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Anyone else alone af right now?
Youâre my favourite!
Fanfiction
Ship: Taron x female reader
Word Count 2.chapter): 677
Additional Tags: angst, kissing, fluff, smut
II
After what felt like years of driving, we finally arrived at our apartment in London.
I was here before, but now it was a completely different feeling. I had to get used to the feeling that this was my apartment now too, and that I didnât have to ask (Y/F/N) every time I wanted to do something or eat something out of the fridge. I lived here now, too. I had a new life.
âSo, when do you have to go to work tomorrow?â (Y/F/N) asked me, while she sat down at the table, that was placed right in the centre of the kitchen.
I got a job at a coffee shop and was very excited, because it was the first real job I had ever had.
âWay too soon. I have to be there by 5.30 amâ I sighed.
âEw, please donât wake me when you leaveâ my best friend laughed.
The day continued and it was lovely. I got to live in an amazing city with an amazing friend.
We went outside and she showed me everything, including the way to the coffee shop. It was rather old fashioned, but that was what I liked about it, and what made me apply for the job in the first place.
We also went shopping, so there would be food for me as well.
I felt relieved to be in the big city. It was like nobody was really watching, or judging you, but at the same time you felt like you belonged, just because nobody really cared and just let you do you.
When we got back to the apartment hours later, I was totally exhausted. I let myself fall on the couch and watched the ceiling.
âYouâll get used to the feeling, that everything is moving a lot faster than at home.â (Y/F/N) assured me.
âGod, I hope not.â I grinned, âI love it.â
We both laughed and she let herself fall next to me.
âSo, you wanna watch a movie?â I asked.
âYas, âcourse. You can pickâ
I turned on the Tv and opened Netflix. The first movie that was suggested was called Kingsman. I had never heard of it and wanted to watch it, but (Y/F/N) protested, and then assured me, that this was the only movie she didnât wanna watch and that I could pick any other movie. I laughed, and at the end we were watching bodyguard, what felt like the 100th time.
Mid-season I got so tired that I told (Y/F/N) that I would really like to sleep, and since we didnât put up my bed yet, Iâd have to sleep on the couch.
Turned out, she was tired as well and went to bed. I got myself to go to the bathroom, even though I was sure that Iâd fall asleep while I was brushing my teeth.
When I was finally finished, I fell asleep within 5 minutes and had a dreamless sleep. Sadly, that beautiful sleep was interrupted by the annoying noise my phone was making.
Already on edge, because it was way too early, I hurried to turn off my alarm so (Y/F/N) wouldnât wake up.
I dragged myself to the bathroom and did everything that was necessary, including putting on makeup, because first of all I wanted to make a good expression on my first day of work, and second of all, I really looked like shit, since I didnât get enough sleep, and I didnât want anyone to see my face like this today.
I put on black pants with holes on my knees, a white shirt with long sleeves and on top of that I wore a greyish shirt with a pink piano. To finish my outfit, I put on my Jordans, and since it was warm outside, I didnât need a jacked.
I locked at my watch and was happy to see that it took me only an hour to do all that.
I took my purse with everything inside that I needed and left the apartment as quiet as I could.
Youâre my favourite!
Fanfiction
Ship: Taron x female reader
Word Count (1.chapter): 704
Additional Tags: angst, kissing, fluff, smut
I
âYes mom, I fucking get that you donât want me to leave, but I canât stay in the same house as the dick, that you call your boyfriend.â I yelled at my mom.
âHoney, you know that I wanna make it work, and that I want you to be happy here, as well, but you donât really make that easy, you know?â my mom tried to calm me down.
I had gotten into a huge fight again with her boyfriend. He didnât like me, and I didnât like him. I didnât know what the big deal was. I wanted to move out to give them their space and suddenly my mom acted like she cared what happened to me.
âOk, now itâs my fault?â I yelled in disbelieve.
âI never said that, justâŚâ
I didnât let her finish, âNo, you know what? I am gonna move to London and youâre just gonna have to live with that. (Y/F/N)(Your friends name) will be here in half an hour and pick me up. Good bye mom.â I tried to say as calm as I could, while tears started welling up in my eyes.
The one bag I took with me was already packed and was not that big either. The good memories I made at this place already happened about ten years ago and after that everything went down.
I sat on my bed and waited desperately for (Y/F/N), when finally, the doorbell ring.
The bag suddenly appeared a lot heavier, now that everything stared to get real. My mind told me that I was making the biggest mistake I could possibly make, but I decided to listen to my heart.
I ran down the stairs, nearly ripped the door out of the wall, as I opened it, and sprang into my friendâs car.
âHey babeâ she said smiling, âready to start your new life?â
I nodded and we drove off.
I knew (Y/F/N) since elementary school and she was always there for me when I was about to throw myself off a building, because I thought that my life didnât have a meaning anymore.
Now I was 22, and I know what youâre thinking: âIf it was so horrible, why did she stay at home for so long?â And to be honest, I donât really know.
Obviously, when I was 11 and my mother first met her new boyfriend, I was too young to move out, and my father was never an option, since he was a violent alcoholic. When I was old enough to move out, I always made up excuses, which earlier I thought, were perfectly reasonable reasons that prevented me from fleeing.
I always said that I didnât have enough money, but who was I kidding? If you really want something, you just have to get a job, and save, or whatever.
But I guess itâs normal. Moving out is scary, even now, when I get to move in with my best friend. She was my age, but her parents were first of all nice, and secondly rich. Â
She moved to London two years ago, to what I had to convince her to, since she didnât wanna abandon me.
Her apartment wasnât big, but it sure was big enough for the two of us. (Y/F/N) had a boyfriend anyways, and she was at his place a lot. I actually already knew him and he was a nice guy. Though, if I had a boyfriend that pretty Iâd be terrified that heâd cheat on me.
(Y/F/N) of course, didnât have that kind of problems since she was freaking beautiful. She seriously was the hottest women I had ever seen.
âSo, howâd your mom take it?â she asked softly.
She was pretty much the only person I talked to about my mother, but she knew that I didnât like to do it a lot.
âFine I guess,â I replied, âOf course, she yelled at me, and Iâm pretty sure that she thought that I was joking about me moving out, or that I wouldnât have the guts to do it. I bet she wonât notice that Iâm gone until tomorrow. WhateverâŚâ I stated grinning, âWeâre roommatesâ I screamed.
âYass giiirl. Iâm so happy.â
Not to be horny or anything, but like... Taron
me
I cracked when I read this.
CR: I donât know who edited this, but props