i am so tired of having to repeat this

How to have fun

I just did this for 15 minutes. I love this so much.
1. Acquire (extra) large hoodie or sweatshirt
2. Put on said hoodie or sweatshirt
3. Put hood up and cover knees with hoodie/sweatshirt, forming a human ball
*you will be on ground now, so make sure you know the layout of the place you are*
4. Put arms in pockets
5. Roll to one side
6. Roll around building until tired
7. Repeat.
It’s very fun to pretend you are a Rollie Pollie and wiggle your little footsies to get around
<BONUS> if you have an animal(cat, dog, etc) roll towards them.(yelling “love me I am one of you now” is acceptable in this step)
Amazingly fun on my own and I have yet to try with friends!

Drunken Woman berates me when I'm trying to help.

A few years ago I used to work overnight (11pm-7am) for an insurance company. I did roadside service which consisted of people calling in about a flat tire, dead battery, or in this case, keys locked in the car. I’d then call and pay a contracted company to go out and help.

So around 3 am my time, a woman calls in from Phoenix for help. She’s locked out of her car. She started the call off very impatient and belligerent. First off, she was slurring heavily so I was having a hard time getting her address. Which I guess was my fault. I had to have her repeat the city a few times since I genuinely could not understand her. She hated this and began mocking me and implying I wasn’t from the country, which I in fact was. Apparently my southern accent didn’t allude to that.

Anyway. Once I get the address I asked what the address was for a reference for the lock smith. House, store, gas station etc. She said it was a house. I looked it up in google maps and it was, in fact, a dive bar. Uh huh. Put her on hold to call the lock smith. Once I got back over she continued to be generally displeased and angry at me personally it would take 45 minutes for the lock smith to get there. Which is actually a decent time, especially past midnight. It was my fault she’d have to wait for her keys. Whatever.

I hung up with her and googled the local police. Called them and reported her for potential DUI. Mostly because she pissed me off.

Sure enough, about 45 minutes the locksmith called back saying he couldn’t perform the service. I could hear yelling in the back ground. Apparently the woman began fighting with the police when they arrived and was being arrested by the time the driver showed up. Her boyfriend/husband (who the driver said seemed sober) was trying to talk them out of it.

So it turns out she did have a DD, but her drunken anger made her start fighting the police that showed up.

Be nice to call center employees.

anonymous asked:

Hi! So hapy to know you're doing something special for the Choi boys! Can I request MC deciding to give a cat to Saeyoung for his birthday?

Countdown to the Cake: 4

The Rainbow Code


You feet hurt. You’ve been strolling in the mall for almost 2 hours now, trying to find the perfect birthday gift for your fiancée, it wouldn’t be that hard if it wasn’t for the two whining messes complaining behind you.

“My back hurt.” Yes, Yoosung, we got it when you said the 9 times before.

“Ugh… I’m bored. Can we stop and get some ice cream?”

“No, not yet. Let’s stroll a little more, Saeran. Please… bare with me, guys.”

“MC, we’ve wandered around these shops before,there’s nothing here you haven’t seen before.”

“I know, but what if we passed for the right gift and I didn’t notice?”

“You know you could give him a pair of socks and he would still squeal like an idiot because it’s coming from you, right?” Saeran says, crossing his arms.

“Ugh… but I can’t give him socks, Saeran. I… he really didn’t give you any hint on what he would like?”

“Nope. And I would have noticed since he is not really subtle at hinting, that fool.” You groan in annoyance. “Just… accept you’re not finding anything here, MC.”

“What about some fancy hair products? I saw this shampoo that revitalizes color and…” Saeran shuts down and stops listening, it’s not like you cared as you keep blabbering and walking inside the cosmetic store.

He sits next to Yoosung in the bench and groans in annoyance.

“What’s wrong with her? Why she doesn’t just give up? Ugh… my brother and her are such a match in that sense.”

“But, Saeran… if you don’t like helping her, why are you here?”

“I can’t help it, she… she called the violet code.”

“The what?”

“Violet stands for ‘MC needs help’. It’s a stupidity Saeyoung created, we have these secret codes between us to make sure MC is happy, it’s… it’s so cheesy and stupid!”

“And whatever this is, you’re still following it.”

“Well, yeah! It’s simple, happy MC means happy Saeyoung, and happy couple means less problems for me to deal with. Seriously, you have no idea the hell these two fools make when they fight.”

“Oh, I do. Last time they fought, Saeyoung called me crying because MC apparently hated him and he wanted to rent a zeppelin to win her back.” Saeran rolls his eyes, yeah… he knew everything about the zeppelin ordeal.

“So you know why I follow Saeyoung stupid’s rainbow code.”

“Rainbow? Oh my God, there are 7 codes for this? You gotta tell me which are the other codes!”

“Yoosung, have you found something for him?” you walk out of the store and stop in front of them.

“I did, MC. I bought these comic books I thought he would like while you were seeing those customized sweaters.” Which, thankfully… you didn’t buy.

“Oh… comic books, yeah… that’s so thoughtful and adorable, Yoosung. Ugh… you should be his fiancé instead of me…”

“I’ll pass, but… don’t feel down, MC. I’m sure you’ll think of something meaningful to both of you that expresses your feelings very well.”

“How about cat lingerie, then?”

“He already has cat lingerie…” you sigh. Saeran feels like saying something, but… nah, better pretend he didn’t hear this.  

“Okay, have you ever considered asking him directly what he wants, like you did to me?”

“I did, but… I want to think of this myself, you know? We’re getting married pretty soon, I have to be able to give him what he wants without him telling me.”

“MC… don’t you think you’re putting too much pressure on yourself? You’ve been engaged for less than a year now…”

“Don’t even try, Yoosung. She’s stubborn just like him. And…” he gets up and starts to walk “I have no patience for any of this!”

“But Saeran, the violet code…”

“Fuck the violet code, MC”

“Wait, isn’t the rainbow code a thing just between the twins?”

“Yeah, and there’s the blue code in this.”

“Which means ‘MC is spending too much time with us and learning how to hack, so she knows the codes.’” Saeran explains in total boredom.

“Yeah…I called the violet code, not Saeyoung. So you still have to help me, Saeran!”

“I’m trying to help you, but there’s nothing I can do if you can’t take my help, you know? Ugh… fuck this, I’m gonna get some ice cream.”

“Ugh… what do I do, Yoosung?”

“Right now? Tell me all the codes, I’m so curious,MC!”

Saeran goes all the way to the ice cream shop muttering. How can you and his brother be so alike? It’s almost disturbing! Too bad you’re actually likeable most of the times and now he really feels this need to help you…

He picks the flavor he wants and pays to the girl in the cashier, who… happens to look vaguely familiar. What the hell?

“Have a nice day, sir!”

“You too… Saeyoung.” The girl widens her eyes before lowering her head and chuckling.

“Guess I can’t fool you, brother.”

“I’m not sure if I really want to know, but… what the fuck, Saeyoung?”

“Well, you know those days when you just want to put on a cute dress and infiltrate into the ice cream shop in the mall where your fiancée is buying your birthday gift? It’s… one of those days.”

“So you’re spying on her.”

“I prefer ‘watching her steps attentively’, please.”

“And why are you s… watching her steps attentively?”

“Yes, Saeyoung, why are you spying on me?” holy shit! You and Yoosung are standing next to the balcony.

“Saeyoung? Who is this handsome man named Saeyoung you all keep talking about?” he does this weird high voice, and you cross your arms, glaring at him and making him sigh. “Hi, honey…”

“What are you doing, Saeyoung? I told you before how creepy it is when you do things like that!”

“I know, and I’m trying to stop, but… I couldn’t stay at home knowing you and my brother were trying to get something for me. I… don’t know, MC, I panicked, okay?”

“Why did you panic?”

“Because… it’s… it’s still hard to believe, MC. My fiancée going to the mall with my brother and my best friend to get me a birthday present, is this real? Is this… happiness real? I… can’t really stay home while something like this is happening, I can’t miss all the happiness that is surrounding my life right now, because… what if it ends?”

Yoosung looks at you and Saeran, he’s honestly shocked, he knew how much Saeyoung still struggled with his depressive thoughts from time to time, but he never really saw one of these moments in person. You and Saeran apparently did, though.

“You’re such a moron, Saeyoung.” Whoa… not the reaction he was expecting from Saeran.

“Ugh… I know. And I’m really sorry, bro. I’m sorry, Yoosung. And I’m sorry… MC.”

“I… told you more than once you don’t have to apologize so much, silly. And… I also told you it won’t end, Saeyoung. I’m here, we’re getting married in less than a month, and your brother is here too. This is just your first birthday we’re spending together, the first of many. I’ll be here for you getting older with you every year of our lives. So… don’t worry about missing moments, there are so many important ones to come.” You just feel your own tears when you see his.

“I can’t believe you two are really crying and making a scene in an ice cream shop. Can you believe it, Yoosung?”

“I can…” of course, because he’s crying too.

The four of you finally leave the shop. Saeran still can’t believe he’s the one to apologize for his friends’ weirdness. He, of all people.

He really needs a break from you two, and Yoosung needs to recompose yourself. So now it’s just the two of you sitting in the bench.

“So, uhm… thank you for what you said, MC.I… am sure you’re tired of always repeating the same stuff to me, but I appreciate it, you know, the way you appreciate me. The way you love me.”

“I do love you, don’t I?”

