen. louise belcher and mabel pines? they wouldn’t get along. i know everyone wants to have ‘em cross over and be pals because shared voice actress and yeah maybe they’d bond over boy bands a bit and louise would think the monster hunting stuff is cool but mabel would say one word about her glitter glue or her scratch and sniff stickers and louise would just scream
ya wanna know which belcher kid would actually get along with mabel?
Here is a list of things I do to motivate myself to study on my bad days:
Tidy up Clean your living quarters and declutter your work space.
Take a shower or bath Wash away the bad vibes.
Step outside Breathe some fresh air and appreciate nature. Maybe even go for a walk.
Try meditating Even if it’s just for five minutes. There are a lot of great guided meditations on Youtube [x] [x] [x] if you’ve never meditated before.
Drink Water Hydrate yourself.
Talk to someone It can be a good friend, a family member, or even a stranger. Just socialize a bit.
Music Listen to your favorite song or album to pump yourself up.
Make a List It doesn’t have to just be things you need to get done. It can be your favorite things or stuff you want to do before you die. (I personally find making lists relieving and they inspire me to work harder.)
Study in a new place Go to a library, a coffee shop, or even a park.
Do some exercises/stretches It will ease any tension in your body and make you feel less stressed.
Do something you enjoy Give yourself a bit of a break and try to study later knowing you were able to do something you like.
minor season 2 spoilers! i used a few scenes from the trailer so, if you’re avoiding any spoilers at all costs, maybe don’t watch lmao
so ive been working on this since this song came out back in like??? october??? and i got quite a bit done when i first started working on it, but then i rly liked what i had so i stopped lol but then!! i realized that i could make this @dadliestwarrior‘s birthday gift so :D i finished it just for you, tori!! happy birthday!! :D i hope you get everything that you want and that you have a great day :D ilysm im so glad voltron brought us together!! ;w; lance bless (’: i hope you enjoy your video!! ♥
Pairing - Jungkook x Reader (Taehyung is a main character as well)
Genre - Stripper Au
Word Count - 2297
Warnings - Sexually Explicit Content (Y/n Is a stripper)
A/n -Just as a disclaimer I want everyone to remember that this is FANFICTION. So even though Taehyung is a complete jerk in this series, we all know that he is an amazingly sweet person and nothing like how hes portrayed here. Thanks for reading! (:
I woke to the sun shining brightly through my window. I was excited because today was my first day off in a while. Today was the day that I was going to pamper myself.
I went to get my nails and hair done and did a bit of shopping. I knew it was important to take care of myself and Tae never forgot to remind me of that fact.
After everything was finished, it was around six and I headed home. I wondered if my boyfriend would be there or out taking care of business.
To my surprise he was home. I entered the house taking off my shoes at the entrance and walking into the kitchen where I heard movement.
Taehyung was standing in front of the stove so I walked over to him wrapping my arms around his torso from behind.
“Hey sexy.” He said when he realized it was me.
“What is this, are you actually cooking me dinner?” I asked amazed by the kind gesture.
“Yes I am, you’ve been working really hard lately and I wanted to do something special for you.” He said.
“That’s so sweet Tae.” I said kissing him on the cheek.
“Go sit at the table, It’s almost ready.” He said as he grabbed plates out of the cabinet.
“Wow you’re even going to serve me? There has to be some sort of catch to this.” I sat down at the table and waited for him to bring me my food.
He carried over our plates and we began to have a decent meal. It had been so long since we had sat down together to enjoy a meal, Taehyung was so busy that we hardly spent quality time together.
“How was your day?” He asked.
“Good I bought some cute outfits that I can use at the club.” I said.
“Buying clothes to impress your little boyfriend from last night?” He asked.
“Don’t see that guy anymore.” He demanded out of the blue.
“Which boy are you referring to?” I asked.
“The boy from last night who you exchanged numbers with. You didn’t think I saw that did you?” He asked taking a sip of his drink.
“Oh you mean Jungkook. We exchanged numbers just in case he comes to town again, he isn’t from here.” I told him.
