i must have been bored man

Disney Lyrics Starters

  •  "I want more.“
  • "I’m not meant to play this part.”
  • “If I were to truly be myself I would break my family’s heart.”
  • “Why is my reflection someone that I don’t know.”
  • “No man is worth the aggravation.”
  • “Who do you think you’re kidding?”
  • “Girl, you can’t conceal it.”
  • “No chance, no way, I won’t say it.”
  • “It’s too cliche, I won’t say i’m in love.”
  • “I thought my heart had learned it’s lesson.”
  • “You keep on denying who you are and how you’re feeling.”
  • “Face it like a grown up.”
  • “When you gonna own up.”
  • “Check the grin, you’re in love.”
  • “I won’t say i’m in love.”
  • “You’re way off base.”
  • “Get off my case, I won’t say it.”
  • “In your dreams you will lose your heartache.”
  • “Have faith in your dreams.”
  • “You’ve got power in your corner now.”
  • “You ain’t never had a friend like me.”
  • “Come on and whisper what you want.”
  • “I’ve got a powerful urge to help you out.”
  • “You think i’m an ignorant savage.”
  • “How can there be so much that you don’t know.”
  • “You think you own whatever land you land on.”
  • “I wonder why I didn’t see it there before.”
  • “Who’d have ever thought this could be?”
  • “I admit in the past i’ve been a nasty.”
  • “I’ve mended all my ways.”
  • “It’s a talent I always have possessed.”
  • “Someone couldn’t pay the price.”
  • “A girl who gossips is a bore.”
  • “It’s she who holds her tongue that gets the man.”
  • “Make your choice!”
  • “I’m a very busy woman.”
  • “I haven’t got all day.”
  • “It won’t cost much.”
  • “Now’s your moment.”
  • “We all must pay the price.”
  • “I can show you the world.”
  • “When did you last let your heart decide?”
  • “I can open your eyes.”
  • “I can’t go back to where I use to be.”
  • “Let me share this whole new world with you.”
  • “I can see what’s happening.”
  • “Disaster’s in the air.”
  • “Time is racing towards us.”
  • “Heed my every order and you might survive.”
  • “I only steal what I can’t affort.”
  • “One jump ahead of the hitman.”
  • “I’ve got that wanderlust.”
  • “The world is my backyard.”
  • “I’ve only got myself.”
  • “You’re alone and you’re scared.”
  • “Come on and lift your glass.”
  • “Every day is like the one before it.”
  • “Every guy here love’d to be you.”
  • “I never see you anymore.”
  • “It’s like you’ve gone away.”
  • “I wish you would tell me why.”
  • “People have been asking where you'be been.”
  • “Please let me in.”
  • “We only have each other.”
  • “Put on a show.”
  • “Make one wrong move and everyone will know.”
  • “It’s only for today.”
  • “It’s agony to wait.”
  • “I’m getting what i’m dreaming of.”
  • “But with you I’ve found my place.”
  • “it’s nothing like i’ve ever known before.”
  • “Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I’ve tried.”
  • “Don’t let them know.”
  • “I don’t care what they’re going to say.”
  • “It’s time to see what I can do.”
  • “You’ll never see me cry.”
  • “I’m never going back.”
  • “The past is in the past.”
  • “That perfect girl is gone.”
  • “You don’t have to keep your distance anymore.”
  • “I finally understand.”
  • “You don’t have to live in fear.”
  • “I will be right here.”
  • “Your life awaits.”
  • “Just stay away and you’ll be safe from me.”
  • “I get the feeling you don’t know.”
  • “You don’t have to be afraid.”
  • “We can work this out together.”
  • “I can’t control the curse.”
  • “You’re not safe here.”
  • “This is where i’m meant to be.”
  • “I am on my way.”
  • “I’ve been around the block before.”
  • “I’ve given up hope that someone would come along.”
  • “I’m down to one last hope.”
  • “My words are a matter of pride.”
  • “It’s clear from your vacant expressions that the lights are not all on upstairs.”
  • “So prepare for the chance of a lifetime.”
  • “You will be rewarded when I am at last given my dues.”
  • “You’re expected to take certain duties on board.”
  • “As you thgouth life you’ll see, there is so much we don’t understand.”
  • “Things don’t always go the way we planned.”
  • “Can I still just be me the way I am?”
  • “Can I trust in my own heart?”
  • “Am I just one part of some big plan?”
  • “One day when you’re strong and big, you will be a king.”
  • “I’ve been exiled.”
  • “I get a little tense.”
  • “I hate to let them live.”
  • “The battle may be bloody, but that kinda works for me.”
  • “They can have the world, we’ll create our own.”
  • “I am home if you are right there beside me.”
  • “I know love will find a way.”
  • “This is what you give me to work with?”
  • “Well honey, i’ve seen worse.”
  • “You’ll bring honor to us all.”
  • “Sometimes it’s too much for even me.”
  • “I have your hearts and you have my pity.”
  • “I can improvise.”
  • “Why should I worry?”
  • “Why should I care?”
  • “You can own this town.”
  • “You can wear the crown.”
  • “You’ve got alot to learn.”
  • “You’ll feel right at home on the street.”
  • “We make an art out of staying alive.”
  • “Get what you want then get away.”
  • “Ain’t got time for messin’ around.”
  • “It’s not my style.”
  • “This town can slow you down.”
  • “I know exactly where i’m going.”
  • “People down here think i’m crazy.”
  • “There ain’t nothing that’s gonna stop me.”
  • “Things for sure are gonna go my way.”
  • “I’m almost there!”
  • “I’ve worked hard for everything i’ve got.”
  • “You’re my queen of the night.”
  • “Love is everything, don’t you agree?”
  • “Don’t matter where you came from.”
  • “When you find out who you are you’ll find out what you need.”
  • “That ain’t gonna make you happy.”
  • “All you need is some self control.”
  • “Maybe love will grant you peace of mind.”
  • “You’re something i never chose.”
  • “You’re the best I never knew I needed.”
  • “i need you here always.”
  • “Who knew i’d be here.”
  • “When will my life begin?”
  • “Stuck in the same place i’ve always been.”
  • “For the first time in forever i’m completely free.”
  • “Guess I always knew this day was coming.”
  • “It’s a scary world out there.”
  • “One way or another, something will go wrong I swear.”
  • “You’ll just upset me.”
  • “Go ahead and leave me, I deserve it.”
  • “On your own you won’t survive.”
  • “They’ll eat you up alive.”
  • “Don’t let him device you.”
  • “I won’t say i’ve told you so.”
  • “I’m where i’m meant to be.”
  • “At least I see the light.”
  • “Everything looks different now that I see you.”

In case any of y’all were wondering, this is what Splinter’s book has to say about the turtles’ namesakes:

Donatello: “Italian renaissance sculptor, lovingly nicknamed as “Donatello” by his bubba. He created a sculpture called “David”. Uh. No, it’s not the marble one that you just thought of. It’s the other one. That bronze one. You know! Anyway, let’s not rub salt into his wounds.”

Michelangelo: “Much like Leonardo da Vinci, he was a Renaissance man. Ha, get it? Never mind, but he was a sculptor, a painter, an architect - you name it! He was probably given a pretty good cook. Oh, and remember that marble “David” that you thought of before? This guy is the guy who made it. Poor Donatello. To be on the same page with the guy who took his thunder.”

Raphael: “I have just done a quick math in my head and determined that this poor guy died when he was thirty-seven. Thirty-seven! In that short span of time, he frescoed the Vatican Palace amongst other things. In comparison, I have done nothing with my life. Way to rub it in my face Raph, you overachiever.”

Leonardo: “None of these other fools have anything on Leonardo. This guy is the definition of a Renaissance man. Or one could argue the most productive bored person ever. Can you imagine what it must have been like to live back in those days? Me: “I’m so bored, Mom!” Mom: “Ugh, just invent something! I’m busy trying to not die young."”

Last night I walked through the gay neighborhood and it was full of hordes of straight people, some snickering, a lot of them there to “slum” or because “gays are good at dancing”. I don’t go to any of those places anymore. Every lesbian bar we used to have either became a place for gay men or went out of business.

I was talking to my friend, and he pointed out that if you can’t define a thing, it has to be for everyone. So when people started to try and redefine lesbian–I’ve seen it as “any wlw”, a woman “primarily attracted to women”, and “someone attracted to feminine aligned people”–what you end up with is something so nebulous it literally includes everyone.

And here is the thing when you are a minority or disenfranchised: if the majority is included, they will rule it. They will take it over. They will gentrify it until you can’t look at it anymore. And it will never be for you again. Because all classes in power have a feeling of entitlement, especially straight and male entitlement. That’s why we have lesbians trying to use the “queer” label on themselves. They want to fit into a community that has taken our labor and our community and diluted it so we can never find each other.

All those people, trying to get a taste of the “gays”. That’s why we walk past, we go where we won’t be bothered. At the “gay” bars, there are straight men there till late who say they’ll “pick off the fag hags”. There are women who try to get me to kiss them for their fetishistic boyfriends. Men grasp my breasts without my permission, then laugh if off because they are gay. If I am recognized as a lesbian, I become part of the show for the straight people and for the “queer” people I’m like something embarrassing.

Many of the gay men I know get mocked, too, though–they don’t look “cosmopolitan” enough. They didn’t put on the proper costume. Because “queer” means strange, and if we aren’t strange we must come up with more words to make us stranger. “Lesbians are boring,” I have heard time and time again. Straight people ask if I’ve been with a man before. “Queer people” ask if I would date a trans woman. None of them can let me exist without access to my life, without knowing.

Being a lesbian becomes very lonely when everyone thinks that we should all “experiment”. And at the end of the day, it’s the same old homophobia: if our lives are nothing but sex for pleasure, why can’t anyone play? And why can’t we put our sex lives on hold like any other vice?

When they tell me that having sex has nothing to do with dating, and that I should be open to males, what I hear is “love has nothing to do with your nasty homosexual sex”.

I was walking past the gay neighborhood, and I didn’t stop. We don’t live there anymore. We live everywhere and lost our homes.

So when somebody wants to come on here and insert themselves into lesbian conversations by trying to insist that we are close minded bigots for our homosexuality, I wonder when they’ll realize they’ve taken enough.

Only when the next fad comes, I guess.

Goomar (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Mafia AU, Smut (Heavy), Angst (Heavy), Fluff (Barely) *No heavy smut in the 2nd chapter either ;) but there will be small sexual actions*
Word Count: ??? (I don’t really like to do word counts so I’ll just say that length-wise, my chapters *after chapter 1* will always be pretty long.)

Chapters-

1 2 3 4 5 6

*Warning- Strong Language, Explicit Sex, Explicit Sex Talk/References, Gang Violence, Talk of Gang Violence*

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Reluctantly, you go with the Min’s to their large estate. Things couldn’t get worse…

Horrid wedding planning, crazy friends, and your soon-to-be husband whom you just can’t understand. Yet, your father raised you to be strong, and to stand by what you want and believe in. You can’t be controlled…and strangely, he liked that.

What does he mean?


Yoongi’s eyes burned into yours as he held you in place by a single finger, your body almost frozen in place at such a simple action. You couldn’t look away, and it felt as if the room was completely empty except for the two of you, who stood almost close enough for the distance to be a step away from intimate.

Your face almost went pale as he slowly licked his lips, the sudden gesture making your legs tremble. 

Oh dear lord, what is he doing?

“You must be (Y/N).” You exhaled the breath you were holding in when you heard his voice. The deep vibrato was music to your ears.

Breathe (Y/N), breathe.

Yoongi was toying with you. He knew what effect he had on you. He had this effect on every woman he meets. However to you, this was completely unfair. You had to fight hard to pull yourself from his trance, taking a step away from him and inching close to your father as if he could protect you. You looked up at your father, who only had the same bewildered expression that you had.

“Well as fun as this has been to watch, I must say that it is getting late. We live pretty far from this area and I would like to get back to my estate before noon tomorrow.” Mr. Min said, his nonchalant and bored voice almost catching you by surprise. His voice was almost as melodic as Yoongi’s.

You looked up at your father, who met your stare and a sad smile spread on his lips. “May I have a few minutes with my daughter?” Your father looked at the Min’s with an almost pleading expression. You’ve never seen your father almost seem powerless next to another man. But this wasn’t just another man. He was someone who could destroy your whole family with just a phone call.

