i really need to read this!

anonymous asked:

Do you have any series recs. Im in the mood for long fics tbh

i’m thinking off the top of my head of series fics i’ve read/or am reading rn 

mr min by @ellieljade

hidden stars by @jungblue

imperfect pair by @itsrainingmin

good boy by @btssmutgalore

destruction of a muse by @baeseoul

transference by @jeonjagiya

playing with fire by @thotmi

don’t leave by @deathbyyoongi

unexpected by @noona-la-la-la

lust & errors by @imaginethisbts

some of these aren’t finished, but they are really good! some of these are my all time faves :’))


I decided to take an actual hiatus from this blog until after I have finished reading ACOWAR next week. I have a few things planned/queued for the next day or two, but I won’t log in after today.

Instead, I’ll be on my sideblog this week, messaging and posting art and cultural things. I’ve also added tumblr friends on Facebook, which…. is the depths this crap has driven me to. I’m actually using Facebook again. But if anyone else wants my sideblog name, message or send an ask or whatever. I’m just trying to keep it ACOTAR-free.

Anywho…. I’ll miss all of you, but I am taking part in the ACOWAR readalong next week, which @a-court-of-feels-and-sobs has kindly organized, and I plan on reading it pretty quickly, so I’ll see you there.

One last thing is that I love love love these ladies for listening to me rant and rave and basically keeping me sane these last few days (and always, let’s be honest) since people have decided to be shitheads: @my-name-is-fireheart @squaddreamcourt @acourtofstarsanddreams @illyriantremors @kitashiwrites @cass-ian I know most of you are also on hiatus and won’t see this, but you are the best, I wish I could give you all squishes and show you how much I appreciate you!

BTS reaction when you(gf) saw them “cheating on you” but it was misunderstanding.

@evilkookie - hiii 😊😊😊 how are you? I would like to make a reaction request with bts pls. Bts reaction to you catching them cheating on you with your best friend, but your best friend forced themselves on them so it was a misunderstanding situation. I hope I was clear, thank you if your read this 😄

I’m so sorry for my late reply for this request! I hope that this’s what you wanted me to do and that you liked it ^^ Let me know if you liked it or not :D


Originally posted by syubbie

He was making a dinner for you and him. Happy-because he have the best gf ever which pass really difficult exam for driving licence. Your friend is living in the same building so he ask her/him if she/he could go and buy him something what he needed. When Y/F/N back she/he put everything on the table and ask if he could pay her/him now. He take out his wallet and looked for money. When he was focused on looking she/he just came near and kiss him saying that she  couldn’t keep herself/himself from doing it because “Y/N is not looking so we can”. So bad because you saw and hear it. You just say to your friend that you thought that she/he was your friend,and for Jin, sad and full of hurt in voice “Bye Jin”. Single tear fall from his eye. He doesn’t want it. He leave in your voice mail a lot of messages. Jin was keeping his tears back but it didn’t work. When you text him that you want to talk, he run out from dorm and run to you the fastest how he can.

Originally posted by taejinmin

“I’ll be telling you this situation for milions times and it won’t change. I don’t cheat on you. We can go and talk with Y/F/N. I’ll do everything to led her/him to tell you truth”


Originally posted by jeonbase

He never liked your bff. Like, she/he was strange and have this evil facial expression. And now, no one knows why, Y/F/N is sitting in his studio. Y/F/N told him that she/he will wait for you and you two set up here. When he feel hands which were moving all over his chest under his shirt (and he knew that this weren’t your hands), he push them away and give your friend his "I don’t give a fuck” look. And then he saw how you are going out from the studio. He leave your friend without words and run to get you. He catch your wirst and look deeply in your eyes. He started talking but then you yell “I hate you!” and that hurt him. He stamp you on to the wall and started to kissing you like never before.

Originally posted by loveblushes

“No, you don’t. You love me and I love you. This what you saw weren’t my fault but your crazy friend”


Originally posted by hoseokwhy

Hoseok is so madly in love with you. His first love and he want it to be the last too. You, him and your bff had a movie night. You went to the kitchen to take some snacks. Y/F/N quickly move closer to Hoseok and kiss him into lips. Outraged. It was the feeling that your friend gave him after kissing him. He was sure that she/he knows about you, him and your planned future wit eachother. Also Hobi was sure that you won’t forgive your friend and him if you’ll think that he want it. He took Y/F/N to you and told you what she/he did and to assure  you that it wasn’t his desire to kiss her. He felt happy when you took your friend and kick off her/him from your place.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

“You are not mad at me right? I know that you feel betrayed but Y/F/N is not worth that. Come~ I’ll cuddle you all night long”


Originally posted by hopeatuuli

Y/F/N wanted him to help him/her with math homework. At the same time she/he invited you. Namjoom knew about your bff crush on him but he acted normal because the only one person that mean something important for him was you. When your bff hear your voice she/he automatically  go at him and started to passionately kissing. You stand and freeze. He take her/him away from him and looked at you. Tears in your eyes started to falling and you run out from that place. Rap Monnie looked with killing sight and told Y/F/N to never again contact with you and him. He walk out and go to your and his place to wait for you. He knew that you need time. When you’ll  back he would explain you everything and really believe that you’ll forgive him.

Originally posted by ygnj

“Babe. Look, I know how it looks like but I love only you and Y/F/N had crush on me and I think that she/he planned it a long ago. Please. I love you”


Originally posted by mvssmedia

Your birthday party. Jimin want it to be perfect because you deserve all the best things in the world for him. Your friend helped Jimin with preparing everything. But he doesn’t know about one thing. That your friend is crazy in love with him and she/he wanted to use this situation. When Jimin was preparing salon, Y/F/N was behind him, knock down Jimin and now this two were on the floor, with your friend on Jimin and him/her kissing him all over his neck doing hickeys. He wanted to push Y/F/N back but this girl/boy was strong okay? When you walk in the two of them looked up on you. Your friend without any embarassment said “Oh. Hello Y/N. Wanna join?”. Jimin push her away and catch you before you run away. He coerce your friend to tell you the truth. His desperate and hurt sight at you made you believe him.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

“I don’t want to see your friend never again. I’ll do everything to make it up to you. Still I want your birthday to be great so lets forget about this situation for this day" 


Originally posted by mvssmedia

lets just say that this is full of fault Tae expression

Your friend is a trainee in BigHit.Y/F/N ask Taehyung to help her/him with voice. Afer this vocal trainee she/he "return a favour” to him. It was just 1second. Only one peck from your friend. You don’t see them. He feel guilty and told you all story. You understand that he doesn’t want this- it was Y/F/N fault and you knew that this friendship is over. The only one person crying was Tae. He was embarrased that he couldn’t guess what was Y/F/N intention and still can’t get over that the somebody else then you touch his lips but he feel relief that you believe him. He’ll be all day only for you, all day doing everything you want.

Originally posted by softfluffytae

“Y/N! You’re my angel! Thank you that you believe me. You’re just the most precious person in the world”


Originally posted by baekon-stripss

Originally posted by sugutie

Jungkook, Y/F/N and you (younger then them) were friends from primary school. Your three are bunch of friends till that day. You and Jungkook had crush on eachother from always but this is your third week of serious realtionship. Your friend was jealous that you’re the one that he choose and this one which he was always in better relation then with her/him. Y/F/N wanted to destroy it and she/he knew all your weakness and rules that you live by-you never forgive cheating. Jungkook and Y/F/N had exam so they decided to study together in Jungkook dorm. After 2hours he/she put her/his head at his shoulder witch was normal for Jungkook. But then she/he kissed his cheek and when he turn his head with wide open eyes, he met Y/F/N lips. Then you walk into room. Jungkook was in shook (Jungshook ladies and gentelmens). It was first time when Kookie’s in this kind of situation. You slap his cheek and go somewhere. He looked for you in your house, favourite places and friends houses. You dissapear. He was worried, shooked and wanted to quickly told you what really happened there.Jungkook was affraid that he can lost you. When he found you crying in park, he just hug you, caress your head and softly telled you true, believing that you’ll forgive him.

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

“Please, listen to me. Don’t leave me. You’re the most important person in the world for me. I just can’t live without by my side”

Dear fic readers,

If you’re reading smut, for the love of god, please don’t leave a comment saying something awkward about how “hot” it got you. That’s weird. And uncomfortable to read at 3am when I’m constantly checking for reviews. Comment on the pacing, the detail, anything else. We really don’t need or want to know about you touching yourself while reading.

anonymous asked:

Do you think jumin's a virgin or nah? What's your opinion?

Should I flag this as NSFW?  I get really clinical, here, but this is about sex…

I would not be surprised if he were a virgin.  And I would not be surprised if he weren’t.

For MC, I want him to be a virgin.  He’s a professed Christian (abstinence, anyone?  And he does not approve of living together before marriage.) and he’s a disciplined workaholic, who would put his job before his emotional or physical needs.  I want him to be a virgin, and only MC gets a piece of him.

However, he also strikes me as having “tried it.”

Keep reading

So I’m writing this book...

…and I’ve been in a ‘dry spell’ for like a -year- now for a lot of reasons (school, work, social obligations) but I need to get my ass in gear and get back to writing it.

Would anyone be interested in reading the existing 63k words, offering observations, and then periodically yelling at me about continuing the story? Because I feel that would probably really help me.

It’s YA steampunk/fantasy with an indigenous protag and there are dragons.

