a new day in the old town

【Japan Official Fanclub Magazine Vol.5】BTS My Biography – Jimin’s part  

The middle school student who loves dancing became a member of BTS

My earliest memory is when I was 4 – 5 years old (nominal age) and we were moving to a new property nearby where we lived at the time. I held the rice cooker’s inner pot and helped my family to move. When I was a child, I loved to go outside to play with my hyungs and friends in the neighborhood every day. We often played football and hide & seek. Once I ran too far away and even ran to the nearby town (laughs).

In primary school, I loved to play with my friends. During the breaks, we often played football. Although I really liked drawing, I hated coloring. My future dreams changed constantly every day, I wanted to become a chef when I watched a cooking anime. When I watched ‘Galaxy Express 999’, I wanted to become the Galaxy Express’ driver, and I wanted to become a pirate when I watched ‘One Piece’.

I have a very good relationship with my young brothers, who’s 2 years younger. Sometimes, we play games together at home, or watch movies. I remember that we watched the anime ‘Dragon Balls’ and the movie ‘The Host’. We’re just like friends.

I got along with everyone in middle school. Although there’re 6 classes in my school, I pretty much knew everyone. I joined the football and table tennis clubs at school, I was happy every day back then.

I became interested in dancing during the 2nd grade of middle school. I used to go to practice punctually after school, and I started to attend a dance academy in 2010. I was also happy in the dance academy. Whenever I had time, I would go practice dance. I’ve also participated in big performances, but I was really nervous. Actually, even now sometimes I still get nervous when I stand on the stage.

A year before graduating from middle school, I started to think about attending an arts high school. I couldn’t even concentrate on studying when I was in the self-study room, I was worrying about “which high school should I attend? what do I want to do in the future…” While I was contemplating, I thought about having a job where I could stand on the stage. So, Busan Arts High school became my target. In dance majors, I wanted to learn dances that’s modern so I chose contemporary dance as my major. During high school, I spared no effort in dancing. At the time, my friends and I only knew dancing, we got together and practiced, messed around and then continued to practice. During high school, I also had to deal with the dance academy’s workload, but I worried about the tuition fees so I said: “I won’t attend the dance academy anymore.” However, the teacher said: “Jimin, you can attend even if you don’t pay.” The teacher took so much care of me, I wanted to repay the teacher so I practiced even harder. I learnt a lot under the guidance of the teacher. I’ve never thought about giving up dance, not even once.

During spring 2012, my middle school dance teacher contacted me so I auditioned and got accepted, then I decided to go to Seoul in May. The first member I met was Hobi hyung. Hyung welcomed me and said, “let’s work hard together!” Other members also came to talk to me, it just reminded me of the time when I arrived, I went to eat with everyone in the canteen. The happiest moment during the trainee life was when we eat and play together. I still have the amusement park ticket that we went together, I still carry that around in my wallet. It’s because it was the first time and first place that all of our members went together to play. So, it’s engraved on my memory. I’ve been carrying that ticket for about 5 years.

In Seoul, I got transferred to the same school as Taehyung. I was in Class 4 but Taehyung was in Class 2, the whole school knew Taehyung. Because Taehyung has a lot of friends so when he came to my class, he said to the students, “be nice to Jimin!” I’m really shy with strangers, but I gradually got close to my classmates thanks to Taehyung.

The most difficult part of the trainee life was the uncertainty of my future. I got anxious when I hear “you might get eliminated this time”, so I wanted to do my best with practicing. If I practiced until 3, 4am, I would sleep a bit and go practice singing at 6am for an hour and then go to school. This routine continued for about a year. At the time, I’ve never thought I could become a member of BTS, but I was chosen as a substitute member. The hyungs said: “we want to debut with Jimin”, and that became my strength. The feeling of wanting to debut with these hyungs grew stronger.

I was so excited when we debuted. The memories of when we had the showcase, we received a cake from our fans for the first time, after the showcase BTS members and staff members all cried, we went on music shows the next day, and Jin hyung cried. No matter how long it has been, I can’t forget those memories.

I don’t have anything new that I want to challenge in the future, I just want to challenge and see how far I can go with the things I’m doing now. I’m also diligently learning Japanese because I want to speak Japanese fluently!

V’s palm reading; Jimin; Suga; Rap MonsterJungkookJinJ-Hope
Q: What do you want to challenge yourself this summer?
BTS Ranking Q1 - 8
BTS Biography - V (Vol.3)BTS Biography - Suga (Vol.2)

Trans: KIMMYYANG (from Chinese - blinglingGI)

The 1948 abduction that inspired Vladimir Nabokov’s “Lolita”

Florence “Sally” Horner was 11 years old when she stole a 5 cent notebook in her town of Camden, New Jersey after some friends dared her to. A fifty year old man with the name of Frank La Salle caught her stealing and posed as a FBI agent, but he let her go. However, as Sally was leaving school the next day, La Salle instructed the child to convince her mother that he was the father of some school friends and he would take them to a seashore vacation. But in reality he was going to abduct her and said he was going to take her to Atlantic City. 

During the 2 year long journey across the United States, La Salle molested and raped her and said if she did not comply, he would turn her in for stealing. He sent her to school, where he claimed to be Sally’s father. After she confided in a friend who he was, she managed to escape and was finally able to call her sister from San Jose, California in March 1950, telling her, “Send the FBI!”

Frank La Salle was convicted to 30 to 35 years in prison under the Mann Act. Florence Horner died in a tragic car accident in New Jersey on August 18th, 1952. She was 15 years old.

away from the sun

soulmate au 

pairing: taehyung | reader
genre: fluff and soft angst
word count: 20.409
warnings: none
author’s note: this story involved a whole lot of research involving many topics (read on if you want to find out hehe). I tried to represent them in the best way I could, but there are probably a few inaccuracies, so I apologize in advance for that. anyway, this is just another long plot with a bit of cheese on the side. please enjoy :) 

Once every five years, when the June solstice arrives and graces the sky with the midnight sun, a comet dashes by.

It is more than just a blinking light that moves at an unhinged speed. According to what you’ve heard, it looks like it stills in the middle of the vastness of space, and its tail flickers and shimmies in long tendrils of vibrant colors full of meaning — a subtle force that speaks to the humans who look up to the stars and set their eyes on the glowing meteorite, unique but just as intense for every single gaze. It speaks of soulmates and fate, of heavy truths and indelible bonds.

Each person sees a different pool of colors. You’ve heard more than a thousand stories, of people who saw the colors of the fireplace and others who were seized by the soothing hues of woodland during dawn. You’ve read about colors that go from the red blush of a beach beneath the sunset to the ivory traces of a wintry hill covered in thick snow. The colors do not give them the name of their soulmates, but once they find their other half, they will see those rich tones reflected in their lover’s eyes.