Mr. Min nodded once, his permanent frown twitching slightly in annoyance at the fact that he had to wait for you longer than he planned. Your father grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the Min’s, and you quickly glanced at Min Yoongi, who was no longer looking at you.

“I’m going to miss you, Sunshine.” Your father wrapped you in his arms tightly, his face burying in your hair as your face was buried in his chest. You held onto your father tightly, your hands balled up into fists and grabbing a tight hold on his suit jacket.

You breathed in his scent, his familiar smell of cologne and cigars filling your nose and you almost let your tears spill, but you refused. Crying would only make this harder for not only you, but your father, who was almost trembling.

You let go of him slowly, feeling as if you were on display, which you were as you turned and saw that everyone was staring at you, including the Min’s. Yoongi’s eyes staring into yours.


It took a while, but with the help of your family you were able to pack everything you owned and you watched as they loaded them onto the Min’s private jet. 

“In case you get cold.” Your father handed you his jacket and you took it. You both knew that the private jet would have a heating system, but you didn’t hesitate as you grabbed your father’s jacket. The only thing that would remind you of your home.

Your father hugged you tightly once more, his eyes filled with tears that you knew wouldn’t spill. You forced a small smile as you looked at your father one last time before quickly following behind the Min’s as they climbed the steps onto their private jet. You wrapped your father’s large jacket around your shoulders, the heavy material covering your upper body completely.

Walking into the jet, you did not know what to expect. It looked better than you imagined. The seats were a clean ivory with black designed armrests and designs throughout the jet. Wine glasses rested on the small counter tops on the sides and there was a mini fridge next to every pair of seats.

You looked around, seeing Mr. and Mrs. Min sitting side by side in the back. Mr. Min looking at his computer while Mrs. Min was on the phone as she did work on her tablet. You then looked at Yoongi, who was staring at you in curiosity. You stood there, awkwardly clenching the jacket draped over your shoulders.

“Are you going to stand there when we take off like a dumb-ass or are you gonna sit down?” You looked at Yoongi in disbelief as you realized that he was trying to insult you. This was different from the Yoongi you met earlier, who was so quiet and mysterious, burning a fire inside of you. This version of Yoongi just made you want to punch him. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but you quickly closed your mouth as you realized the situation you were in and you quietly sat down in the seat diagonal from where he was sitting.

You heard him snickering silently and you huffed, turning slightly in the surprisingly large and comfortable reclining seat of the jet so your back was now facing him.

You were told that this was going to be a ten hour flight, so you decided to rest, not wanting to be awake to think about the fact that you were leaving your home forever. Your fingers brushed over your mother’s charm bracelet which was still dangling on your wrist and you sighed softly, wrapping your father’s large coat tighter against your body. The warmth of the thick material and your father’s scent slowly putting you into a deep sleep.


“Get up, we’re here.” You heard that familiar deep voice, but this time you were less than eager to open your eyes to look at the man who was going to be your soon-to-be husband. “Five…five more minutes…” You mumbled and Yoongi rolled his eyes, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek in annoyance as he stared at your sleeping figure.

He suddenly got an idea, and he smirked mischievously. He reached down and rested his hand on your knee and your eyebrow twitched at the sudden contact. He bit his lip as his hand started to softly crawl up your thigh. Your eyebrows furrowed yet your eyes stayed closed.

Yoongi looked at you, tilting his head to the side as he saw that you weren’t going to be easy. He tchiped, thinking quickly before leaning forwards so his lips were only an inch from your neck. He slowly went up to your ear, his breath tickling you. “I want you…” He whispered before going back down to your exposed neck and pressing a kiss against your warm skin.

Your eyes flew open and you jolted back, looking at Yoongi with wide eyes as your hand flew to your neck, your skin burning from the contact of his previous action. 

He only looked at you, gloating over his victory. “We’re here, so unless you want to spend the night in this jet again, I’d suggest you come with me.” His face returned to his seemingly normal careless expression before turning around and exiting the jet.

It’s only been one night and Min Yoongi has already made his standing on your ‘Kill List’. You grumbled angrily to yourself as you got up, your eyes straining from the bright light as you walked outside.

Was this really where you were going to live? You looked around in amazement at the large estate surrounding you. It’s a hundred times larger than your mansion back home, and you felt embarrassed that the Min’s saw what they could call a ‘common home’.

You looked at the large men carrying your things through the large wooden door of the Min’s home, and you swallowed hard nervously before walking inside.

Absolutely beautiful. You couldn’t keep your eyes off your surroundings. Paintings decorated the walls, a large golden chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting its bright yellow light over you. You looked forwards at the two staircases on the sides of the main room, leading to the same area that split off as the upstairs and went off into separate hallways which you assumed had bedrooms and such.

“Like what you see?” You jumped when you heard Yoongi’s voice by your ear, his breath tickling that same spot again. You turned around, looking at him with pure irritation. “You need to stop doing that.” You said, frowning at him.

“Or what?” He leaned in towards you and you were quick to back away. “Please take me to my room.” You looked at him, trying to keep your composure when on the inside you were literally screaming. He was ruining you in more ways than one.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow before shrugging and walking past you. “Follow me.” He walked up the stairs and you were quick to follow, your steps almost in sync.

He opened your door, your stuff already placed neatly around the room. You walked past him, looking around your room in amazement. “It’s so big…it’s bigger than my old room.” Your heart sank lightly as you realized what you said. You looked back at Yoongi, who was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Is…Is this really going to be my new home?” You asked, your fingers rubbing the lace material on the end of your dress. He cocked his head to the side, looking at you with a confused expression. “Are you just now realizing this?” He rested his head against the frame, gazing at you. You scoffed at his response. 

“I am in no mood for this. If you’re not going to say anything nice to me then leave. I don’t have time for ignorance. I would like to be alone so I can sleep.” You quickly sat on your bed as you stared at him. He looked at you as if you just spit in his food and he scoffed, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek again. 

“Listen princess, I don’t know how they treated you back home, and frankly, I don’t care. But this estate, this large area, is filled with mobsters. And not your flower picking, daddy loving, family like you have back home. These people have killed other people. Taken people from their families with no remorse. We don’t show mercy, and we don’t bitch about how crappy our lives are. We also, do not take any shit from snot-nosed brats who think they own shit because they’re marrying the next Don.” He snarled, and you were taken aback by his sudden aggressiveness.

Yoongi didn’t seem like the type to be this rude, but as you thought about it, he was a Min. And from the stories you heard, they were the worst of them all.

“If you want something, you get it. No one is going to do anything for you. So suck it up, and shut the fuck up. Goodnight.” He closed the door harder than you expected, the loud sound of the door slamming shut made you jump, your arms wrapping around yourself.

You couldn’t do anything. You just stared blankly at the door, as if Yoongi were still standing there. But he wasn’t. Snot-nosed brat? How dare he. You huffed loudly, peeling back the soft covers of your bed and you quickly took off your dress, leaving you in only your bra and underwear, and you crawled in. You covered your whole body with the large cover, the soft material laying perfectly on top of your skin. You quickly got comfortable enough to sleep, forgetting that you were indeed in a large home full of cold-blooded, murdering mobsters. And one was soon going to become your husband.


You did not get to sleep for long, since you woke up to a woman calling your name. You opened your eyes to see a woman with long brown hair staring down at you. “Mr. and Mrs. Min have asked for you to join the family for dinner.” She watched as you sleepily nodded as you sat up in the bed before quickly exiting your room.

You were exhausted. Mentally, physically, and emotionally. You also couldn’t get Yoongi’s words out of your head. “ We also, do not take any shit from snot-nosed brats who think they own shit because they’re marrying the next Don.” How utterly rude. You were not a snot-nosed brat,and you certainly did not think you owned anything in this large home. If anything you felt that they owned you.

You quickly slipped on a sweater and jeans, the inside of the mansion of the estate was a little too cold for your liking, but you weren’t going to say anything. You didn’t own anything in this house and the Min’s certainly don’t owe you anything. You will prove Yoongi wrong.

You stepped into the large dining hall, seeing the Min’s all sitting and drinking wine. They all looked at you, Mr. and Mrs. Min only glancing at you briefly before carrying on with their previous conversation. Yet, Yoongi was staring at you, his expression unreadable. You avoided his gaze, his words still replaying over and over in your mind. You sat far from him, your eyes looking down at the plate in front of you.

You didn’t feel hungry. You didn’t feel like sitting with this family that you knew nothing about. You just wanted to go home. You kept your hands in your lap, your head down to avoid the gaze Yoongi had on you. “Are you not hungry?” Mrs. Min asked, her voice soft as she glanced at you. 

You looked at her, innocently shaking your head. “No, I’m not.” She nodded before clearing her throat. “Well then, since we’re all here, I thought we’d discuss the future.” She began. “You and Yoongi will be getting married, and since this is my son’s wedding, I decided to be the wedding planner.” She smiled.

“You mean you just want to control everything and give me no say in what I do and do not want to do?” Yoongi interrupted, his eyes on his food as he used to fork to roll the peas around his plate slowly. “As a matter of fact, yes.” Mrs. Min clapped as she smiled wide. That earned a scoff from Yoongi, who rolled his eyes at his mother’s blunt answer.

“So i’m thinking first…what day?” She put a finger to her chin, thinking to herself. “Let’s just do it tomorrow.” Yoongi’s voice made your head shoot upward, looking at Yoongi who was just staring at you with the same unreadable expression. “I-I don’t think I’m ready for that.” You shook your head.

“I agree. Plus, I want to plan this wedding to be the most beautiful and I need time to get everything together. How about..in a month?” Mrs. Min looked at the both of you, an eyebrow raised. 

You said nothing, not wanting to be against anything she says. A month is also too soon for you, but your fear of Mr. and Mrs. Min was too strong to protest. You couldn’t forget what Yoongi said. His family was cruel, and didn’t care if you had a family. Your life could end if they wanted it to, and you had no say or chance to beg for mercy. You simply nodded, Mrs. Min’s expression changing fully to a cheerful one. 

“Oh, this is exciting!” Mrs. Min said, instantly taking out her phone. “I’m going to make some phone calls.” She stood from the table and quickly disappeared down the hall. This change of character took you by surprise. Mr. Min only nodded in your direction, also following suit and following his wife down the hall.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her smile until today.” You mumbled, your eyes back down at your plate. You still didn’t want to see him. “I’m surprised you agreed to a month. Are you sure you’re ready for that?” Yoongi’s voice felt closer than you expected, but when you looked up, he was still in the same seat.

It was like he was always near, his voice only inches from your ear. You could still feel your skin burning from the kiss he pressed against your neck earlier. “I wasn’t going to say no to her.” You admitted that you were afraid. There was no reason to deny it. The only thing you refused to admit is that you were also scared of the man in front of you.

You weren’t scared that he’d hurt you. In fact, you knew he wouldn’t. You were terrified of what he does to you. Your mind is still yours but your body was completely under his touch. A single finger.

Yoongi said nothing to your words, nodding slowly before rising from his seat. “I’m going to bed.” His words sounded meaningless and you didn’t meet his eyes as he stood there briefly before you heard the heel of his shoes as he walked past you and through the other hall.

He is in the same hall as you. As if that we’re a surprise, of course it was the same hall. You waited until you felt that he was no longer close and you stood from the table, looking at your plate full of food that you didn’t touch. You had no appetite. Not here.

You slowly walked down the hall towards your room, glancing at all the paintings and small things on display that lined the walls. You were amazed how they could own so many things. It looked like they had expensive objects from all around the world.

You eventually made it to your door, your hand touching the cold handle of your door and opening it. A presence. Even though your room was pitch black, you still felt a presence. You reached out to feel the wall until your fingers touched the light switch and you switched it on, only to see that Yoongi was now in arms reach of you and he quickly pulled you inside, your door slamming shut from the sudden force.

He pushed you against the wall, his hands inches away from your face as he had you locked in place by his hold on the wall. You were trapped. And you could only stare at him with wide eyes as his shot straight into yours. He said nothing, his eyes now looking all over your face, his last spot on your lips.

Your breath halted as he leaned closer, your body shaking lightly. You quickly turned your head. No. You didn’t want this. But the fire burning in your stomach almost made you think something different. He leaned in closer, his lips close enough to your neck that his warm breath made your body shiver, your back slightly arching involuntarily. 

What is he doing to you? You felt your heart start to pound out of your chest as his lips slowly grazed your skin and you made a small noise, making him hesitate before slowly pulling away. You looked back at him, confusion clear on your face.