18!Hyungwon [ Happy ]

The 18 series is based off of these lyrics from ‘18′ by Anarbor
Each will end & work out differently. Read a/n at bottom for explanation to *Happy

So if you wanna piss off your parents
date me to scare them
show them you’re all grown up
If long hair and tattoos are what attract you
baby then you’re in luck
and I know it’s just a phase
you’re not in love with me

Originally posted by garisanee

▪ Parents aren’t strict
▪ Just expect the best for you
▪ Healthy relationship
▪ Good job
▪ They still go against your decisions
▪ Because “What you want, isn’t what you need, obviously.’
▪ You didn’t want a fancy job
▪ Not really prioritizing making more money than needed
▪ They wouldn’t leave you alone, none the less
▪ You became a stripper
▪ Just to push their buttons
▪ “It’s just a phase. She’ll see her mistakes, and regret them.“
▪ You started enjoying it
▪ The freedom the job gave you
▪ You got along well with the other performers
▪ Mostly, you waited tables
▪ Kept to the floor
▪ Not all too confident in your body
▪ The owner was fond of your company
▪ You never noticed the DJ’s eyes always on you
▪ Once you did
▪ An idea hit you
▪ That idea?
▪ Hyungwon had suddenly become your fake boyfriend
▪ It didn’t exactly take long for shit to hit the fan
▪ Your parents completely disowned you
▪ He decided to take you away
▪ You expected him to ditch you at some hotel
▪ Until you pulled up to an apartment building
▪ “What are we doing here…? I can’t afford this place.”
▪ “What kind of guy ditches his girlfriend after that?”
▪ You never really questioned it
▪ It just shifted from being fake to real without any question

Originally posted by wonhontology

▪ He wasn’t really used to taking care of people
▪ You easily found this out
▪ Also, that he wasn’t exactly poor
▪ As you came around to the thought he was from a rich family
▪ You became more and more curious about him
▪ Especially why he worked at a little strip club
▪ “It’s family there. It isn’t just some place.”
▪ He was a bit blank
▪ Not very good with emotions
▪ He came around
▪ Often making sure to keep his arms around you
▪ Always needing to have some type of reassuring touch
▪ He knew he wasn’t the greatest at relationships
▪ Surprised him every day that you stayed with him
▪ The biggest surprise came one night at the club
▪ You had been cleaning up
▪ Music started to play
▪ The girls had all sat along the edges of the stage
▪ You looked around; confused
▪ You never expected to be proposed to
▪ He never expected to propose to someone
▪ But
▪ You said yes
▪ He had to ask you twice for the simple fact he didn’t believe it
▪ He’d even taken the time to write your parents a letter
▪ As time went on
▪ You both had come over ownership of the club
▪ Happily married
▪ Simple, and comfortable
▪ An odd, odd love story

Originally posted by kittyminhyuk

anonymous asked:

If it's not a bother can i request a reactions? During the ten years darkness the chocobros s/o grow considerably close to Talcott and when he became older they often go hunting toghter. Some hunters, with the usual malice of stupid people, start to gossiping about that, saying the two of them are more than friends behind the guys shoulders. The chocobros would be upset? Sometimes false word roots deep even in a mature and smart person, doubt arouse when under stress.

Since this is during the 10 years of darkness, I gotta leave poor boy Noctis out. <3


the original version was a mistake due to my poor reading skills haha, so I had to redo. Sorry for the inconvenience y’all. It’s a Monday aha. 

Prompto wouldn’t really care seeing as that he has worked on his insecurities during the ten years of darkness. He still might need words of assurance every now and again, but he places enough trust in his s/o to know that nothing extra is going on in Talcott’s friendship. Talcott and him also have a close friendship and Prompto knows Talcott would never betray him like that. 

Gladiolus is really protective of his s/o. He can’t help but the slightest bit jealous when he spots Talcott and his s/o chatting in the Hunter HQ. He sees Talcott like a blood relative and he thinks highly of his s/o. He talks to his s/o about the rumors, and his s/o assures his nothing is going on between the two. Gladiolus believes them… but steadily grows an irritation for Talcott. 

Ignis would be very uncomfortable about the rumors spreading around. He, unlike Gladio and Prompto, never brings it to his s/o’s attention. He wants to  completely trusts his s/o. He knows Talcott is a very respectful and intelligent young man and you most likely never intrude on their relationship. Still, Ignis is more than uncomfortable when he sees his s/o talking with Talcott. 

When I first started playing Ace Attorney I thought the Judge was going to be a horrible person. Which don’t get me wrong, he’s kind of dumb and it’s annoying at first when Phoenix has to remind the freaking Judge that he has the right to cross-examine the witness, or when he lets the prosecutors push him around, but really, the Judge lets the defense get away with a lot of weird shit and hardly even questions it. 

Want to cross-examine a parrot? Okey dokey. You’re defending an orca whale? Sounds legit. Need to exorcise a spirit? “Sure I read up on it last night, it’s totally believable”. 

And to his credit he always makes sure that if there’s any contradiction or something not looked into, that it gets looked into before announcing a verdict.

I dunno why I’m having feels about the freaking Judge from Ace Attorney right now but I am. 

anonymous asked:

Hey I gotta rec this awesome fic "drawn to the blood" /works/3794221 It's really good but also extremely sad and triggering ngl but I like to make myself suffer apparently

thanks for your rec! I took a peek at the tags, and people, read them before you start the fic

Drawn to the Blood by aingeal

Bucky doesn’t want to live, but he can’t ask Steve to kill him.
He needs him to do something else, though, because everything is unbearable, and only Steve can help him.

Please read the tags again and proceed at your own risk.

anonymous asked:

We all know the League was abusive to Damian. What are some of the things you believe Damian had to endure? Do you think he would ever get to the point where he would tell someone about his experiences in the League?

Lol when I first read this I thought you meant the Justice League and became confused.com.

And when it comes to that, then you really need to know what you would consider abuse and who in the League was a part of it. Due to the fact that his Talia’s son Damian would have definitely been sorta of the “prince” of the League, and because of that I can’t really imagine any of the members daring to harm, at least not in a direct manners that is. Because even though his lineage might have given him some privileges over the lower members, it would also put high-exceptions on his shoulders. He always needed to be the best, the strongest, the fastest and the smartest among everyone or otherwise he would just simply be a disgrace for his family, basically he was only born to live for them not himself, and that is a very good example for child abuse that you can actually see in real life, with families of child athletes and child actors, etc. It’s just that with Damian it was assassinations.

And I don’t think that Damian himself is aware of how tragic and toxic his childhood was, he’s probably desensitized to it because that’s how things have always been since he was born. So I can’t necessary imagine Damian starting a conversation about it with someone else, he might reveal pits of it here in there, mostly the glorious “impressive” parts (AK.A his achievements and battle victories), but he will never go full out on the details, especially on the less glorious dark parts. But I can see the Batfamily taking notice of the effect it had on him when they see how he tries to adjust to living to them and what he consider normal and what he does not. And then they can make that a start to understanding him and helping him reach a better lifestyle and aspect of himself.

If Only

Hey guys! This is my Yoongi Soulmate AU. It’s kind of a companion piece to me Namjoon that you kind find over here : Pull Me Closer. You don’t really need to read it to get this one, but it does make some references to it.

Enjoy! I hope you like it!

You hand the grumpy man his coffee.The one that came staggering in and could barely form coherent sentences. The one that hands you a twenty dollars for a four dollar drink and grumbles about not needing any change. The one that comes in barely minutes before closing and grunts that he needs a “shit ton of caffeine.”

Normally, this type of behavior from a customer would annoy you. But, for some reason you aren’t put off by it. Maybe it’s his soft features that you find too cute. Maybe it’s the pastel hair color that you can’t help but to softly giggle at. Maybe it’s the way that his hoodie is at least three times larger than him and it makes him seem so small, even though you are standing about the same height.

He holds the coffee as if he is worshiping it. At first, he just take comfort in the warmth that radiates off of the paper cup. He sighs deeply, his shoulders drop slightly as he relaxes.

And then he starts chugging the hot liquid. You gasp. “Wait! It’s hot!” You call out as you hand reaches out to him in concern.

He stops drinking and blinks at you. A perplexed look is on his face, as if he’s forgotten where he is. He grins at you sheepishly. An apology is at the tip of his tongue, but it never leaves his mouth. His cheeks are slowly turning pink.

There is a moment of awkward silence, where you both just stare at each other. He clears his throat before speaking finally. “This is the best coffee I have ever had.” His voice is rough and deep.

“Does that mean you’ll be coming back?” you question, just a little bit flirty. You reason that making a new regular customer is good for business. Honestly, you just want to see him again. You have never had an interest in someone before.

“Only if you make my coffee,” he agrees easily. If he were being truthful, he wants to see you again. You are the prettiest person he has ever seen before.

He smiles at the giggle that erupts out of you. He lingers at the counter as he watches you wipe down the machines.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

His voice startles you. You spin around. “I forgot you were here,” you comment as you catch your breath. “I’m Y/N.”

He means to respond. He has all intentions to respond. There is just an air around you that makes him feel at ease and at the same time so nervous. He means to tell you his name. But before the words could leave his mouth, he feels a tugging at his fingers. His eyes leaves you for the first time to look down at the hand gripping the warm coffee cup. The red string that is wrapped around his fingers is pulling him away.

Suddenly, the night is just as bitter as the coffee.

“Yoongi!” You greet as he walks into the cafe, surprisingly during the day time. “It’s about time you come see me at a decent hour, I was beginning to think I was just your dirty little secret,” you joke as you begin to make his drink.

He chuckles at your joke. “I just keep weird hours,” he explains. His eyes watches you move swiftly around the espresso machine. “And you are a secret, I can’t have people buying out all of my favorite coffee.”

“And here I thought you came to see me,” you giggle as you hand over his cup. “Way to lead a girl on.”

He comes to the cafe more often than he should. Sometimes he travels across town just to come to this cafe. Sometimes he doesn’t even need the caffeine. He just enjoys your company and the little bubble the both of you get engulfed in.

“I like seeing you,” Yoongi responds quickly. His face flushes as he realizes what he said. “I mean, you’re easy on the eyes,” he grumbles.

“You don’t look too bad either.”

He smiles at you backwards compliment, his face turning even more pink.

He likes you - that much he knew. He couldn’t be sure about how you felt about him. Sometimes, he likes to think that you like him back. Sometimes it feels as if you could like him back. In those situations, when the air suddenly get to thick and his palms gets sweaty - when he could feel a shift happening - the string tugs at him.

“Please!” Taehyung whines from the door of the studio. “I’m so hungry. I’m gonna die of starvation and then you’ll feel guilty because you didn’t feed me!” He groans dramatically as he flails on the ground. “Yoongi! Please!”

Yoongi groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Taehyung, I’m trying to finish this song.” He speaks through clench teeth, something that should have intimidated Taehyung. But by now Taehyung was used to all of Yoongi’s scare tactics.

“But Yoongi, you are always trying to finish a song,” he whines. He knows in the end his dramatics would win. They did every time. And not only would he have gotten a free meal, but Jin would later praise him for getting Yoongi to eat something. There had been too many times that Yoongi skipped his meals. “Besides, you’re hungry too!”

“No, I’m not,” Yoongi disagrees. But at that moment his stomach decides to growl. He sighs before slamming his heads phone onto the desk. “Fine, let’s go.”

Taehyung jumps up with a grin as he wraps his arms around Yoongi. “Yoongi is the best!”

Yoongi watches as Taehyung inhales his meal. Yoongi had already finished off his food. Taehyung had order at least half the menu.

He sighs as he shifts in his seat. Taehyung stops eating momentarily to look up at him. “Something on your mind, Yoongi?” Taehyung asks with a mouth full of food. Yoongi grimaces as crumbs spew onto the table. Taehyung smiles sheepishly as he swallows the food down. “You can confide in me. We’re Daegu boys!”