“Yes, you do… and that makes me realize that’s the best gift I could possibly have, and not only for my birthday.” You blush, and he giggles. You don’t really mind getting flustered if he makes him smile like this. “The idea of us being this old couple, sitting on our rocking chairs in the porch, talking about how young people have no respect and… surrounded by cats, and…”

“Wait, what?”

“What what?”

“Surrounded by cats?”

“Well, yeah… I… love cats, and  despite of what Jumin think, I would be a good owner, if you… helped me.” then it hits you, the perfect birthday gift!



“I’m calling the red code.”





“YEEEESS!” he gets up and takes your hand, hugging you. Then he lifts you up before pulling you closer for a kiss. And you two laugh.

“Whew… they’re okay. I thought we would have to call the zepellin guy again…” Yoosung whispers to Saeran. But you and Saeyoung notice their presence again pretty quickly.

“Hey, Saeran, guess what?” you ask him.


“She called the red code!” you two giggle, still hugging each other.





“SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT DOES THE RED CODE MEAN, FOR GOD’S SAKE!” Yoosung almost shouts in confusion.

“MC WANTS TO ADOPT A CAT!” you and Saeyoung say at the same time.

You can see the other days here!

A night on the town, part 1

Pairing: McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 1487 (a little longer than I planned)

Warning: Brief mention of sex

Maggie waved her hand in front of your face as you stared aimlessly at the screen before you.  “Earth to [Y/N].  You alive in there, girl?”  The movement startled you, as somehow you had not heard her walk into your office.

“Umm yeah, Maggie. What are you doing here?”  You straightened yourself up in your chair and pulled on the lapel of your lab coat in an attempt to look like you weren’t half-asleep with boredom.  She put her hands on her hips on her hips with that mother hen look she often got with you.

“You need a break. All these patients and boring files are going to melt that big brain.  Come on we are going out tonight.  Dancing, a few drinks, then we can walk home looking at all the pretty lights of York Town.  I promise I won’t try to pawn you off on some random stranger.  Even though you do need to get laid sometime this century.” Shaking your head, you stood up walking around your desk.  

“Let’s not talk about that. The last time was horrible and I have no desire to repeat it.”  Maggie looked like she was going to stomp her foot.

“That is what I am saying! We go out have fun and go home a little tipsy and tired.  No pressure for anything more.  What could go wrong?”  Your brow rose in her direction.

“I can’t believe you just said that.  Something awful is going to happen now.  I will blame you if I end up here with a broken anything.”  She laughed as she jumped up and down.  

“Oh we are going to have so much fun.  Come on Doctor Boring I have a dress that will look perfect on you.”  Grabbing your hand, she dragged you through the door of your office past your commanding officer, who eyed the two of you warily.

“I probably do not want to know.  I need you in one piece for your next shift Doctor [Y/L/N].”  Your cheeks flushed.  Doctor Baush had seen you arrive many a time, for your shifts, hung-over after nights out with Maggie.

“Yes sir.  I will be here, I promise.  I have never missed a shift.”  The man nodded once then went back to his PADD.  She dragged you all the way back to her assigned quarters. Refusing to let you go home because she knew you would probably back out if given the chance.  The dress she handed you was better than you had imagined. It was not trashy or revealing. The knee length dress, had a light skirt that twirled when you moved.  It was a pretty aqua number with a black sash at the waist that accentuated your hips. You had to give it to Maggie she knew what you liked.  She pulled your hair up in a pretty and easy bun then just put a little flair of makeup around your eyes.  That was the reason she had become one of your closest friends.  She knew when to push you but never pushed too far.

The two of you walked arm in arm towards the busy central commercial streets of Yorktown.  Laughing and talking as you made your way through the crowds.

“Well, there must be shore leave.  Look at all uniforms out tonight.  Too bad we aren’t looking for some sexy Commander for you.” Maggie wiggled her eyebrows at you.  You could only laugh and pinch her arm gently.  

“Come on you promised me dancing and a few drinks.”  You pulled her into one of the lesser crowded bars.  Lesser, being it was still packed but there was not a line around the corner to get in.  A few shots for the both of you before you ended up on the dance floor for a few hours. While you were not drunk, your body felt warm and you had that normal pink tinge to your cheeks that happened just before you reached that point.  That was your cue to cease the drinking.  It felt awful waking up in the morning with a hangover.  So you quit while you were ahead.  You looked around for a few minutes for Maggie before finding her leaning back against a wall talking to some tall redheaded man.  They looked to be in deep conversation so you made your way back to the bar.  Just before breaking through the wall of people, someone tapped your shoulder.  As you turned, all you could see were startling blue eyes and a mess of blond hair.

“Hello, beautiful. Want to dance?”  The words were slightly slurred and he did not seem all together stable on his feet.    

“Oh no, pretty boy.  I am getting some water and taking a seat. My feet are killing me.”  You walked off leaving the surprised man in your wake.  Thankfully, one seat at the bar was open between everyone trying to cram into the small space.  As you sipped on your water, you turned back looking at the crowd and sighed.  This was not your scene.  It was getting to be too much.

“How come you aren’t out there dancing with that guy?” A voice asked from next to you.  Looking over you found a dark head of hair and a half smile looking into his liquor glass.

“Oh you mean the pretty boy? Umm no.  He is drunk and I don’t do the whole sleeping with a random stranger thing.  I really don’t need to wake up with some form of the clap either.  The hypos for that are not fun.”  The man choked then spit out his drink.  Raising a brow at him.  “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.  Yes, I’m fine.  Just uhh, the drink went down the wrong pipe there.”  You knew it was a lie but he was smiling wide now.  He looked handsome with that smile too.  “May I ask you a question?” You nodded at him, interested to see what the question was.  “Why are you in a place like this with people like this?  It’s a bar and people come to bars to drink and make fools of themselves.  You don’t seem like someone who would come here to do that.”

“Well that wasn’t what I was expecting.  But, I’m here because I needed a break in the monotony.  I’ve been bored and needed a bit of drinking and dancing.  Not looking for my soul mate or anything.  Just something letting me know I am still alive. You ever feel like that?”  The man sat up straighter on his stool looking at you in a way that made your cheeks flush more than they already were.  It wasn’t rudely, just searching deeper.

“Darlin’ you have no idea. I’m Leonard, by the way.”  He held his hand out.  You shook it with a dip of your head.  

“[Y/N].  Want to go outside, and talk?  This place feels like it is closing in.”  Leonard smiled again, setting a credit chip on the counter.  

“Lead the way.”  You couldn’t help but grin at him.  After a moment to let Maggie know where you would be, you walked out towards a bench that looked over the lights of Yorktown. The two of you talked for hours. Finding it funny how much you had in common.  You had attended the academy just two classes behind him and each of you had heard the others names in passing.  Leonard had even read your report on Xenobiological sampling; published last year.  There had always been rumors about the grumpy southern doctor in the medical circles you knew.  However, he laughed and smiled easily with you.  Before you both knew it, the sun was coming up.

“I can’t believe it. We have been talking for six hours. The time just flew.”  You stood up realized how stiff your body was from sitting for so long.  

“Me either.  But it was wonderful.  After I get some sleep today, would you have dinner with me?  I want to see you again.”  Leonard had been holding your hand for the past few hours and now he gave it a quick squeeze.  The hopeful look on his face made your heart melt.

“I want to see you too. I will meet you here at 1900.  You better not be late, Leonard.”  You leaned up on your toes and kissed him lightly on the lips.

“No ma’am.  I will be right here waiting.  1900 hours.”  He said quietly as he looked down at you.  You fought the urge to kiss him again.  It would end with you unable to pull away.  You already knew it.  Leonard stood there watching you as you walked off towards your home.  The feeling of his eyes on your back did not leave until you turned the corner.  Your heart was pounding in your chest.  Your mind moving at a million light years a second.

“I need to see that man again.”

part 2


mixes for THE RAVEN BOYS from the raven cycle
(click for bigger tracklists)

GANSEY (BYEGONE): listen here.
         “the thought inside it’s been around for much too long, but you already know, i know you know, you take the risk to leave it all, you take the risk to leave it all, you will be the pioneer, you will be the conqueror, of that intimate land”

ADAM (VESSEL): listen here.
         “and i may not see the future, but i see its lonely architect, at the door of my house, i don’t wanna be your vessel any more, i don’t wanna be a vessel of your doubt. truly i never dreamt, of all the dumb accoutrement, i would want for myself, for the shelf”

RONAN (THIEVES): listen here.
         “well i slashed your tires, and i locked your doors, so no one gets out, but there’s a rupture to the structure, of this house that we built, and i fucked it yeah i fucked it and i fucked it until those wolves they took all they could. forgive me for i am not acting myself, but these bees in my breath have to come out”

NOAH (KARCIST): listen here.
         “a frozen wasteland of hope and glory,  of history repeating, failing and creeping, i made a blood promise, i laid my stake here, but no one knows us and nothing feels like home anymore, faith for all of us, questions for older men”

sometimes i feel so fucking alone inside of my own head.
its the repeated whispers of my thoughts that echo through out my resolve.
like a movie, every demon in my life, is here.
pause. play. stop. rewind.
sometimes i don’t want to be inside of my own skin anymore.
i need to take back control
and i need to be in charge.
i’m tired of facing a cliche fucking world that’s full of color.
why have i only ever been able to see in black and white?
i am so fucking tired of feeling numb.
and no matter how many bruises end up on my knuckles,
or cuts that bleed from my wrists,
i still feel nothing.
i, am fucking nothing.
—  sometimes, a cry for help is silent.
His accent 🙈

Nico’s originally from Italy, so I can imagine him having the accent still. Even though he was in the casino for a while, he was still around Bianca a lot, and she would *certainly* have an accent. That means there’s a chance that Nico would retain at least a part of his.