“Stop looking so sad. You’re ruining the mood around here.” He didn’t release you from your station against the wall, his eyes still staring at your lips but were quick to snap back up to your eyes, locking you in place. “Look at me more. It pisses me off when you don’t.” He still didn’t move. 

“Eat when food is given to you. I don’t need you passing out all over the place or getting sick and burdening everyone around you just because you’re sad.” His words were soft yet demanding, and all you could do was stare at him as he spoke. “You’re entitled to your own opinion, just don’t piss everybody off.”

He started to lean forwards a little and you quickly turned your head, your eyes shutting. You heard him sigh before feeling his hand grab your chin to turn your face forwards. Your eyes opened to see his stare, his eyes wandering as if he was searching for something. “I won’t hurt you. I will never hurt you. I will never force anything upon you. I’ll always wait until you’re ready.” His hand let go of your face, his arms falling back down to his sides and freeing you from his capture. 

You quickly moved from the wall, moving so you were farther from him. He looked at you and you could’ve sworn you saw a look of hurt but if it was there it quickly changed back to his normal carefree gaze.

“Please don’t play with me.” You blurted out those words before your body could stop you, and Yoongi only raised an eyebrow slightly. “I’ve never had a man this close to me. Never had a man touch my skin like you, or put their lips on my skin like you did. My heart doesn’t know what to do and my brain doesn’t know what to think. But I know you think it’s all a joke, to have me feel these things. Please do not play with my feelings. I am here against my own will. I had no choice to come here. I only did it for my father and my family. I am not spoiled, I can take care of myself. It’s only been a day, and i feel like I’ve been trapped for years.”

Your hands came up to wrap around your waist, hugging yourself. “I miss my father. I miss my home. But I have no choice but to be here and to marry you. This is not what I wanted. I want to have my own choices. So I’m choosing to say not to play with my heart, Min Yoongi. I’m not like other girls who may fall at your feet. My family may not be as cruel, but we are mobsters. I was raised to be strong, and to be a leader. I will not be toyed with.”

You hadn’t realized you had been staring at the floor until you looked up to see Yoongi’s eyes, his expression once again unreadable. That just made you frustrated. You wanted to know what he was thinking, and to see him look at you with no emotion made you want to scream. You turned around, not wanting him to see how frustrated he makes you.

“Who is toying with who? That’s what you should be asking yourself.” His words were cold, your head turning quickly to see him already leaving you room, shutting your door behind him. You stood there, astonished. Who’s toying with who? What the hell does that even mean? You were not toying with him, in fact, all you have done is stay silent, and you’ve even taken his insults without saying anything back to defend yourself. All you have done is stay small, surrounded by people who’s status towered over you.

These thoughts ran through your mind all night until you eventually fell asleep, the events of today leaving you extremely exhausted.


Black. That seemed to be the only thing you saw when you dreamed. There really was no explanation for it, nor could anything or anyone help you understand the meaning. That’s just the way your mind worked. Not that you’d complain, since the dreams you’ve heard from other people seemed bothersome.

Sometimes you were glad you couldn’t dream, but sometimes all you wanted was some color. A flash of greens, some reds, or maybe some yellows. But it was the most troublesome when you’d see flashes of yellow and think maybe this was the start of a dream, but would be rudely awakened by the reality that these flashes of lights were not illustrations of your subconscious. Instead they were the flashes of sunlight entering your room as your uncle opened your window blinds, letting the sunlight seep into your room and cast over your eyes, blinding you as you awakened.

You opened your eyes, the sun shining straight on you and you held your hand above your eyes to give you shade to look at the figure opening your window blinds. “Uncle?” You sat up and narrowed your eyes to see clearer and you saw that it was not your uncle. Instead, it was Min Yoongi, who was staring at you with a raised eyebrow at what you slept in. You looked down to see that you stripped down to just your bra and underwear again, your black laced bra on clear display in front of the man.

Your face became red hot as you quickly pulled the blankets over your chest, covering yourself. He could only chuckle, the deep laugh and small smile on his face only made you more embarrassed. “Well, good morning to you too.” He teased, and you pouted, looking away from him. 

“Please forget that you saw anything.” You looked back at him. “I’ll try. I just can’t stop thinking about the question if your panties match.” He sneered. Your mouth opened wide in surprise. “Pervert.” You folded your arms over your chest, securing the blanket there. “Only for you, princess.”

You willfully ignored the nickname he gave you and huffed loudly. “Did you come in here to invade my privacy or was there an actual reason?” You glared at him. He said nothing at first, instead just leaning next to the window and crossing his arms. “Well, I was going to tell you that my friends are coming over to play pool, and I want you to be there so you can meet all of them. But seeing how you’re barely dressed in front of me, now makes me want to stay here to see how far this will go.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “You’re so cocky. Who said you were going to get anything from me?” You were obviously annoyed, and that only entertained Yoongi more.

“Well, I am your future husband. To be more specific, your fiance. That puts me on a pretty high pedestal, and it’s a shame that I’m almost close to marrying my fiance and I haven’t even had the pleasure to kiss her.” He was playing with you again.

You narrowed your eyes, your blush returning back on your face. “I’ll meet your friends, but you’ll have to kill me first before I’ll ever let you kiss me.” You snarled, watching as he chuckled again, the sound only infuriating you more. “Don’t tempt me.” He headed towards your door, glancing at you as he took hold of your doorknob. “They’ll be here in an hour.” He closed your door, leaving you alone once again.


You took a long, much needed shower after the day that passed, enjoying the hot water falling onto your skin like bullets. You had your hands through your hair, washing the shampoo from your long locks. Your mind always wanders while showering, and you started to think about your family back home. You wished you could talk to your father, or hear his voice, but all you had to keep him in your mind was a jacket that still smelled of him.

You got out the shower, wiping the fog from the mirror so you could look at yourself, wrapping yourself in a towel and grabbing another towel to dry your hair. You walked out the bathroom, going straight to your suitcase and pulling out a matching red set of lace underwear and a bra. You suddenly remembered what happened earlier with Yoongi and your face became red again as you hurriedly put them on, feeling embarrassed that you had exposed yourself like that.

You own plenty pajamas, but the day was so long and tiring that you simply stripped and went to bed. A mistake that won’t happen again. You opened another suitcase, taking out the dresses that were inside so they wouldn’t wrinkle. You looked at all of them, deciding to put on an olive green summer dress, the end of it adorned with white lace.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your hair now dry and you decided to put it over one shoulder, your long hair draping over your shoulder and chest. You looked on your nightstand, seeing your mother’s charm bracelet and you quickly put it on, lightly feeling the sun charm dangling from it and smiling. 

No matter how much you missed your mother, your memory of her was still strong, and you were happy that you still had her close to your heart.


It took you a few to figure out where the pool room was, but you were quick to find it when you heard Yoongi’s voice along with other men outside the door. You knocked before slowly opening the door, looking to see Yoongi along with six other men staring straight at you. You stood awkwardly, closing the door behind you softly. 

“Guys, this is (Y/N). My fiance.” That word still made your heart pound and you looked at Yoongi as he looked back at you with a smirk. “Wow, she’s even more beautiful than you described.” One of them said, his lips forming a smile and you spotting dimples that appeared on each side. “I’m Namjoon.” He said, reaching out his hand which you took respectively.

After meeting all of them, you had a general idea of who they were and their personalities. Kim Namjoon, is really smart and kind, yet he tends to break a lot of things. You overhear the others calling him the ‘God of Destruction’ which you later fully understood.

Kim Seokjin, who you were later told to call Jin, is the oldest in the group of friends, yet he acts like a child. He likes to tell really horrible jokes, though Yoongi’s friend, Jimin, was always the only one to laugh. Park Jimin is very nice and is almost the same height as Yoongi, but he is a lot more playful that him. He likes to tease the others, and he always laughed at jokes, no matter how terrible they were.

Jung Hoseok is so funny that you had to hold your stomach sometimes from laughing so hard. He always had the best responses, and he sometimes did random things to make everyone laugh. You knew immediately that everyone loved him.

Kim Taehyung is not from this world. That’s really all you can say. He’s a sweetheart and also just as random as Hoseok, but he did things that only made you question his state of mind. But you knew immediately that he’d be a friend that you would be close to.

Jung Jungkook is the youngest, so everyone treats him like so, but he is also the most muscular of the group of friends. Jin always tells him to calm down and to relax his muscles as a joke, and he would always just smile, his teeth reminding you of a bunny. You had to admit that he was adorable, yet his muscles told you otherwise.

You sat among them, watching as Namjoon and Jungkook played pool while the rest of them sat on the couches around you and drank beer. Yoongi held one out to you but you quickly shook your head. “I’m underage, plus, I don’t like the taste of beer.” Yoongi raised an eyebrow. You never told him your age.

“Really? How old are you, (Y/N)?” Taehyung asked, looking at you curiously. “E-Eighteen…” You looked at Yoongi, who looked at you with wide eyes. “Woah, Yoongi! You’re marrying a young one. What’s the year gap there?” Namjoon looked at the both of you in surprise. “Like, six years?”

You looked at Yoongi in amazement. “You’re 24?” Yoongi only stared at you, the same amazed expression on his face.


It was late at night when the boys finally left, leaving you and Yoongi alone in silence. He didn’t speak to you once after finding out how old you were, and you looked at him slightly annoyed as he walked away from you to head towards his room. 

“Min Yoongi!” You watched as he stopped and turned to look at you. “You didn’t speak to me for hours.” He looked away, his tongue poking his cheek again as he gave you an annoyed glare. “Why didn’t you tell me how old you were. You’re practically a child.” He watched as you walked over to him, close enough to where you don’t have to shout.

“I am not a child.” Your simple words made him scoff and you crossed your arms, returning the annoyed glare. “I’m not a child. I am mature enough to handle my own decisions and situations, and I know right from wrong. I am an adult, and you will treat me as one. So don’t ignore me like that, and do not insult me by calling me a child. I will not be belittled by yo-” Your words were cut short by Yoongi’s hands reaching out and grabbing you, pushing you against the wall hard as his lips crashed into yours. One of his hands held you in place by the back of your neck while the other held you in place against him by your waist.

Your skin was on fire. His hands felt like hot pans as he burned your skin from the inside.

He’s dangerous.

Your eyes were wide open, staring at him as he kissed you hard, the feeling a little painful but his lips were so soft. Your eyes closed slowly, feeling his lips move on top of yours and you couldn’t help yourself from kissing him back, causing a low groan to leave his lips.

What are you doing? This is wrong. This is wrong.

But you couldn’t stop. You kissed him back, immediately letting him take dominance in the kiss as he held you close to him. Your hands went up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer against your lips.

It was as if you were trying to engulf one another. As if no matter how close you were, you wanted to be closer. You wanted to feel his hot skin against yours. You wanted to feel his fingers gently sliding against your body, keeping you in place against his. You felt his tongue swipe against your bottom lip and you quickly felt his tongue slid into your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours, eliciting a moan from your throat.

Stop.

His tongue pulled away and he gently bit down on your bottom lip, drawing back slightly before letting go and moving down to your exposed neck, hungrily leaving wet kisses and marks on every place he could. You bit your lip, your eyes closing as he sucked on one part of your neck that made you moan out loud, the sensitive area making your legs shake and Yoongi’s grip on your waist tightened as if he was holding you up to keep you from falling.

Stop.

His lips returned back to yours, your kisses almost sloppy as you felt his hands go under your thighs only to lift you up against the wall, your legs wrapping tightly around his hips as you felt him pin you harder against the wall. You felt his tongue return back into your mouth, your tongues sliding as you hungrily kissed each other. You felt him grind hard against you, the fact that you were only wearing a dress made you shiver, feeling him over the thin material of your underwear. Your mind which was in a haze finally snapped back into reality of what was happening.

This is wrong. This is wrong. You need to stop this.

You pulled away quickly. Yoongi was quick to look up at you, his clouded eyes almost searching for the reason that you pulled away from him. “Yoongi…” Your words almost came out as a whisper. He looked at you a second more before realizing what was happening and was quick to carefully set you down.

You smoothed out your dress as Yoongi took a few steps away from you, running his hands through his hair. “Fuck…” You heard his frustration and you looked up at him to see him leaning against the wall on the opposite side of you.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Princess.” He said, your skin growing goosebumps at how he looked at you.