“Just…” Yoongi begins but stops. He mulls over the words in his head and Taehyung lets him takes his time. He knows that Yoongi is opening up about something, he know that Yoongi is particular about how he says things. In the meantime, he can stuff his face. “Don’t you think the whole soulmate thing is weird?” Yoongi questions. His gaze falls onto the red string wrapped around his index finger.

Taehyung blinks at him. His cheeks are puffed out due to being so filled with food. Noodles hang out of his mouth. Sauce is smeared across his chin. He begins to answer Yoongi, but the glare he receives reminds him to chew and swallow. There is an awkward silence as Taehyung works through his food.

“Whatever do you mean?” Taehyung finally responds when he swallows.

Yoongi sighs heavily. He plays with the red string nervously. “I mean, our society doesn’t experience life anymore. We are just sitting ducks until our soulmates finally pop up.”

“Soulmates are our key to happiness,” Taehyung argues carefully. He gauges Yoongi anxiously. He’s watching for any signs that this conversation will escalate.

Yoongi scoffs. His lips frown. “Why do we have to rely on them to be happy?” He crosses his arms and leans back in his seat. For now, the red string is temporarily out of sight. “Why do we need the other side of the string to be happy?”

“They’re not just the other side of the string,” Taehyung attempts to reason. “They’re our other half!” Taehyung is at a lost on how to comfort the Yoongi. On one hand, he wants to defend soulmates but he feels as that would only upset Yoongi more. On the other hand, he wants to agree with Yoongi just to pacify him but that isn’t fair. Why couldn’t Yoongi talk about this with Jin or Jimin - surely they are more qualified to handle this situation.

“Why do we sing about first loves when we have never experienced it and we never will?” Yoongi grumbles.

“Our soulmates are our first loves,” Taehyung squeaks.

“The word ‘first’ implies that there will be a second, a third, maybe even a fourth of fifth,” Yoongi explains. “It means that we don’t just love one person.”

“Maybe -”

“And what about heartbreak.” Yoongi’s voice raises slightly as he gets riled up. He huffs. “We have so many songs about heartbreak and I have never met anyone who has actually experienced it.” He gives Taehyung a pointed look and raises an eyebrow, “Have you?”

“No?” Taehyung unconfidently answers. He is sure that this has got to be a trick question.

Yoongi huffs again, obviously not satisfied with Taehyung’s response. He rolls his eyes before chuckling fondly at the boy. “Finish your food. I paid too much for it to go to waste.” He pats the top of Taehyung’s head.

Normally Taehyung would whine and shy away from the touch all embarrassed. This time, he is too relieved about the conversation being over. He immediately shovels food into his mouth as a tactic to avoid anymore scary and confusing questions from Yoongi.

Yoongi walks into the studio with a paper cup of coffee from the cafe. There is a small smile on his face as he thinks back to the conversation the two of you had while you made his coffee. He used to actually need the coffee to feel more awake, but these day just seeing has been enough to keep him energized.

Hoseok stares at the coffee cup. The logo on the side is the same as the day before and the day before that. “You’ve been going there a lot,” Hoseok comments. “Are they that good?”

Yoongi shrugs and sets the cup down on the table. “It’s coffee.”

Hoseok picks up the cup and takes a tentative sip. Immediately, his face scrunches in disgust as the overly bitter taste hits his tongue. “That shit is toxic, man. What the fuck is that?” He places the cup down a bit forcefully.

Yoongi shrugs again. “A shit ton of caffeine.” He picks up the cup and takes his own swig of the drink. Hoseok watches in amazement as Yoongi is able to drink it so nonchalantly.

“If you say so.”

“Could I convince you to try something different from your usual order?” You ask the next time he came in. “You should switch up the routine; be more spontaneous and less like a grumpy grandpa.”

Yoongi should really be offended by that. He really tries to be offended. But there was just something about the way you look up at him through your long eyelashes that causes him to temporarily forget how to breathe. He gulps as he realizes that you are still waiting for his answer. He nods his head, not trusting his ability to speak.

“Maybe something sweet for Suga?” You giggle at your own joke. It’s the cutest sound he has ever heard. He almost wants to drag you into the studio just to record it so he can listen to your giggle whenever he wants. He wishes he could hear that sound everyday for the rest of his life.

He feels a tugging sensation. He knows it’s the red string. Yoongi tries to ignore it as he watches you make this mystery drink. He tries to forget about it. But the tugging gets stronger and suddenly he feels a bit dizzy. The pull gets too hard for him to ignore.

When you turn back around to hand over the drink, he is gone. You look around confused, maybe he moved to a table. But the cafe is empty besides the old lady who reads in the corner.

You let out a disappointed sigh.

It takes him awhile to return - approximately two weeks. He staggers through the door the same way he did the first night, just minutes before closing. He has deep dark bags underneath his eyes.

“A shit ton of caffeine?” You ask as grab a paper cup to make his drink. He grunts a noise of agreement. “Everything alright, Yoongi?” You ask over you shoulder. You don’t expect a response, at least not until he has consumed half the cup.

He happily takes the cup when you hand it over to him. You eyes watch in amusement as he drinks it right away even with the liquid still steaming.

“Has work been keeping you busy?” You ask. You want to ask why he left so suddenly last time. You want to ask if it was something that you did.

Yoongi sighs as he places the empty cup on the counter. “Yeah, we’re working on a new album.”

You nod you head. “You want a refill?” You pick up the cup before he could even answer and began making him another cup.

His hands grazes over yours as he takes the cup out of your hand. This time he simply holds the drink as he watches you wipe down the counter top.

“I miss you,” he says quietly.

It’s so quiet that you barely even heard it, despite that the cafe is silent and empty. You freeze in shock. When you finally find the courage to look up at him, he is already gone.

“Ooh coffee.” Namjoon’s face immediately lights up as he watches Yoongi walk into the studio with a cup in hand. He reaches his hand out to steal the drink from the older rapper.

Hoseok squawks as he slaps Namjoon’s hands away. “You do not want to drink that. I tried it last time and it was so bitter and gross.”

Yoongi glares at Hoseok. “I think it tastes great,” he argues. “Just because you do not have the palette to handle the fine taste of coffee.”

“It can’t be that bad,” Namjoon declares as he takes the cup out of Yoongi’s hand. He takes in a big gulp and swallowed slowly. His nose is scrunched and his lips pursed. “What is even that?”

Yoongi shrugs as he plops down on the leather sofa. “A shit ton of caffeine.”

“I don’t even think that should be classified as edible,” Hoseok comments.

Yoongi shows up in the middle of the day this time. It’s a bit busier and someone else is ringing up orders. The line is moving slowly causing Yoongi to shift on his feet and sigh every few minutes. By the time he gets to the front of the line, he mind blanks out.

He stares up at the menu but he seems to be suffering from temporary illiteracy because he can’t make out any of the drinks. The barista sighs impatiently. “Um… a shit ton of caffeine?” he tries. He winces at his inability to come up with an actual order. He doesn’t even want the coffee. He just wanted to see you.

The barista face slowly shift from a face of disinterest to a knowing smirk as she hears the order. Yoongi begins to feel a bit nervous as she eyes him. “Would you like whip with that?” she asks in a fake polite tone, her smirk turning into a mischievous grin.

Yoongi decides that he does not like this new barista. “Does it normally come with whip?” Yoongi asks back.

Her head falls back in laughter. Once she composes herself she leans over to shout at the doorway to the staff room.“Y/N!”

“What?!” Your voice shouts back.

“Does a shit ton of caffeine come with whip?!” She yells back.

There’s a loud gasp followed by the scrapping of a chair on the floor. You hurriedly poke your head out from the staff room. “Yoongi!” You great happily. You pick up a paper cup and begin to make his drink.

“I thought you were on break? You wouldn’t even help me through the rush,” your co-worker teases as she pokes at your side playfully.

“Shut up, Wheein!”

Sadly, Yoongi had to leave shortly after you made his drink. The cafe was too busy for him to stick around and talk to you.

He brings the cup up to his lip to take a drink when red ink on the side catches his eyes. He hold the cup up and spins it around to see what was on the side.

Miss you too

Jin watches Yoongi with amazement and concern. He watches as the younger boy sings a long to some Girl’s Generation love song with a giant smile on his face. He is sprawled out on his bed comfortably while scrolling on his phone.

“Yoongi,” Jimin beings in his caring motherly tone. His eyebrows furrow slightly. “Is everything alright? You’ve been acting strange lately…”

Yoongi stops his singing and looks over at Jin. “What do you mean?” He asks. “I’m great. Happy even!” Yoongi adds.

Jin chews nervously on his bottom lip before responding. “Well, that’s the thing. You’re never happy…” His voice falters by the end of his statement as he fidgets under Yoongi’s glare.

“What do you mean? I can be happy.” Yoongi scoffs.

“Yeah, but…You’re like radiating, Yoongi,” Jin attempts to explain. He has seen Yoongi happy, like when they finally debuted in BTS or when they won an award. But it had been a different kind of happiness, like a relieved happiness. This time, Yoongi seems to just be bubbly.

“Well, I hear that it’s a symptom of love.” Yoongi falls back onto his bed. His attention returns to his phone, as if he hadn’t said anything important.

Jin gasps. His mouth falls open as he stares at Yoongi with wide eyes. “Oh my gosh!” He exclaims before rushing over to flop on the bed next to him. “Why haven’t you told anyone? Oh my gosh!” He exclaims giddily.

Yoongi grins as he places his phone down. “Do you still think I’m acting strange?” He jokes. “I’m a man in love.”

Jin pinches his side which causes Yoongi to hiss. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” He repeats.

“What is there to tell?” Yoongi questions back.

“That you met your soulmate!” Jin exclaims. “What else?!” Jin immediately notices the change in Yoongi’s demeanor. The unusual grin is now replaced with a solemn look. “Yoongi? What’s wrong?” Jin questions. He immediately reverts back into his caring motherly tone as he rubs soothing circles into Yoongi’s shoulder.

“It’s not my soulmate,” Yoongi responds quietly.

Jin frowns. His eyebrows furrow. “I don’t understand.”

“I’m in love with someone who isn’t my soulmate,” Yoongi clarifies in a whisper. His eyes are squeezed shut. He can feel a coldness as Jin removes his hand from him. He can feel the shift in his bed as Jin puts distance between the two.

He knows that he messed up by the sound of the bedroom door shutting. When he opens his eyes, he’s alone. Everything feels bitter.

