i am not afraid i was born to do this

anonymous asked:

I love your imagines... Can I ask you something? How do you think Chris Evans is when it comes to having sex? What do you think he likes? Keep up the good work lady!

Why? Because, man… Chris Evans and i were born on the same day (years apart obviously. He’s 11 years older than me) so i am afraid that if i open my mouth, i’ll reveal too much. Ahahah!


I’ll try to approach this based on astrological zodiac traits.

Ok… Geminis get bored easily. I’d say Chris likes to take his woman from behind a lot, but then again, which guy doesn’t? I’d say he likes to be in control most of the time and might allow you to take over every once in a while. I think he enjoys role playing, seeing you in various outfits, having sex in different places, just to constantly change the routine you know? Sex should always feel like a game for him, sometimes even a fight for the sake of being rough. It should be fun otherwise he’s out. I also think he’s one to dictate when and how. If you’re lucky and catch him in the mood when you try to initiate it, he’ll definitely follow.

I imagine he doesn’t like cuddling afterwards, not because he’s mean or anything but because he needs his space while he catches his breath. But if you rest your head on his chest it’s not like he’ll object. He loves blow jobs of course and going down on women but he might be a bit selfish and would want to receive rather than give most of the time.

If you deny him sex he’ll be pissed alright. I’m sure he likes to show off his strength in bed.

Chris Evans will fuck you most of the time, and he’ll make love to you once in a blue moon, when he truly feels like it. When you’ve earned it.

Seducing you and foreplay might be ten times more fun for him than the actual sex.

And i am dead and done now, bye.


Milk and Honey // Rupi Kaur

Aries: “Our backs tell stories no books have the spine to carry”

Taurus: “Perhaps the saddest of all are those who live waiting for someone they’re not even sure exists”

Gemini: “I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you, I left because the longer I stayed the less I loved myself”

Cancer: “What is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives”

Leo: “I will never understand why you held me if you were afraid of warmth, you should have known I was a fire”

Virgo: “The world gives you so much pain and here you are making gold out of it”

Libra: “I am water, soft enough to offer life tough enough to drown it away”

Scorpio: “If you were born with the weakness to fall you were born with the strength to rise”

Sagittarius: “I do not want to have you to fill the empty parts of me, I want to be full on my own”

Capricorn: “We began with honesty, let us end in it too”

Aquarius: “Your body is a museum of natural disasters can you grasp how stunning that is”

Pisces: “You treat them as if they have a heart like yours but not everyone can be as soft and as tender as you”

“The secret of getting ahead is getting started.” – Mark Twain

“Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.” – William Butler Yeats

“It always seems impossible until it’s done.” – Nelson Mandela

“The best way for you to predict your future is to create it.” – Abraham Lincoln

“It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.” – Confucius

“Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.” – Thomas Edison

“Don’t watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going.” – Sam Levenson

“What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals.” – Zig Ziglar

“By failing to prepare, you are preparing to fail.” – Benjamin Franklin

“I am not afraid…I was born to do this.” – Joan of Arc

“The most effective way to do it, is to do it.” – Amelia Earhart

“We aim above the mark to hit the mark.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence.” – Helen Keller

“The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.“ – Walt Disney

“Consult not your fears but your hopes and your dreams. Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in, but with what it is still possible for you to do.” – Pope John XXIII

“Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.” – Arthur Ashe

“When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on.” – Franklin D. Roosevelt

“What you do today can improve all your tomorrows.” – Ralph Marston

“Perserverance is failing 19 times and succeeding the 20th.” – Julie Andrews

“The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.” – Thomas Paine

“I attribute my success to this–I never gave or took any excuse.” – Florence Nightingale

“Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Willing is not enough; we must do.” – Johann Wolfgang van Goethe

“Who seeks shall find.” – Sophocles

“Change your life today. Don’t gamble on the future, act now, without delay.” – Simone de Beauvoir

See Part 2 for more motivation.

“Lemonade” poetry bits


I tried to make a home outta you.
But doors lead to trapdoors. A stairway leads to nothing.
Unknown women wander the hallways at night.
Where do you go when you go quiet?
You remind me of my father, a magician. Able to exist in two places at once.
In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me.
What are you hiding? The past, and the future merge to meet us here.
What luck. What a fucking curse.


I tried to change.
Closed my mouth more.
Tried to be soft, prettier.