“I don’t know what you mean. I’ve done nothing to you, accept argue with you over everything.” Your hand ran through your hair, which was slightly tangled from him grabbing at you. He shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing. “You don’t understand, do you?” He looked at you, studying your expression before tchiping and walking past you.

“Forget about it. Goodnight.”

You watched him disappear down the hallway and you fell back against the wall, your hand going to your heart to calm down the fast and heavy beating in your chest. You had no idea what he meant by the fact that you were doing something to him.

 You only stood there, still feeling your lips swollen from the harsh kisses and your neck felt tender from the marks he left. Your fingers lightly touched your lips, the feeling of his lips on yours and the taste of him on your tongue still lingered and made you feel like your brain was going to melt.

What did you do to him? What does he mean?


Author’s Note

Hello!

I apologize deeply for posting this chapter so late. I just felt that I was in a rush to finish and I honestly feel like if I rush, it’ll be a crappy chapter so I took some time so it’ll at least not suck as much as I kinda feel that it does.

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JJ has been playing quietly by himself since he got dropped off by his kindergarten teacher, Mrs. P. That isn’t really her real name though. JJ just can’t seem to remember what her name is. He kicks a pebble and let out a sigh. Daddy had to work and could not pick him up because of work and since Daddy didn’t give any emergency contact to Mrs. P, she had to send him home. Mrs. P had waited with him for a while but had to leave after half an hour. So JJ has been playing alone in his front yard since then.

Bored out of his mind, JJ flops on the grass and closes his eyes. “I miss daddy.” He murmurs sleepily, his exhaustion finally catching up to him. JJ must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing he knows, he is being gently shaken awake and someone is holding an umbrella over him.

“Hey, JJ.” You sigh in relief when the blond kid with the beautiful blue eyes you have come to love finally open his eyes. You had been on your way to your house when you spotted the little boy sprawled on the lawn, unmoving and your brain automatically assumed the worse so you had run over to him, dropping your belongings beside him before trying to wake him up which brings you to your current situation.

“Hi, Y/N.” JJ rubs his eyes sleepily as he sits up. “I fell asleep.”

You nod your head, kneeling beside him. “What are you doing out here?” You glance over to his house but it didn’t seem as if anyone is home at all. You spy JJ’s school bag in front of his door and now that you finally manage to look around, you also notice his dad’s red Maserati is not around too. Immediately, a frown appears on your face. “How long have you been out here, darling?” You turn to look at him, bringing him in your arms, lifting him up. JJ wraps his arms around your neck instinctively.

“I dunno.” JJ shrugs, enjoying being held by you. It reminds him of daddy. “Mrs. P dropped me off and waited with me for a bit because she could not reach daddy’s phone. She left after that though.” JJ explains when he remembers your earlier question. Besides, Mrs. P was a boring companion to be with – she didn’t even want to play with him.

The frown on your ace deepens. You are aware that JJ’s kindie often ends early – some days earlier than most – and today must have been one of those earlier days. You also know that JJ’s daddy – Jason Todd – is a very busy man. Not to mention sexy too. But that is absolutely beside the point. The teacher definitely needs a talking to, too. What if you had not decided to go home early today? What would have happened to the poor boy?

“How about we come over to my house first and then we can wait for daddy together? How’s that sound?” You pick up your belongings and head towards your own house when JJ nodded his head and unlock your door. You set him down and JJ opens the door, peeking in to your house.

“Thank you.” JJ looks back to grin at you and you almost sigh at how adorable the boy is. You push open the door wider and Max, your Alaskan Malamute, comes out running to greet the both of you happily. You laugh when Max jumps and licks your face. He does the same to JJ too when he sees his favourite boy. “Hi Max!” JJ’s giggle is very adorable and you smile.

“Alright, let’s go in. I’ll make us something light to eat.” You tell JJ as the three of you walk inside. Max skips happily in front of the two of you. “Are you hungry, JJ?”

JJ nods his head. “Yes!”

You close the door behind you and make sure the door is locked before dropping your keys and belongings on the counter. JJ runs off ahead with Max chasing after him, laughing happily as the two of them start playing chase. That is how you spend the rest of the day – playing with JJ and feeding the little boy.

Jason grunts as he parks his Maserati, letting out a few expletives. His work hard taken too much of his time and Jason had actually thought he would have finished it before JJ is let out of kindergarten but that was not the case. His house is dark and it is really late at night too. What the fuck had the teachers been thinking by leaving his son alone here? He really should have given them Alfred’s number as an emergency contact – but at the same time, Jason did not want JJ to be seen as the billionaire’s grandson! He wants JJ to grow up without the eyes of the public on him.

“Fuck.” Jason panics when he does not see JJ anywhere but stumbles upon his bag. He really should consider moving JJ to a closer kindergarten or maybe even considering just sending JJ to a private day-night care instead. Jason is about to call out JJ’s name when he spies a paper stuck on his door. “What the hell.” He rips the paper off of the door and squints as he tries to read it in the dark. His head shoots up and he looks at his neighbour’s house before sighing in relief.

Jason crosses the lawn and knocks on your door. He can hear JJ’s laughter from inside and Jason releases another sigh of relief. He can hear your voice telling JJ (“That’s your daddy, let’s go greet him,”) and Jason suddenly feels anxious.

The moment the door opens, JJ jumps towards Jason, causing Jason to reach forward to wrap his arms around his son. JJ giggles happily when Jason showers his face with kisses, momentarily forgetting about your presence. You, on the other hand, are melting inside at the display of affection. You have always known Jason to be a very loving dad – JJ tells you about all the things Jason has done for him – and seeing this right in front of you almost makes you feel shy.

“Thank you so much, Y/N.” Jason thanks you profusely and you shake your head, trying your hardest not to let your blush appear on your cheeks. Up close, Jason is seriously super handsome and how you are still standing is a mysterious. “I really should pay you for your time – I didn’t mean to be unreachable. I thought I could get back before JJ was let out of school.” Jason rambles and would have continued to ramble if you had not stop him.

You shake your head. “No, it’s quite alright. JJ is a very good company too. You don’t have to pay me,” You assure Jason but it seems as if Jason is not having any of your excuses so he takes out his wallet and tries to give you a few bills and you shake your head. This goes on a few times – Jason trying his hardest to convince you take the money and you rejecting the money because JJ is a very adorable, laughable boy.

Jason is about to insist you to take his compensation money when you blurt out, “How about you pay me by coming over to dinner instead? I make some mean steak.” Jason stares at you in surprise and you blanch when you realize what you have just said. Your face turns absolutely red and you almost stumble backwards.

“Can we have some mashed potatoes too, Y/N?” JJ asks excitedly. He really likes eating your food – it reminds him Grandpa Alfred’s food too. Jason looks away from you to look at JJ briefly. JJ seems very happy, excited too and he looks at you, waiting for your answer.

“Of course.” You smile at JJ. “We can have mashed potatoes too.”

Jason grins. “Only if you let me bring some wine over.” He tells you. You flush under his stare and nod your head. “We can have some steak, mashed potatoes, wine for us and some smoothie for JJ.” Jason takes out his phone and hands it over to you. “Put your number in – we can set a date sometime this week?”

You nod your head, inputting your phone in to Jason’s phone. “That’s a date then.” Jason chuckles and nods his head. The two of you stare at each other quietly and would probably have gone on much longer if JJ had not yawn. Jason seems to remember that it is quite late at night and JJ might have missed his afternoon nap too. “I’m going to go home now, thank you again for taking care of JJ when I wasn’t around, Y/N. You are a life saver.” Jason leans forward to press a kiss on your cheek and you grin at him, your heart beating wildly against your chest.

Jason leaves you standing by your door, cheeks flushed and there is a little bit of a spring to his steps. He definitely is lucky to have a neighbour like you – one that would take care of his kid willingly. He knows JJ can be a handful sometimes – JJ picks up much of his habits too! – and it can really be tiring at times but as he walks all the way to his own house, JJ has yet to stop talking about all the fun things he had done while at your house. He even talked about Max, your dog and how bigger the dog is than Uncle Damian’s Titus is!

Maybe it is about time he acts on his feelings for you. Suddenly, Jason is looking forward to having dinner with you. You might even be what his life needs.

Red Carnation

Description:The looks he gave you,the way he talked and his attitude made it all harder to bear him.Mafia exo!

Genre:Smut+fluff

Chanyeol X Reader

Part 1


You put the brush down after finishing the last part of the painting.You had been staying at this hell-hole for 3 weeks now and after your small talk with Mr.Park that night,he had gotten careful when he spoke to you or was around you in general.You had told him that you did not want his pity act but all you had in return was silence and cold eyes as usual.

You asked him for many things in the past week.Clothes,food and some more and one of those things was your brushes and some canvases.You were supposed to submit a work 2 weeks ago and since you didn’t have the permission to go out,you decided to stay in and paint as much as you want.

After he saw you speaking sign language that night,he asked you how you knew it and to your surprise,he said it was okay if you did not want to mention it.You calmly said that you had to learn it in order to speak to your brother,who was now resting in his grave.

 After you told him you had no one,instead of abandoning you or just leaving you to be,he had the urge to protect you and that’s why you were being kept at his house for a week now.He had asked you to come and stay over at his house but didn’t tell you why.You actually wanted to resist at first but remembering he was a rained killer and the head of a big mafia,you just nodded.

The truth was that he was concerned about you.

He had been following a group of serial killers for a while and he was suspecting that maybe they had learned where his man lived and he didn’t want you to get killed there.His man were trained,skilled and they knew what to do at a point where you had to sacrifice a few of them but you were just a girl he brought over to his building a few weeks ago just because you had seen too much.

Even shin knew it was a lie

He actually wanted to be around you.He was planning to kill you or just abandon you in a place where no one knew like he did to many people at the end of their first week but you were different.He wanted to know more about you and to everyone’s surprise,he listened to you when you talked other than just yelling at you.

You made your way upstairs to see a Mr.Park who was talking calmly on the phone.People might think that he was just talking casual stuff with his friend by his tone,about how he had a great weekend and his college friends but the truth was far away from that.He was talking about how he wanted the professor on the building at 5 am tomorrow and how they should kill him if he doesn’t speak.

He was a different man indeed.

You stared at him for a while after realizing that he was too busy.You made your way downstairs to make some tea to drink while you painted.It was a slow day for you while the man upstairs just robbed a bank,as usual.You had questioned why he kept you here,you asked him many times and shin,even some of his men too but all they did was look at you.They did not really talk.

You heard footsteps behind you as you colored the white canvas with black paint,tea still hot.You also made Mr.Park some tea in case he wanted to warm up a bit.It had been raining the whole week and it did nor seem like it was going to change.

“Thanks” he said while he took a sip from the tea.

You nodded,not wanting to speak much to the tempered man standing next to you while you sat on the floor and continued to paint with a cold expression.

He had so many questions for you.From where you came from to why you were so quiet but he was not a man of talking,neither were you.You both needed some time.

He sat next to you,taking a look at you drawing.

“Are you an art student?” he asked slowly,fixing his white shirt which was fitting him tightly.

“No” you said,an awkward silence between the two of you as you finished your painting.

You realized that if you didn’t talk to the tall guy standing right next to you,this prison life wouldn’t get any better,At least knowing him would be interesting,you thought.You took your mug and sat on the floor,leaning to the cold walls ans you faced the very handsome man who was examining all your features.

“I just like to paint” you said as your hands covered the mug before hearing the voices of a lighting from outside.

“You can paint the walls of the building” he said slowly,making sure you understood.”If you want I mean.They’re plain anyway” he said as you looked carefully at his features like he just did to you.

He was undeniably handsome.You thought all the mafia leaders would be scar-eyed man in their thirties but the black haired young man proved you wrong.He had big ears which made him only more attractive along with his big,brown eyes,His lips looked like a pink cloud,making him look even more attractive than before.

“I would love to” you said in a low voice just when he lifted his eyes up,only to meet yours.

It made both of your hearts clench for a small moment.

“Do….you have a real name?” you asked hesitant still from what you observed his reaction would be like,but he proved you wrong.

“Chanyeol” he said looking at your face which was now shadowed by your hair.

“Oh” you said smiling a bit to show him your appreciation.

“You’re not from here,Are you?” he said,still staring at you.

“No..I actually don’t know where I’m from” you finished your sentence in a breath,staring at your hands.

He just looked at you with soft eyes.