There’s a tugging on his finger. He glances down at the red string wrapped around his finger with a heavy feeling in his chest. “This is all your fault,” Yoongi whispers towards the string. “If only you could have gotten it right.”

It’s a quiet dinner in the BTS dorm. Jin refuses to look anywhere near Yoongi. Yoongi pushes the food around on his plate but doesn’t actually take any bites. The others have seemed to pick up on the tension and have chosen to remain silent.

“Is everything alright?” Hoseok bravely asks, breaking the silence in the dorm. It’s probably the first time the dorm has been this quiet with them home.

Jin lets out an exasperated sigh in response. Yoongi slumps in his seat.

Out of nowhere, Jimin is yanked out of his seat. He lets out a small yelp as he lands on the floor. “I swear to God, Taehyung if you don’t stop doing that!” He snaps as Jungkook helps him off of the floor.

Taehyung shoots him an innocent look from the other side of the table. “What did I do? I’m no where near you!” He defends through a mouthful of food.

“We went over this Taehyung. Swallow and then talk,” Jimin chides with a sigh.

“I thought that rule was only for when we’re in bed.”

Hoseok cackles loudly. Namjoon chuckles and shakes his head slightly. Jungkook squeaks as his face turns red. Jin glares at Taehyung for the inappropriate statement. Yoongi rolls his eyes at the scene.

Jimin’s jaw drop before he angrily plops back into his seat. He grumbles under his breath, the only words that any of them being able to make out is fate and soulmate.

Jin throws his chopsticks onto the table. Yoongi flinches away while everyone else is startled.

“Is everything alright?” Namjoon asks, not realizing that he is just repeating the same unanswered question that Hoseok had asked merely minutes before.

Jin huffs before stomping away from the table silently. Yoongi shrinks into himself.

“So what’s the deal with the grump?” Wheein asks you. It is a particularly slow morning. At first, you ignore the question; but then she smacks you on the butt. You let out a startle yelp before lightly pushing her aside.

“We don’t get paid to gossip!” You scold.

Wheein scoffs. “You know I’m not going to shut up about it until you tell me about it.”

“What is there to tell?” You whine as you try to walk away from her. She back hugs you and traps you between her and the counter.

“Come on!”

“Seriously Wheein?” You laugh in disbelief. “Okay, he’s kind of cute.” You finally admit. Her hold on you drops. “Maybe a lot cute?”

Wheein squeals and jumps around. “I knew it!” She shouts joyously. “Since the first time you told me about his weird order!”

You laugh at her reaction. Your cheeks slowly start to burn. Your lips purse in thought. “But.”

Wheein stops her cheering at that word. “Oh no. You’re over thinking it. Stop overthinking it!” She shakes your shoulders and you have to shove her away from you.

“I think he has a soulmate,” you state slowly. Your tone drops and you fidget with your fingers nervously.

Wheein rolls her eyes, “Everyone has a soulmate.”

“Sometimes I catch him staring at his string - well his finger - and it’s like he feels guilty for flirting with me,” You sighs. You shoulders slump forward.

“You know platonic soulmates are a thing, right?” Wheein asks as pats your back.

You scoff. “Yeah, in America. We’re in South Korea, remember. People get married within days of meeting their soulmate.”

Wheein sighs. “All that matters is that you guys have feelings for each other. Don’t let what people think mess with that. Besides, who’s going to know that you’re not really soulmates. No one else can see that your strings don’t connect.”

The door chimes as a customer walks into the cafe. Wheein gives you an encouraging smile as she moves to help the customer.

“But what happens when he meets his soulmate? Where does that leave me?” You whisper to yourself with a sigh.

“How’s your soulmate?” Yoongi asks suddenly.

Namjoon looks up from the lyrics on his screen to look at Yoongi. His eyebrows furrow slightly as he watches Yoongi nervously fidget. “She’s alright. We skyped last night.”

Yoongi nods his head. “So like…” He hesitates with his next statement. “I mean… Are you guys like romantic or…”

Namjoon’s eyebrows raises as he stares at Yoongi in surprise. He wasn’t really expecting this question. He knew his situation is a bit unconventional but none of the boys had bothered to ask him about once everything had finally settled.

“I’m sorry, if that’s to private. I’m just…It must be hard having a soulmate who lives so far away,” Yoongi clarifies. He clears his throat nervously and avoids looking directly at Namjoon.

“No, it’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it,” Namjoon finally answers. “I mean, we’re just whatever.”

“Whatever?” Yoongi asks. What does that even mean? Even Yoongi knows that you aren’t suppose to call your soulmate ‘whatever’.

“Just going with the flow, I guess.” Namjoon clarifies. “We aren’t putting any labels on it.”

Yoongi nods his head as he tries to understand it. He sighs as he leans back into the sofa. His eyes falls close. “Do you ever wish that you had it easier?”

“Easier?” Namjoon questions, his attention turns back to his computer screen.

“Like Jimin and Taehyung.”

Jimin and Taehyung. The poster boys of soulmates. Inseparable. Loyal. So sweet that it is sickening. The easiest soulmates ever. Taehyung noticed that their red strings were connected during their first meeting and had screamed “Holy shit my soulmate has the cutest cheeks!” Jimin was taken aback at first and was a little shy at first. But Taehyung had practically clung onto him until he no choice but to get used to Taehyung eccentricities.

Namjoon looks over at Yoongi one last time. “It’s only hard if you make it hard.” Yoongi smirks. Leave it to Namjoon to say something philosophical like that. “I mean besides Jin’s situation. His is really hard.”

Yoongi opens his eyes at that. His eyebrows furrow and his nose scrunches in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Namjoon shakes his head. “I shouldn’t say. It’s his story.”

It’s only hard if I make it hard. It’s only hard if I make it hard. It’s only hard if I make it hard.

It repeats in Yoongi’s head like a mantra as he confidently strides into the cafe. He makes his way towards the counter. Wheein nudges you to get your attention. You look up from the recipe of a new drink you were supposed to learn how to make.

“Yoongi!” You greet happily. You hand automatically reaches for a paper cup. “It’s been awhile,” you continue.

“Is it possible for me to see you outside of the setting of your job?”

He questions shocks you, causing you to drop the cup full of hot liquid onto the ground. “Oh shit.” Yoongi smiles at the curses that fall out of your mouth. He finds it adorable. It’s a stark contrast from your happy and giggly personality.

Wheein shoos you away from the puddle. “Her shift is over now, if that works for you,” she answers on your behalf.

“That’s perfect,” Yoongi beams.

“But -”

“I’ll call Hwasa to come in!” Wheein shoos you away.

You stare at her in disbelief. Of course you want to hang out with Yoongi and get to know him better. But your job had become your security blanket. Would he even like you when you weren’t supplying him with caffeine?

“Sorry that I can’t really take you out,” Yoongi apologizes. You had both finished off some instant ramen in the studio and were now lounging on the sofa. “It’s an occupational hazard.” His cheeks are tinged pink out of embarrassment.

You giggle at how cute he looks. “It’s fine. I just like your company.” You shift so that you are closer to him and drape your legs across his lap.

“I just like you,” the words were out of his mouth before he could control it. His eyes squeeze shut nervously as he sucks in a breath. He had not meant to say that so soon. He didn’t want to scare you off or make you uncomfortable.

“Hey,” you call softly, trying to get him to look at you. When his eyes refuses to open, you grab his hand. His body stiffens, he can feel your fingertips run across his index finger, the finger where his red string is tied to. “If only I could see it, huh?” You whispered. “Have you met them?”

“No.” Yoongi answers in a whisper. You don’t know why you guys are whispering as if your are exchanging secrets. “Have you?”

It’s the first time in a long time that you look down at your own string. The dull grey that wraps around your index finger. The string that will never tug or pull. The string that is as lifeless as the soul on the other side. The string that only you could see.


If only your string were red. If only it were connected to Yoongi.

Yoongi breathes in deeply. “Do you love them?”

If his eyes were open, if he would look at you, he would see the tears that are building up in your eyes.

“Y-yes.” It’s shaky and breathy. You almost wanted to lie. You almost wanted say that you didn’t. But you couldn’t lie, not about your soulmate. Your soulmate deserved better. Yoongi deserved better.

Yoongi never thought that a single word could shatter his heart.

Yoongi returns to the dorm late. By the time he gets there, Jin is pretending that he is asleep. Yoongi sighs as he drops himself onto his bed in the dark. “Jin?” he calls, his voice carries the heartbreak that he is feeling.

Jin tenses on his bed. He contemplates pretending some more. But then he hears the sniffling coming from the other side of the room. He rolls over so that he is facing Yoongi even though he can’t see him in the dark. “Yoongi?”

“It hurts,” Yoongi cries. “I should have listened to you and everyone else.”

Jin slowly sits up. It’s been awhile since he has seen Yoongi break down like this. Yoongi doesn’t like appearing weak, he refuses to cry. The last time he saw anything like this, Jin had found him at the studio. Yoongi claims that no one has to see it if he cries in the studio. “What are you talking about?” Jin asks.

“She has a soulmate…”

“I don’t get it. What happened?” Wheein envelopes you into a warm hug as you cry into shoulder. “I thought he liked you.” She rubs soothing circles into your back. “Come on, tell me what happened.”

You took in a deep breath as you pull away from her. “He asked me if I love my soulmate. I didn’t even get a chance to explain myself!” You whined as tears fall from your eyes.

Wheein gives you a sympathetic smile as she hugs you again. “Oh, I’m sure he’ll comeback. He probably just needs a bit of air, you know!” She sways your bodies back in forth. “And if not, I mean he is an idol and not that hard to find. I could always go smack some sense into him. Me and Hwasa can roll deep at their next schedule.”

You laugh as you pull away from Wheein again. “I forget that when you guys aren’t making coffee or googly eyes at each other that you are thugs,” you joke back.

“We have to do something about him,” Hoseok whispers. BTS minus Yoongi are in an emergency meeting in their kitchen. “I mean, he’s always been a grump but this is just too much. I mean what even happen?”

Jin smacks Taehyung’s hands away from fruit he was chopping. “This is for Yoongi,” he scolds. He sighs as Taehyung gives him puppy eyes. “That doesn’t work on me.”

Taehyung pouts before draping his arm around Jimin’s shoulders. “Jin is being mean!” He whines.

“Taehyung, stay on topic!” Jimin hisses. “We are discussing Yoongi. Your Daegu boy. You should be concerned.”

“He was really happy for a moment,” Jungkook comments. “I mean, he even compliment Taehyung’s rapping that one time.”