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‪reputation + alcohol

‪🍹 But you can make me a drink

🍸 Whiskey on ice, sunset and vine‬

‪🍻 Drinking beer out of plastic cups‬

‪🍷 I’m spilling wine in the bathtub‬

‪🥂 We’re so drunk‬

‪🍾 Swimming in a champagne sea‬

‪🍺 Cleaning up bottles‬ on New Year’s Day

‪🍷 Drinking on a beach, with you all over me‬

🥂 You’re the toast of the town babe

🍸 I knew it from the first old fashioned we were cursed

tag yourself - pop punk bands edition
  • A Day To Remember: switches between loving and despising their home town at the drop of a hat
  • As It Is: constantly nostalgic. all of the time.
  • Brand New: disappears for a long time without a word, reappears again as if nothing happened.
  • Citizen: would rather die than do literally anything
  • Knuckle Puck: oversensitive, uses too many big words without being 100% sure what they mean
  • Moose Blood: likes Brand New, in love with the same apathetic person
  • Neck Deep: just can't get over this one girl, will actually fucking stab you if you insult their home town
  • New Found Glory: couldn't care less about you
  • Real Friends: chainsmokes like an old lady, bony knees
  • State Champs: the friend that just appeared one day and nobody knows where they actually came from, but they're accepted anyway
  • Taking Back Sunday: still haven't gotten over that feud from 17 years ago
  • The Story So Far: blames a specific person for ruining them
  • The Wonder Years: //really really// loves their friends
signs as dumb YA novel clichés

Aries: The Chosen One~ “This wasn’t how my life was supposed to go. When I turned 18, I wasn’t expecting to be thrust into the Underworld. I was gonna go to college, be a normal student and rush Sigma Phi Chiapet my sophomore year. But everything is different now. The prophecy has spoken and I’m going to go through a training montage and become really badass really quickly even though I was against being the chosen one in the first place but now I have a black belt after a month of punching bags of sand and now I’m ready to save the world. And guess what. At the end of the book…………. I save the world.”

Taurus: The “you don’t know you’re beautiful until a boy tells you so / not like the other girls” average looking protagonist~ “Hi. My name is Tookiewisp Flowerspark. I’ve got mousy brown hair and bright brown eyes. I’m tall and thin and I don’t have boobs yet. I love to wear my worn out high top converse and skinny jeans. Maybe if I wore a dress, boys my age would notice me. But to be honest, I’m just not into girly stuff like most other girls are. You could say I’m different.”

Gemini: Crush throughout the entire novel turns out to be an asshole~ “He’d never notice a girl like me. He doesn’t even know my name!’ *sudden makeover transformation where she takes her hair out of a ponytail and takes off her glasses* Boy: ‘Wow, Winteria Snow. I never realized how pretty you were until you put on makeup and put in some contacts. Will you be my girlfriend?’”

Cancer: Instant love~ “That’s when a saw her, walking down the street. She was coming my way. Her hair blew in the wind like a majestic mane of gold. The way she walked made my heart skip a beat. I started sweating and I couldn’t stop my heart from racing. I stared at her as she walked past and I tried to say hello, but my words came out in a jumble. She gave me a weird look and walked away. It was at that moment that I knew I had fallen in love and found my soulmate. Also, by the end of this book she falls in love with me even though I basically obsessively stalk her throughout the entire novel and have no redeeming qualities.”

Leo: The Queen Bee~ “That’s Brooke Richardsworth. She’s the coolest, most popular girl in school. She’s got long, straight blonde hair and wears pink skirts, pink cardigans and pink headbands. Those are her two slightly less attractive friends, Chelsea and Paige. Brooke is also dating my crush. We used to be friends, but ever since I accidentally spilled my chocolate milk on her back in the third grade, she’s done everything she can to make my life miserable.”

Virgo: Problematic parents~ “My parents recently got divorced, so now on the weekends I hang out with my dad, and during the week I hang out with my mom. It gets pretty tiring going back and forth after a while, but every other Saturday my dad (who is also a professor at a university) takes me camping and we roast hotdogs over a campfire which really makes up for it. Recently though, he’s been hanging around a new young blonde woman named Tamara Blake. He’s been spending all of his time with her. We haven’t even gone camping since they met!”

Libra: The improbable love triangle~ “What am I going to do? I have two boys who just got into a fight at school because they both are in love with me, average annoying weird superiority complex girl. On one hand, there’s Jackson- the brooding bad boy who wears leather jackets and rides motorcycles and treats me like garbage when he’s in a grumpy mood. Then on the other hand, there’s Theodore- the quiet sensitive one who reads books and drinks tea and I always catch him watching me from behind a bookshelf in the library! This is the hardest choice I’ve ever had to make in my life. I HAVE to choose one of them. But… who?”

Scorpio: The dystopian society~ “Hi, I’m Bland McBore. In our society, the rich and the poor are divided into two groups and all the rich people are evil and live in a city where there are floating vehicles and all the buildings are white marble and/or chrome, and all the poor people live in mud huts and have to eat bugs and also everything is a weird shade of gray to represent sadness or something. I am going to start a revolution and overthrow the government with the help of my two best friends and once we start to cause trouble with our rebellion, the leader who is probably an old white guy with a pointed beard will offer us riches that we originally fought against in the beginning but don’t worry we will heroically reject them and fight for equality and won’t stop until society is no longer divided. Also people will definitely die but it will all only be people we are conveniently close to. Me and my two best friends get to live until the very end because we move the plot forward.”

Sagittarius: Protagonist just moved to a new school~ “My dad got a new job so we had to move across the country. I’m really shy and quiet and dorky so I know that my first day is going to be horrible. The teacher will make me stand up at the front of the class and then I’ll cry because I’ll be thinking about my life in my old town. Then as I sit back down at my desk, the teacher will keep on teaching instead of addressing that one of her students is visibly upset and crying. Then, the boy behind me will tap on my shoulder and introduce himself- this boy will be the guy I keep as my friend until the end of the novel where, plot twist, he ends up being my perfect match all along.”

Capricorn: The Intellectual~ “My favorite past time is to go to this tree up on a hill where my mom is buried that is also conveniently in the middle of the woods but also within a short walking distance from my house. I go there and I just think. Not of a lot of kids from school do that these days. Everyone is so obsessed with the latest gossip or the latest trend that it seems like everyone forgot how to, well, think. Sometimes I wish I was like them. I wish I could turn off my brain and mindlessly walk around without a care in the world. But I can’t because I’m different and smarter than everyone else and I also like to read and I love the smell of old books and reading and did I mention that I also love to read.”

Aquarius: Really weird “quirky” names~ “Hi, I’m Ingridagelica Applewindbalmkettlefish and this is my story. I know, I know, my name is pretty strange. My parents picked it because they said that when I was born they knew I was going to grow up and do something really great and unique and they also said that it means “not like the other girls” when spoken in Latin.” 