Fasted for 60 days.
Wore white.
Abstained from mirrors.
Abstained from sex.
Slowly did not speak another word.

In that time my hair grew past my ankles.
I slept on a mat on the floor.
I swallowed a sword.
I levitated… into the basement, I confessed my sins and was baptized in a river.
Got on my knees and said, “Amen.” And said I mean. I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet.
I threw myself into a volcano.
I drank the blood and drank the wine.
I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God.
I crossed myself and thought… I saw the devil.
I grew thickened skin on my feet.
I bathed…in bleach and plugged my menses with pages from the Holy Book.
But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know.
Are you cheating? Are you cheating on me?


If this what you truly want.
I can wear her skin…over mine.
Her hair, over mine.
Her hands as gloves.
Her teeth as confetti.
Her scalp, a cap.
Her sternum, my bedazzled cane.
We can pose for a photograph.
All three of us, immortalized.
You and your perfect girl.

I don’t know when love became elusive.
What I know is no one I know has it.
My father’s arms around my mother’s neck.
Fruit too ripe to eat.

I think of lovers as trees…
…growing to and from one another.
Searching for the same light.
Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me? (Why can’t you) Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can.


So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me?

Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who because of me, sleep evaded. Her shroud is loneliness.

Her God was listening.
Her heaven would be a love without betrayal.
Ashes to ashes…dust to side chicks.


She sleeps all day…dreams of you in both worlds.

Tills the blood in and out of uterus. Wakes up smelling of zinc.
Grief, sedated by orgasm.
Orgasm heightened by grief.
God was in the room when the man said to the woman, “I love you so much. Wrap your legs around me and pull me in, pull me in, pull me in.”
Sometimes when he’d have her nipple in his mouth, she’d whisper, “Oh my God.” That, too, is a form of worship.
Her hips grind pestle and mortar, cinnamon and cloves, whenever he pulls out.

Dear moon, we blame you for floods…for the flush of blood…for men who are also wolves. We blame you for the night, for the dark, for the ghosts.

Every fear…
Every nightmare…anyone has ever had.


You find the black tube inside her beauty case.
Where she keeps your father’s old prison letters.
You desperately want to look like her.
You look nothing like your mother.
You look everything like your mother.
Film star, beauty.
How to wear your mother’s lipstick.
You go to the bathroom to apply the lipstick.
Somewhere no one can find you.
You must wear it like she wears disappointment on her face.
Your mother is a woman.
And women like her can not be contained.

Mother dearest, let me inherit the Earth.
Teach me how to make him beg.
Let me make up for the years he made you wait.
Did he bend your reflection?
Did he make you forget your own name?
Did he convince you he was a God?
Did you get on your knees daily?
Do his eyes close like doors?
Are you a slave to the back of his head?
Am I talking about your husband or your father?


He bathes me…
…until I forget their names…and faces.
I ask him to look me in the eye when I come…home.
Why do you deny yourself heaven?
Why do you consider yourself undeserving?
Why are you afraid of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you.
But you are the love of my life…love of my life…the love of my life…the love of my life.


Baptize me…
…now that reconciliation is possible.
If we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious.
One thousand girls raise their arms.

Do you remember being born?

Are you thankful?
Are the hips that cracked…
…the deep velvet of your mother…
…and her mother…
…and her mother?
There is a curse that will be broken.


You are terrifying…
…and strange…
…and beautiful.


The nail technician pushes my cuticles back…
…turns my hand over, stretches the skin on my palm and says:
“I see your daughters, and their daughters.”
That night in a dream the first girl emerges from a slit in my stomach.
The scar heals into a smile.
The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails.
We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath.
I wake as the second girl crawls headfirst up my throat.
A flower blossoming out of the hole in my face.


Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons…
…the zest of half lemon.
Pour the water from one jug, then into the other, several times.
Strain through a clean napkin.

Grandmother, the alchemist.
You spun gold out of this hard life.
Conjured beauty from the things left behind.
Found healing where it did not live.
Discovered the antidote in your own kitchen.
Broke the curse with your own two hands.
You passed these instructions down to your daughter.
Who then passed it down to her daughter.

My grandma said, nothing real can be threatened.
True love brought salvation back into me.
With every tear came redemption.
And my torturer became my remedy.

So we’re gonna heal, we’re gonna start again.
You’ve brought the orchestra.
Synchronized swimmers, you are the magician.
Pull me back together again the way you cut me in half.
Make the woman in doubt disappear.
Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk, knot after knot after knot.
The audience applauds…
…but we can’t hear them.