Jin sighs and rolls his neck. “He’s just heartbroken guys. He’s not dying or anything.” He arranges the fruit onto a tray nicely. “He’ll get over it.”

“What do you mean he’s heartbroken?” Taehyung asks. His eyebrows are furrowed as the words reminds him of a distant conversation he once had.

“How do you know he’s heartbroken? I didn’t even know people could get heartbroken!” Hoseok is absolutely astonished. They were always taught that heartbreak is just a concept, fictional, an element that is added to make a story more interesting.

Namjoon blinks at his groupmate before looking over at Jin with a concern look. Jin gives them all a tense smile, barely holding himself together. “Things aren’t always perfect,” he says through clenched teeth. “I mean, remember when Namjoon’s soulmate ran away from him? Remember how hurt he was? Namjoon’s been heartbroken.” Jin explains as he picks up the tray. “Right?” He raises an eyebrow at Namjoon.

“Yeah, and I survived so Yoongi will too,” Namjoon locks eyes with Jin. Even though Namjoon had said Yoongi, Jin knew his name was added on silently.

“So he met his soulmate? Why didn’t he tell us?” Jimin asks.

Taehyung drops his arm from around Jimin. He is standing straight and his eyes are widen in realization. “Holy shit,” he whispers.

“Language,” Jin hisses.

“Hello!” Wheein greets the new customer with a smile. “What can I get for you?”

“Um…” The customer fidgets. “So like I think my friend met someone here. Like maybe they worked here or they were a regular. He would come in almost daily and order this most bitterest drink ever, it’s practically toxic. He said it was called - excuse my language please - a shit ton of caffeine or something?”

Wheein smiles drops with a sigh. “I thought you looked like a BTS member. Jin, right?” Jin nods in response, he opens his mouth to say something but Wheein beats him to it. “Look, Yoongi really hurt Y/N. She’s a nice girl and she really likes him.”

“I don’t get it.” Jin eyebrows furrows. “Yoongi told me that she had a soulmate. That she’s in love with her soulmate.” Jin crosses his arms. “I wanted to come and scold her for leading him on.”

Wheein glares at Jin harshly. Jin gulps and subconsciously takes a step back. “Listen here, Y/N is the sweetest girl ever. She wouldn’t do something like that. Your coward of a friend took off before she could even explain what she meant. But she did not lie about her feelings for him.” Wheein sighs before plastering a fake smile on her face, “Now would you like to order?”

Your head peaks out from the staff room as you hear Wheein voice get louder. “Wheein, you cool?” You asks glance at the man in front of her. Your jaw drops as you notice who it is in the shop. “What are you doing here?” You ask as you step forward.

“Y/N?” Jin asks. “I just…” His words get caught in his throat as he notices Wheein’s glare from over your shoulder.

You notice his attention is on her and nudge her away. “Go check in with Hwasa.” Immediately, her glare is replaced with a smile with a longing sigh. She disappears into the staff room and pulls her phone out of her pocket.

“Right…” Jin continues. “Yoongi is really hurt. He’s not eating or sleeping well,” he explains.

You shrug, “maybe he should listen to people instead of just running away.” You feign a look of disinterest, your guard is up.

“Will you talk to him?” Jin asks. “I just… he told me about you, you know. He said he was in love,” he watches as you chew on your bottom lip. “At first, I didn’t understand it. How could he be in love with someone who wasn’t his soulmate? But like, it is so obvious now that he is.”

“He probably doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“I want you guys to be in love. I want you guys to be so in love and happy and gushy. I just… I need it so that I can have hope, you know?” Jin sighs. “My intentions on coming here was to yell at you. But just seeing you now, I know that you are good for him. So please, will you come talk to him?”


Jin leaves the cafe crestfallen. He could get you to agree to stop by the dorm and talk to Yoongi. But you did agree that if Yoongi came to you that you would talk to him. That seemed more impossible, but it is the only thing that he has right now.

“Why didn’t you go with him?” Wheein asks you after Jin leaves. You are wiping at nonexistent coffee stains.

“If I were to pursue this relationship and things don’t work out, I’m left with nothing,” you explain. You don’t look up from the counter, you knew if you looked at Wheein you wouldn’t be able to explain to yourself. “I already gave a lot of myself to my soulmate. I don’t have much left. If I give it to Yoongi and we don’t work out, I’ll be left with nothing. But Yoongi… he still has a soulmate somewhere. I want to know that he is willing to actually work on this, us.”

“You’re scared that if he meets his soulmate that he’ll leave,” Wheein says as she rubs your back.

Taehyung forces his way onto Yoongi’s bed despite the protests and groans of the older boy. He brings the blanket over their bodies and cuddles into Yoongi’s side.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi groans as he tries to shove the boy away. “Why can’t any of you leave me alone?”

“I listened to the demo of the song you produced,” Taehyung comments. “It’s really good,” he compliments.

“It’s sad,” Yoongi retorts.

He is right. It is a sad song. Taehyung sighs as he wraps his arms around the older boys stomach. “True. I cried when I heard it. But that is what makes it so good. It’s real.” Taehyung bites on his bottom lip as he thinks over his words carefully. “You could really feel the pain when you hear it. Most sad songs sound superficial, especially songs about heartbreak.”

“Taehyung, what do you want?” Yoongi asks. He finally stops trying to push the other off of his bed, deciding that Taehyung wasn’t going to leave him alone anytime soon.

“I believe you, hyung,” Taehyung says. “This whole soulmate thing has stopped us from experiencing. I don’t know what heartbreak feels like. I most likely won’t because I’m lucky to have Jimin and I was a sitting duck until he came into my life. I won’t know what a first love is. I have only one love. My life is a constant stream of happiness. Even if we bicker, Jimin was meant for me so we will never have a really big argument. I think that biggest argument we had was when I didn’t fold the laundry when I said I would. But guess what? Jimin is my soulmate, so he didn’t even get that mad. We can’t be mad at each other, no matter how hard we try.”

“Thank you for reminding me how happy and perfect your life is,” Yoongi grumbles. “Thank you for reminding me how pathetic mine is.”

“That is not what I mean!” Taehyung whines. He sits up, causing the blankets to fall off of them. “Just listen. I don’t know what pain is!”

“That’s a good thing. Pain fucking sucks.”

Taehyung flails his arms dramatically. “No! It’s not! Yoongi, your song is absolutely beautiful because you know what pain is. You can write about real pain. But it also makes it so that you can appreciate that good things better. I take it all for granted because I never have a down. I’m all up up up up.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Yoongi scoffs.

“It is. Sometimes I get so tired of being happy all of the times.” Taehyung huffs. “I mean Jimin is great and all, perfect actually,” he ignores how Yoongi snorts at that comment. “Okay, I’m not explaining this well at all.”

“Really?” Yoongi comments sarcastically with an eyeroll.

“You’re music is beautiful because the pain is real. That is something that none of us will ever really achieve,” Taehyung stands up from the bed slowly. “I can’t sing about true pain. Neither can the rest of us.” He makes his way towards the door, “You asked me if I had ever met anyone who experienced heartbreak. I can finally say yes.”

Jin hums to himself as he stir the contents of the pot on the stove. He tries to occupy his mind away from thoughts on Yoongi’s new demo. The song had been beautiful but it was also sad. Jin couldn’t help but to feel slightly guilty about the situation.

“You know, I have never had my heartbroken.”

Namjoon’s deep voice startles him. He accidentally drops the wooden spoon into the pot which causes a splatter of sauce everywhere. “Namjoon, learn to announce your presence, will you?”

Namjoon gives him an apologetic smile as he picks up a towel to wipe up the mess. “I just… You told the others that I experienced heartbreak. But I never did.”

“I know that,” Jin answers. “I’m sorry for lying. I just couldn’t handle telling them about…” Jin makes gestures with his hands and purses his lips. “You were just a bit sad, but mostly hopeful.”

Namjoon nods. “At first I thought I was heartbroken. But it was more of a missing feeling, you know?” He tosses the dirty rag into the sink. “Is Yoongi really heartbroken?”

“Did you hear the song?” Jin scoffs. He then sighs and leans back against the counter tops.

“Soulmates never hurt that bad,” Namjoon responds. “They are made perfect for us. So perfect, that even when they die they leave us peacefully.” He eyes Jin curiously. “It’s not a soulmate that he is heartbroken about, is it?”

Jin purses his lips as he avoids answering. It didn’t matter, Namjoon already figured it out. “It’s complicated.”

“Are you heartbroken?”

The questions catches Jin off guard. His eyes widen and he subconsciously leans further away from Namjoon. He tears his eyes away from Namjoon and stares at the tile floor. “Some days I think I am.”

“And the other days?”

“Other days… other days I feel hopeful.”

It’s ten minutes from closing. You let out a long sigh as you finish up wiping all the tables in the cafe. It was a long day. Everyday is a long day when you don’t see Yoongi.

The door chimes as a customer walks in. You internally groan as you make your way around the counter. “Hi. What can I get for you?”

“A shit ton of caffeine?”

The familiar voice has you gasping as the rag you were cleaning with falls out of your hand. You look up to see Yoongi standing on the other side of the counter. You want to squeeze him into a tight hug but you also want to smack him.

“Three weeks,” you say. You cross your arms and narrow your eyes at him.

“What?” Yoongi asks.

“You made me wait three whole weeks, Yoongi. That’s what!” You snap at him. “You walk out on me without giving me a chance to explain and then you make me wait three whole weeks!”

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi drops his gaze to his shoes as he fidgets nervously. “I just… I’m not good at these things.”

You sigh before busying yourself by making his drink. “It’s been awhile since I had to make this,” you comment. “I hope it taste the same.”

“Anything you make will taste good,” he claims. You hand him his cup. He takes it out of your hands and place it on the counter, surprising you. You raise an eyebrow at him but he reaches over and grabs your hand. “Let me ask you again, I promise I won’t run away this time.”


“Do you love your soulmate?” Yoongi asks. He braces himself for your answer.

“Yes,” you answer. “I do love my soulmate.” Yoongi nods his head, urging you to continue. “I will always love my soulmate. But.” Your words halt as you notice Yoongi dropping your hands. You grip on tightly, refusing to let him go. “But, my soulmate passed away many years ago.”

Yoongi really shouldn’t feel so relieved. You had just announced that your soulmate died. It’s really not right to be celebrating this. But a part of him is glad that there is no competition for your heart. He can deal with you loving your soulmate as a memory as long as you loved him now.

“Do you love me?” He couldn’t hide the hopeful tone in his voice. He chastises himself for sounding too eager.