Of course, it’s watered down thanks to living in America for so long. But that said, I believe that it’s there in the rare moments he’s excited and off guard. He’ll start speaking with an adorable Italian accent, his eyes sparkling with energy that he hasn’t had in years. He’ll laugh and not even notice that people would stare.

Or, even better, he’d slip into Italian without even noticing. He’d be in a conversation with someone and get super excited. Then, in the middle of the conversation, would switch languages. He’d be smiling and continue with whatever he was saying, but it would be in Italian. The other person, in response, would either look very confused causing Nico to notice his mistake and grow quiet and embarrassed therefore ruining the moment, or would go along with it.


Will sat under the shade of a tree with Nico. It was a nice, sunny day. There was a breeze, so it was chillier than Will preferred it, but it didn’t seem to bother Nico thanks to his jacket. Will loved being outside, and Nico loved the shadows, so the shade of a tree on a sunny day was the perfect scenario for both boys.

They weren’t doing much at the moment, just sitting in silence and enjoying each other’s company. Nico wasn’t one for talking, but with his hand entwined with Will’s, there was no doubt in the blonde’s mind that the other boy cared.

“Hobbies.” Nico said, seemingly out of the blue.

If Will had been anybody else, he would have thought Nico’s comment was of no value; was something random that could be brushed off. But Will knew better than that. The comment was just part of the game that him and Nico played. Ever since the incident that had brought them together [A/N: see the first chapter of my new Solangelo fic], Nico had actually put somewhat of an effort into who he was.

Mysteriously, he still couldn’t answer the three questions that Will had asked in the beginning.

Will chuckled lightly, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand. “Hobbies… reading, archery, and soccer.”

“Soccer?” Nico questioned, turning his head to look at Will. “You play a sport?”

“Used to.” Will explained to him. “Since becoming a year-rounder here at camp, I haven’t played at all. I kind of miss it.”

Will caught a small glint of curiosity in Nico’s eye, as if he were about to ask another question. He opened his mouth, but it was gone as soon as it came, the question seemingly dying in his throat. He closed his mouth as calmly and as stoically as everything he did.

“Now it’s your turn, Nico.” Will told him expectantly. “Let me here about what you do in your free-time.”

Nico sighed heavily. The stony expression on his face looked strained, as if he were debating a life or death decision. Even though he knew that couldn’t be the case, it made Will’s heart beat just a little quicker with worry.

Nico looked down at the grass, picking at it with his free hand. “I used to be really into Mythomagic.”

“Mythomagic…” Will repeated. That name rung a bell in his mind, but he was having trouble placing where he had heard it. When it struck him, he smiled. “Mythomagic. Isn’t that Trading Card Game? Sort of like Magic: The Gathering?”

“And like Pokémon.” Nico said, sounding tired. “I’ve heard it all, and yes - it is a TCG.”

Will laughed at Nico. “So your a secret dork, huh? You into video games and anime too?”

Nico looked back at the ground again. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Your point is?”

Will shrugged. “I don’t know, but I adore this new secret part of you.”

He meant to be endearing, but Nico looked just as upset and embarrassed as he always did when Will started to pry. Why Nico had let Will get anything out of him if it made him feel so bad, the blonde medic would never know. But he *did* know that he had to make Nico feel better, even though he had been the one to start the conversation about hobbies.

“Tell me more about it.” Will told him. Nico looked up at him, confused. “Mythomagic, that is. I know of it, but I don’t know much about it. Could you please explain it to me?”

Nico obliged. He tentatively began to explain the rules of the game. Will followed along, although it started getting a bit complicated. Nico kept looking up at him, then back at the ground as he talked. He seemed almost frightened to be discussing it.

Then, something amazing happened.

When he was done explaining the rules, he branched off. His voice was a couple pitches higher and he let go off Will’s hand. Normally, that would have been a bad sign. Nico receding back into himself was a silent warning sign his boyfriend would give him. But this time, he released Will’s hand to be able to talk with his hands.

His arms were flying just as fast as his words. Will had never heard Nico say something that hadn’t been thought through. This was a new sight. There was a sparkle in Nico’s eye that Will had never seen there before. A smile graced the boy’s face, and his voice reverberated with energy.

He began recounting stories and experiences of the game, laughing as he did so. Will had never heard anything as carefree and beautiful as Nico’s laugh. The pale boy talked about the game like Nico never talked about anything: with child-like excitement. It was free, and it was fun.

And as he spoke, Will heard Nico’s voice take on a slight change. Slowly but surely, an Italian accent overtook his words. It was adorable and innocent, the latter having never been a word to use with Nico. He looked at home, with the sunny day and Italian accent, as if the casino had never took home from him.

And then he completely lost Will. Nico’s words came out completely in Italian, and the boy didn’t even seem to notice. He just kept talking as if he were still speaking basic English. His eyes sparkled even more when he changed languages. Now, Nico seemed truly at home. He seemed truly comfortable; he looked comfortable in a way that Will knew he would never be able to make him.

Even though Will had no idea what Nico was saying, he didn’t interrupt. He simply enjoyed seeing his boyfriend so uncharacteristically happy. He let Nico have his moment of happiness and freedom. He seemed to be enjoying himself so much, Will wouldn’t dare interrupt him to break it to him. He was too cute and too happy.

Will was pretty sure he loved Nico even more after that afternoon.

Stiles Stilinski Imagine- Where’s My Love


Author’s Note- So this is based on this song, you can find it here. I just think it’s so beautiful so I had to make an imagine based on it.

Cold bones, yeah that’s my love
She hides away, like a ghost
Does she know that we bleed the same?

‘I can’t do this anymore. I am sick and tired of losing people to this fucking town. I have loved and lost so many people because of the supernatural backlash and I’m afraid I’ve lost myself. That was the last thought that ran through your mind, the words that repeated as you packed your bags, as you left your house key and as you began to drive. It wasn’t easy. None of this was ever going to be easy.

Stiles and Scott rushed into your house, they hadn’t seen you in over 24 hours and you weren’t answering your phone. Scott was still covered in blood from the last fight he had, trying to protect Beacon Hills from yet another supernatural threat. “Y/n!” they both called, storming through the empty rooms. Scott rushed upstairs, while Stiles checked downstairs. Suddenly, Scott’s footsteps from upstairs came to a halt; catching Stiles’ attention. He followed and walked into your bedroom, Scott glanced behind him with sympathetic eyes. The further your boyfriend walked into you room, the more he realised you were gone. A place that had once felt like a second home to him, felt unfamiliar and cold. “I’m sorry” Scott dropped his head, feeling guilty. You and Stiles had been inseparable since Freshman year, you didn’t find out about the supernatural until the time you saw Jackson turn into a human lizard. Scott wondered if it wasn’t for him getting bitten, that  things would have never ended up like this. Stiles looked around your room, clothes were ripped off of the hangers in your wardrobe, essential items were pulled out of your draws, your suitcase and bags were missing, your room was practically bare. Stiles stood staring at blank walls, he let out a subtle laugh, one of shock and astonishment; as opposed to amusement. “She’s gone-” he breathed. He turned to face Scott, tears in his eyes, as they Scott pulled him into a hug, holding the back of his head firmly with his hand.

Don’t wanna cry but I break that way
Cold sheets, but where’s my love?

Stiles couldn’t sleep that night- or any night since that day. He feared that you could be hurt or scared, while he slept peacefully, he also feared that he would dream of you- and wake up without you lying beside him. The same routine every night, he would scroll through pictures of you together, re-read texts and constantly think about old memories. The heavy feeling you get In your chest when you hear bad news, Stiles had that all of the time. You did what you needed to do for yourself, but that meant breaking people’s hearts along the way. Stiles stared at the most recent picture of you two in his phone, you looked so happy and he searched for signs of the sadness you felt- but couldn’t find any. He felt the indent as someone sat at the bottom of his bed, “Come on son” he sighed gently, locking the phone in his hand. Stiles put it on his bedside table and shook his head, “I just miss her” he barely spoke. “I know” he replied, giving Stiles an endearing pat on the shoulder, before reaching to turn his lamp off. He stood up and walked out of the room, not because he didn’t care, but because he felt the pain Stiles felt. When his wife died he did the same thing, went down the same path of self destruction and grief. Nothing hurts like the first heartbreak, its an inevitable pain- but he thought you two were different. I guess he was wrong.

I am searching high, I’m searching low in the night
Does she know that we bleed the same?
Don’t wanna cry but I break that way

“Hey Stiles”  Lydia said casually, but failed to mask the empathy in her voice. He simply nod his head and gave her a small smile. “You haven’t been at school in a while, I’m surprised you know where the library is” she joked, trying to make him feel better. Stiles just stared at her blankly. “I’m sorry- that was a stupid thing for me to say- sorry” she rambled, feeling terrible. He let out a soft laugh. “You asshole, I though I upset you” she laughed back, punching him playfully in the arm. “I’m fine- honestly” he claimed, his voice crack suggesting otherwise. She looked over his shoulder and at the laptop he had open on the table. She shook her head a took a seat beside him. Stiles hung his head. “You hacked into her phone records, Stiles you are aware of how illegal that is right?” she asked in disbelief. “They’re useless anyway” he huffed, taking the headphones from around his neck off and slamming his laptop shut. “You’re looking for her, aren’t you?” she asked, His lack of answer said it all. She sat for a moment and sighed, thinking before making any type of decision. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she questioned. “What if she doesn’t want to be found?” he asked, barely making a sound. “Sometimes, two people need to fall apart, to realise how much they need to fall back together" she answered, giving him a small but genuine smile. He understood completely what she was saying. “So if we’re going to do this…” she began saying, opening up his laptop. “Then we’ll do it together” she comforted, channelling her knowledge into helping him search for you. Lydia played cupid in Freshman year, which inevitably got you both together. It was only fair that she helped you find your way back to one another, after the years of memories you shared with each other.