“You know y/n I don’t like it when you do sneaky things.” He said in a disapproving tone.
“Tae what are you talking about? I wasn’t trying to be sneaky, I just thought - ”
“Delete his number.”
“Okay fine, I’ll delete it.” It annoyed me that he was getting so upset that I had one guy’s number. He had so many girl’s numbers that I had lost count.
“Good girl.” He said as he continued to eat his food.
“You know, it bothers me when you get jealous of customers Tae. You know that I would never cheat on you. Don’t you trust me?” I asked.
“Of course I trust you baby. I know you would never cheat on me after all I’ve done for you. It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s him. I see the way he looks at you, I don’t like it at all.”
“I’m a stripper and I’m nearly naked when he sees me. Of course he stares at me.” I replied back.
“I’m finished with this conversation. How does the food taste?” He asked calmly.
Another one of my boyfriend’s annoying habits, changing the subject whenever he felt necessary. If Taehyung said the conversation was over than the conversation was over, no questions asked.
“Fine, but I have a favor to ask.”
“What is it?”
“I know it’s not my place but I have a friend who really needs a job. She’s a great dancer, if you hired her I would really appreciate.” I told him getting up from my seat to sit in his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Yes, I’ll hire her.” He said without hesitation.
“Really?” I replied excited tone evident in my voice.
“Of course, anything for you babe.” He said as he stroked my cheek.
“She is going to be really grateful for this opportunity. She just had a child and she could really use the money. Her name is Zoe, let me give you her number.”
“What did you just say her name was, Zoe?” He asked his demeanor had changed immediately.
“Yes Zoe, is there something wrong?”
“No, tell her I’ll meet her in an hour. I suddenly want to meet her as soon as possible.” He said standing up from his seat.
“Thank you so much baby.” I said hugging him.
Taehyung went to meet Zoe and interview her and after I had cleaned and showered I decided to relax on the sofa and watch television.
I took out my phone and went through my contact list remembering that I had Jungkook’s number.
I knew that I needed to delete It, I had no reason to be talking to Jungkook anyway. For some reason though, I found it difficult to do so.
I thought it would be nice to talk to him every once in a while. I enjoyed speaking with him and I selfishly didn’t want to delete his number.
But Taehyung had done so much for me. He didn’t want me to have Jungkook’s number and I could kind of understand why. He probably thought that Jungkook was interested in me but I knew that wasnt the case.
I stared at the number for a while before finally deciding to obey Tae’s orders and delete the number.
I held my finger over the delete button before finally pushing it and to my shock realizing that I had actually pressed call instead of delete.
I hurriedly hung up the phone and threw it across the sofa.
If it only rang once the call wouldn’t have went through right?
The call did go through and moments later my phone was ringing. I stood up from the sofa pacing back in forth while it rang.
I shouldn’t answer it. I definitely shouldn’t answer. I thought before I suddenly made a mad dash for the phone to answer it before he hung up.
“H- hello?” I stuttered.
“Hey Y/n did you call?” He asked.
His voice on the phone was a bit deeper than it was in person. My heart reacted in a weird way when he spoke and I felt butterflies in my stomach all of a sudden.
“Hi, um yes it was an accident sorry.”
“No worries, I actually wanted to hear from you but I wasn’t sure if you could talk.” He replied.
“Oh, yeah I can talk.” I said sitting back down on the sofa.
“By the way was everything okay with your boyfriend. He seemed a bit upset last night.”
“Oh yeah don’t worry about him, he’s just really over protective.”
“Ah, I see. Well I’m glad he isn’t upset with you.” He replied.
“Did you go to work today?” I asked changing the subject.
“Yeah I did, what about you?”
“No, I never work on Mondays.”
“What did you do then?” He asked.
“Just ran errands. Nothing special. Are you at your house right now?”
“Yes I’m being lazy in bed. What about you?”
“Same, well not in bed but on the sofa. Haha”
“Is your boyfriend home?”
“No, he’s interviewing someone. What about your girlfriend?” I asked. He had never mentioned having a girlfriend but I was interested in knowing if he did.
I had also kind of assumed he would considering how handsome and kind he was.