“I could,” you answer. You could see yourself falling for Yoongi easily. You could fall for the cold grump that turns soft a giggly for you.

Yoongi nods. He could work with that. He could build a relationship with you - someone who is not his soulmate.

“Did you fix it?” Jin asks him a week later when he notices that Yoongi’s good mood has returned. Yoongi looks over at his roommate with a smile.

“Yeah. It’s just a misunderstanding,” Yoongi answers. He tilts his head to the side as he looks Jin over. “I thought you would have been happy for it not to work out.”

“I would never be happy about you being hurt,” Jin responds, slightly offended.

“I mean, when I first told you about her -”

“I overreacted,” Jin interrupts. “Soulmates are sacred. But our friendship is more sacred Yoongi. You can’t help who you fall in love with, but you can chose who you want to make a relationship work with.”

Yoongi snorts. “Be careful there, Jin. You’re beginning to sound like Namjoon.”

“Yoongi,” Jin calls for his attention once more. He has a burning desire to tell him the truth; however, when Yoongi finally locks eyes with him, his temporary bravery is caught in his throats. He coughs once and gives Yoongi a sheepish grin. The words that falls out of his mouth next are not what he had wanted to say, but it makes Yoongi smile - and today that is enough for Jin. “Yoongi, you know you are leading a revolution here?” He stares as the red string wrapped around Yoongi’s index finger.

Yoongi laughs loudly. “Huh. Another thing to add to my resume. Min Yoongi: idol, rapper, genius, revolutionary leader.”

Come Back Down, Part 13

Title: Come Back Down Part 13

Rated: PG-13 for cussing, etc

Summary: Jensen and Y/N get an unwelcome, unexpected visitor.

A/N: Thanks for being patient with me. I finally saved enough to purchase a really cheap lap top and will hopefully be able to write and post a lot more efficiently for here on out. Thanks for reading my stuff! (Also, kind reminder that my views are not necessarily reflected here, but I needed a villain. Don’t roast me please.)

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The face that confronted me from Y/N’s front door was definitely not one I’d been expecting. “Danneel?” Just saying her name made rocks grind around my insides. Judging by just her expression, this was not going to be good.

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Anniversary Drabbles

With a few anniversaries coming up for me, I figured why not throw the Chocobros into some lovely little romantic situations. 



Dating the next Crown Prince does have its perks, you never really had to so much as ask for something, prior to it appearing in your apartment less than 30 minutes later. Like a pizza delivery service, but of gifts.

So on your and Noctis’ anniversary of dating, you didn’t really want to be spoiled, yet instead wished to show just how much you didn’t need all those artificial things, despite enjoying them greatly since they all served memories of precious times together. You just want to spoil your Prince the only way that you could.

You had awoken your sleeping beauty by littering a few kisses over his forehead, and cheeks, as he held you close in his sleep. It was already well beyond noon, and if you left it to him, this is how the entire anniversary would go.

“Y/n, five more minutes.” Noctis muttered, as he pulled the covers over both your heads.

You gave a laugh as you begun to lazily draw figures across his cheek, “Wake up, Noct. Are you gonna sleep the entire day away?”

Noctis gave a yawn, as he grabbed your hand pulling it to his face as he gave a soft nibble at your hand prior to placing a kiss to it. “That was part of the plan.”

You gave an over dramatic pout as you rolled over, moving from the bed, “Fine, I guess you won’t get that nice gift I slaved over.”  You call as you moved into the bathroom.

Somehow you managed to get the Prince out the bed, and in a shower with you, prior to getting dressed. Nothing too out there, he was always so use to being dressed by the others, and having to suffer from stuffy suits, today, he was able to get away with a simple shirt and short set, while you placed on a nice summer dress.

You grabbed a late lunch, being sure that no vegetables came within reach of the Prince’s lips, with silent apologies to Ignis. It was getting dusk, by the time you were ready to reveal your grand prize.

“Y/N, where are we going?” The now blindfolded Prince inquired as you lead him through a thick forest area, that Gladiolus told you about.

“We’re almost there, just a little bit longer.” You called, back, firmly holding onto the young man’s hand so that he didn’t run into a tree, again. Having to hid a giggle, as he almost tripped on the sudden change from dirt to wood.  “Wait here.”

Noctis waited in the dark, as he heard the slight heels of your shoes, echo across the wood. Hearing you shuffle around, before calling for him to remove the makeshift blindfold, his eyes adjusting as he stared ahead.

You stood, holding a new fishing pole in an over glorified box,  in the middle of a gazebo set in the  middle of a very secluded lake. The rod was perfectly cast and balance, at least you hoped, you and Prompto spent 2 hours testing out rods.

“Happy Anniversary, Noct.”  You call, as Noctis stepped forward, reaching out, as he plucked the rod’s box from your hands. Confusing you as he turned placing it down on the railing, before gathering you in his arms.

“Y/N.” He muttered against your hair.

Being with Noctis for so long, you knew how he was about these kinds of things, and that he was super happy with the gift, as you returned the hug. “You’re welcome, come on let’s test it out!”

Noctis slowly released you from the hug, when he began digging in his pants pocket trying to find something, only to pull out a small box. At first you thought it was a ring box, yet suddenly realized that it was too wide and long, as he opened it showing a tennis bracelet that matched the colors of his eyes perfectly.

“I…I knew you were saving up for it.” He muttered, glancing away from your before looking at you beyond his eyelashes.

A giggle escaped you, prior to pulling your boyfriend close, as you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. Only pulling away so that he could clasp it to your wrist, brushing his bangs from his face so that you could compare the blues, amazed at how well they matched, your other hand grabbing his as you pulled him forward.

“Come on, we can stay as long as you want.” You smiled, walking over to his new fishing rod, as you removed it from it’s box, as you held it toward your prince. Only to gasp as his hands found your waist, picking you up, as he placed you on the wood railing, before leaping up next to you.

A nice cast sent out, as he wrapped an arm around your waist, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. Both of you watching the sun set on the lake, as the stars begun to appear.

“I love you, my Prince.”

Noctis pressed a kiss to your temple, “I love you, my Princess.”


You honestly had no idea where your adorable sunshine of a boyfriend managed to find all this unlimited energy. Last night when he came home from his Kingdom duties, you had surprised him with matching Chocobo carnival t-shirts to go to the amusement park that had opened, for your anniversary.

The noise he made was very similar to the large yellow bird yet more pitched, before he gather you in his arms and begun littering your face in kisses. He than proceeded to keep you both up until 3 am showing how excited and grateful he was, that you set aside a four day weekend for the two of you to spend at the amusement park together.

“What do you want to try first, y/n?” Prompto beamed, as you both entered the gates, his large blue eyes shining in the sun.

“Whatever you want to do,” You smiled back, his smile still held that charm that made you beam back just as hard as when you first started dating. Almost regretting giving him free rein,when he took off in a fast pace leading you through the small early morning crowd.

Four roller coasters, three spinning rides, and a water ride later, you both found yourselves  getting hungry as you found a nice little stall that you split some food between the two of you. Only noticing the strange look on the blonde’s face as he stared at something across the square.

“What’s wrong?”

“Stay right here.” He smiled, placing a kiss to your cheek, before bounding across the square rather quickly.

By the time you had finished the last of you drink, the blonde had returned with a large bag, as he fished inside before producing two very goofy but adorable hats, that had a chocobo design in the front and a moogle on the back. All you could do is stare, as he handed the hat to you, realizing that he had also gotten them embroidered with your names.

“Prom,” You giggled, as you noticed the shine begin to fade from his eye, only to quickly reach up removing you high ponytail as you pulled it on. “How do I look?”

“So cute!” Prompto beamed, as he put on his matching hat.

“That’s no fair, you look so much cuter.” You pout playfully, only to break into giggles, as he begun littering your cheeks with kisses.

The actual day of your anniversary fell that Saturday, so you made sure to schedule the most important part on that day. Instead of going to main park, you instead provided the blonde with a matching jacket, knowing the blonde didn’t believe in sleeves, not that you didn’t mind. Handing him, his camera, and dawning you matching hats, having to laugh at the fact you had become that embarrassing matching couple.

You lead him to another part of the park, as it was split into three different areas, and you had spent all of yesterday in the amusement park, today you’d be going to the adventure trails and judging by how giddy the blonde had become he knew exactly where you were leading him.

The second he saw the Chocobos you knew that you had lost him, and he of course picked the black one by the name of ‘Cupcake’ and picked you out the cute purple one by the name of ‘Muffin’. Everything in you knew he had picked them mostly because of the silly names.

“Y/n! Look at that!” He pointed toward the large horned animals currently drinking from a watering hole.

“Super cute!” You called back, “Turn left up ahead, Sweetheart.”

The large birds led you up the trail to look over a cliff side, both of you dismounting as you got a much closer look to the overview of the park.

“Sweetie, I have to get a picture of you with this background!” Prompto called, as you moved to the area where he was currently focusing his camera.

“Don’t you think that it would be better with the two of us together?” You coo, as he balanced his camera on some rocks, setting the timer, as you both begun your own own impromptu photo shoot, which was of course just became more ridiculous as it went on, only to stop as you felt your phone vibrate.

“Who’s that?” Prompto asked.

“I’ve got one more surprise for you, but we have to head back to the hotel.”

A quick rush back to the hotel, found that dinner was waiting for you which was enjoyed with light laughter, and soft hand holding and reviewing the pictures of today’s hike. As dessert was being cleared, you were surprised when Prompto’s hand rolled over as he pushed something cold in your hand, only to gasp at the small ring. Obviously not an engagement ring, yet a promise ring.

“I know we haven’t talked about it a lot, but I know that one day…one day i’m going to see you down that aisle.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as he slipped the ring on your right ring finger, as you moved the candle from between you, you didn’t need another repeat of that incident, as you pressed your lips against his. Pulling away, as you whispered against his lips, “Meet me in the room in 15 minutes.”

By the time you heard your boyfriend slide his card into the lock, you had time to jump onto the bed hopefully in a very sensual pose.

“Y/n, are you…Holy Six.” Prompto gasped, as he stood in the doorway.

A smile tugged at your lips, as you glanced over you shoulder, wearing what only could be described as bunny girl costume that had a baby with a chocobo, shaking your large tail feathers at your boyfriend, as you cooed softly. Prompto finally took a step within the room, his  eyes trained on your’s before glancing to your breasts  enhanced by the push up in the top, down your sides, to your bare legs, large “feather”s covering your butt as you gave a wiggle, giving a giggle as his eyes followed the movement.

“Prompto,” You cooed, moving rather graceful from the bed, considering how heavy the tails were, as you moved across the room putting an extra sway in your hips.