Warsan Shire


get to know me (2/10} favorite animated films ☰ the last unicorn (1982)

I am a little afraid to go home. I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am no longer like the others, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but I now I do. I regret.

unsolicited list of favorite quotes from badass historical women
  • I only need three things to subordinate [a horse]: an iron whip, an iron hammer, and a sharp dagger. I will whip it with the iron whip. If it does not submit, I will hammer its head with the iron hammer. If it still does not submit, I will cut its throat with the dagger. Emperor Taizong praised my bravery. Do you really believe that you are qualified to dirty my dagger? (Wu Zetian)
  • Fool! Don’t you see now that I could have poisoned you a hundred times had I been able to live without you? (Cleopatra)
  • God forgive you, but I never can. (Elizabeth I)
  • Courage? I have shown it for years; think you I shall lose it at the moment when my sufferings are to end? (Marie Antoinette)
  • For my own part, I adhere to the maxim of antiquity, that the throne is a glorious sepulchre. (Theodora)
  • I lose. I win. I defend myself when I am attacked. I take when someone has taken from me. (Mata Hari)
  • In my end is my beginning. (Mary of Scots)
  • If we just fold our arms and yield to them, I would have no face to see our ancestors after death. If we must perish, why not fight to the death? (Cixi)
  • The important thing is not what they think of me, but what I think of them. (Victoria of the United Kingdom)
  • I am not afraid… I was born to do this. (Joan of Arc)
  • I bend my knee to no man. Unless I choose to. (Caterina Sforza)
  • I choose what I believe, and say nothing. For I am not as simple as I may seem. (Catherine of Aragon)
  • If it ever lay in my power, I will work the Cardinal as much displeasure as he has done to me. (Anne Boleyn)
  • I am not fighting for my kingdom and wealth now. I am fighting as an ordinary person for my lost freedom, my bruised body, and my outraged daughters. (Boudicca)

(feel free to add more!! and please let me know if any of these aren’t legit because some might actually be unsourced)

warrior child,
you carry such coldness in your veins
war-torn child,
you carry such loneliness in your bones
war-born child,
you carry such horror in your heart

warrior child,
you were born with legends breathing inside your name
and history books waiting to trace your footsteps

war-torn child,
you know better than anyone how to cry in silence for things gone by
and how to kill and kill without seeing their eyes

war-born child,
you were made to hold brawls between your knuckles
and bury old friends and old memories between your ribs

warrior child,
I was once a warrior too
I was born with bones made of gunmetal
    and eyes made of muzzle flares
    and a voice made of hissing bullets

war-torn child,
you and I are much the same
I am older than you
    but not by much
    but not by enough
you will soon be as old as I
and we will both still be warrior children

war-born child,
you and I know too well
    how this story will end
    how this story always ends
    how this story must forever end

warrior child,
do not fear
it is they who should be afraid

war-torn child,
fear is what beats inside your heart
in the place where life used to be 

war-born child,
there is nothing more frightening
than a man who has torn his own self apart

so burn your bridges, warrior child,
    before someone else lights them up
so freeze your heart, war-torn child,
    before someone else leaves it cold
so dig your grave, war-born child,
    before someone else buries you