Did she run away
Did she run away, I don’t know
If she ran away
If she ran away, Come back home
Just come home

You gripped onto the steering wheel tightly. What the fuck are you doing? you kept repeating in your head as you drove. You had no idea where you were going and quite frankly, you didn’t care anymore. You adjusted you wing view mirror and put on your windshield wipers, as it began to pour down with rain. Great. You wiped the smudged mascara from under your eye, before returning to stare at the empty road in front of you. You glanced at your phone that was resting on the passenger seat, along with your purse. You hadn’t turned it on since you left, because you knew that the missed calls and text messages from everyone will break you, but you kept it close to you because it was the only thing you had left, that kept you connected to Beacon Hills. You drove passed couples on the street, walking hand In hand. You remembered when your life used to be that simple, before you were constantly fighting for it, due to the next supernatural nightmare to plague the town. You lost your best friend to it, people you’d known since you could just about talk, and people that fought to save you all- you couldn’t watch that happen anymore. As much as losing a loved one hurts, you now came to realise that leaving hurts the most. Everyone’s time is limited on earth and it’s better to live every second of it, doing the things you love, with the people you love. Maybe walking away from that was the biggest mistake you’ve made, maybe it was the best. But everything happens for a reason, right. Going back was the easiest thing to do- but you weren’t sure if it was the right thing to do.

I got a fear, oh in my blood
She was carried up into the clouds, high above
If you’re bled I bleed the same
If you’re scared I’m on my way

“It’s been weeks” Scott sighed, slumping onto his best friend’s bed. Stiles mumbled as a response and continued to type, print, highlight and pin up leads onto his investigation board. “You’ve stopped coming to school again- you’re failing history class” Scott continued. “It can wait” he brushed off, standing up and starting to search for his coloured strings. “Stiles, just stop” Scott spoke with authority, tired of watching him mope around in his room desperately searching for someone that was never coming back. “We all miss her, she’s been apart of all of our lives for so long- but you have to let go” he said softly. “I know Y/n and I know that right now she’s feeling scared and alone, because she always does things before thinking rationally, it’s what she is- she’s a doer and that’s why she needs me, because I’m a thinker and together we make the perfect balance and-” he began to ramble at 100mph. “ You love each other, but sometimes things aren’t meant to be and it sucks, but sometimes we cant help these things” he interrupted, for once being the voice of reason regarding relationships. “I cant live without her” Stiles admitted. Scott was familiar with a similar form of heartache and he knew it was the cruellest. He sighed and stood up, before picking up Stiles’ string from the desk behind him and handing it to him. It was a small gesture, with a huge meaning behind it. “We’ll find her” Scott reassured. Stiles nod his head and smiled at his best friend, as they continued to search together.

Did you run away
Did you run away, I don’t need to know
If you ran away
If you ran away, come back home
Just come home

You tucked your hair behind your ear as you walked across the beach. You hadn’t settled down anywhere and you were feeling alone to say the least. “Excuse me, you dropped something” an old women passed you a small polaroid picture that must have fallen out of your wallet. “Thank you” you said gently as she handed it to you. You began to walk away but she held your hand for a little longer. “He’s a handsome young man, is he your boyfriend?” she asked. You glanced down at the picture, it was of you and Stiles at a party. He had his arm around you and you were laughing. “Oh erm, something like that” you gave a weak smile. “Young love” she said understandingly, letting go of you. “Have a good day” you said, which she returned. You turned around and wiped the tear that had been desperate to esape your eye. You took a deep breath and continued to walk. The beach was always your place of clarity, you watched as the sun began to set behind the sea. “Excuse me” a voice spoke. Goosebumps rose on your skin, you had longed to hear it. “Stiles-” you turned around to see him. His eyes wide and his lips parted open. “Take me home” you let out a sob as you ran into his arms without hesitation. He tightened his grip around you and stroked your hair as it blew in the breeze. “I missed you so fucking much” he said in relief, finally feeling you in his arms after months of hurting. “I missed you too” you squeezed your eyes shut at the thought of having to live another second without him. “I felt like I was going out of my mind” he whispered into your ear. You pulled away from him and stared into his watery dark brown eyes, “I’ve realised something” you said, almost inaudibly. “What?” he asked worriedly. “I love you, I love you so much” you shook your head as tears fell from your eyes. He smiled for a second, “I love you” he replied. He put his arm around your waist as you both carried to walk along the beach. You felt so many different emotions, but alone was no longer one of them. You were back with the person you loved and you never intended to be away from him again- ever.

Sorry for being such a terrible writer and not being active in months, I suck I know. Requests are closed sorry, will be for a while and my uploading will also be practically non-existent for a while. Hope you enjoyed this though X

5 Years

pairing: luke x reader

word count: 1,150

WOAH LOOK WHOS BACK AT WRITING hello hi sorry if you have forgotten about me but i am back and hopefully 5sos will do shit and be more active so my writing will be relevant and ill actually be writing with a purpose HOPE YOU’RE STILL HERE TO ENJOY WHAT I DO BC ILL ENJOY YOUR TIME AND SUPPORT idk what this is im insecure and tired and i d k

this is based off of this prompt and i took it and ran with it,, i hope you all like it!!

You need to get out of this town, Y/N. Have a fresh start.

Your friend’s words repeated in your mind almost daily ever since you moved into this apartment. At first, you ignored her constant attempts all those months ago, but now it was really starting to get to you.

You had lived in this town all your life–hell, you attended university just an hour away–and you had loved it all your life. Especially because of your boyfriend…well, ex-boyfriend.

Luke was his name, and you were the cliche high school sweethearts. From 16 years old up until your sophomore year of college you had dated, and you thought you were head over heels in love with him, which you kind of were. But, your friend Sloane always had a bad read on Luke. She told you that you were too good for him, and that he would end up cheating on you because of his arrogant personality. 

She ended up being right.

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X-Files Fic: What Was Taken, What Was Lost- Chapter Five

Previous chapters: One | Two | Three | Four

A/N:  This is the end!!!  I honestly thought it would have more chapters, but the entire story that I wanted to tell fit naturally into five, so five chapters it is!  Thanks for reading!!

As much as he wants to stay awake with Scully and make a plan for tonight, Mulder is still not recovered from his ordeal in the blizzard, and as a consequence, he sleeps for much of the day.  Scully is there every time he wakes, reading in the chair by his bed, studying case notes, nibbling on a plate of fruit from downstairs, napping by his side.  At seven o'clock, she pulls him out of bed and makes him get dressed.

“We need to get you moving before you grow roots in that bed,” she tells him, quelling his grumbling protests.  "Let’s go and have dinner downstairs tonight.“

"We can just as easily order it up to our room,” Mulder argues, but Scully remains firm.

“There’s no telling what will happen tonight,” she says.  "For all we know, you and I could end up running through the snow in the middle of the night again.  That’s going to be much harder to do if you’re stiff and sore because you haven’t used your legs all day.“  He’s about to continue fighting her, but the cramps that shoot up his thighs the moment he stands silence him, while she stands there, looking smug.  "Get dressed,” she says, handing him a pair of clean boxers from his suitcase.  His legs continue to protest as he raises them, one at a time, to pull his shorts on.  Looking up, he sees her grinning mischievously at him as she offers him a fresh pair of jeans.

“What?” he demands, taking the clothing from her.

“Do you need help?” she asks.  Glaring, he shoves his legs into his jeans with unnecessary force and winces, which only makes her smile wider.

“No, I do not need help getting dressed,” he growls, crossing the room (suppressing another grimace as his stiff joints protest- he doesn’t want to give her the satisfaction) and pulling a long-sleeved sweater from his suitcase.

“You seem a little stiff, is all,” Scully says.

“You didn’t mind me being stiff this morning,” he shoots back, leering at her, and she rolls her eyes, chuckling.

“Come on, Mr. Foster,” she says, taking his arm and leading him from the room.  "Let’s go get some food in you.“

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anonymous asked:

I'm hard of hearing in one ear as a result of a childhood accident. Job requires us to use a radio with an ear piece so of course it goes in the good ear, I'm also not too bad with reading lips, but the number of times my coworker comes at me because I ask her to repeat things really irritates me. Like look, either fucking enunciate or at least LOOK AT ME so I can figure out what you're saying.

Lost partial hearing in one of my ears about 5 years ago due to otosclerosis. It is so fucking tiring to have to tell people that I am hard of hearing in one ear. Yeah, if someone doesn’t know then fine. But someone that KNOWS you have some hearing problems? I swear to fuck I want to go Freddy Kruger with a q-tip on their ears. Can’t understand me? THEN JOIN ME! -Abby

I am so sick and tired of the ignorant “clump of cells” argument.