Pisces: The “nice guy” guy friend who turns out to be The One all along~ “I just can’t believe my crush won’t notice me! Tell me Carter, what am I doing wrong?” “Nothing, Skylightquia. If it’s worth anything, I think you’re pretty…. uh, pretty awesome, I mean.” *Skylightquia sighs and looks up at the stars from the rooftop they got onto somefuckinghow* “The stars are really beautiful, aren’t they?” *Carter looks at her meaningfully* “Yeah they are”

anonymous asked:

The 2nd idea is: mc's co-worker, old friend, neighbour starts to spend too much time with mc. There is a very good reason for this, meeting are very innocent and ofc mc isn't cheating, but RFA+V+Saeran starts to feel jealous. Thank you again:)

We decided to go with the second idea! Thanks for sending them in^_^


  • You wanted to run a marathon in the next month
  • But Zen’s schedule was packed and you didn’t want to bother him
  • It came up in a casual conversation with your neighbor
  • Turns out he was running too, so you decided to be partners
  • You’re really open with it and tell him you’re going to the park to train
  • Zen was chill about it, knowing you have a girl squad you usually work out with
  • Then he comes home from work early one day and decides he’ll just meet you there and join you
  • He sees you running with your neighbor
  • You stop suddenly trying to catch your breath
  • Your neighbor pats you on the back and says encouraging words
  • Zen tenses
  • Why is some dude touching his bae’s back?
  • Walks up to you guys and asks what’s going on
  • When you explain that you’re both training for the marathon, he gives you the puppy eyes
  • “You’re training with someone other than me.”
  • You explain that he was busy and you didn’t want to bother him
  • Suddenly declares his schedule is now clear and his trainer wants him to jog more
  • New training buddy
  • Thankfully, your neighbor has been living next to Zen long enough, he’s not offended in the least


  • There was one particularly fickle party guest
  • He wanted to meet with you and discuss details several times throughout the week
  • These meetings go longer than you want them to
  • Whenever Yoosung tries to make plans, you always have to cancel because of meeting or because of exhaustion
  • One of these meetings happened to be at a coffee shop
  • Yoosung had stopped in between classes and saw you with the client
  • When he sees how tired you are, he grabs his own coffee and slips into the booth next to you
  • The client is taken aback but Yoosung just smiles and introduces himself as an RFA member
  • “I’m her assistant. You can email me from now on, okay?”
  • His voice is really taut, and you can tell he’s trying to hide it
  • When you guys are alone, he gets super pouty
  • “Why didn’t you tell me he was so young? He was practically flirting with you!”
  • “Yoosung…he just asked me for a pen.”
  • You ask if he wants a kiss for assurance
  • He doesn’t disagree


  • You had a busy week, so it was inevitable when you mixed orders
  • You went to apologize to the customer and realized it was an old friend
  • She was in a rush, so she asked if you wanted to catch up later
  • She had a really busy schedule and was only in town for a week
  • So, you tried to meet for an hour or so every day
  • Jaehee knows about it…and she hates to admit that she’s getting best friend jealous
  • But, she doesn’t want to bother you by admitting it
  • She gets really quiet that week
  • You knew something was up when she doesn’t ask about your meetings
  • Normally, she always asks about your day and what happened
  • When you two finally talk, you reassure her that she’s definitely your best friend
  • Although you do feel badly about brushing her off a little that week
  • You make up for it and plan a whole weekend to do things Jaehee likes


  • You ran into your old boss while running errands
  • He was opening a new business in the town and gave you an offer to work for him again
  • You weren’t averse to it, since he was a good boss and asked to discuss it more
  • He’s fine with it at first
  • But then you cancel dinner with him for a third night in a row because your boss is still trying to iron out things
  • Jumin decides to plan a dinner with clients as well so he can finish extra work
  • He didn’t realize he reserved a table at the same restaurant
  • As you’re leaving, he runs into you and your boss
  • He’s very professional and smiling
  • But you can’t help but notice he’s holding you closer
  • His hand is constantly on your back or around your shoulder as he talks to your boss
  • At home, you ask him if got a bit jealous
  • “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about….“


  • Your old college buddy recently moved into town
  • He’d been busy trying to settle into town and find furniture
  • So you offered to catsit for him
  • You told Seven about it, but he missed the “college buddy” part and thought you were cat-sitting for some old man
  • One day, he’s taking a drive around to clear his head
  • He passes by and it looks like you’re hugging some dude
  • You were really only handing the cat over to your friend, but it looked weird at an angle
  • He parks the car quickly and rushes over to you
  • Greets you guys and you introduce him to your friend
  • Suddenly, he swings an arm around your shoulder
  • You notice his comments becoming increasingly passive aggressive
  • You deter him and excuse you both
  • You attempt to tease him once you get in the car
  • “Seven, were you jealous?”
  • “Yeah, I was. That was a good looking cat. You might like it more than me.”


  • You were taking a relaxing walk in the park when a dog comes up to you
  • You figured it was lost and tried looking for the owner
  • Finally someone jogged over to you to claim it…turns out it was your high school buddy
  • He was running a dog shelter and one of them got loose when he was walking them
  • You’d been looking for a place to volunteer on weekends, so you ask if you can stop by
  • When you first tell Saeran, he’s like whatever
  • Doggos are cute
  • One day, you left your keys behind
  • He decides just to bring it to you instead of calling
  • When he gets there, he sees the guy is really friendly with you
  • He cuts through your conversation and abruptly hands you your keys
  • You thank him…but he doesn’t move
  • He just stands there for awhile, and then points out some cute dogs
  • Your friend asks if he wants to volunteer too
  • He looks your buddy right in the eye
  • “I might,” he deadpans
  • Your friend is scared but you can’t stop laughing


  • You were put on a new project at work which required overtime
  • Your co-worker said it would be faster if you partnered up
  • You agree, but you really didn’t like your coworker that much
  • You have to work late hours a lot
  • Your coworker was friendlier than you would like
  • And very lazy
  • Your building was closing so you suggest to move your work to a small cafe downtown
  • Your coworker agreed…not knowing it was right next to V’s studio
  • After a few more unwanted comments, you send V a text and ask him to stop by
  • He’s there in a flash
  • He stops by your table and introduces himself to your coworker
  • He turns to you, “Oh, I’m sorry, darling. There’s been a family emergency. I need to take you away. I’m sure your coworker is more than capable enough to finish all this off, right?”
  • You play along and escape there as quickly as possible
  • “So…about that family emergency…does take-out sound good?” 

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Bruises On Another (part eight)

Originally posted by nwetss

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, force, sexual inclinations, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Also, I tried to do some research on what really happens in parental abuse cases - I did my best but in no way did i get everything correct. So if somethings wrong please forgive me!

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

I will NO LONGER be adding anyone to the Tag’s List!