—  and if they ask—call it peace ( j.p. )
The ACOTAR characters as pop music artists and lyrics of theirs that describe them
  • Tamlin: Justin Bieber;Chris Brown
  • Justin Bieber-"Yeah, I know oh oh that I let you down, is it to late to sorry now"
  • Chris Brown-"It's alright, I'm not dangerous, When you're mine, I'll be generous"
  • Amren: Halsey;Zara Larsson
  • Halsey-"I'm a wanderess, I'm a one night stand, Don't belong to no city, Don't belong to no man, I am the violence in the pouring rain, I'm a hurricane"
  • Zara Larsson-"Well that's too bad, it ain't my fault"
  • Mor: Lady Gaga;Sia
  • Lady Gaga-"I don't wanna be alone forever, but I can be tonight"
  • Sia-"I was born in a thunderstorm, I grew up overnight"
  • Azriel: Maroon 5;Bruno Mars
  • Maroon 5-"I was afraid of the dark, but now it's all that I want"
  • Bruno Mars-"Just like the clouds,my eyes will do the same, if you walk away, everyday, it will rain"
  • Nesta: Rhianna;Beyoncé
  • Rhianna-"Funny how you're the broken one,but I'm the only one who needed saving"
  • Beyoncé-"I know the world,and I know who I am, it's 'bout time I show it"
  • Elain: Selena Gomez;Taylor Swift
  • Selena Gomez-"Kill em with kindness"
  • Taylor Swift-"When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe"
  • Lucien: Melanie Martinez;The Neighborhood
  • Melanie Martinez-"Oh darling, go buy a personality"
  • The Neighborhood-"Maybe you're right, maybe this is all that I can be"
  • Rhysand: Ed Sheeran;Shawn Mendes
  • Ed Sheeran-"And you will never know just how beautiful you are to me"
  • Shawn Mendes-"When you fall asleep tonight, just remember that we lay under the same stars"
  • Feyre: Alessia Cara;Meghan Trainor
  • Alessia Cara-"But I tore down my walls, and opened up my doors, and made room for one, so baby I'm yours"
  • Meghan Trainor-"My name is No,my sign is No, my number is No, you need to let it go, need to let it go"
  • Ianthe: Ariana Grande;Katy Perry
  • Ariana Grande-"Focus"
  • Katy Perry-"I could start yelling at any moment"
  • Cassian: Zayn;Niall Horan
  • Zayn-"And I don't wanna fit wherever, I just wanna keep calling your name, until you come back home"
  • Niall Horan-"Over and Over the only truth, everything comes back to you"
Because loving you, makes me feel alive. Because you are the one who saw me when I was invisible. Because you where the only one who talked to me that first day. You loved me from that first day. And I wasn’t able to see it. I know I didn’t love you back then but I ’ve always felt this deep connection and love for you. At first I was looking to you as a friend. And the truth is, that if I could choose anyone to be my best friend, I would choose you. Because you made me smile. You made me believe in myself again. You were trying to catch my attention. You were funny. And smart. And cute. And weird. And sensitive. I had never met anyone like you before. You were so different, you made me break my rules day by day. I was strict with myself and then, I was watching me change. I started to laugh. I started to feel. I cared so much about you and I didn’t know why. I wanted to help you to believe in yourself and don’t be afraid to show who you are. But instead, I guess, it was you who taught me all these things. You were the one who helped me be happier. And do things I could ever thought I would. I was a caterpillar in cocoon and you helped me turn into butterfly. I was born again. I saw beauty everywhere. Remember that day? When that cat scared you? I am happy she did because this cat is our secret connection. I love cats and I told you. And I know that that time in biology class, when you mentioned something about cats, it was for me. Because you can feel this connection, too. And now, everytime I look at my cats, or see other cats, they remind me of you. They will always remind me of you. I hope you can feel it, too. I think I love you more and more everyday. Although I don’t see you and we don’t talk and we have about eighty five days until we both meet again, I love you more. I can feel you soul beside mine. And it feels so good. Dreaming that I will hear your heartbeat one day, while you hug me tight. Like that day? Remember? When I was so afraid because you had a girlfriend and I was in love with someone else but I knew, deep inside, that you loved me. And I was afraid. Because you were hugging me so tight that I couldn’t move. And I didn’t want to, because you could think I didn’t want you to hug me. And I was afraid to hug you, too. But I wanted you. I really wanted you. Because even though I wasn’t in love with you, I always loved you and I wanted you as a friend. And I needed your hug more than anything. Because it was the first time someone hugged me. Someone who cared. Because I knew you did. I knew you loved me. And I know this isn’t right to tell or think or need this love when I couldn’t love you back, but I wanted someone to care. And you did. Although you ’ve always been too afraid and shy to admit it. And I am sorry if I hurt you. If I made you feel that I loved you too, back then. But it wasn’t until I almost die from depression and bad toughts and a love disappointment that I realised that you are the sun behind the clouds. That loves me, no matter what. That has this bright face and smile when he looks at me. And this sparkle in the eyes. And that I loved you, too. Very, very much. In a way that scared me at first. I was trying to pick up the broken pieces of my heart and out of nowhere, just like that, you appeared in my life. Again. You were the most unexpected person, the most unexpected time. And that’s why I was afraid. Because I wasn’t ready to understand this love. It was a weird feeling for me because it didn’t look like the others. I didn’t love you passionately, but deeply, truly, in a calm but also crazy way. And I was afraid. That’s why I did so many mistakes. Basically, we both did. But maybe it’s better this way. Because we weren’t ready for that and if we had something, we would destroyed it. We almost did. But I have faith. I know we ’re not over yet. Because I love you. Very, very much. And I will wait. I will wait until you are ready. Until we both are ready. Until the timing is right. Because, by the way I see it, my love for you grows day by day. As someone once said “Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it inflames the great.” That’s how I know it’s true love. Because it’s you, it’s always you. It’s gonna be a long summer. 85 days to see you again. But in 85 days I will love you more than I love you now. So I hope you are okay.
Bye for now,
The girl who looked at you as a friend, until she realised that she loved you