Instead of saying that, just tell us the honest truth; you haven’t done more than 5 minutes of research about pregnancy and fetal development. Don’t lie. You’re just riding a bandwagon, repeating what you heard/read like a parrot with little additional thought to the matter.

Save us all the time of re-reading your anti-science, pro-infanticide nonsense and just quickly tell us you have no idea what you’re talking about and are going to stubbornly support the murder of the unborn anyway.

“Clump of cells.” You may as well refer to all human life that way. Edit: ANY other argument in favor of abortion requires more thought and research. Literally ANY pro-abortionist argument has better foundation than “clump of cells”

Originally posted by themegalosaurus

It’s that time again! Let’s check on some of my reading highlights for the month! Not a lot of smut, since I kinda overloaded myself with it in Feb and needed a break. As always, you can catch up on previous LMR’s here and check out my standard reblog recs here. Also be sure to leave a writer some love, as feedback is what keeps writers motivated to keep putting stuff out!

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BTS reaction to you having a panic attack

Warnings: panic attacks - if it wasn’t already clear.

A/N: Since I don’t have panic attacks, I googled a bit and I hope I didn’t write shit.


He would try to slow down your breathing by breathing with you and counting slowly to 10.

“You can get through this”

Originally posted by jinmini


In my Opinion he’d be the one more experiences since (if I don’t say bullshit) he admitted to have anxiety problems. He would avoid any surprised to be predictable. To communicate with you, he’d use short and simple sentences.

“concentrate on your breathing, stay in the present”

Originally posted by tahyns


He would help you focus by asking you to repeat a simple, physically but tiring task.

“I am proud of you, good job”

Originally posted by junghoshikie


He would stay at you side and offer you medicine, if you take any. While moving you to a quiet place, he’d talk to you in a calming voice.

“What you’re feeling is scary, but it’s not dangerous so breath slowly with me”

Originally posted by gotjimin


The first thing he would do is probably try to calm you down by moving you to another place where you’re alone and make you breath slowly. He’d ask you what you need, avoiding to make any assumptions.

Originally posted by whyparkjimin


Breathing exercise would be his first idea, if this wouldn’t help he would ask you to focus on him, on anything while talking to about anything, trying his best to make you distracted.

Originally posted by toughchim


Even though he’d be a bit scared (the others too tbh) he would try his best to keep you calm with talking, anything he could think of. He’d try his best to not panic himself because this would make everything worse.

Originally posted by jengkook

The Loneliness of Motherhood

Motherhood, for me, has been a more positive experience than negative. A lot of the fears that would make my heart race at night have not come to fruition (resenting the baby, hating my life, etc.), and for that I am grateful. I never would have thought I would enjoy being a mom as much as I do. I never fully understood why moms would be sad when their babies starting growing, because to me, having a baby looked completely awful and I used think if/when I ever had one, I would thankfully skip over all that so I wouldn’t have to take care of a helpless baby. Horrible, I know, but now that I have Sydney, I try my best to soak in her “babyness” because she will never be this small again.

Anyway, as much as I have enjoyed this experience, a lot of my days are filled with a sense of loneliness and boredom. Communication with a baby is mostly one-sided, so I often feel “alone” even though I’m not. It’s weird because without a baby, even though I only worked 3-4 days a week, I never felt alone on my days off and actually relished in my solitude.

But it’s different with baby for some reason. Maybe because instead of vegging out and watching my DVRed shows all day, I am rotating Sydney through various activities all day: Feed, play, floor time, nap, repeat. It’s a never-ending cycle that becomes old quite quickly, even for her. It’s tough keeping a baby content and happy 24/7.

I find this struggle slowly pulling me towards a potential episode of depression, particularly when I am over-tired because I had yet another night battling with Sydney’s sleep habits.

I find myself “living for the weekends” so I have my husband around, just so I can feel less alone. I dread Mondays because I can feel anxiety in the back of my brain, instilling fear and doubt of my ability to get through another day alone with this little person. And yet, every day I get through it will little problem and I wonder “what was I so afraid of?”

And lastly, I used to be a homebody, not even wanting to get up to go to the store because it was “too much effort.” Now I jump at the chance, just to break up the monotony and spend time with Sydney that doesn’t include a laughing, light-up monkey or minnie mouse rattle or baby piano that plays The Itsy Bitsy Spider on repeat.

So as much as I love being a mom and wish Sydney could stay this age forever, I can’t wait for when we are passed this transition phase of “too old to be held and sleep all day, too young to crawl and be more independent.”

And to other moms, if you feel similar, know that you are not alone, and that despite the struggles, you are doing your absolute best.


Beauty & the Barnes Part 1


@mariathedorkydragon Request: Can i request a Bucky Barnes x Reader. Kinda like Beauty and The Beast. It doesnt have to be a full on muiti-chapter but like something where Bucky doesnt like Reader. But shes so nice to him and he slowly starts to fall in love with her. Thank you!

A/N: Omg this is the best request ever! What a great idea! Thank you and I hope you enjoy it! This will be multi-chapter because why not?

Warning: swearing but not Deadpool standard

Originally posted by wintersthighs

“Hey Dad, invent anything new today?” you looked down at the various parts of metal scattered across the floor.

Your Dad was the famous Tony Stark- famous in Manhattan for being crazy but you believed he was a genius who was going to change the world.

“Still working on JARVIS, he still has some bugs I need to iron out. You going out to the market?” he looked up at you from his work station.

She`s so much like her mother he thought as he noticed your proud glances at his invention.

“Yep, I`m heading down to get some new books. I finished Tolstoy yesterday” you smiled.

“Very well, go read you weirdo…most kids are out partying like I did at your age” he teased.

“That`s how I was created” you jested back.

He grinned, “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now go!” he shooed you out of his workshop and you grabbed your purse to head out into the New York spring air.

The market was only a short stroll away as you passed by the bakery that served you your morning coffee most days.

A woman and her little girl were laughing where they sat at a table on the dining patio as the mother read a children`s book.

Your heart ached as you thought of your mother. She died when you were five in a car accident and your Dad was devastated. He has never gotten over Pepper and even dedicated his inventions to her memory.

You strolled down the busy streets and wished you lived in a small Provincial town like those in France, they seemed so quaint compared to the constant buzz that surrounded you.

The market finally appeared and you made your way to the tiny book shop in the back, ignoring the whispers about you.

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what dating Harry while being a student would include
  • Lots of kisses early in the morning (’can’t you call in sick or something? I just came back from tour and I missed you!’ ‘i had to deliver a paper, i can’t skip class!’ and he’ll pout and pout, but he’ll understand, secretly feeling proud of how responsible you are
  • Him finally getting up and offering to make you breakfast (’don’t worry, i got this!’ and ‘do you wanna take some tea with you?’)
  • maybe he is still sleepy and a little clumsy, but he’ll eat breakfast with you, playing footsies and smiling tiredly
  • ‘you look so pretty in that sweater, you know that, don’t you?’ he’ll whisper just above his cup of coffee.
  • ‘and you’re the sappiest in the mornings’ you’ll say, smiling playfully
  • ‘don’t forget your coat, it might get colder through the day!’
  • ‘alright, mom!’
  • And he’ll kiss you goodbye, hands with a hard grip on your hips, pressing himself into you ‘you sure you have to go?’, he’ll ask, even though it’s more like an habit at this point, even though he knows your answer

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Colors (part 11) [Min Yoongi X Reader]

Genre: Mafia AU (M)

Word count: 6.5k

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 /Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13  / Part 14 / Part 15

Originally posted by bwiseoks

You were drowning; Darkness surrounded you and your lungs were filled with tar making it impossible to breathe. You gasped for air and clawed your throat in hopes that pain will somehow make you forget the feeling of suffocation. You wanted to scream and cry and hit your head against a wall, but you didn’t. You did nothing like that. Instead, you just sat there silently and listened.

You listened to his heart thumping in his chest, listened to his words that reverberated in your ear. You listened to the way his breathing was so even and synchronised with yours. He murmured something in your hair every once in a while and a sigh would leave your mouth in content.

He was helping you breathe. His hands were wrapped around your back and your forehead head rested on his collarbone. Sometimes for no reason, he would just press his lips against your temple or the back of your head and breathe into you. It wasn’t a kiss, it didn’t feel like a kiss and yet it made you feel better inside. You could kiss him back; you wanted to kiss him back. You wanted to do each time you felt his hands rubbing your cold arms, each time he pressed his body closer, each time he whispered in your ear “It’s going to okay”

If only you could see his face, if only your brain didn’t alert you every once in a while that it was Min Yoongi.

“Am I am going to die?” you tilted your head to look at his face even though you couldn’t through the blindfold.

“No” was his only reply.

“Tell me if I’m going to die,” you said sadly and placed your head on his shoulder again “Don’t lie to me”

“You’re not going to die. I’m not going to let them touch you”  

“Good, I don’t want to die, at least, not right now. Don’t let me die Yoongi.” You squirmed underneath him and he rubbed your lower back.

“I won’t, I promise,” he said the same thing he had been saying for hours now.

He promised.

They were going to tie your hands and feet and throw you in the trunk of the car. Yoongi objected treating you like some animal on the way to get slaughtered. One of his father’s men said orders were orders and he didn’t say anything after that. At some point, You fell to the ground weak and scared, the thought being locked up in a trunk for god knows how long whilst being tied up frightened you to core. You were a crying heap of mess but you still didn’t object. Until, through the corner of your eyes you saw it. One of those suited men carried Jung shin’s limp body on his shoulder. Blood was dripping from his mouth and his face looked too pale. Why did he look so dead?