You could feel your entire body shaking and your vision hazy. Your palms were clammy and you clenched your fists tightly with distress. You practically squirmed in the uncomfortable chair you’d been sat in, and stared at the police office around with anxiety. Were you really doing this? Was this really the best thing for you? You were about to reveal the one thing you’d been told, beat, to keep a secret…

You couldn’t help but flinch every time the door opened, fearing it to be your father- but it never was. And instead you were left to sit in Hawkin’s police station anxiously, and debate over what you were really doing. Ever since this had begun, you’d kept it a secret- but everything seemed to be shifting and you didn’t know if it was for the better or for worse. Your father had a hold over you, a power that forced you to submit and the fact that you were breaking it, terrified you.

You glanced beside you at the figure of Steve, who was much more relaxed than you. You felt like you might pass out, and you’re sure your skin is a deathly pale shade. You thought maybe Steve was oblivious to your anxiety, but it wasn’t until you felt Steve set his hand upon your own did you seem to snap out of whatever stupor you’d been stuck on, and it was almost like the colour to the world around you returned as you gazed upon Steve’s dark brown eyes. His face fell with concern upon your jittery form, and he squeezed your hand; “Y/N?” It was almost like his voice was in the background, as if Steve wasn’t really sitting before you. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You didn’t know why - you couldn’t explain - but his voice was like a echo in the background.

“I can’t-” You started, but couldn’t find the words. Shaking your head, you stared rapidly around, finding many different faces looking upon you- but they weren’t really. You only imagined it. But in that moment it felt as if the entire police station was staring in your direction and they all had the eyes of your father. He would kill you- he was going to kill you… “I can’t do this.” You cried, moving to stand up and once you had, you begun making your way over to the exit.

“What?” Steve questioned in a whisper, rushing after you. He caught your wrist in the nick of time and quickly spun you around so you were facing him, but your eyes didn’t meet his own and instead your eyes flew from every direction in panic. Everywhere you looked you found your father’s eyes and your stomach dropped a little bit more each time. “He’s going to kill me.” You whispered, finally meeting Steve’s eyes- and Steve quickly noticed the wild, terrified look upon your own. “Steve, he’s going to kill me.”

Steve acting quickly, grabbing ahold of your face and you froze in fear, thinking it was your father in your hazed mind. But the hands were soft and the grip was much gentler than that of your father’s and you found Steve’s eyes instead of your father’s. At that moment, you were reminded of where you were. Despite the people around you, Steve pressed his forehead against yours so that you could only focus on him and whispered; “i’m not going to let him hurt you.”

You panted, as if you’d ran a marathon, but yet, felt yourself listening to Steve’s words.

“I won’t ever let him hurt you again.” Steve whispered, cradling you. “The chief will help. Y/N, listen to me.” Tugging gently, Steve leaned back and lowered so that he could meet your gaze head on. “If it’s get;s bad in there, we’ll leave- together. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

There was a pause of silence before you nodded; “okay.”

Steve smiled; “okay?”


There was a thud that echoed through the station and soon a new figure entered the room. You could only guess him as the chief, and you watched the man look around the space before his eyes zoned in on you and he sent a small, meaningless smile. “You Y/N?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, stepping away from Steve and nodding. The chief nodded himself and turned back around, “well i’m Hopper. Let’s go.” He pointed in the direction he’d come from and without another word started heading off, you glanced at Steve who nodded reassuringly and begun following Hopper, Steve right behind you. “Oh, he can’t come.” Hopper quickly cut in, referring to Steve.

Your eyes widened, and you looked at Steve in alarm, who in turn widened his eyes and glanced between you and the chief.

“Is he family?” Hopper asked and Steve shook his head; “then you can’t come.”

“No.” You spoke finally, your voice squeaking slightly. “No, he has to come.”


“He comes.” You demanded, grabbing ahold of Steve’s hand and looking defiantly Hopper’s way. He paused in response, obviously not really expecting the harshness behind your response and he glanced at Steve who shrugged. Though there was a hint of a smile upon Steve’s lips as he felt pride well within him. Sighing, Hopper nodded; “okay Harrington, looks like you’re coming.” 

It felt like an eternity as Hopper led you to his office, and with every step the weight on your shoulders grew heavier.

You sat in one of the chairs in front of Hopper’s desk, watching him step around and sit himself. Silence echoed as Hopper took his time getting ready and with a unimpressed expression, you watched him take a bite out of his apple before leaning against the top of his desk. The fear that had riddled you slowly dispersed as you felt annoyed. This was meant to be the chief who would help you? He didn’t look like he gave a damn.

“Okay, Y/N, what seems to be the problem?” Hopper asked with a smile but it meant nothing and only further annoyed you.

You hesitated answering, unsure how to word it- because if you were being honest you didn’t know what the problem was… or more how to describe it. This was so much more than a simple problem and even you knew that. You couldn’t describe in words how you felt, and it seemed Steve noticed as he let his hand fall against yours in moral support.

But it seemed your hesitancy only further annoyed Hopper and sighing, he leaned against his chair. “Listen Y/N, if you’re not going to tell me-”

“My father physically and mentally abuses me.” You interrupted the chief, glancing up from your lap to meet his eye. Your annoyance with his disregard had become too much and what better way to say what was wrong that just saying it? You watched his eyes fall, and he almost looked questioningly at you and Steve before a serious expression fell over Hopper’s face.


“Two years, I think it’s been?” You questioned lightly, a bout of confidence growing from seemingly nowhere. “My father had me and him move to Hawkin’s so he could isolate himself, and the friends my family had made in my old town would stop asking him questions on why I had new bruises every day. I’m expected to come home by four thirty every day and make him dinner before five, if I don’t I am beat until I fall unconscious. I am not allowed to leave the house after school and whatever he does to me, I have to accept. I cannot question him or disobey him, or I will be beat.” You explained, your voice emotionless. You never knew how good it’d feel to say it- to say everything your father inflicted on you.

Hopper paused again, before pulling out a file and a pen and turned back to you. As air of seriousness fell over the room, and you finally felt like you had power over your next decisions - it felt nice. “Can you show me the bruises?” You nodded in response, meeting Steve’s gaze for a moment before standing up. You pulled off the jacket Steve had leant you, extending your arm so that Hopper could see the marks bruising them. Then you raised your shirt slightly, showing both the fresh and old marks that littered your stomach. They were purple, blue and black and some looked even a little infected.

You watched both Steve and Hopper’s faces grimace before you sat back down.

You let out a heavy breath, the weight suddenly lifted off your shoulders.

“What’s your father’s name, Y/N?”

After hours of sitting in that office with Hopper, you finally found yourself free and in Steve’s car. You couldn’t quite describe the feelings that you felt, and you weren’t exactly sure what would happen after this day. But there was a weight off your shoulders and felt almost as if you were free, like the prison you’d been trapped in for so long- the door had finally opened.