To the one I love, 85 days left

Stark!reader x Aegon...

Word Count: 1,909

Warning: None

((I hope you like it! I LOVE it! My Targaryen feels are even greater now though so…oops? Lol))

They found you in the woods of the Stormlands after taking Griffin’s Roost. There was a war raging throughout ALL of Westeros, and so they had been able to land and secure the Stormlands for their own before any of the five kings could stop them. Where there was five, there was now six with the long lost son of Prince Rhaegar, Aegon the Sixth of his name, being yet another claimant to the throne.

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note: sometimes i scare myself and want to sleep with my mommy but i’m like no god dammit you’re a grown ass woman can you act like it ugh it’s the worst 

after a long day of putting up with naruto and then being hounded by his equally annoying son for training, all sasuke wants is to drop into bed beside sakura and sleep for at least two days. she laughs when he complains about them and then she shares her own stories about her own day and at some point they start kissing and sakura is smiling against his mouth. but before anything interesting can happen, their bedroom door slams open and their daughter launches herself on the bed and shoves herself between them.

sasuke groans because this bed is definitely not made for three people. especially not two grown adults and one preteen girl.

“mama!” sarada yells as she pulls away the blanket and settles in at sakura’s side. she grabs her and looks utterly ridiculous considering she’s hardly a child anymore. “mama, i need to sleep here tonight.”

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[Park Jimin] Imagine - Mind Your Business

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook  (BTS Semi-Famous) 

Genre: Drama & Romance

Summary: You are next in line to take over your family’s company. However, you do not want to run a company. You have no passion or experience for it. You want to sell it and live a normal status life. Your parents disagree and plan to send you Seoul at a boarding school that’ll set you straight.

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You were pacing back and forth in your father’s office. Hands crossed while your thoughts are endless about why they had you released early from school. 

The door clicks open and your head snaps to the direction a figure walks in through.

 “Well?” You ask impatiently. Your father isn’t taken aback by your attitude, he knew how much you didn’t want to be separated from your friends.

“Take a seat.” Your father pointed at a leathered chair that looked way too cold to be sat on. You obeyed anyway. 

“We know what you want to do with the company.” He sat in front of you and your face shrunk. You were waiting to tell them until they have officialy given you the certificate that the company was yours.

“How did you find out?” You spoke with the slightest string of confidence.

“You’ve forgotten we have ears everywhere Y/N. Especially in public when you hang out with those commoners.”  His words offended you. You loved every single one of your friends.

“This is all because you wanted to go to a public school. You wanted to be normal. You neglected your inheirted power to be normal. And now you’re giving up everything you have just to be normal. Well, tell me Y/N, what is normal?”

“Normal is not having your parents forcing you into an engagement. Normal is not being forced into power. Normal is when your parents care more about their children than a company.” You spoke normally, not wanting to raise your voice at your father. 

 "What is this nonsense Y/N?“ He rubs his head in stress. 

 You didn’t want to be like them. You didn’t want to worry about a company or going bankrupt. You had no experience in business whatsoever. The best choice for you was to sell it over to someone who could manage it.

 "I have no skills in business, how do you trust me to do this?” You look at your father. 

 "That’s why we’ve prepared this.“ He waves a pamphlet in his hand before throwing it on the table that separated both of you.

 You look at it curiously, cautiously taking it. ‘Business School in Seoul’ You look at it horribly. You couldn’t believe your parents would want to send you off, across the ocean, because they cared about their company so much.

“It’s a boarding school in Seoul. One of my friends recommended it. He sends his son there and sees progress. I expect so much from you Y/N. Don’t let me down.” He spoke as if it were fine. He didn’t understand what you wanted. 

You were left speech less. You didn’t know what to say. 

“I won’t do it.” You say finally. Your father only smirks, clearly having something up his sleeve.