You stomach roiled at the sight of him like that and gag reflex almost gave up but you still gathered some strength that was left in your body to get up on your feet as you started pacing towards him. If you best friend was dead you should know. You needed to know. His friends needed to know, his mom and dad needed to know. If he was dead then they need to know that you killed him. You were running towards him but your steps came to a sudden halt when a hand was wrapped around waist stopping you from going ahead.

“I just need to see him. I need to see if he’s okay” you said while trying to get out of the person grip. “I need to see him once. He’s bleeding.. he needs help.”

“Y/n you don’t need to see that right now” Min Yoongi picked you up and turned you over the other side.

“I need to see him! Let me go, please just once. Let me go!” you cried and pleaded. But his grip only got tighter. You were clawing and scratching at his hand, you stomped at his feet but he still wouldn’t budge.

“I just need to see if he’s okay. I promise I won’t run away. I saw him bleeding! Just let me see him once. ONCE MIN YOONGI PLEASE”

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry” was the only thing he uttered and you too, just like Jung shin, fell limp underneath his grip.

“I’m so sorry” he whispered again and your heart stopped for a millisecond as you fell to the ground.

“Y/n” he called out to you but you only heard your own heart beating inside so fast you swore it was trying to tear out of your chest. The ground was moving too fast beneath you, His voice echoed too loud and too slow. He called out to you over and over again. There was that booming noise in your ear again. Like that day when Yungjae had died. But this time it was so loud your head was starting to hurt. Yoongi was still saying something to you.. you couldn’t hear him anymore. Behind your own heaving, you couldn’t hear him. Something was stuck in your throat, it was itching and you tried to scratch it way but that only made it worst. Is this what dying feels like?  And then you heard Yoongi.

“Y/n! you need to get up-” he yelled and you looked at him with eyes red and teary while still clutching your chest with your one hand.

“I can’t..” you said gripping the front of his shirt “I can’t breathe-”

“SHE’S HAVING A FUCKING PANIC ATTACK! YOU IDIOT” he screamed at one of those men who tried to come close to you. Yoongi gave him a death stare and he took a step back.

“Stay away from her! Any of you try and come close to her I’ll strangle you to death with my own hands” he growled. You were still wheezing with your forehead on his chest. He took your face in his hands and started talking to you quietly.

“Y/n listens to me okay,” he said softly while caressing your cheeks. “Just look at me only me ..”  

You nodded while clutching his hand, Digging your nails into his wrist in the process.

“It’s going to be okay. Jung shin isn’t dead, he’s hurt a lot. But He’s fine he’ll be fine-” he said wiping your tear away with his thumb. “You don’t have to worry about him okay. Just look at me”

“Nobody is going to hurt you. I promise you’ll be fine. I promise y/n”

In all of this chaos, you were standing right in the middle. It was always so chaotic and messy around you and yet whenever he said it would be fine, that he would not let anyone hurt you, you blindly believed him. Why do you always do that? Believe his empty words and promises.

Just ‘because’ he had promised.

“Just look at me. Only me y/n. I’m here for you” and you did as he said. You only looked at him and you knew , for the time being, it was going to be okay.

As long as Yoongi was beside you,

“Is he okay?” you asked “Is Jung shin okay? I just want to see him once”

“He’s fine..” Yoongi whispered in your hair.

“Are you lying? I want to see him, did they take him to a hospital?-” you tried to remove your blindfold but he stopped you.

“Don’t. What are you doing? Don’t do that. They don’t want you to see where we’re going that’s why you’re blindfolded”

“But if I’m going to die what’s the point?”

“You’re not going to die. Stop saying that” he said in a stern voice.

“I want to see you” you moved your hand to touch his face and he backed away. And then you removed your blindfold and lifted your gaze and he looked at you surprised.

“I know you’re scared y/n, but you have to trust me. I promised you didn’t I-”

“I’m not scared,” you said hugging him again “Just a little tired. I just want it all to end fast. So I can go back home-” he wrapped himself around you and you sighed tiredly.

“If I close my eyes and pray really hard will this all end?” you asked “If I close my eyes will I wake up from this bad dream? I am just really tired Yoongi. Don’t you get tired sometimes? So tired that you don’t ever want to wake up from your sleep?”

Every day,” he said sadly “That’s everyday”

And then the car stopped and the driver turned and looked at Yoongi.

“We’re here sire” hearing his words you buried your face in Yoongi’s chest and held onto him more tightly.

“Leave us for a bit,” he said and the man looked at Yoongi confused.

“Your father is waiting for you. We’ve already wasted enough time”

“I said leave us for a bit. Do I have to repeat myself?” the person still looked hesitant about leaving you two alone.

“Get out of the damn car before I drive it over your dead body,” Yoongi said annoyed now. “Run to father and tell him I’ll bring her inside in 5 mins. Do it. If you’re not out of my sight in 3 sec-” the person quickly got out of the car and disappeared leaving you two alone.

You two stayed in silence, intertwined in each other’s embrace. It wasn’t the bad kind of silence; it was the good kind of silence. The kind of silence where words are irrelevant and only breathing and heartbeats can be heard, The kind of silence that you hear in a library, the kind of quiet that old lovers share, the stillness that there is on a starry moonlit night. It was the good kind of silence that you’ve been craving for so long.

You felt you were almost home.

“Y/n” hearing his voice you opened your eyes but didn’t look up to see his face.

“Hmm..” you hummed on his chest.

“You have to go” you didn’t say anything in return. But you wondered where you had to go now? Home? To his father?  Back to that room? Maybe he was trying to tell you that this was the end and you had to go.

“Y/n, listen to me,” he said in a hushed tone as if someone would hear him. “You have to go” why did he keep saying you. Wasn’t he going in with you?

“I know,” you said closing your eyes.

“No, listen to me. you have to go. You have to get out of here” he said moving back to look at your face.

“You have to run Y/n” Yoongi and grabbed your face “You have to run as fast and far as you can! Just run-”

You moved your head mumbling ‘No’ and let your head fall back on his chest, he sighed tiredly and placed his hand on the back of your scalp and dug his fingers into your hair.

“Keep running until you’re far far away from here-”

“I’m not running anymore. I’m tired.”

“I’ll keep them at bay until then”

“I just want it all to end. It’s better if I die isn’t it. Jungshin is probably dead. I killed him” you looked at him “How am I supposed to live knowing Jungshin died because of me?”

“Jung shin isn’t dead. And neither will you die” Yoongi said moving his head “My father won’t just kill you. He doesn’t just kill people. He makes them pay for what they did.”

“And what did I do? What did Jungshin do?”

“Nothing, you did nothing. It was my fault and my father will make you pay for it. And I don’t want that. That’s why I’m telling you to run y/n. we don’t have much time. Before they come and drag you inside that warehouse and I’m helpless.. please just run”

You were still crying when Yoongi grabbed your shoulder and shook you.

“Y/n listen to me for fuck sake! Stop crying and listen to me” he said grabbing your chin and making you look at him.

“When I open that car door you start running. Just keep running, don’t stop for anyone until you find a cab or a taxi. And then go somewhere, don’t go home just now, just go into hiding. stay as hidden as possible” you nodded while still sobbing.

“What about Jung shin?” you said removing his hand.

“I don’t know where he is,” Yoongi said sounding a little dejected “I don’t know where they took him”

“Find him!” grabbing a fistful of his shirt “Find him. I don’t care whether it’s alive or dead. Just find him please-”

“I will. I’ll try to find him. I promise” another one.

“How will I find you? How will you find me? I want to see you again” who would’ve known those words would ever come out of your mouth. He looked around for a sec as if realising he hadn’t thought of that before.

“Find a police station; file a missing complaint of your friend Jung shin. That way I would be able to track you down easily. Now go” he said opening the car door behind you.

“Run y/n” you looked at the tempting offer of freedom that lay ahead of you. And then you looked at Yoongi who was eagerly waiting for you to run off.

“Goodbye Yoongi” you turned away and almost stepped one foot on the cemented ground when his voice stopped you and you turned around.

“Stop, Wait. Just-” Yoongi scooted closer to you “Just a second, just wait-”

He moved closer to you so that the distance between you two was merely of inches. He leaned his forehead against yours and reluctantly placed his one hand on your cheek.

“Don’t do it okay?” he whispered, eyes closed.


“Don’t kiss me back” he said pressing his lips against yours. But you did it anyways, you kissed him back.

“Don’t?” he said in-between kisses “Don’t do this-”

“But I want to,” you said breathily and looked at him .Yoongi looked back at you without any hint of surprise or joy or anything on his face. It was a blank paper this time.

“Go now,” he said pushing you away “Run along love” you gave him one last sad smile and said your parting words.

“I’ll see you again Min Yoongi,” you said before jumping up on your feet and running towards the horizon. You didn’t look back to see if Yoongi stood there watching you, you didn’t turn around to see if people were after you. You just ran, just like he told you to.

You ran towards the freedom that waited ahead

“She runs fast,” Yoongi thought to himself as he watched your little figure  -from the rear view mirror - sprinting across the field, turning into a dot and disappearing from his line of vision. Yoongi hopped into the vacant front seat and opened the glove compartment and started scrambling through all the useless stuff.

A pack of cigarette and a small handgun were the only useful thing he found.  