Your father couldn’t touch you- not now at least. Hopper had reassured you that over the course of the next seventy-two hours he wouldn’t be able to reach you and that you were under protective custody. There would be a court meeting two days from now and Hopper hoped that if all went well, any legal rights your father had over you would be terminated. And in a month, when you were eighteen you could find your own place and your father would never be able to touch you.

It felt like for once things were finally going right.

“Y/N?” Steve questioned softly and you turned to meet his eyes- there was a new air about you. One Steve couldn’t quite read, but one thing he knew was he preferred it and as long as everything went well, Steve hoped you’d finally be able to live your life. 

It would take a long time before you recovered, you’d been abused for two years or more and that kind of trauma doesn’t just disappear. Steve knew that. But finally getting the justice you deserved seemed to bring about a atmosphere about you, and Stan liked the smile that had reached your lips when Hopper said your father couldn’t hurt you anymore. And Steve knew, if you let him, he’d stay by your side as you got better.

“Thank you.” You smiled at Steve, the same genuine smile he’d seen earlier that day in the hallway. It never failed to blow him away, and he found himself mesmerized by the new glow in your eyes. Whenever Steve had seen you, it was almost like you had a cloud over yourself- one that couldn’t be removed and your eyes had been void of any life. But now, even something as small as finally admitting to what your father had put you through, seemed to brighten your eyes.

Your eyes were beautiful.

Steve nodded and in the moment, he reached his hand out to cup your cheek. He was happy for you, of course he was. And Steve was glad that he was the one able to help you out of the hole you’d dug yourself in- he was happy that he was the one to bring you back to life. It felt right, and though every moment Steve had spent with you had been anything but happy- being with you felt right. But there was still a question that plagued his mind; “what happened?”

The questioned confused you, and in response you tilted your head to the left. “You said two years ago, the abuse had started…” Steve clarified and your face fell with realization- oh… “Why?” You didn’t respond right away, instead you hesitated. You’d made a solemn vow that you’d never speak of that day, it was just too painful. And unconsciously your hand fell to your neck where that necklace had once resided and felt your stomach drop when you remembered that it was no longer there.  “You don’t have to-”

“No.” You interrupted Steve, smiling gently. “No i’ll tell you.” Taking a deep breath, you reached up to grab the hand Steve cradled your face with and brought it to your lap. You’d never wanted to speak of that day again, but you trusted Steve- and it almost felt as if he should know. “My mom, two years ago… she died in a car accident.”

Steve’s face fell and concern filled his gaze; “Y/N…”

You shook your head. “We were suppose to go see a movie together, one that i’d begged her to take me to and we never made it… My father blames me, because I was the one to convince us to go and because of that he hates me.” You paused, unsure how to say the next words- you’d always thought it but you’d never had to say it aloud. Saying it only made the guilt stronger. “And he’s right- mom would’ve never gone if it wasn’t for me. I-I killed her.”

Steve didn’t know what to say- there was nothing he could say. What you said was not true, even if Steve hadn’t been there that day it wasn’t your fault that someone had hit you guys. There’s was no way you ever could’ve known something like that would’ve happened. So instead of saying anything, Steve just leaned forward, using his other hand to now cup your face and brought his lips against your own. You froze at first, images of everything with Billy flashing through your mind but then you remembered this was Steve and Steve would never hurt you.

It was so sudden and it took you a moment, but you never regretted kissing him back that day.

So you kissed him, leaning awkwardly over your car seat to wrap your arms around his neck. His lips were warm and there was a feeling of safety that ran through you as you kissed Steve. You’d never felt such a gentle intimate act before. Any time a man had touched you, it’d always been to hurt you but Steve had never laid a rough hand on you. You weren’t sure what you were feeling and it seemed so quick but there was just this feeling that welled within you when you were around Steve and it’d been there since you first saw him that day in English class.

You pulled back, panting and met those same brown eyes that were so different from those of your fathers. You smiled and Steve mimicked your actions, using his thumb to rub down your cheek. You were inches apart and could practically feel his breath on your own, but you didn’t care- being this close to Steve felt right. 

“You didn’t kill anybody.” Steve whispered and though you didn’t respond, you trusted Steve’s words.

And as you stared into his eyes, and the feeling of his lips radiated on your own, you realized something.

You’d fallen in love with Steve Harrington.

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Archie Andrews Soulmate!AU


Request: aa can you do a soulmate au with archie wherein all you see is black and white until you touch your soulmate? like he bumps into you in the hallway or something and color just blooms before your eyes?? i dunno of that makes sense or not but your writing it great!! <3

Summary: (a Soulmate!AU) [In a black and white world where you find your soulmate when you touch for the first time. After your skin touches theirs, the two people can see each other in color, later on expanding into seeing the whole world in color.] Y/n has just moved to Riverdale and is starting her first day at Riverdale High. Will today be the day where she’ll find the one she’s been looking for?

Word Count: 1804

a/n: First of all lmao the summary I just wrote for this was so cheesy I apologize. I had fun writing this so I hope you have fun reading it but if not sorry I suck. I’m posting it without editing it so if you see any mistakes I promise I’ll fix them tomorrow I’m just currently being lazy. Don’t forget to request!


You heard it happened to another girl from your old school last week. She’d been visiting family in another town when it happened. You heard it happened like some sort of rom-com. Apparently, she’d dropped her wallet and he’d tapped on her shoulder to return it to her. She turned and saw him, like actually saw him, in color. You’d heard it a billion times. When you touch the right person for the first time, you finally start to see in color. At first, it’s just them you see in color, everything else stays black and white, but after a while you can see everything. Something in you goes right with something in them and the rest is history.

It was hard to even conceptualize. You’d lived your whole life seeing black and white, what did it even mean to see in color. They compared it to The Wizard of Oz, like seeing in Technicolor. Before you touch them is like Dorothy in Kansas, but after was like when she went over the rainbow to Munchkinland. People who could see it had tried to explain it to you many times before, but they always ended up saying it was impossible to explain to someone who couldn’t see it; you’d see one day. But what if you didn’t? There were people who lived their whole lives and dies still seeing black and white. Maybe you would be one of those people.

You felt stupid even thinking about it. You were only in high school after all. There were people who didn’t see their person until they were 30, people who didn’t see their person until they were 60! Why were you so anxious?

You knew you didn’t need another person to survive or anything, you could take care of yourself. It’s just the thought of spending your whole life by yourself sounded pretty unappetizing. Even though so many people hadn’t found their person yet you couldn’t help the feeling like you were late. You knew a couple that had seen each other since second grade. You were patient, but you just wanted to know what you were missing.

Your first day at a new school. You’d moved into your new house in Riverdale a couple days ago, and it seemed like a nice town. All the people you’d met seemed welcoming enough and your room was bigger than in your old house. You hadn’t moved here to find your person or anything, your mom’s job had a great opportunity here for her, but you thought maybe this would be that place where it would happen. You didn’t want to get your hopes up… but what if?