“I was raised by the government and I didn’t have a home so I don’t really know much about myself” you said smiling brokenly as the man adored every single word that left your mouth.

You were far more beautiful than he could imagine.

“It must be famous for it’s beauty,I can tell by looking at you” he said,regretting a bit at how direct he sounded.

And you could almost see stars in his eyes.


You had been waiting for Shin to start the movie and It was getting tiresome.It has been a boring week except your little talk with Chanyeol and since he was out of town for a few days,you had figured out that it would be nice to have a movie night with Shin instead of sitting at home,doing nothing.

“Okay.You wanna watch…..?” he asked with a confused expression as you opened your mouth to say absolutely nothing.

“You dunno?” he asked and you nodded,making him whine at how silly you were and how he needed to spend 20 minutes on choosing the movie.You just nodded like you always did.

After a while,he picked out the movie and started to play it.You tried to focus but you were too busy thinking about how horrible your life was getting lately.You heard a few key sounds from the door but chose to ignore it as Shin had told you that Chanyeol wouldn’t be back for at least 2 days.You were too tired and you didn’t want to think of another stuff you had to deal with.

He slowly made his way into his apartment.He had panicked to see the lights on but after he remembered you were in,he let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding in.He was supposed to come back 3 days after but he already did everything he had to and he also wanted to surprise you.He knew he was nothing more than a thug to you but he wanted to be special in your heart,even though he was still scared to admit it.

“What the fuck?” said a familiar voice from behind and Shin immediately stoodu up like he knew something bad was going to happen,so do you.

“Hi Mr.Park” said shin as he ate the last bit of popcorn left on his hand.

“What’s-” said Chanyeol before you cut him off,you did not want to trouble shin so you had to take the responsibility.

“I called Shin and wanted to have a movie night” you said in a breath and you could see Chanyeol’s eyes relieve a bit.“So It’s my fault” you finished your sentence and signaled Shin to walk out of the room.

“Relax.I’m not going to shoot him” he said sarcasm mixed with his cold tone.

“I’ve seen you do it” you said not breaking the  eye contact.You could feel your blood freezing but you were not ready to give in just yet.

“Shin,get out!” said chanyeol,ready to kill him.

“I’m coming here to my apartment,after a long job I had to care of and all I see is my assistant and the girl who was ‘so scared’ hooking up.Now” he said taking your chin between his fingers so that you were looking directly at his eyes.”What’s that all about?” he said in a low voice.You were still amazed how calm he was after yelling at Shin.

You were staring at his new dyed red hair with amazement and he could tell that you were amused.

“I-I was bored so I called him in.You don’t let me talk to anyone so I thought Shin could help me with that” you said,still looking at his hair.

“You dyed your hair” you said,finally giving in and meeting his soft eyes.

It was his first time looking you with soft eyes and you were truly amazed at how much his eyes expressed.

He smirked before letting go of your chin and you just stood there looking at him.He seemed really tired despite the fire coming out of his eyes.

“We can watch a movie” you said pointing at the tv.

“I’ll pass” he said and just when you were expecting him to walk away,he got closer to you and made a relieved voice.

“You smell nice as always” he said leaving in awe.

“You hungry?” you blurted out when he was still close to you,not wanting to miss the chance.

“You can cook?” he said in amazement when you nodded.

You made your way into the kitchen and cooked him some pasta,him looking at you every second.You were really uncomfortable with the way his eyes were looking at you but you did not want to anger him so you just stayed silent while he watched you in awe.

After serving the pasta,you waited for him to react.His eyes lit up and for the longest time ever,you saw the sparkles in his eyes.You gave him a wide smile,making him forget about all his worries.

You went to his bathroom to take a towel for the one downstairs until you heard footsteps from behind.You turned around to see him standing 2 millimeters away from you.He was so close that you could feel his eyelashes on yours.You didn’t open your eyes,unable to see what was coming next.

“Look at me” he said taking your wrists on his hand and putting them on his chest.You blinked a few times before opening your eyes only to meet the brown eyes you were missing so dearly.

“I missed you” he said whispering.thinking you hadn’t heard.

“I missed you too” you said,unable to control your thoughts as he pressed his forehead against yours.

Just like he made it all up,the song from the first night you had met him started playing while his soft lips caressed yours passionately.

“We’ve come too far”

You could feel his skin burn while it touched yours,making the world seem like a blurry place.He kissed you deeply while his hands found your waist,making you gasp.

He was a good kisser.You tried to fight for dominance but after a while all you could do was to let him take the lead.His expert hands found their way to your hips,holding them gently while your hands welcomed his new hair.

“I don’t think we can go back”

You had no idea how long you had been waiting for this,To feel his body move against yours as one.He slowly carried you to his bed after you wrapped your legs around him.He made sure you were comfortable before hovering above you to kiss you once again.

You could feel his anger,his lust,his desire and passion by the way he kissed and his body moved.It was too much for you to handle as his body fit perfectly with yours.While you melted into his passionate kiss,his hands found the corner of your shirt,pulling it above your head to meet your body.

He had never seen something as beautiful as you.

“You make me feel so vulnerable“ he said  as he kissed you slowly.

As the music went on,you pulled his shirt up to see his defined body.He caressed your body so gently and with so much affection,making you forget all the bad thoughts you had about him.His hands held your hips as he sucked your neck,making sure he left a mark.You let your hands roam on his hair,amazing you at how soft his hair was.

After he was done sucking at your neck,he kissed you once again before lowering himself so that he could pay attention to your breasts.He gently kissed them at first,slowly getting eager as low moans left you mouth while he sucked your breast.

His hand found its way to your core,caressing it and making you moan from the back of your throat.He got harder by the second while you grinned your body into his,wanting some friction.He kissed your belly and started to get lower and that was when you started seeing stars.

He kissed your core before getting rid of the wet material.You could feel tears forming in your eyes as he sucked your core so eagerly,like he was eating his last meal.You pulled his red locks as he made stars form in your mind.

“Goodness” you said as he pulled away and took a look at you before wiping his mouth.

“You’re the goodness” he said as he hovered above you once again,making you feel wanted more than ever.

“I’ve been craving you” he said as he took off his boxer and kissed you once again “since the first time we met” he finished his sentence while he lined himself into your entrance.

You took his face in your hands,to his surprise,and kissed him deeply as he entered you.He waited for a while for you to adjust his size as you kissed him.You moved your hips when you felt ready,making him go at a whole new pace.He made sure you were okay as he thrusted deeply into you,making your back arch with pleasure.

“Gosh,You feel so good” he said as his pace got sloppier.

Your hands continued to caress his hair as he picked up his pace and made your body shake as well as his.All you could see was the starts and all you could hear was the sound of the mattress hitting the wall along with chanyeol’s deep moans while he made love to you.

You felt yourself getting closer to your climax as he held your legs up so he was getting deeper now.You could see the small drops of sweat on his forehead as he moved at a quick pace.

You dig your nails into his back as you came,feeling euphoric as he came too.You lost it when he let a low,deep moan leave his lips and gripped the sheets while he rode out his orgasm.

You both needed a moment after you reached your climax,only to meet each other’s eyes.He gave you a wide smile before kissing you.

“I know It’s going to sound cliche and stupid” he said as he took your hands into his.”But I want you” he said while he kissed your hands.

“You’re lucky” you said as you took caressed cheeks “cause I was just about to say the same thing” you finished you sentence as you hugged him and you heard the last lyrics of the music.

“Seeing someone everyday,

  staying the night together

  With late cigarettes between our lips”


The song is Hug me by South Club and 100/100 recommended.I hope y’all are having a good day and reminder that requests are open!

In this story, Elio visits Oliver in New York, after hearing his wife has passed away from a heart attack.

Chapter II

“I literally choke with the need to see you — it shakes me to the core.”
- Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre featured in Letters To Sartre


The university building was new and modern, the exact opposite of the university I had attended in Rome. The building was enormous, as though they had taken their time with it. Whoever had designed it must have been the most boring man alive, I thought, for there were no decorations anywhere, just plain brick walls with the American flag beside the entrance. The building was so huge I couldn’t even guess how many students were enrolled in this university alone. It was nothing like the cramped university I had studied at. It reminded me of a factory: it had no charm and it was the most uninspiring thing I had ever laid eyes on. 

For a few minutes I stood outside smoking a cigarette trying to find the courage to walk in. When I threw away my cigarette, I immediately started biting my nails, in order to give myself just a few more minutes. I was so scared, I didn’t know what I was doing. It wasn’t my place to be here, I thought. I regretted coming, wanted to go straight back to the hotel. It was already four in the afternoon, there were students coming out of the building every minute. I was jet lagged and felt incredibly tired, though I had taken a long nap in the hotel that morning.

I had made up my mind that I would go today, so I would go today. 

I was wearing a colorblock jacket, which was all the rage in Rome, but not in New York, or so it seemed. I felt terribly out-of-place. A few students looked at me curiously as they walked by, raising their eyebrows at me. I must have stood out like a sore thumb.

I felt like a fool, and just as I was about to light another cigarette, a kind looking older lady came up to me from behind, and asked if I was here for the graduation ceremony. ”No, I’m not,” I answered hastily. Quickly followed by a: ”Thank you,” though she hadn’t offered to help. She smiled, nodded and walked towards the entrance, where she looked over her shoulder to look at me once more.

I had not moved an inch, and felt obliged to go in now that I had refused to ask the kind lady a question.

Inside I had no idea where to go and asked for his name at the reception. After a minute of going through a folder, the young receptionist came up with the directions to his office on the fourth floor. I thanked her and urged my heart to stop pounding in my ears. Jet lag did not do me any favors.

Cazzo, I swore. Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo. A nasty habit I picked up in university. Yet I walked the stairs, and through a long hallway. I had to force myself to walk, just as I had forced myself that I was going to come today. Just man up, I thought, don’t be such a pathetic child! This is what you want, I had to remind myself, though I was scared shitless.  

When I walked past a corner, I suddenly caught a glimpse of him, and immediately took two steps back so I was back around the corner. I hit my head with my fist, and then once more. Cazzo! I could make out his voice, which sounded way different than through the telephone. Younger, somehow. It was a voice I remembered all too well, I had repeated it inside my head like a broken record. It was the voice in which I would often think in, as though it was another language I picked up, and had mastered it so well that it was now my first language: this voice was my own voice. It was in my head all the time. 

I could hear myself breathing heavily. I bit my lower lip until I could taste blood and grasped my neck as if to give myself the urge to find words again. Why, I thought, did I do such a stupid thing? Who was I to interfere in his life again? Show up out of nowhere, just to say my condolences?

Who does that? Whoever would ever come such a way? Should have left it with the telephone call, I thought. Man up, Elio.

I debated going back again, but quickly diminished the thought. No, I had not come all this way for nothing. I would see him now, and deal with myself later. If need be, I could spend the rest of my days in New York under the covers. No one would ever notice, and no one would mind.

Letting go of my neck, I walked around the corner a second time.

He was talking to a female student my age. He looked rough: he had grown a small beard and his hair colour was darker than I remembered. Instead of standing up straight, he was talking to her with his head bent. I noticed he was wearing a suit with creases in them. I felt my heart reaching out for him immediately. The moment I saw him I felt like he needed an embrace to last a lifetime - for he looked so broken and devastated, I felt like if anyone so much as gave him a light tap on the back, he would fall to the floor to collapse.

He noticed me the second the student said her goodbyes and walked away. Two seconds it took, in which he looked both confused and shocked, then he smiled gently and said my name softly. I felt my knees going weak at the sound of it.

A quick hug, like I was a graduate student thanking a professor for his help. I could taste blood on my lip, cursed myself, and smeared it on the back of my hand instead. Control yourself, I swore.

”I’m so sorry, I don’t know what got into me. I had to come see you. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for your loss. Mi dispiace tanto,” I blurted while hugging him. I kept my voice silent, as I was afraid anyone would hear me, though we were the only ones standing in the hallway. I needed to get the words out, to show him I was here to offer my condolences, and not for myself. Heal yourself before you heal others, they say - I was trying to do both at the same time.

He smelled nothing like I remembered: he was smoking a new brand of cigarettes, I could smell it on his shirt. I could feel his ribs hugging him. Porca vacca! He had gotten thinner. ”Elio! What are you doing here - ?” He eyed me questionably.