‘5 rounds’ he counted, more than enough for him. With an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, he placed his head on the dashboard and watched the sun set across the horizon. The dying rays of sun were spreading across the great wide world around him. The vibrant red, mellow orange and happy yellow all looked like a bright firework across the blue sky. Burning bright before it fades out and night consumes it all. If only his eyes could capture the beauty of all.

Sometimes Yoongi wondered why he didn’t feel like this more often. Why his heart didn’t flutter at such sites? Why was he so dead inside?

Oh, now he remembers why he hated you so much at first glance.

Because you were exactly opposite of what Min Yoongi was. You were lively, lovely, caring, happy and unburdened. You were the type of person who melted hearts and changed people for good. Whereas Yoongi was rotten inside, he didn’t feel anything for anyone. Yes, he did care about his family. That included Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jin. But that was it. Nothing in this world mattered more to him than this organisation and those four names.

And now he was adding you to this list? Why?

Maybe because you were brave. Maybe it was because you were so reckless and stupid or maybe because you were all three of those. Whatever you were, Yoongi had always hated you for it. Hated you for not leaving him behind to die, hated you for saving his life.

He hated you because you made him want to be alive. And that he could never be.

There was a tap on the window; Yoongi turned his head to look at the face peering at him from outside.

He opened the car door and stepped outside. The man looked around, probably for you, and then slightly nodded his head as if agreeing with himself that you were gone.

“Your father is waiting,” he said And Yoongi smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Lead the way,” he said and the man did.

There he was, standing beside father. Pink Hair tousled up and eyes tired from sleep deprivation, he was still wearing the same clothes from 2 days ago. His one eye was black and his whole face looked bruised but patched up. And yet, he was smiling. Even with a swollen face like that, he was grinning ear to ear.

Yoongi should’ve known that Namjoon would run to his father the moment his turf was evaded. Father always protected him from Yoongi, hid him away whenever Namjoon was threatened. Even when they were kids and Namjoon stole Yoongi’s stuff and Yoongi tried to confront him he would run to father and lie that Yoongi had hit him. Father would punish Yoongi instead; break a finger or two to teach him a lesson. Yoongi always let it pass, because Namjoon was younger because they were family. He should’ve never let it pass.

“Hyung-” Namjoon took a step forward with arms wide open to hug him but Yoongi took out the gun that was tucked in his belt and pointed it at his head.

Back the fuck up,” he said and Namjoon smiled and stepped back.

“You see ajusshi (Uncle) I told you he doesn’t want to accept the hand of friendship” he talked to Yoongi’s father while his eyes were still stuck to Yoongi’s face. His father paid no mind to Yoongi or his ‘insolence’ and kept turning the pages of the file that he was reading. Sitting on a chair, legs crossed over one another, he scratched his jaw with his thumb and motioned one of his men who was standing behind to come in front. The man obliged and stood right beside his father.

“Take his gun and check for any other weapon. If he refuses to cooperate, break his left hand” He said it as if Yoongi wasn’t standing right in front of him. The man snatched the gun from his hand and patted him down and went back to his previous position. All the while Namjoon stood smiling proudly as if it was some kind of achievement for him.

“What do you want this time, father?” Yoongi asked his father who simply didn’t care.

“How much was your loss Namjoon?” he ignored his son and looked at Namjoon.

“Everything” Namjoon first looked at Yoongi and then turned to his father “All my men were killed by his dogs; they even took all the money and burned down the whole building. I lost all the guns. How am I supposed to do business now? I have clients. I don’t have anything left” he tried to put on a damsel in distress show for father but Yoongi saw right through it.

“Where are they?” his father finally looked at Yoongi “Where are your pets?”

“It wasn’t their fault. I asked them to do it; they’re not going to pay for something I told them to do” Yoongi replied.

“That wasn’t my answer” his father retorted, “I asked you, where are Jimin and hoseok?”

“I don’t know” Yoongi shrugged.

His father got up from his seat and straightened his suit.

“You will be paid all you’ve lost. But to get everything back up.. it will take time. Until then you’ll work with him. You can do all your business with him-” he said placing a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder.

“I am not working with him. Put a bullet in my head if you want that to happen” Yoongi hissed at his father and his father walked up to Yoongi and grabbed a fistful of his green hair.

“It will happen.  I will make sure it happens. Have you forgotten who your father is Yoongi huh?” he said digging his nails into his scalp. “I am willing to look over everything, all your stupid mistakes, and recklessness. but not with business. If something or someone comes between my business, be It my son or his favorite toy, I will not hesitate to rip it out”

“Is that why you sent her away?” Yoongi said biting his lower lips “Is that why you sent mother away? Because she was a weed and you had to rip her out. If you had to get rid of her why not just kill her? Why did you send her so far way? You have some fucked up rules fa-” a punch square to the jaw shut him up. He tasted metal and a painful sting on the left side of his mouth. His father was forty plus but he still had that kind of strength in his hands, it amazed Yoongi.

He was still on the ground when he felt the sole of his father’s shoes slightly crushing his right palm.

“Something’s we had made clear,” his father said putting a little pressure “Things we would never ever discuss. Have you forgotten son” Yoongi writhed a little underneath him.

“Your mother was one of them.” then he was putting all his weight on his foot leaving Yoongi in immense pain but he never made a sound. “If you ever talk about her in front of me again.. I’ll do much more than breaking just a bone” with that he removed his foot and walked over to his chair.

“Beat him up till he spills out where Jimin and hoseok are” he ordered one of his men and the man nodded “Just make sure he doesn’t die. I only have one son after all-”

“Ajusshi” Namjoon’s voice turned both Yoongi and his father’s head.

“I hope I’m not asking for much but he owes me this much, doesn’t he?. So can I have the honor-” Yoongi laughed at Namjoon’s pathetic little request. This was the only way Namjoon would ever get to win.

“Do whatever you want. Just don’t kill him-” his father said before falling back on his chair and going back to reading his file.

Namjoon smirked and started walking towards Yoongi who was just getting up from the ground.

“Hyung, no hard feelings,” he said before landing another punch on Yoongi’s face.

He was only 12 the first time he heard his bones cracking. He was strapped to a chair, writhing underneath the ropes, wishing death would somehow find him.

His father kneeled  in front of him, holding his pinky finger and threatening to do the same he had done with his index, middle finger and the thumb.

“I’m sorry I’m so sorry father I won’t do it again. I promise please I am so sorry” he kept saying it over and over and over again.

His fault? He had brought a puppy home and refused to give it away. Father had first drowned the puppy and then strapped Yoongi to the chair to make a man out of him, in his own words.

That was Yoongi’s first experience of pain. After that, it became too common for him. The pain, he realized, you can get used to it. The pain you felt outside wasn’t difficult to handle but the one that lurked inside was much more complicated. Namjoon’s knuckles didn’t hurt as much as the fact that it was Yoongi’s own father who did it all to him. Years of practice has made him better at hiding the pain.

He was breathing heavily; his legs were wrapped around Yoongi’s torso and knuckles were glowing red. Brows damp and sweat dripping from his forehead; he was the one who stopped for some time to catch a breath.

“Still..” Namjoon said huffing “you still have life left in you hyung”

Yoongi gave him a red bloody smile and coughed up blood. Before muttering something that made Namjoon’s eyes go wide.

“What did you just say?” he grabbed his collar to listen to him closely

“I said ..go to hell” that’s when Namjoon’s face turned red in anger and he lifted his fist again to land another punch on Yoongi but his father’s voice stopped.

“Stop,” he said and Namjoon let Yoongi’s body fall to the ground “This isn’t going to work,” he said getting up again

“He may be strong but that doesn’t mean he is super human. Get off him” he said and Namjoon quickly got up and walked away from Yoongi.

“He’s a stubborn mule. No matter how much you push him, hit him he doesn’t budge. Pain doesn’t work on him” his father said “that’s how I have raised him”

So Many thoughts were racing through Yoongi’s head right now. Most of them were impractical; some of them were downright stupid that he even laughed inside. Like what did he look right now? Probably like a squashed tomato. He was hoping he didn’t lose a tooth or something. At some point, he thought he was going to die. He didn’t mind dying, he wasn’t scared of dying. He was actually relieved that he would be free from all this mess but then again, there were a lot of things he still had to do. Like, see his family once more, have one last meal with Jin Hyung. Maybe watch the sunset again, have a drink.

And then, there was also you.

He liked kissing you, he won’t deny it. He wished he could kiss you again, he wished he had kissed you longer in the car. Right now he was just hoping you were safe, that you had found a cab or taxi and you were in some police station. Maybe Jimin would find you and look after you; the boy seemed to take a liking towards you.

And then it hit him, father hadn’t mentioned you once. Did he forget about you? Maybe he just didn’t care. Good that he doesn’t care. It was much safer to be out of his sight and out of his mind.

Yoongi closed his eyes and breathed a little exhausted when he heard his father saying something.

“Did you find her yet?.

-Good.. Bring her in”

You watched as he struggled to get up from the ground and stand up straight but failed and fell down again, he looked angry, sad, dejected. Every emotion you never knew Yoongi could actually display.

You tried taking a step towards him but the man behind you caught your wrist.

“Get up and go towards her” the old man you had met earlier, whom Yoongi had called father, said to him.

“I told you to run. Why are you here? I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING RUN” Yoongi yelled in a shaky voice.

“I did I’m sorry. I was running. I couldn’t run fast enough.” You cried and Yoongi moved his head in resignation.

“I knew you were going to pull some trick like this. Help her flee so I put my men all around the area”  

“She’s the whore” Namjoon glared at you in disgust. “She’s the whore he evaded my turf for. First, he sends her in then comes back to save her ass. I could-” he moved towards you but Yoongi’s father stopped him.