You pulled up into a spot on the far side of the parking lot at Riverdale High. You took a deep breath before ripping the band-aid off and opening the car door, making you way toward the entrance. Various other students were laughing and talking with their friends. To say you were nervous would be to say that Mount Everest was a bit of a hike: a huge understatement. It was the first day back from summer, but you’d never been the new kid before. You didn’t know a soul.

You’d been to the office once before over the weekend to register for classes so you found your way there relatively easily once you got inside. You walked into the bustling office and tried to avoid getting hit by a receptionist who at that speed could have easily passed for a linebacker. You hesitantly approached a woman behind a desk who looked busy, but at least noticeably less busy than everyone else. She was typing up something with a level of ferocity that had to be breaking some sort of record. You waited uncomfortably for her to finish what she was doing and notice you standing in front of her. Was she going to finish?

After half a minute and a few final loud smacks on her keyboard, she pushed up her glasses and looked up at you with a weary but genuine smile. “Can I help you with something, honey?”

“Oh, yeah,” you said fumbling through the front pocket of your backpack for the right paper. “Here it is.” You slid the paper to her with your name and information they had given you when you’d registered. “I’m new.”

Her eyes scanned the paper and she turned to grab something from behind the desk. She turned back to you and passed a piece of paper to you. “So, this is your schedule. The school is a bit of a maze so let me see if I can find someone…” She looked around the office and her eyes landed on someone. “Aha!” You followed her line of sight and saw a boy with his arms full of books walking toward the door. You strained your neck to see his face but he was turned away.  “Mr. Andrews?!” The boy stopped in his tracks and swiveled around in search for the source of his name. Whoa. The receptionist waved him over and he made his way over to you.

You had tried your whole life not to think about the boys you met too much so you wouldn’t get too attached to them only for them to see someone else. But boy, oh boy, he was kind of a babe.

“Mr. Andrews, she doesn’t know her way around the school yet; Could you show her to her to her first class?”

He glanced quickly at you then back to the receptionist, “Oh, yeah. No problem!”

You smiled graciously at the receptionist and she turned back to her work.

“So we’re going to…” He looked over the schedule and mumbled to himself. “Ah, cool.” He looked up at you and smiled. “That’s not far at all.” You could feel your heart flutter. He started walking down the hall way and you stayed by his side, a couple inches away. “I would shake your hand but I don’t really have a free one at the moment,” he said nodding down to the comically large pile of books he was carrying. “I’m not trying to be rude, I promise.”

“No, don’t even worry about it.” You replied. Secretly though, you were kind of upset you couldn’t shake his hand. You wanted to touch him for a second, just to rule him out as your person. Now you were going to be thinking about him all day.

“So, are you a freshman? Or just new?” he asked while maneuvering through the populated hallway.

“Just new. My mom got a promotion so we moved to Riverdale last week. I’m actually a sophomore.” You explained. You had a feeling you would have to be telling this story pretty frequently in the near future.

“Oh, hey, cool! I’m a sophomore too! Maybe we’ll have classed together and stuff.” He said with a hint of excitement. You didn’t even know why you were getting your hopes up. For all you know he had already seen his person.

“I hope so. So far you’re the only person I’ve met at this school. It would be nice to have a familiar face in a class or two.” You tried to keep the sound of desperation in your voice to a minimum.

He stopped in front of a classroom on the right side of the hallway, “Well, here we are.”

You didn’t want to leave yet, but you knew you had to. “Thank you so much for helping me out, by the way.

He smiled and turned to face you, backing away in the opposite direction “Yeah, maybe I’ll see you around later?” It only hit you then that you didn’t know his first name. And he didn’t know your name either. You opened your mouth to speak, some guy rammed into him, knocking down all his books and making him fall right onto you.

The guy looked at the pile up he’d caused, “Oh, sorry dude,” and walked away.

“I’m so sorry,” he said lifting himself off you and turning to pick up his books without looking at you.

You looked down at your backpack and fixed everything that was misplaced. “It wasn’t your fault,” you comforted without looking up. “It was that stupid guy, he came out of nowhere.”

It was then that you looked up at him, and it happened. You could see him. You, quite literally, could not believe your eyes. You could see the way he really looked, with all the colors that belonged to him. He looked even more beautiful that you had thought. His hair was bright – you didn’t know what everyone else’s hair looked like, or what color to call his, but you knew it was special. You could see the blush in his cheeks as he fumbled with his books, you hadn’t known what blushing really looked like. You could see him, and for now, only him.

He still hadn’t looked up from the books. An overwhelming feeling of fear washed over you. What if he didn’t see you in color back? That happened sometimes. What if it happened to you? You looked at him and you wanted to say something, to ask him, but nothing could come out.

“Hey,” he said, “I just realized that I never got to ask you–” He glanced up and you and back down before he knew what he had seen. He froze, calculating in his head. He slowly turned his head up to face you. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at you and for a while, you just looked back.

You broke the silence, “Can, can you see me? In color?”

He nodded his head yes but remained silent. You could see his eyes scanning all over you, looking like it was the first time he had his eyes, because it kind of was.

With wide eyes he darted his to yours, realizing, “What did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t,” you laughed lightly.

“Well can you? Please?” He laughed back.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Y/n,” he said more to himself than to you, like he was feeling how it felt on him. “I’m Archie.”

“It’s a real pleasure to meet you Archie.”

“So… we’re…?”

“I guess so,” You were in as much shock as he was. This was definitely not how you had expected your first day at Riverdale High to start, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

“Do you want to get out of here? We can talk and stuff,” he asked standing up.

“There is nothing more I want in the world.” You reached out your hand and he pulled you up. You walked right out the school and onto the street abandoning all the papers and books. You had more important things to do. You were finally seeing in Technicolor.


The Time Capsule Challenge

I want to start a new tradition/challenge with “Animal Crossing: New Leaf”: a time capsule challenge. 

Mitzi asked me to go find her time capsule last night, and it occurred to me that I have been missing some great time capsule opportunities for myself. 

That’s what I encourage you all to do now, too! 

The rules are easy to follow, and you can do this however you’d like. There’s more than one way to recreate the memories. 

  1. Find an item that brings back memories or that you cherish a lot. 
  2. Wrap the gift in wrapping paper. 
  3. Go to a remote place in town - that also won’t be disrupted by possible villagers moving in (like the beach), or maybe even the island instead - and bury the wrapped gift. 
  4. Write your future self a letter with either a kind message, an inspirational quote, or really whatever you’d like. 
  5. Ask Pelly or Phyllis to set it for a specific date in the future. 
  6. Add that date to your calendar app, daily planner or wherever you keep your future events visible. 
  7. When it’s time to find your capsule and open your letter, post pictures about it! (I feel like using the tag “ac time capsule challenge” in your post would be awesome.)