The words hung in the air. I couldn’t bare to look him in the eye, so I stared at my feet instead. I remembered a look I shared with my father before I left. The look said: I understand, I love you if you go see him. I love you when you return. In my parents’ eyes, I could do no wrong - they must have always taken my silence on the topic of Oliver as a sign that I could not talk about it, that the feelings never went away. If anyone ever spoke of him, like all the people that had met him, I would always repeat what I had said to my father: “Oh yes, he was very kind and intelligent. Of course we miss him very much.” People quickly learned to drop the manner, for there was too much to say, but none of it they would ever hear from me - it was not something I wanted to discuss. Hearing people say kind things about him made me furious at first, but quickly deepened into a feeling of grief. When people asked about him, I felt like I was taken to a graveyard, and I had to stare at his grave stone and speak of him. It was unbearable - I couldn’t do it. I was scared I’d cry having to speak of the emptiness he left in the house, in every summer, every Christmas, in my heart.

He had taken a chunk out of me with him when he left - and whenever anyone asked about him, it felt as though they were bothering me about him. As though they were saying: ‘Where has that part of you gone, that completed you, that made you?’ As though they were asking me who had taken the blood from my veins, how come I had turned so cold, why my nails were blue. Even Mafalda started urging me to smile more whenever I visited, which both angered and annoyed me endlessly. That and her scalding me on not eating the huge amounts of food she made, made me sick just thinking about the happiness of the summer when I was seventeen.

The heart wants what it wants. My parents never tried to downplay the heartbreak, which I was grateful for. They never tried to give me a speech on how to get over it, which I was grateful for too. We never even spoke the word ‘heartbreak’ for it did not do it justice - a ‘break’ is when you break an arm, or when you take a leave off work - something you were able to get over eventually. Seven years of it, and I still wasn’t able to piece it together again, to fix the parts that are broken. 

Looking at Oliver now, I recognised what had made me fall in love with him all over again. Though his face was pale - did he never go out in the sun? - and he looked older, I was almost pleased to notice I still desired to touch him, standing in front of him. I wanted to reach out and touch his chest, his arms, I wanted to kiss the soles of his feet and lay with my own body against his for hours, until we weren’t sure where the warmth of our bodies came from - mine or his. Most of all, I wanted to feel his hand in mine, the way only lovers hold hands. I wanted to hand him my body, just to see what he would do with it. 

”I had to see you. I hoped I could find you here,” I said after we both had fallen silent for a second.

He put his hand on my left shoulder blade, just like he had touched the student just seconds before. My body shivered at the gentle gesture. Cazzo, I cursed again, feeling my body respond to his, as easily as a person breathes. Being touched by him was like learning to speak for the first time. 

”Let’s talk in my office,” he suggested, smiling, and led the way to the door.

Once again I tried to smear away the blood from my lower lip, which was still bleeding. Damn the body, I thought. And damn the mind.

Chapter 3 will follow tomorrow. 

anonymous asked:

Could you do a scenario where Winter introduces her shy s/o to her family? And maybe include Winter defending her s/o when her father disapproves of them and says things to lower their self-confidence? (Let's face it, Jacques is a jerk and would not approve of his eldest daughter dating someone who is too shy to make direct eye contact with him.)

“Winter, I- i’m not really sure about this…”You gripped her hand tighter as she led you up the stairs to her house’s door. What a house it was, mansion was a more fitting term, a borderline palace. The sheer fanciness of it wasn’t calming your nerves one bit.

 Winter sighed “(Y/n), it’ll be alright.” She pauses on the step to turn back and look at you. “I know you’re nervous, and even I wish we didn’t have to do this, but unfortunately we can’t avoid this meeting forever. We’ve been dating for months now, father insists on meeting you.”

 “Right, your father is what i’m really worried about. From what you’ve told me-” The door opened, interrupting your worrying.

 A short, pleasant looking man opened the door. “Ms. Schnee, it’s so good to finally see you again.”

 Winter turns to him with a smile “Klein, it’s been a while.” She clasps a hand on his shoulder before gesturing to you. “This is my partner, (s/o).”

He smiles at you, and it could just be a trick of the light, but it seems his eyes soften to the point of actually becoming a lighter shade. “Ah, yes, we’ve been expecting you. You have no idea how happy I am that ms. Schnee has found someone special to her.”

You blush and duck your chin a little. “N-nice to meet you.”

There’s a hint of pity on his face, seeing you so nervous to meet your girlfriend’s family. He honestly doesn’t blame you. “Right this way.”

He leads both of you through the house, good gods, the décor of this place, until you reach the door of some kind of study.  Klein bows slightly “Your parents and siblings are in here, waiting for you. Are you ready to see them?”

Winter nods, her lips pursed. She looks to you, Klein’s question repeated on her face. You take a breath. Better to just get this over with. Her sister shouldn’t be too much of a problem, the brother’s a bit iffy, her mother would likely be more interested in her drink than the dinner according to Winter, but her father, the mister Schnee, would be the biggest issue. You haven’t heard very many good things about him from either the papers or Winter.

Another breath. You can get through this with Winter next to you.

You nod. Klein bows again and opens the door.

There, seated all on different chairs surrounding a gorgeous coffee table, is one of Atlas’s most influential families. With their pale hair, the same shade as Winter’s, in their light, elegant clothing, illuminated by the delicate light of the chandeliers amidst the lavish setting of the sitting room, they look like a gathering of snow faeries. A gathering of royal doves waiting for their missing member.

If you were to take a picture of this scene and show it to someone, it would look like the perfect family at the height of elegance. Yet actually stepping into the room, there is an unmistakable tense energy in the air. As if everyone in this room wished they had more space away from the others than their chairs could provide. They all look up as you in Winter enter, in a slow manner as if your entrance is no more interesting than two flies stumbling in.

Winter closes her eyes and nods in her family’s direction. “Greeting, father, mother.” Her eyes open and flick to her younger siblings “Weiss, Whitley.”

Weiss’s eyes shine as she looks at her sister, but it’s as if she puts a muzzle on her excitement. She gives a hesitant smile “Winter, I’ve missed you.”

The young boy, Whitley, straightens from where he lounged in his chair “Yes, I’m glad to see our darling sister around the house again. I hope the driver didn’t get you stuck in traffic or anything, it feels as though we’ve been waiting so long.”

There’s a flash of ire in Winter’s eyes, but she’s always been an expert at controlling her emotions “I apologize for our tardiness.”

“Well, when we’ve been waiting months to meet this apparent partner of yours, what’s a few more minutes.” Jacque Schnee radiates an aura of power, something that makes you cringe and feel so small compared to the ice king, no more like ice dictator, sitting before you. “Klein, dinner must be almost ready, yes?”

Klein dips his head low when talking to mister Schnee “It shouldn’t be more than a few minutes, sir.”

Jacque nods “Good. What perfect timing you two have.” HE waves a hand and Klein backs out of the room, likely to see to the dinner preparations. Once the butler is gone, the eyes of the patriarch of the Schnee family meet yours. Despite your best efforts, you find yourself shrinking back even more.

There’s a slight shift in his demeanor, and suddenly he seems more like a business man than before. He smiles, but there’s a slight tense feeling behind it. “You must be (Y/n).”

You nod your head “Ye-yes . It’s a p-pleasure to meet you, sir.”

He narrows his eyes, scrutinizing you. Is wife sits in the chair beside him, looking bored.  Jacque leanes back and folds his hands “I wish I could say we’ve heard so much about you, but I’m afraid my dear Winter hasn’t been telling so many stories about you. Why, I was shocked to even learn of your existence hardly a month ago. You must have busy as we never received a visit from you since then, or in the months prior where you decided it was proper to date my daughter.”

Your face heats up and you look down at your hands “M-m-my apologies, sir.”

This night is going to be hell.

Thankfully, the actual dinner started rather soon after the initial introductions. It was probably the best food you’d ever tasted, but you were so anxious you couldn’t bring yourself to enjoy it.

Weiss and Whitley offered a few points of conversation, Whitley more smoothly than his sister, who seemed a tad stand-offish but mainly reserved, as though she felt she had to be careful of everything she said. Mrs. Schnee hardly supplied her own thoughts on whatever was being discussed, and Winter had no trouble keeping up with the polite conversation. You, though, felt such a terrible nervousness constrict your chest. The air in this place was so cold, so polite to the point it was clear it was all a façade, it was unbearable.  Mr. Schnee seemed to see right through you, he had a cool, business persona wrapped around him and he constantly directed the conversation toward you. Earlier, you had feared he would largely ignore you for not coming from a rich background, but this probing and toying with your clear uncomfortableness was so much worse. He acted so polite the whole time, the perfect business man, but there was a malice under that persona.

Winter noticed how uncomfortable you were and reached over to squeeze and hold your hand under the table. You give her a grateful smile.

You flinch as Jacque clears his throat. “(Y/n), it would benefit you to pay attention when your host askes you a question, don’t you think?”

You avert your eyes and stutter an apology. You hear him sigh. “Honestly, Winter, how could you think someone like this was suited to being with someone with the name ‘Schnee’?”

There’s a new kind of tension on Winter’s shoulders, and it leaks off into the air. Weiss shrinks in her chair slightly, Whitley looks on in amusement, Mrs. Schnee takes a drink. “What was that, Father?”

Mr. Schnee leans forward in his chair and looks between the two of you. “You may have turned your back on this family and your title as heiress, but you still have a duty to your name. From what I’ve seen, this stuttering child is not fit for someone of your station. They can’t even look a potential father in law in the eyes as they speak. I don’t care if you keep going with this military nonsense, just don’t let this person embarrass our family name.”

Your grip on Winter’s hand goes slack and you feel tears burn your eyes. This was so much worse than you imagined it’d be. Of course he wouldn’t approve, how in his right mind could he let his daughter date someone so stupid, shy, and… and…

“The only people I take orders from nowadays are my commanding officers.” Winter tightens her hold on your hand as you’re about to pull away.

You blink in surprise, as does Jacque. “Excuse me?” He says.

“I thought I made this clear, I am no longer a child under your roof, I am an Atlas military special operative. I will not take any orders on how to live my life, not from you. I only brought (Y/n) here as a courtesy, but I see that was foolish of me. I’ve made my dearest uncomfortable unnecessarily.” She looks over at you. “I’m sorry.”

You can’t even find the words to say it’s okay. Her father is fuming, his eyes cold and glaring at you and Winter.

“How dare you say this to me in my own house. I won’t have this!” Jacques rage is so hot, it begins to melt his composed exterior.

“That’s understandable. I believe it’s about time for us to be leaving, anyway. Right, (Y/n)?” Winter stands, pulling you up with her.

“uh, ye-yeah. Thanks for the meal…” You manage to force out.

Winter looks at each of her family members in turn “Mother, Whitley, good bye. Weiss, I wish you luck in your training. Father,” She looks him in the eye. “Take care.”

Before you exit the dining room, Winter stops to look back at her father one last time “You know, the name Schnee has always sounded too harsh to me. I think (Y/l/n) has a lovely ring to it, all warm and pretty, perhaps I’ll take that someday. That way you wouldn’t have to worry about me tarnishing your pristine name.”

She leads you out of the manor, past Klein who holds the door open and gives you a warm, reassuring smile.

You mutely follow behind Winter to the car, trying to process what just happened. What Winter just did, what she said…

You barely register her say “I’m sorry for that.” She’s stopped, a hand on the car door. “I never should have brought you here.”

“N-no! It’s alright, really. I- I just, what you said…”

Winter laughs “If that bridge wasn’t burned already.” She looks at you “I don’t regret that part. I won’t let any one look down on you the way he was. He’s an idiot for not being able to see your worth.”

You blush and duck your chin. Winter laughs again, warmer this time, and places a hand on the back of your head to pull you closer and plant a soft kiss on your hair. She tilts your chin up to kiss you a second time on the lips “Come on, let’s go. It’s far too cold out tonight.”

the-darkness-holds-color  asked:

What's the thing you want the most out of the Doors of Stone

Quite a lot of things, to be frank! 

There might be some spoilers (so if your haven’t finished both books you should probably skip this post :’D) it’s gonna be a bit longish and hopefully not too annoying and incoherent to read lol. 