“If you don’t want your little normal friends to end up hurt, you will.” You were afraid of his threat. Your parents cared so much about this company, that they’d go low enough to hurt your friends.

“You should’ve gone to the private school we wanted you to. Then this never would have happened. And now, you get to go to a boarding school.” He only rubbed it more in your face. 

“You already have me engaged to someone I’ve never met, how much father are you going to push and control my life?” You stood up and raised your voice. 

“I am willing to push as hard as I can to get you to realize what you were born to do.” Your father lowers his voice and you only scoff. 

With that, you storm out of his office and slam the door behind you.


“I could take these.” You tell the chauffeur who was managing your bags carefully. “You always were so humble Miss Y/N.” He smiles and politely rejects your offer.

“This is where you’ll be staying. The dormitory is in the east wing, and the campus is in the west wing. It’s an international school, so don’t worry about not speaking Korean.” Your manager, Sunny, explained. 

You sigh heavily in response. “And, I know you won’t enjoy this, but -” Sunny was afraid to continue her sentence.

“Say it.” You said boldly. 

“Your fiancé attends this college, so your father set up a dorm for you two.” She squints her eyes, preparing for a tantrum.

“Are you serious?” Your mood goes from worst to worse. “You’re almost 19 Y/N, please consider your future.” Sunny tries to reason with you.

You had no interest in arguing over a topic you’ve been fighting over half of your life. 

 The campus looked cold, it was probably Seoul’s bitter weather. There were students in uniforms, chatting and laughing. Most of them looked wealthy and uptight. 

“All of them are money hungry.” You say underneath your breath. You knew you weren’t going to get along with many students here. 

“Do you want us to guide you to your dorm?” Sunny asks as men continually take your luggage to it. 

“I’ll just follow them. I want to check it out alone.” You hinted her to leave and she silently nods. 

You follow the men who were taking your luggage to your new home. You walk into the large, modern looking building. It was a uni-sex dormitory. You look up and examine your surroundings. It seemed luxurious and over the top. It was like a 5 star hotel. 

“You new here?” A voice makes you come back to your senses. You look at who the voice belonged to. It was a tall male with dark brown eyes and faded orange hair. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, clearly for someone else.

“Yes.” You fix your posture as you read his name tag, Park Jimin.

“I think you have the wrong school. The community college is that way.” He points out the door and you become immediately offended. “Excuse me?”

You notice your wardrobe and it was casual compared to the expensive uniform you haven’t ordered yet. 

“Do you not speak English?” He crosses his arms. “What’s your problem, Tangerine?” You tease his hair color and his seems offended. 

“At least I have more sense in fashion.” He counters. 

“Did I order a glass of your opinion?” He scoffs at your remark, “Are you really this childish?” 

Someone taps your shoulder and you face the person, it was Sunny. “Y/N, really shouldn’t argue with him?” She says through gritted teeth.

“Why? This lowlife was being rude first.” You point at him. He rolls his eyes, and starts walking past you. 

“That lowlife is your fiancé.” 

Both you and him freeze. He turns around slowly and looks at you. Both of you shared the same shocked expression. “You’re Y/N?” He asks.

You didn’t answer. You were shocked that the rude person was the one your father chose for you. 

“These are for you then.” He smirks sarcastically, handing you the flowers. 

You don’t take them, instead you walk back outside the dormitory. 

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Author’s Note: Don’t worry! I will make this a series, however, I want to get a good feel on how many people would read and enjoy this! So please don’t be a silent reader and like and comment! (:

A Date With Death

[WARNING: Instance of animal death, mild gore.]

Phillip Toomey could see a man just in the peripheral of his vision. This man was tall and wore a finely tailored suit, the kind you see wealthy businessmen wear because they’re the only ones that can afford such a luxury.

The man stood out in this part of the city where those with money didn’t dare to venture, especially at night; for fear that they might get robbed whether that be by pickpocketing or a mugging at gunpoint.

Knowing this, Phillip couldn’t help but think maybe he was FBI but that’d be ridiculous, the FBI knew how to blend in and then there was this man, so out in the open and not even trying to go unnoticed. Though it seemed as if no one was sparing even a moment’s glance at him and Phillip thought it strange.

With a shake of his head, Phillip grabbed a newspaper off the stand, threw a one onto the counter, and made his way to the nearby coffee shop to grab some breakfast and a latte as he always did before going about the rest of his day.

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