“Bab..holy…just shit.” Prompto muttered, as you stopped just outside his reach.

You reach out to his hand holding his camera, as you raise it, ““Why not take a picture, it will last longer.” You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling at how entranced he was at you, his eyes never leaving your own as he began snapping picture after picture. Giving him your own private show, as you used almost every inch of the room as your photo shoot, and the looks Prompto kept giving you over the lense just seemed to fuel your fire.

After about the 20 minute mark, you reached forward plucking the camera from the blonde’s hands, setting it on the desk behind him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, as you gave half lidded eyes, pulling him forward, as you hummed softly to the tune of the Chocobo march.

“Please ride your chocobo all day.”

Prompto’s face lite up, as his freckles disappeared into a blush, as he moved forward pushing his lips to your own, wrapping his arms around you tightly. Picking you up with ease, as he stumbled to grab purchase under your tail feathers, as he stumbled to the bed, both of you falling to the bed as he proceed to do just that.


Today was suppose to be perfect! Today was suppose to be so freakin’ perfect! But no, some deity of nature had it against you!

You had finally managed to get Gladiolus, your big lug of a boyfriend, to take the weekend off to go do his favorite thing in the world, that wasn’t you of course. Yet NATURE had it out for you, you personally! It was suppose to be a relaxing weekend to celebrate your anniversary, that actually happened a few weeks ago, but life happens.

Your trip started super early in the morning about 6 am, so you could both drive out to the mountain areas surround Insomnia. You had got to the camping ground and set up camp, prior to Gladdy, suggesting to go on a morning hike to watch as nature came alive, super romantic!

Not being a huge fan of nature to start with, you enjoyed a nice walk in the park, but sleeping in a tent on the cold hard ground, was always a fight between you and the big nature lover that you fell for, yet somehow you always compromised, by you sleeping directly on top of the big guy. Not that either of you complained as you both did it at home too.  

“Y/n! Come look at this!” Gladdy called so cheerfully, already up the incline you were currently marching up. He never went out of sight, but the guy’s long legs, and eagerness allowed him to scale it much easier than yourself.

While you trailed behind him, wheezing softly about how Mother Nature was a whore! Almost as if she was a jealous girlfriend trying to steal him back, yet you were determine to enjoy this weekend!

Reaching the top, as you grabbed ahold of his strong arm to balance yourself, you both went on morning jogs together every morning, but this was torture to you, only to realize why.

You saw all the flowers surrounding you, and you prayed to the Six that you remembered to take your allergy pill.

“Isn’t this great!” Gladdy boomed, “My favorite things, nature, and…”

You’re not entirely certain why you jumped, you should have been used to it, as he grabbed a large hand full of your ass. “Gladdy!”

The tall man chuckled as he gave the cheek a swat before leaning down to place a kiss to your cheek, as you both gazed out to the wilderness before you. Even you had to admit, Mother Nature may have been a whore, but at least she was a very high class whore.

Yet that was quickly forgotten, when after Gladdy had suggested you guys keep going and seeing how far you could get before you settled down for a picnic lunch. Which just so happened to be in a field, that was quickly inhabited by a huge woolly creature that you didn’t get to identify as it charged toward the both of you obviously upset that you both decided to enjoy a romantic early lunch together.

You knew you had nothing to worry about,  as you were with the King’s Shield, but when 3 of them are charging at the two of you it was rather difficult not to let a few shrieks escape as you ducked and dodged out the way of the attacks, not wanting to hurt the animals as in all rights you were invading their home. While you lovely boyfriend, seemed to be having the time of his life, laughing and evening goading the beast on as you were fighting for your life!

The two of you made your way back to you campsite, covered in mud and sweat, and Gladdy just had to take a shortcut, which of course in Gladdy-nese meant the longest way possible. So about a quarter of the way there you were suddenly caught in a downpour! No warning, just rain!

“Looks like we won’t need a shower tonight.” Gladdy chuckled, as stared angrily at the sky.

When you reached you campsite, you wanted to shriek, you were cold, you were wet, and your campsite was in tatters, because a roost of random Chocobos decided that they did not agree with your choice of camping supplies and destroyed everything!  At least the cooler full of food lived.

“Well that’s no good.” Gladdy muttered before walking over to the cooler, easily moving it to his shoulder as he took your hand in his other. “I saw a cabin a little further back, let’s go see if it’s empty.”

You couldn’t do anything but allow the big guy to pull you along to the cabin, it was luckily empty, and seemed to be part of the park as a honeymoon location, that you wanted to spend the perfect anniversary with your boyfriend and as luck would have it, currently unlocked and fully stocked.

You managed to towel off, but found that your frizzy wet hair was beyond saving without any haircare products. All you wanted to do now was climb into your Gladdy’s lap, and stay there until this horrid weekend was over.


“Out front babe!”

You head out front to the porch, surprised to see the man had actually found a hammock and it managed to support his weight without bringing down the support beams. What you wouldn’t have given to see him struggle to get in it.

“There’s plenty of room.” He chuckled, patting his chest, knowing that you couldn’t say no to cuddling up with your favorite bed.  His laughter only becoming louder as you clamored to get in, before curling up in his arms. “Well today was eventful.”

You gave a soft pout as you nuzzled into his chest, listening to the sound of his heart and the rain falling around you. “It was suppose to be perfect.”

“It wasn’t?”

You gave a full pout as you buried your head in his chest, feeling frustrated tears trying to escape, “Everything was suppose to go smoothly, but everything kept getting ruined, my allergies, those large animals, and the tent.”

“Babe, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize your allergies were acting up. Are you okay?”

You quickly buried your head in his chest, as tears began falling, it wasn’t like you to cry, but you were so frustrated and angry at this point, “They weren’t that bad…” You cry weakly, hoping that he didn’t realize your tears were falling, only to gasp as a large hand found it’s way to the back of your messy, rain frizzed hair causing you to look up at him.

“Y/N, any moment I spend with you is perfect. I wouldn’t trade you for anything.” He chuckled, giving you a large boyish smile.

You want to pout, you wanted to, but his smile was so genuine and so reassuring, you had to bury your head back into his chest to avoid the embarrassing schoolgirl giggle that fell from your lips as the tears turned to joy.

“But a cup of ramen wouldn’t hurt.”

A loud bark of laughter left you, only to turn into a shriek of surprise, as he managed to pick you up and leap out the hammock all in one motion without a stumble. Had you tried alone, you would have easily landed on your ass.

“Where we going?” You ask, as he held you in the crook of his arm, before fishing around in his pocket, pulling out a necklace very similar to his own. You often toyed and batted at it, when you laid cuddled on his chest.

“Hope you don’t mind if we’re one of those dorky couples with matching jewelry.”  He replied, as he sat you down, before securing it around your neck. “Perfect.”

Standing on the tips of your toes, you reached up, singling that you wanted the tall man to pick you up. Allowing you to sit on his forearm the other arm, keeping you from toppling backwards, facing him, you arms securely around his neck, legs braced against his sides as you placed a kiss against his lips, “Just like you.”

“Now why don’t we go find a way to warm the both of us up.” He smirked, as you rested your forehead against his. “You ever did it in the rain?”

“No,” You muttered, “But I’d like to give it a try.”


It wasn’t often that you managed to sneak out of bed, as well as get up early enough to surprise Ignis. You often joked that the sun couldn’t rise without the man to wake it up, yet today you managed to do so. Smiling through a yawn as you shuffled the eggs around the skillet before you, it was suppose to be an omelet, but something happened and now you have scrambled eggs.

“Good morning, my love.” Ignis’ deep voice echoed in your ear, as felt a thrill go down your spine, the husky voice made even more so as he was still shaking off sleep.

“Good morning,” You whisper back, as he wrapped his arms around your waist holding you close, as he rested his chin against your shoulder. “I have some ebony on the table for you.”

“What would I do without you?” He smiled, placing a kiss to your cheek, as he sat down at the small two seated kitchen table.

You coo softly, as you load two plates, walking over to the table, setting his down as you swept his bangs aside placing a kiss to his forehead.

The two of you often didn’t talk through breakfast, instead choosing to enjoy it in each other company. You had already started the day off rather late, at least late to the two of you. Since you begun dating the tall sandy blonde, you knew he was a man of schedules, and this was the only day he ever requested off.

Well not so much requested, as Noctis forced him to take it off, explaining that nothing he, Prompto and Gladiolus did could be so bad that he couldn’t fix it when he got back. Aside from the Chocobo incident which still brought a chuckle from the two of you.

“What are our plans for the day?” You asked, picking up the empty plates as you deposited them in the sink.

“As it’s so nice outside, why don’t we enjoy the weather?” He suggested, as held out his hand, leading you to the bathroom, where the two of you enjoy a nice warm shower together.

“Where to, dear?” You asked, as you both exited the house, linking your arm in his. He wasn’t much for public shows of affection, which worked for you, simple hand holding, or linked arms allowed you to get  what you needed. Besides in private you got all the Ignis you could want.

“I plan to spoil you, my darling cupcake.”

You gave a playful pout, “Iggy, we’re suppose to share this day.”

“I’m honored to do so, and by seeing my love spoiled, means everything to me, my love” He replied, as he lead you toward the shopping area of Insomina.

You had to admit the man was poet with his words, no man so tall, suave and handsome should be real, yet here he was leading you in a boutique.

“Iggy!” You gasp, as he released your arm, pulling you hand to his lips as he gave a kiss to your knuckles.

“I’ll shall return in about 2 hours time, enjoy yourself, my heart.” He stated, before whisking himself out the door.

You wanted to be upset, and you want to pout, but found it so difficult to be upset when he called you those adorable pet names. Noctis, Prompto, and Gladiolus often joked that he only did it because he forgot your name and was to embarrassed to ask you. Yet you knew deep down that the man knew more about you, than you did yourself. Yet as your relationship blossomed and bloomed, you realized he did it so that he could always know when something was wrong.

“Mrs. Scientia, your husband has everything picked out, all you have to do is relax.”

“My husband…” You mutter softly, only to feel your face burn at the thought, yet couldn’t bring yourself to tell her any different as you were lead through the boutique.

Just as he agreed, Ignis had arrived in time to pick you within 2 hours, wearing a very suave black suit and matching burgundy tie to go with the dress he had picked out for you.

“My dear, you look absolutely, radiant.”  Ignis smiled, taking you hand in his, as he lead you to the nice restaurant down the street.