So here goes: 

I am dying to know what Kvothe did that was so utterly outrageous that got him finally expelled from the university. He has gotten himself into so many troubles during his time there that it seems nearly impossible for him to do anything worse that could get him expelled. Perhaps he killed Hemme.. hmm ( I kinda wish that! ),

I wanna know how Kvothe and Bast met. What were the circumstances and why Bast keeps following him. Also, I wanna know his agenda and if it’s benign. I’ve read some theories that Bast wants to use Kvothe for his power, but I’d like to believe that he’s merely wishing to see his “Reshi” back on his feet again. 

I wanna know more about the Chandrian! Why they get rid of anyone who dares to study them, and why they generally don’t want people to know of their existence. We pretty much know where they came from, but not what they’re trying to accomplish, if it’s anything at all. 

I guess we all want to know who Kvothe killed to grant him the title “The Kingkiller” lol (let it be Ambrose). 

I’m also kinda hoping that we get to see current Kvothe ( Kote) going back to his old self again. 

A few questions I could think of: 

Who the hell is master Ash?

How comes Denna always shows up when she’s least unexpected? The world of KKC is vast but she always miraculously appears? lol. She’s awfully mysterious and I hope we get her case solved in the last book. 

What the hell is behind the doors of stone?

Generally I am wondering if Pat will be able to wrap such a big world and story into 1 last book. It’s probably going to be long and detailed, or at least I hope so. Wishing that nothing will go unanswered in the end. 

Hmm well, that was kinda long. I guess I could ramble on for hours on end and I better stop now!

Thank you for the ask, buddy! 

Fairy Tail GO! Ch. 80

Rated T. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Summary: Lucy was having fun playing ‘Pokémon Go!’ when she accidentally put herself in harm’s way. Luckily a pink haired boy saved her just in the nick of time. A ‘thank you’ lunch helped spark a new friendship between them, but Lucy got more than she bargained for when she realized the boy she befriended had a complex past full of dark secrets. Fortunately for him, Lucy won’t be scared away so easily. Modern High School AU. Slight Angst/Drama/Fluff.

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81

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Chapter Eighty: Father’s Day

“Oh fuck,” Gray mumbled, catching Natsu’s attention. It wasn’t hard seeing as the lake was silent aside from the rustling trees and occasional bird chirping.

Natsu glanced over, leaning back in his camping chair to get comfortable. “What?” he asked, keeping his voice low so he wouldn’t disturb his dad. Igneel was convinced fish wouldn’t bite if they heard talking. Natsu didn’t know if it was true, but he never put in the effort to look it up to prove his dad wrong. Until he did, he would try keeping his volume low for his dad’s sake.

Gray handed Natsu his phone, letting him read the text he received from Juvia. As Natsu’s eyes skimmed the message, the corner of his lip started quirking up. He grinned when he passed the phone back, surprised but excited about the news. “Seriously?”

Gray nodded, looking just as amused. “Apparently.”

“What’s up?” Gajeel asked, glancing over his shoulder, his red eyes piercing as he looked at Natsu. He sat on top of a large rock in front of them, claiming he was tough enough to not need a chair.

“I guess Erza’s takin’ the girls to a self-defense class next weekend.”

Gajeel raised a brow as he tilted his head. “I don’t get it. Why do you got that stupid grin on your face then?”

Natsu’s smile dropped in an instant, replaced by a scowl. If it weren’t for his dad being nearby, he would’ve fired off at his cousin for being a dick. “I was just thinkin’ it was cool.” He dropped his eyes to the fishing pole in his hand, reeling in the line by a few inches to get his hook moving.

He muttered to himself, not caring if Gajeel heard him or not. “I just wish I could watch. I bet Lucy’d look awesome learnin’ how to fight.”

“Can you not go?” Jellal asked, causing Natsu to look past Gray to where he was sitting. Natsu was surprised Jellal even heard him. All morning he had been on his phone, the newly graduated man not interested in fishing despite his dad being present.

Natsu shook his head, but it was Gray who answered with a sigh. “I guess it’s a women’s only class. I’d wanna see that too. Juvia can get pretty frisky when she wants to be.”

Please say you’re not talking about in the bedroom,” Natsu groaned, not wanting to hear about his friends’ private time together. It was bad enough when Juvia brought it up in casual conversation without meaning too. He didn’t want to hear it from Gray on purpose.

“Of course not!” Gray yelled, causing four dads and a mom to turn their heads towards him, the men glaring at Gray for his outburst. He shrank down as he muttered an apology, sighing in relief when they looked back at the water.

Natsu moved on from the conversation, smiling to himself as he said, “I wonder if Luce would let me spar with her if she learns some moves?” Whether she did or didn’t, he hoped she had fun hanging out with the girls. However, he hoped she considered practicing with him. He loved fighting, even if he knew he wasn’t the best at it. That didn’t stop him from trying, wanting to get stronger.

‘If I get stronger, I’ll be better.’

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AN ~ for @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - Happy New Year!!

I know this wasn’t quite what you prompted, but thinking about something Daisy wouldn’t have got to do with her mother when she was younger got me thinking about the Slipping Through My Fingers scene from Mama Mia and one thing led to another and here we are! also shoutout to One Day at a Time from which I also drew some inspiration. Anyway, It was my pleasure to write for you and I hope you enjoy it :D

Relationships: platonic May & Daisy, with a healthy sider of romantic Skimmons
99% Shameless Fluff! Rated T for some mild coarse language from Daisy :P

Read on AO3 (~2700wd)

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Something Blue

“OW! Motherfucker!”

Daisy flinched, and went to slap the offending pin on instinct before realising that doing so would, of course, be counterintuitive. Coulson obediently raised the tray of pins again, with a sarcastic yet fond smile at May.

“They grow up so fast, don’t they?” he mused, not-entirely-faux wistfully.

“You know,” Jemma interrupted, piping up from the other side of the partition. “The pinning actually does work better when somebody else does it.”

“I must agree with your fiancée there.” With a bright, amused smile, their attendant swanned around from Jemma’s side to theirs. She went by the name of Li Na Wen, and as owner of this fine establishment, prized the fact that elegance was, literally, in her name. She hadn’t as yet failed to deliver, so Daisy tried not to sound too irritable when she insisted:

“I can do it myself.”

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Favourite Great Comet lines (No discernable order... at all)

No one asked for this…

- “nataaaasha NATAAASHA it is essential that I see Natasha hOW CAN I SEE HER”
- “hey balaga ho balaga hey hey ho balaga hey hey balaga the famous troika driver”
- “who’s that madMAN”
- “just as a duck is made to swim in water, God has made me as I am”
- “shot by a fool”
- “ah mon cher mon cher. Quelle pied et quelle regard. What a foot she has, a glance, a goddess”
- “I dont consider myself bound to answer questions put to me in that tone”
- “and my handsome lips mutter something tender to myself”
- “which as a man of honOUR I will not allow anyone to use!”
- “he moved with a swagger, which would have been ridiculous, had he not been so good looking”
- “no more unmarried heiresses, so plain, so boring” “and a little too dangerous eh?” “?”
- “Natalie Natalie Natalie I must love you or die NATALIE NATALIE NATALIE”
- “for PETERSBUUUUUUUUUURGH”
- “I hate you I hate you. you’re my enemy forever!”
- “I burst into sobs”
- “and I don’t know what deprives me of the pleasure of smashing your head in with this”
- “how wonderful to have you here, instead of these gossips and crybabies”
- “Marya Dmitryevna Ahkrosimova” “Countess Natalya Ilynichna Rostova”
- “Marya Dmitryevna Ahkrosimova” “Sofia Aleksandrovna Rostova”
- “WELCOME WELCOME TO MOSCOW”
- “Suuunday morning, TIME FOR CHURCH”
- “Dolokhov was in the Caucasus when he killed the Tsar’s brother, now all the Moscow ladies are mAD about him. Dolokhov the Assassin™”
- “Countess Hélène Bezukhova, the queen of society, beautiful - barely clothed”
- “yes Pierre that good man, a little sad, a little stout”
- “Natasha is young - and worthless and dumb”
- “What?! What? Don’t! Don’t!“ - “What?…WhAT?…WHAT?!” - “YOU WILL NOT NOT ENTER MY HOUSE, SCOUNDRELLLL!” - “Dolokhov’s coming round and we’re off to the club, will you come old man?” “I will come.” “Lend me 50 rubles.” - “Drink drink. Gonna drink tonight, gonna drink tonight, gonna drink, drink.”

It Matters // Oli White

Word Count- 821

Request-

How about an Oli imagine where he’s been secretly dating y/n for a while but now he’s properly in love with her, he wants to introduce her to Joe and she’s super nervous because she knows Joe’s opinion matters to Oli?

A/N-  this is so short im sorry. i also wrote this a while ago so if it’s crappy then sorry

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“Y/n, please.” Your boyfriend, Oli, begged yet again.

“Oli, I’m just not sure.”

He had been trying to get you to meet Joe for that past week and a half. But you weren’t ready. You knew how much Joe’s opinion meant to Oli, and your worst nightmare was to disappoint the older man. Oli was your entire world and you couldn’t lose him due to the fact that you couldn’t impress his friend.

“What’s got you so worried love?” he asked, reaching for you hand. “He doesn’t bite.”

“I just…” you sighed.

Oli rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb, signaling for you to continue.

“I know how much his opinion means to you,” you stared at the ground. “I just don’t want to lose you.”

He chuckled, “Joe’s opinion doesn’t mean anything to me. I couldn’t care less.”

You looked up at your boyfriend, “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not,” he smiles, putting a hand to your cheek.

“It matters and we both know it,” you whispered.

“How can I prove to you that I don’t care what he thinks,” he lifted your chin so you were forced to look at him.

You placed your hand on his, “Just promise me that I won’t lose you.”

“You couldn’t lose me if you tried,” he laughed, leaning down to kiss you.

~~

It had been a week since your conversation with Oli, and he hadn’t brought it up since. You felt bad, but you just couldn’t bear to think about losing him. Ever since he spilled his Jack and Coke on your brand new red dress, you two had instantly clicked. That very same night he persuaded you to go get coffee with him the next day so he could repay you for the accident. After the coffee shop you two took a walk in the park, and the rest is history.

“Hey Oli?” you ask as you lean against his office door.

“What’s up babe,” he smiles, taking out his headphones.

“Do you have plans tomorrow?” you question, causing him to fully spin around in his chair.

“I don’t believe so, what’s up?”

“Let’s go out to lunch with Joe,” you smile.

“What?” he stood up. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you laughed.

“Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?”

“Fine,” you waved him off. “If you don’t want to go, then we won’t go.”

“No! We’re going!”

~~

Tomorrow came faster than you thought. You stood in your shared bedroom, pacing back and forth.

“Ready, love?” Oli asked, throwing on a jacket. “Y/n! We need to leave in 10 minutes.”

You turned around, “I have nothing to wear!”

He exhaled, “He won’t care, please just get ready.”

“You choose,” you huffed in defeat as you sat on the edge of the bed.

“Fine,” he agreed, walking over to the open closet.

“Wear this… with this!” he threw you a cute sundress and a nice denim jacket.

“Shoes?”

“Oh, right!” he bent down to look at the selection. After a few moments of pondering, he handed you a pair of short, tan gladiator sandals.

“Now get ready!” he yelled as he made his way back to the living room.

~~

After you put on Oli’s outfit of choice, you two headed to the restaurant.

“Don’t be nervous, I’ll be right here the entire time.” he squeezed your hand as you two entered the cozy Italian restaurant.

“Hey mate, sorry we’re late.” Oli said, hugging Joe.

“No worries!” he smiled and looked at you. “You must be the lovely Y/n.”

“Hi,” you smiled, hugging the older man.

“So, how have you been Joe?” Oli started the conversation.

“Great! I had a photo shoot with Zoe yesterday, it was pretty cool.”

“For SuggLife?” you asked, but immediately regretted it.

What else would it be for, you dumbass?

“Yeah!” he said. “But I hate to bore you with my job, which you probably know plenty about. So, what’s the story behind the girl who captured by best mates heart.”

You chuckled, “Nothing special here.”

“Oh please! You know loads about me, time it switch it up.”

And so you did. You told him about your childhood, where you went to college, your summer trip to Barcelona and how your relationship with Oli had changed your life.

After a few more awkward moments, completely on your part, the conversation was smooth sailing. By the end of lunch, you had both of them laughing.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom before we leave,” you smiled, kissing Oli on the cheek as you stood up.

~~

As you and Oli parted ways with Joe, you smiled. “So what did he say about me?”

He grabbed your hand, swinging it back and forth. “He likes you and thinks that you’re perfect for me… not that I care.”