There isn’t a “right” or “wrong” to the amount of time you give for a capsule, same as there isn’t a right or wrong way to even do this. I set mine for 2 months for this first time capsule. Perhaps you’d rather wait a year? It’s up to you! 

I hope you’ll join this challenge. It could be really fun.

With the reappearance of an old, best friend to my town, it’s brought back a lot of memories. So I’ve written myself a special message, with words of encouragement, and wrapped and buried an item that reminds me of the old days. 

~ I can’t wait to see it again in May. ~


What does it mean to lose your land, your language, and your heritage?

For Alaska Natives, these are existential threats.

On a trip to Southeast Alaska, I traveled to one village that is finding new ways to survive: Klukwan, ancestral home of the Tlingit tribe.

Nestled along the banks of the Chilkat River, Klukwan is quiet and tiny, home to about 90 people.

The Haines Highway runs through town, but on the day we visited, you could walk right down the middle of the two-lane road without worry of passing cars.

On a tour of the village, we pass by small homes and trailers: some abandoned, some with rusted old trucks out front, sinking into the soil.

“It’s a struggle,” says tribal president Kimberley Strong. “You see the buildings, some of ‘em are falling down and dilapidated. But we’re working at it. We’re working very hard at trying to keep the village alive.”

By doing that, they’re also trying to preserve the heritage of the Tlingit people, who have lived in Southeast Alaska for thousands of years.

Looking to the future, the tribe has great hopes for the new Jilkaat Kwaan Cultural Heritage Center, a soaring, light-filled space that opened in Klukwan last spring. It’s an $8 million investment in the tribe’s future, funded through grants, as well as state and federal money.

A Native Village In Alaska Where The Past Is Key To The Future

Photos: Elissa Nadworny/NPR

nytimes Thousands of people gathered on the @uva campus in #Charlottesville last night in the glow of candlelight, striking a peaceful contrast to the torches wielded by white supremacists on Friday. The vigil was largely organized by word of mouth, and its leaders strove to keep the plans off social media. The result: a warm gathering that provided some small measure of relief to a college town left in turmoil by the weekend’s events. The marchers — many of them college students — retraced the steps of Friday’s march. But instead of torches and racist chants, they carried candles and sang songs of peace. A student read Maya Angelou’s “Still I Rise,” and the group concluded by singing “Amazing Grace” and the “The Good Old Song,” the university’s traditional alma mater. The vigil capped off a quiet day of community grieving in Charlottesville, coming hours after a memorial for #HeatherHeyer, the woman who was killed on Saturday. 

here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of june. I recommend that you read these great fics in july, if you haven’t already!!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)

1. Your Mess Is Mine (176k)**

Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that’s what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that’s left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.

They fall in love.

2. If I Had Three Wishes (They’d All Be For You) (66k)*

When Harry Styles sets off for Provincetown, MA from his tiny hometown of Kerkhoven, MN, he’s facing an uncertain future. He’s always planned to leave, just…not like this. When he meets a gorgeous cabaret performer on his first night in P-town, little does he know how his life is about to change, or how much he has yet to learn. When they become more than just friends, Louis makes it clear he’s not looking for anything serious, but at least, Harry consoles himself, they’ll always be friends. Over one extraordinary summer, Harry learns to navigate life on his own through a journey of self-discovery and sexual awakening. But when Harry’s past tragically reappears in his life, will his friendship with Louis be able to hold on?

3. Do Not Go Gentle (70k)*

When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn’t expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?

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mixed signals/ sweet pea

Originally posted by riverdalesource

note: for those who are confused as to why I’m writing an imagine about a different fandom - I decided that from now on, I’m not only going to be writing about BTS on this blog but other’s as well :))

summary: sweet pea is giving you mixed signals about your friendship

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: strong language, kissing, making out

you meet him at a party a long time ago, he was standing outside smoking a cigarette, puffing the smoke out in the most sexiest way possible. his snake tattoo that he had on his perfectly exposed neck was a sign that he was one of the serpents - you were one of them too.

you moved to riverdale a few days ago after finding out your parents kept hiding that you were a serpent. it was suppose to keep you safe and they didn’t want you living there but when you were living back in your old town, you could sense that you didn’t belong there. everyone was wearing the most fashionable clothes, driving their expensive cars but you were the total opposite - wearing dark clothes only. 

however it was still hard adjusting to this new life you had. you don’t know anybody so naturally you wanted to make some new friends. either way your parents told you that the serpents will accept you no matter what but you can’t just show up at their table and be ‘hey I’m one of you too’, it just seemed a bit weird plus you still have to officially become one of them. this party that you were attending was the perfect place to make some new friends or better yet to be apart of the group you knew you belonged to all your life.

but back to how you meet sweet pea.

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I Will Take Care of You

|||Anon asked: Can i request a xiumin exo wolf mate au?? Like a cute and fluffy one maybe?|||

Kim Minseok (Xiumin) x Reader

Genre: Wolf AU

Word count: 976

Originally posted by drawien

You just moved but already didn’t like this place. Your father was a novelist and so you had to move whenever he finished his book as there was no more inspiration after that. He wanted to work somewhere quiet and calm and because of that each new place was more secluded than the last one. This time it was a town of 4000 residents. It was a cloudy day as you made your way to yet another new school. Due to your constant moving you gave up on making new friends so didn’t expect much out of this day. The first thing you had to do today was find the library. The smaller the town the less people will be there and so you can be alone and spend some time with yourself without anybody bothering you. You loved reading and you could thank your father for that. You took an old looking book from one of the shelves. Surprisingly it was a book about this town. Might as well get to know where you’re going to be living for the next year or so. You weren’t even 30 minutes in when you heard footsteps.

“Hello gorgeous” a man said and before you could react took your hand pecked it.


“Haven’t seen you before, you’re new?”

“Actually yes I’m” you said quickly taking your hand out of his. “And who might you be? I’m not used to people just coming up out of nowhere and trying to start a conversation.”

“Why not? I saw you through the window and you looked incredibly cute, so I couldn’t resist talking to you.” he said smiling and you could feel how your cheeks started to burn.

“What’s up with him, he’s totally weird.” you thought but in reality you found him very handsome. He had dark purple and black hair and was wearing a white shirt with leather jacket on. You followed your gaze up to his face and unexpectedly made eye contact with him so you had to quickly avert your eyes to which he smiled. Great. You don’t even know him and he’s not even doing anything but he’s already making you blush.

“Name’s is Minseok by the way.”

“I’m sorry but I have to go.”

“Already but I just got here.” he pouted but you were already standing up and turning around to leave.

“Hey!” he shouted after you.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Will you be here tomorrow?”

“I might, why?”

“Oh nothing.” he said and you noticed how the pout was turning into a smile again. “I just thought I should look after you.”