“Leave her” he motioned to the man behind you “Let her go.” And the man did what was told of him to do.

“Go,” the old man said “go see him, see my son. Run to him quick before I change my mind” so you did. You ran towards him and fell on your knees in front of him and held his face in your hands. What had they done to him?

For a second, he was unrecognisable. There was blood coming from his mouth and a gash on his temple, a cut on his lower lips, and one eye looked too swollen. You were sure he wouldn’t be able to see through that eye for some time. The left side of his cheek was swollen too and the right side was bruised pretty badly. Even after everything he had done to you, you couldn’t help but feel pity for him.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said removing your hand from his cheek.

“You shouldn’t be here either,” you said holding back tears. You placed your forehead against his and closed your eyes.

“Just give them what they want” you held his one hand and he entangled his fingers with yours

“I can’t, that’s the problem”

“That’s enough” someone grabbed your hair from the back and pulled you back, you turned and to your horror it was him. Namjoon smiled grimly.

“Hey baby girl, remember me,” he said turning you around and you resisted the urge to spit in his face.

“I’ll fucking rip your throat out if you lay a hand on her-” Yoongi threatened Namjoon who laughed at him.

“Can you even see with your one eye?” he said moving a hand in front of his face.

“I only need hands for that,”Namjoon smiled and looked back at Yoongi’s father who was watching the show from the back.

“Leave her,” his father said tiredly.

“But ajusshi-” Namjoon sounded a little disappointed

“I said leave her. Let her go”

“She’s the reason why everything happened. This little whore-

“Do you want me to come there and slap some sense into you? Let. Her. Go.” Namjoon lets go of your head with a jerk and started walking towards the old man.

“You’re going to let her live? This bitch is the reason my house is in rubble’s. All my work, all of it turned into ashes and for what? YOONGI DESTROYED MY HARD WORK FOR SOME WHORE HE HAD FEELINGS FOR! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING-” a backhand slap was all it took to shut him up.

“Stop screaming in my ear,” his father said sounding a little annoyed “Who do you think you’re talking to? Just because I give you a little freedom doesn’t mean you’ll start dancing on my shoulder. If I could do that to my own son what do you think I’ll do to you? Don’t fly so high Namjoon; I may have to clip your wings”

“I’m sorry,” Namjoon said without looking at the old man who walked right past him, making his way towards you and Yoongi.

“Do you love her?” the question caught you off guard. “Do you love this girl?”

Yoongi looked up at you and then at his father.

“No?” his father assumed the answer himself. “If you don’t love her then you wouldn’t mind me giving her to Namjoon? Would you?”

Yoongi looked conflicted more than anything. Even you started wondering if he actually. ‘Loved’ you?

“Well if that’s the case.. Namjoon she’s all yours-”

“Yes, I do. I do! I love her. I love her father” Yoongi said and His father then turned to you.

“I assume you love my son too” you eyed Yoongi who was looking at you for an answer.

“Do you want to ask him for the answer?  Is this some kind of quiz?”

“I don’t know” you said looking away “I don’t-“

“There’s no “I don’t know”, “Maybe”, “I think so”, it’s either I do or I don’t. You either love someone or you don’t. For example, I hate you. I hate looking at you face right now but since I love my son, I am willing to give you a chance. So little girl-

-Do you or don’t you?”

He was looking at you for an answer; Yoongi was looking at you and even Namjoon was looking at you from a distance. They were all staring at you.

“Do you or don’t you? We don’t have all day. Before I assume what your answer is-”

“I do,” you said quickly “I do, I love him”

You didn’t understand what his father’s motives were. But you didn’t really care; Right now, Yoongi was all that mattered to you. In some sick twist of fate that life took you and Yoongi were hanging on the same boat now, clinging to each for life. You felt if he was around, if he was wrapped around you, things would eventually get better.

As long as you two had each other things couldn’t get any worst.

“Love is a fascinating thing,” his father said “It even blooms in the worst of conditions. I never thought you would grow up to love someone. I never raised you like that. But then again, you’re much like your mother.”

“Sadly I won’t allow it.” He said placing his hands in his coat pocket “For men like us love is a disease that corrodes us from inside until we’re hollow and useless”

“I cannot just stand aside and watch my son fall to his own destruction. But I cannot kill her because you won’t let me now, would you? I know what you are capable of Yoongi. What are we left with then?”

“How about leaving us the fuck alone” Yoongi replied and you whispered for him to keep quiet.

“You want her. You can have her.. all you want. I give you two days, you’re free. After two days, she’s going to the workhouse. She could be an asset to us, that way she pays her debt too. After two days you and Namjoon will start working together. Work with each other and I’m willing to turn a blind eye on Jimin and hoseok. We were supposed to be a family, so act like one”

“I already have a family. And you and him have never been included in it” his father laughed and turned around.

“I’m your father Yoongi. No matter how much you deny the fact, it will remain like that till the end of time. Get yourself patched up. You have two days with her after that Hani will take her. If you try to outsmart me I’ll make sure she suffers the consequences”

That was the last thing Yoongi’s father said to both of you before he went out of the warehouse and his Men followed, all except Namjoon.

“It will be nice to work together again hyung. I bet Jin Hyung will be surprised to see me. I can’t wait to see his face. Oh, by the way, I’ll give him a call on the way out, will tell him to pick you up. I’ll see you at home” he said before turning around and excitedly following behind all those men.

“What are we supposed to do now?” you asked and Yoongi placed his head on your shoulder and kissed the side of your neck.,

“wait..” he said tiredly “let’s wait-”

You waited for more than an hour in that dingy warehouse with Yoongi who slept while resting his head on your shoulder. The thought of running way, leaving him all alone here did pop up in your head quite a few times. But then you would look at his face twitching in pain time and again, the way he held your hand so tightly.. and in the end, you couldn’t do it.

The day had already died and the only light illuminating the small warehouse was the moon light coming from the broken down window. After waiting for a long time, you finally heard hurried footsteps coming from outside and saw a shadow of a figure standing outside the open door. The figure stepped into the light and only then you could tell who it was.

“You idiot-” Seok Jin’s breathing was heavy; he stood with his one hand on his waist while staring at the ceiling above. “You fucking idiot. What did you do?”

Yoongi opened his one eye and gave Seok Jin lopsided smile.

“Hyung” Yoongi gulped “You’re here. I am really hungry. Let’s go eat somewhere. I’ll pay this time..” he said before closing his eyes again.

Seok Jin stepped in front of you and pulled Yoongi up from the ground and wrapped him around his shoulder. You got up from the ground and watched as Jin started walking towards the door. You thought he was going to leave you there but then he turned his head slightly and only said

“y/n c’mon quick. let’s go” and you followed..

A/N: Hi! i know it took too long.. But i hope you enjoyed it. Do tell me your opinion. i would love to hear you out :)

Love Ri

You’re my americano

i’ve been listening to coffee on repeat, so can I request a Namjoon scenario where you both have a little coffee date in your house and he starts comparing your relationship to coffee(like in the song)? thank you!

And here it is!

Hope you like it!


Originally posted by jungs-hoe-seok

The aroma of coffee spread in your little apartment and you felt immediately better.
It has been a very long and tiring day but a hot coffee ever failed cheering you up

Joonie: Hei babe I miss you and I am free, are you home?
Y/N: Sure! I just made coffee, wanna join?
Joonie: I’ll be there in 10 minutes!

You smiled all by yourself and just wandered in the kitchen with your light Grey shorts and a big white t-shirt that Joon left there months before.
You heard the door opening, so you turned around to see your amazing boyfriend with a big black hoody on and a pair of ripped light jeans holding a bag of…food probably.
You saw him smiling while taking off his shoes sniffing in the air like a dog who just smelled food.
-Mmmm coffee
You walked toward him and hugged him tightly and watching is beautiful dimples
-I like your dimples
Joon kissed the tip of your nose lightly and giggled
-You’re really in a a good mood today
-Actually, I wasn’t a few moments ago but I made coffee and you’re here so…i am fine now
You smiled wrinkling your nose, still not letting him go
-Babe  let me go hahaha
-What about this chocolate cake then?
Your jaw dropped and you let him go immediately causing him to laugh very hard.
After placing some tissues on the table, juice, plates, forks and of curse coffee on the table you sit next to each other and started to enjoy this rare moment.
-We should do this more often
-Definitely babe
He caressed your hair cutely and looked at you drinking and enjoying your beverage.
-You drinking coffee it’s nice
-Coffee is bitter but still really good
-Are you being philosophical again?
-Ahahah come on am I wrong?
-No… it’s bitter but after the first sip, you just learn to enjoy it
-Like you
-Excuse me?
You glared at him and he kept petting your head, looking at you with loving eyes
-When I talked to you at first.. you just dissed me, remember? But after talking to you a bit I just started to love… all of you
You put your cup on the table and sat on his lap, kissing him softly
-Why are you so good with words?
-Babe, I am an artist
You rolled your eyes joking and cupped his face with your hands
-I love you
-Mee too babe, even if you’re bitter like coffee, americano specifically
-Just the truth
-Then if I am americano then what are you?
-mmm, I don’t know..
-You’re more like a big cup of latte, the one with cinnamon that they do in autumn
-ahaha why?
-Cause you’re sweet but a bit spicy
-Ohhh thanks
-I am so gentle… and I am just americano