“Mhm sure you don’t,” you giggled.

“Okay, maybe just a little.”

“I knew it!“

Tale As Old As Time: A FinnRey AU

Chapter One

A/N: Okay, so I’m really nervous about posting this. This is my first fic written with two canon characters, and my first fic I’m posting publicly, so please be gentle! However, feedback would be much appreciated. This first chapter is a lot of exposition to get the plot rolling, but I promise chapter two will be much more interesting. It’s also very short, so sorry about that! Hopefully its enjoyable :)

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 794

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anonymous asked:

if you haven't already - first time fenris realizes he's in love with hawke. thanks!

Fenris watched him closely, after Leandra’s death. The tight tension strung between those broad shoulders was like a wire, brittle and razor-sharp and ready to snap, to shatter.

Hawke’s eyes darkened, after that day. He had always been a hard man, reluctant to smile, wary of joy, but there had still been a hopeful sliver of something more – some humor, some kindness, some light and hope behind it all – and when those eyes dimmed, Fenris feared for a moment it was gone for good.

But while grief filled him like a cup spilling over, Hawke the man had not changed.

Fenris knew how loss could corrupt a broken heart, but Hawke, in his grief, grew only kinder.

Fenris watched him. He saw how he took the responsibility of telling Gamlen and Carver himself, watched those big weary shoulders willingly carry blame he had never in his life deserved. At the funeral, he stood, stoic and silent – such a hard man, anyone would think, but those clenched fists trembled, and those kind eyes were dark, and wet, and sad, and anyone who did not see him for who he truly was must have been a very great fool.

Fenris let his feet carry him to Hawke’s side after Leandra’s remains were committed to the arms of the Maker. He did not know what he could say or what he could offer, but he could no more stay away than he could persuade his body to breathe water in the place of air.

“I do not know what to say, but I am here.”

He owed every good thing in his life to the man who sat beside him on the bed, but it wasn’t until he held his head in his lap and bore witness to the tears that would not be shared with anyone else did he realize how great a place in his heart Hawke filled.

It wasn’t learning that he loved Hawke that surprised him, but rather knowing, suddenly and clearly, that he had loved him so long, so quietly, and so deeply, that he couldn’t begin to fathom where it had even begun.

The night they had spent together, ill-fated as it had ultimately been, the words had spilled from Hawke’s lips like a cleansing rain. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” Those words had a different meaning, coming from Hawke’s mouth, spoken with Hawke’s voice, then they’d ever before held.

But Fenris knew he must have loved him even before that night.

A million smiles, casual touches, little moments so unintentionally intimate and monumentally important – it could have been anything that prompted the spark of love to grow.

They day they decided to call their attraction what it was and pursue one another in earnest – no, Fenris had loved him even before that day.

Could it have gone back so far as to have been there, even in the Deep Roads? Those long quiet nights spent sitting at each other’s side trading pointless stories and terrible jokes, surrounded by silence and the roll of the other’s voice – had Fenris possibly loved him, even then?

It was neither the time nor the place for such a revelation, even if Fenris still held the right to place the burden of a broken man’s love on the broad shoulders that were forced to carry so many other things.

A cruel irony that he should discover it now, after he had lost all hope of being to Hawke what they both so desperately wanted him to be. Hawke, with his big gentle hands and his shy boyish smiles – Hawke deserved so much more than the love of a broken, blood covered monster.

But it was all he had, tonight, and the best Fenris could manage to give.

“Stay,” Hawke asked, and his voice was rough, and raw, and Fenris could not deny him.

Not, at least, tonight.

{RP Starters} MST3K: Overdrawn At the Memory Bank (Long)

❝ Here are some more commandments I forgot! ❞  
❝ You know, my apathy is palpable at this point. ❞  
❝ I didn’t want to bungle or bobble the Fingal dopple! ❞
❝ I’M INTERFACED!  ❞  
❝ Hey look, a midget Rabbi cowboy! Giddy aye oy veh! ❞ 
❝ That was a very bad and confusing movie. ❞ 
❝ I have a communication for you. Bite me! ❞ 
❝ This is how much pure cocaine you’d need to enjoy this movie. ❞ 
❝ Draw… me some butter. ❞ 
❝ I seem to have died, is that a problem? ❞ 
❝ You must remember this, this movie really sucks. ❞ 
❝ I guess this movie was kinda like watching Casablanca… while having a small child use your groin as a punching bag. ❞
❝ I’m sorry these two didn’t end up together. ❞
❝ They did. ❞
❝ Oh, then I’m sorry about that. ❞
❝ Whoa, huge slam on anteaters out of nowhere! ❞
❝ Hey guys, see I though he was Puerto Rican… ❞
❝ I’ve only dabbled in dopples. ❞
❝ Electrons don’t dance, [Name]. They don’t make love. They’re Lutherans.    ❞  
❝ I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle. ❞
❝ Can’t lose you now. We never had a dance together. ❞
❝ Well, we never bought a muffler together either. What’s the point? ❞
❝ It’s because it’s fly soup, sir. ❞
❝ Is it Children of the Damned Day at the brain institute? ❞ 
❝ It’s okay, buddy, I can handle it. ❞ 
❝ And what is the ‘it’ which is to him 'up’ and which he can perhaps handle? ❞ 
❝ You know you want me, baby! ❞ 
❝ Uhm, that’s poison oak on your naughty bits, Ma'am. ❞ 
❝ I’m so bored. ❞ 
❝ Okay, which one of us said that? ❞ 
❝ Maybe out there I have to take it, but not in here. ❞ 
❝ I’m going to get a Glock and mow all these people down!  ❞ 
❝ Okay, let’s make this short. ❞ 
❝ Oh, why start now? ❞ 
❝ You know, with this digital technology the suckiness comes through with great clarity. ❞ 
❝ Surf music. Man, surf music makes anything good. ❞ 
❝ Pork delivery’s late! ❞ 
❝ So this is Public Television, huh? ❞ 
❝ All I Can Eat? The jokes on them?  ❞ 
❝ Dr. Who… the hell cares. ❞ 
❝ You must remember this, my liver has been pierced. ❞ 
❝ It’s Winston Churchill’s mobbed up brother Vito. ❞ 
❝ Come as you are. To my mall. To my atrium! ❞
❝ Oh, if only she spoke French… ❞    
❝ They must have a Jack in the Box in the food court! ❞   
❝ And now you find yourself in 82! ❞   
❝ Of all the public television stations in the world… ❞   
❝ You can’t always get what you want… ❞   
❝ Is it sexy? ❞   
❝ This cost me every credit I have? ❞   
❝ He looks drunk to me! ❞   
❝ I’m on medication, okay? ❞   
❝ Embassy Suites is having a free brunch! Woo! ❞   
❝ Everybody goes to The Place. You know, when they have to go… ❞   
❝ I’ll be a better zombie! ❞   
❝ If this one-handed exercise is all you can think of to do with your life… ❞   
❝ …you’re a very little man, and I’m very disappointed in you! ❞   
❝ It’s a good thing we don’t have to like each other, isn’t it? Because you’re definitely not my kind of [woman/man]! ❞   
❝ Well, slapping him seemed like a good start! ❞   
❝ Ah, you’ve been doing enough of that, mister! ❞   
❝ Invalid access. Quit or retry? ❞   
❝ I’m not making this up! ❞   
❝ I’m not cleaning it up either! ❞   
❝ To Wendy’s! ❞   
❝ I’m farting Monopoly cards! ❞   
❝ You kidding? We’ll have an electron sex party right now! ❞   

// bitter winter // •joshua x male reader•

song: bitter winter by san cisco

[soulmate au]

{requested by anon}

joshua looked down to his thigh to see stars, planets, galaxies and moons forming in black ballpoint pen. he smiled, picking up the blue sharpie on his desk to draw a few flowers before he was interrupted by his math teacher.
“mr hong, pay attention,” the teacher said, slamming his whiteboard marker on his desk and storming over to joshua.
“yes, sir,” he replied, quickly stashing the permanent marker in his pocket, sitting up straight (which he was not) and holding back a grimace. his teacher truly was an eyesore.
“what were you doing that was more important than this class, mr hong?” he asked the boy.
“literally anything is more important than this class, sir, no one uses quadratic equations in everyday life,” he replied with a smirk.
“detention, mr hong,” the teacher said, walking away.
“what? i just said-” joshua began.
“de. ten. tion,” his teacher interrupted.
“but i-”
“but nothing.”
joshua simply went back to drawing and by the end of the lesson he had drawn a garden on his forearm and a black rectangle was on his thumb, the words “contemplate life later” on the back of his hand, a cactus on his wrist and “save the arctic” on his upper arm. his soulmate truly was an interesting guy, wherever he was.

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y/n was bored in his drama class. sure drama games were fun, however, watching everyone else perform terribly was not fun and it would be more enjoyable watching grass grow.
on the topic of watching grass grow, he began to notice flowers and grass and a sun form on his left forearm in blue marker. he chuckled to himself, impressed with the artistry on his skin. he knew his soulmate must have been bored in class too, whoever and wherever they were. he looked to his right thigh. he quite liked the space scene he had drawn there, wondering if his soulmate liked it.
“y/n,” his teacher said sternly.
“huh? yes, sorry, i was zoning out again, sorry,” y/n replied hastily, rushing his words.
“that’s the third time this lesson young man. i’m sorry y/n, but you’ve got a detention at break,” she said. the class all stared. it was basically impossible to get in trouble in drama. it was arguably the easiest subject.
“okay. i need something to do anyway so indulging in my self hatred should occupy me,” y/n replied, going back to drawing on his arms.
“have fun?” his teacher replied.
“will do.”

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joshua huffed as he begrudgingly trudged to detention. he slung his bag on the back of his chair once he’d found a seat and sat back, admiring the artwork on his skin as drawn by his soulmate, wherever he was.
a boy with h/c coloured hair waltzed in, dropping his bag to the floor and sitting next to joshua.
“hey,” joshua said.
“hey, i’m y/n,” he said.
“joshua hong.”
they both sat in silence before joshua noticed a few stars and a ufo on y/n’s thigh that matched the ones on his perfectly.
“wait, show me your arms,” joshua said suddenly, sitting upright and turning to face y/n.
“uhhh, why?” he asked.
“because,” joshua said, pushing up his sleeves, showing the drawings on his skin. y/n gasped, showing his arms.
“now way,” the other boy said, trailing off. “holy shit. you’re my-”
“soulmate. yeah, it seems that way,” he replied.
“i never would’ve guessed it be you, you’re that quiet guy in my english class right?” y/n asked.
“yep. that’s me.”
“we’re soulmates?”
“apparently.”
“and we’re both very gay?”
“yes.”
“okay then, we don’t really know much about each other though,” y/n said.
“that’s not quite true. what do you think i’m like based on all the stuff that i’ve drawn on myself that’s appeared on you?” joshua replied.
“well, you’re creative, funny, cute, awkward probably, gay, smart, dedicated, really sweet and you really like flowers,” y/n replied, smiling to himself as joshua giggled. “seriously, you draw flowers a lot.”
“i’m not cute,” joshua said.
“yes you are, shut up,” y/n said.
“well, you’re sarcastic, not the most focused student, forgetful, funny, creative, gay, sweet, strange, adorable and smart,” joshua said.
“i’m not adorable, i’m a rat,” y/n replied.
“you’re adorable in every sense of the word,” joshua said.
“shush.”
“no.”
“fine.”
it was silent for a while, the teacher on duty was asleep the entire time so she didn’t really give a shit.
“so, what does this mean?” joshua asked. “the whole soulmate thing. like i knew i had one, but i never in wildest dreams expected to actually meet him, but here you are.”
“i guess it means whatever you want it to mean,” y/n.
“what do you want it to mean?”
“well firstly, i want it to mean that you move next to me in english. secondly, no idea.”
“i was thinking we could go out after school. we could just go get some food, maybe see a movie. i really want to go see fantastic beasts and where to find them,” joshua suggested.
“that sounds nice,” y/n replied. “do your parents know that you’re gay?”
“nope. they don’t need to know.”
“okay, i just want to make sure you’re safe, you’re my soulmate dude, i don’t want anything to happen to you,” y/n said.
“do your parents know?” joshua asked.
“yeah, they just let me do whatever. they don’t really give a shit about what i do,” y/n said.
“we can go to your place later then, yeah?” joshua asked.
“yeah.”