You didn’t expect him to say that so you quickly turned around and headed out of the building. You were all red from his words and couldn’t let him see you like this. But you also couldn’t stop thinking about him on your way home.

“I’m back.” you said.

“Oh, welcome home” your father replied. “Sweety, could you do something for me? I just got this wonderful idea for a story but really need some photos for reference.”

“Now? It’s getting dark.”

“Please, I know you love doing this, help out your old man” your father said handing you the camera.

“Fine.” you said putting your more comfortable boots on. “I won’t take long.”

Your father was right, even though you didn’t live moving from one place to the other, the only thing you enjoyed about it was the nature. The forest started just across the street. You wondered what kind of story your father came up with now. As you were thinking and taking photos you didn’t even notice how now you were somewhere in the middle of the forest.

“Okay.” you thought. “Don’t panic. You can find your way back.”

With that you hear a branch snap and quickly turned in the direction of the sound. No way. There was a grey wolf there. How come? You never knew there were wolves in this area. The animal didn’t look happy. Were you in his territory? You tried remembering what to do in situations like this. Do you keep eye contact? Do you pretend that you’re dead? The wolf started approaching you growling, you took a few steps back when you hit a tree.

“That’s it.” you thought. “This is how I die.”

When suddenly out of nowhere another wolf appeared. The newcomer started growling at the other and he stopped in his tracks. They stood still just looking at each other for what seemed like ages when the grey one decided to take off. By now your legs gave up on you and you just slumped by the tree. Were you saved just now? But it was not over. Now the newcomer was drawing near you. You couldn’t have a good look at him as it was dusk and his fur was black. The only thing you could see clearly was his golden eyes. The wolf stopped right in front of you and sat down. You were now both staring at each other.

“Is this one friendly?” you thought, not sure if you could pet him. The wolf tilted his head as if inviting and you put your hand on his back. The fur was soft and warm and now you just wanted to hug him. And so you did. You had nothing to lose anyways, so you threw or arms around his neck and snuggled in it. Then the realization of what just happened and that you almost died just now hit you hard and you started crying. Before you knew it you were in someone else’s embrace. You felt strong hand wrap around your waist as a chin was put on top of your head.

“There there.” he said stroking you hair. You looked up and saw Minseok.

“I said I will look after you.”

A/N: I hope this satisfies the lovely anon who requested, I tried making this as fluffy as possible but idk 😃 Anyhow, I would love to write more kpop reactions, scenarios and stuff like that. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female, so if you have any ideas feel free to request!!

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The following are tidbits and facts about the Caretaker AU, listed by chapters. Many of these have already been addressed in asks, but with so many posts, it can be hard to search through. This trivia compilation is here to help those looking for answers. Please read this before sending asks! Be sure to read the Characters page as well!


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Speaking of wtnv director’s notes! The notes came in my email yesterday and they have some important info for people who were wondering how the story will play out from here after the fifth anniversary episode events. I don’t do this usually but I will post them here just for you to read and take in.

(NOTE: As always, Director’s Notes contain spoilers)
We are entering Night Vale’s sixth year. So it seemed as good a time as any to look back to the start and see how much has changed.

I wrote the first lines of what would be Night Vale in March of 2012, when I was 25 years old. My father had died about six months earlier, and then about five months later I had been fired from an office job I truly hated. My girlfriend had just moved into my tiny, badly maintained apartment on Bedford Avenue in Brooklyn. Parts of the ceiling regularly bulged out toward us. A strange black ooze dripped down the heating pipes. There was a rat who lived in the backyard who was the biggest rat either of us had ever seen. We called him Todd, King of Rats.

In this deeply transitory part of my life, and in grief over my father, I started writing little paragraphs about a strange desert town where every conspiracy theory is true. Night Vale has existed in some form or other in my head since I was 12 or 13. The idea shifted depending on my interests and what I was reading at the time, but it was always a mystical place in the desert, where conspiracy theories where commonplace, and where the transcendental parts of existence lurked constantly under the day to day.

I am writing to you now at 31 years old. I live in the woods, a long drive from New York City. Night Vale has been my full time job for four years now, although it has been such a packed four years that it feels more like ten. Jeffrey and I are New York Times Best Selling Authors, the kind of ultimately meaningless phrase that still, when you first hear it, makes you realize you have just added something to your obituary. The little group of folks that started out working on a weird podcast for fun have taken a professional touring version of it to sixteen different countries, performing well over two hundred shows and counting. We have acted together on a Broadway stage, and a West End stage, and soon the Sydney Opera House. I still miss my father every single day. Night Vale is still, in many ways, about him.

Night Vale has changed too, and will continue to change. We are rethinking how to tell Night Vale stories in this sixth year of our show. We will be focusing less on long arcs leading to big conclusions, and zooming in instead on shorter stories about the various citizens of our town. And those characters will be continuing to change and age, just as the people bringing them to life have changed and aged. Ultimately though, Cecil is still Cecil, and Carlos is still Carlos, and I am still the 25 year old with no job prospects and a hole in my heart where my father once lived, sitting in an apartment that was smaller than my office is now, and trying to write my way into another world.

Joseph Fink
August 1, 2017

Ultimate Santa Fe
Dan Deluca

Santa Fe (Musical Prologue)+Santa Fe (Movie Version)+ Santa Fe(Musical Version)+ a transition lyric by  Harvey Fierstein (I think that’s who Dan said) preformed at the 2015 PMT Gala.

Lyrics: Block quote is prologue, strike through is the transition, italicized is the movie, regular type is both & bold is the musical

They say folks is dyin’ to get here.
Me, I’m dyin’ to get away,
to a little town out west
that’s spankin’ new.
And while I ain’t never been there,
I can see it clear as day

And it’s like I’m on my way there when I do

When I dream on my own

I’m alone but I ain’t lonely

For a dreamer nights the only time of day

When the city’s finally sleeping And the moon looks old and grey

And I’m on the train that’s bound for Santa Fe

And I’m free like the wind

Like I’m gonna live forever

It’s a feeling time can never take away

All I need’s a few more dollars

And I’m outta here to stay

Dreams comes true, yea they do

In Santa Fe

Where does it say you gotta live and die here

Where does it say a guy can’t catch a break

Why should you only take what your given

Why should you spend your whole life livin’

Trapped where there ain’t no future even at 17

Breaking your back for someone else’s sake

If the life don’t seem to suit ya how bout a change of scene

Far from the lousy headlines and the deadlines in between

Santa Fe, my old friend.
I can’t spend my whole life dreaming.
Though I know thats all I seem inclined to do.
I ain’t getting any younger.
And I wanna start brand new.
I need space.
not just air

Let ‘em laugh in my face. I don’t care.
Save my place. I’ll be there.

Just be real is all I’m asking.
Not some painting in my head.
Cause I’m dead if I can’t count on you today.
I got nothing if I ain’t got Santa Fe.