“My non existent girlfriend? No she’s not home at the moment.” He replied jokingly.
“You really don’t have a girlfriend?” I asked.
“No I don’t.”
“Then do you live at home with your parents?”
“No I moved out at a rather young age, I just wanted some independence.”
“I see. You seem to really have your life together.” I replied.
“You think so? Thank you. I still feel like I’m really far away from where I wanna be in life though.”
“Well we are still young so, we have a lot of time.” I said.
“Are you happy y/n, with your life?” He asked.
Am I happy? That question was foreign to me. I hadn’t been asked that ever and I had never really thought about happiness much. I just lived my life day by day the way it was.
“I don’t know If I would use that word. But I do know that I’m content. I work hard for the money that I make and I get taken care of well.”
“By your boyfriend?” He asked.
“Yes, I know he may seem a bit… much. But he’s a really good guy.” I said.
“Is he really? He seems sort of possessive from what I can tell.”
“Well, he can be a little possessive and controlling. But that’s just his personality. He’s only that way because he wants thing to work out well for us.” I said defending Taehyung.
“If you say so. I dont know, I just feel like a man should treat his woman different.” He said.
“Okay, and how would you treat your woman?” I asked.
“Well first of all I wouldn’t treat her like an item. Like she’s my own personal property. I’d treat her like a queen.”
“Wow, even if her choice of employment is looked down upon?” I asked.
“That doesn’t change who she is as a person. What you do for a living doesn’t make you any less valuable y/n. Do you feel like it does?” He asked.
I sat in silence for a moment, pondering my response. If I was being honest it did. I put on such a front and pretended that I didn’t care about what people said about my profession when in actuality, I did care.
“I don’t feel like I’m worthless or anything. I just don’t feel like I deserve to be treated any better than the way I am currently treated. Does that make sense to you?”
“It hear what you are saying but it doesn’t make sense to me. You shouldn’t feel that way, I really think it’s because of the person you’re dating.” He replied.
“I appreciate your concern, but you don’t know Taehyung like I do.” I said.
“You’re right I don’t and I’m fine with that, I dont want to know him. But I would like to get to know you more.” He said causing me to blush. I was glad that this wasn’t a face to face conversation or else I would be really embarrassed.
“Me? Why?” I replied.
“I keep asking myself the same thing. Why do I keep thinking about this girl that I hardly even know. Then I see you and even now hearing your voice on the phone. There’s just something about you I like.”
“Well thank you.”
“No problem, and don’t worry I’m not trying to hit on you. I just want to be friends, for now.” He spoke.
At this point Taehyung was fuming. It was evident in the way that he was driving as he sped along the highway.
He needed to make it to her house as soon as he could. He needed to see for himself, he needed proof.
When he arrived to her house he banged on the door waiting for her to answer.
When she opened the door she looked like death. Her hair was a complete mess and she looked like she had just woken up after a very drunken night.
“Oppa?” She said as she opened the door.
“How dare you reach out to y/n?” Taehyung said as he walked into her apartment.
“You were refusing to answer my phone calls, I even showed up at your club looking for you. Oppa I gave birth to a child, your child.”
“Bullshit.” Taehyung replied looking around for the baby.
“I’m serious and I can prove it if you want. I lied to you when I said I was on birth control. I tried to call you when I found out I was pregnant. You continued to ignore me so I had to do what was necessary for the kid and myself. I called y/n because I knew you wouldn’t want her to find out.”
“Are you fucking threatening me right now?” Taehyung asked raising his voice.
“Look I wont tell her about us, all I want is money. Give me enough money to raise your kid and I’ll stay out of your life for good.”
“Why would I give you money. I can tell that you’ve been using again. All you are going to do is blow it all on drugs.” He replied.
“That’s my prerogative. If you don’t want y/n to find out, I suggest you give me the money.” She said.
Taehyung was now at his boiling point he had been threatened one too many times.
Taehyung pushed Zoe against the wall and used his body to keep her trapped there as he placed his arm across her neck restricting her airflow.
“You better watch your mouth or else you and that child will pay.” He said.