Of course the meal held nothing to the type of dining you received from Ignis everyday, yet it was nice to enjoy a sweet candle lit dinner with the perfection that was the man before you. A bright smile on your ruby lips never seemed to linger, as the man linked his fingers with your own.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No, no simply admiring you, my love.”

You may have just been emotional but you felt your eyes perk with tears as you grip on his hand tighten.Only to realize that he had shifted his hand to find something cupped under his hand, realizing it was a small red box, leave it to him to have that slight of hand.

“I wish I could provide you the moon, yet all I can do is give you this small little rock.”

“Iggy.” You smiled, as you opened the box, showing a rather decent sized pendant hanging on a necklace. Looking closer to see it had your and Ignis’ initials around it.

“So that you know you are always within my heart.” He replied, moving to stand behind you to put the necklace on you. It rested the perfect length to never  get caught in your clothing. “Shall we retire home for the evening?”

Linking your arm into the tall man’s, you balanced in your heels to stand tip toe as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, being certain to avoid  leaving a red kiss mark against him.

The dark evening air was perfect as he lead you home, providing you his jacket at the soft wind that blew through the streets. You we’re upset that the walk seemed so short, yet couldn’t control your joy as you entered the house, seeing he had planned dessert for the two of you to share together at home, all of the living room furniture moved out the room.

The atmosphere lite by fake candles, as a soft waltz echoed through the stereo system, wondering just how exactly that he could set all this up. Gasping as he removed his suit jacket from your shoulders to hang up before gracefully turning to you.

“My love, may I have this dance?” He asked, holding out his hand, at a slight bow.

You turned placing a manicured hand within his own large strong hand. “I would love nothing more.”

Pulling you to the center of the room, Ignis pulled you in a soft waltz, putting you in a spin, as he pulled you closer to himself than the dance required. Resting your head against his shoulder, you closed your eyes, imagining nothing more than being in this perfect moment. Gasping as he gave you a slight dip, opening your eyes when you noticed that he at some point within the dance had removed his glasses so you could stare in those beautiful green eyes undistrubed, as he leaned forward into the dip, pushing his lips against your own.

“Happy anniversary, y/n.”

“Happy anniversary, Ignis.” You smiled, back as he pulled you back up, into another waltz as the next song came on. “Should we get to dessert?”

“My dear, I have something else in mind for dessert.”

anonymous asked:

zutara & party? Maybe college party

Okay, hi! I’m sorry I’ve been out of the loop lately. I’ve been very busy and a little lazy to be honest. I really need to write more, and I shall write whenever I have the free time. Especially since Smutweek is coming up right around the corner! Thanks for reading, and staying with me through everything!

Zuko was at a regular party, a huge get together between the frat houses connected with the sorority houses. Zuko wandered around the party mingling and chatting with different guests, he looked over at his roommate Sokka, he was flirting with a few girls from a sorority house near where they were currently living.

As Zuko wandered around the vast expanse of the frat house, he suddenly saw her. She was standing alone by a table with a punch bowl on it, a red solo cup in hand, her arms crossed over her chest. She was wearing a blue party dress, and had her beautiful chocolate brown hair done in a braid with interesting hair loops on either side of her face. She looked cross as he watched her from a few feet away. She was beautiful, he thought to himself.

Zuko casually walked up to her, acting as if he were going to get a drink. When he reached the table, he looked at her from the corner of his eye. She seemed more annoyed than cross now that he had a clearer view of her. Zuko put some punch into a cup and walked over to her. He stood next to her casually, the brown haired beauty looked up at him. Zuko was at least a head taller than her, not towering over her, but a usual height.

She gave him an annoyed look. “What do you want? And no, I’m not going to go to an empty room to hook up with you.”

Zuko took a sip out of his cup and almost spat it out. What did his roommates put in this? Zuko swallowed the vile drink, and smiled at her. He felt a little dizzy, especially after drinking that overly alcoholic drink.

“Nothing. I just wanted to talk.” He smiled at her. Katara rolled icy blue eyes.

“So that’s what they call it these days?” She snapped. Zuko gave her a grimace.

“No, I just genuinely want to talk to someone. You seem like a wallflower that needed company.” He answered. Katara sighed, exasperated.

“I didn’t even want to come to this party. I don’t even know why I did. My friend Suki dragged me here just so she could see my brother. Who also happens to be staying at this house.” She turned towards him and took a sip of her drink.

How could she drink this vile stuff? Zuko felt obligated to take a drink of his, so he swallowed down his drink and held himself from gagging.

“Who’s your brother?” Zuko asked nonchalantly. Katara made a pfft sound.

“The life of the party at the moment.” She answered.

She looked over somewhere off into the other room. Zuko looked over and realized that she was looking at her brother, his roommate, chugging some beer out of a keg, upside down. Zuko smacked his forehead.

Of course her brother is his roommate, Zuko sighed. “Yep, he sure is the life of the party.” He mumbled. Zuko looked back over at Katara. “So, what’s your name?”

Katara smiled tight-lipped at him. “Katara. What’s yours?”

“Zuko,” He paused. “Yeah. Zuko.” He said awkwardly. He scratched at his head awkwardly. “I like your name, it’s very pretty.” Zuko smiled sheepishly at her.

“Thanks.” She smiled back at him weakly. They stood in silence for a few moments. 

Suki walked up to them, her gait uneasy and slurred. She almost fell over right in front of Zuko until he caught her in his arms. Suki giggled and look up into Zuko’s eyes. 

“Wow. You’re gorgeous. What happened to your face though?” She peered up at him curiously, then she tried to kiss him. Her lips puckering close to his face. 

She was definitely drunk. Zuko could smell the alcohol on her breath, he moved away from her puckered lips. Katara glared at her friend while Zuko blushed a deep scarlet. He ignored the comment about his scar. 

“So I guess this is your friend Suki?” Zuko asked, holding her up. Suki was giggling uncontrollable, hiccuping here and there. 

“Yep, that is Suki.” Katara sighed, “I can take it from here.” She reached towards Suki when Zuko scooped Suki up in his arms. 

“It’s okay. I can take you her back to your place. If you don’t mind?” Zuko asked Katara. He didn’t really think Katara would be able to hold her friend up on their trek back to their sorority house. 

“Okay.” Katara sighed. Zuko nodded curtly. 

They walked off out of the party.

The walk wasn’t long, and it wasn’t too hard to carry Suki back to the house. She was quite light, but he was worried she would get sick all over him, but he didn’t mind. When Katara unlocked the door and they walked inside, she flicked on the lights to the house. 

The house was very nice, it was nicer than his house that he was staying in. It was also very–girly. There were floral carpets all around, a few decorative plants here and here. Overall, it was a girly but nice. 

“Just up the stairs, we can set her in bed in our room.” Katara said meekly. 

Katara led Zuko up the stairs towards the room Katara was sharing with Suki. When they reached Katara and Suki’s shared room, he was taken aback. One side of the room was completely blue. Blue carpet under the bed, the Water Tribe insignia was hung up over the bed, and there was a blue duvet. The other side of the room on the other hand, was just a basic lime green colored blanket, a Kyoshi Warrior poster hung  up over the head of the bed. 

Zuko immediately knew which side Suki slept on, Zuko set Suki down lightly, holding her against him. 

“Mmm, you’re so warm.” Suki moaned. Zuko blushed once again, his internal body temperature was raised due to the cold outside, well, cold for the Fire Nation. 

As Zuko walked Suki over to the bed, she turned towards Zuko and smiled at him drunkenly. “Thank you.” After she thanked him, and turned pale, then she got sick all over the front of Zuko’s shirt. 

Zuko closed his eyes and sighed. This wasn’t the first time he was the victim of vomit, there were countless times when Sokka had thrown up on him. Zuko had a strong stomach, so he was able to clean himself up. 

Suki coughed and heaved. Katara was instantly by her side, patting her back, and holding her short hair from her face. Katara looked up at Zuko, blushing. 

“I”m so sorry.” Katara apologized, and helped Suki up and helped her into bed. Katara pushed back the covers and laid her in bed, she helped Suki out of her shoes, then pulled the covers up on her. 

“I’ll help get you cleaned up. Again, I’m so sorry.” Katara blushed furiously. Her blue eyes stuck out under her scarlet face. Zuko blushed at the sight of her. 

Zuko stepped out of the vomit, he carefully took his shoes off and set them where he stood, careful to keep the vomit from tracking everywhere in the room. Katara walked over to Zuko and grabbed his arm and led him to the bathroom. Her hands were cold against his warm skin, he couldn’t help but feel goosebumps as she held his arm. Her touch was electrifying, he couldn’t stop blushing.

After Katara led him into the bathroom, she smiled at him lightly. “Do you mind if you take your shirt off?” Katara instantly paused and blushed, “ I mean to …wash it?” She mumbled out awkwardly, blushing.

Zuko nodded and carefully lifted the shirt over his body, Katara helped him out careful to not get vomit on anywhere else on his body. When he took the shirt off, he turned it inside out and set it in the sink. When Katara saw his body she blushed, he definitely wasn’t scrawny. He also definitely spent hours in the gym, or in the bending arena. The pair stared at each other, Katara swallowed the lump in her throat. Those golden eyes were mesmerizing.

“I guess, I can take these to the wash. You can just-um-either come with me, or you can go back downstairs and sit on the couch and watch something.” Katara said, dragging herself out of her daze. She reached beside him and grabbed the soiled shirt from the sink. 

“No, it’s okay. I can help you with the wash.” Zuko insisted. Katara nodded and she walked out of the bathroom, Zuko followed suit. 

Zuko couldn’t help but think of how she looked at him when he slipped out of  his shirt, her eyes widened and she parted her plump lips. Zuko blushed as he thought of kissing her, those pink lips parting against his lips. He instantly shut that thought out, she definitely wasn’t into him that way most likely. 

Katara stopped by a closet underneath the stairs, she opened the washer and set it to the quickest setting to wash. After it started Katara stood back up and smiled at him. Zuko couldn’t help but smile back at her. 

“Thanks.” He said sheepishly. 

“No. Thank you. You didn’t really have to help me with Suki. Thank y-I mean, that was-” Katara stumbled over her words, distracted by Zuko’s upper body. Zuko chuckled and put a hand on her shoulder. 

“It’s no problem.” He chuckled. Zuko was amused by her words, and he smiled down at her. Katara pushed a think flyaway out of her face and looked up at him, unsmiling. Her gaze intense, her blue eyes shining against his. 

She reached up on her toes and kissed him on the mouth. Zuko was surprised for a moment, but then he closed his eyes and kissed her back. Her plush lips soft against his. She tasted good, besides the vile drink the boys concocted at his house, the alcohol was only a small taste on her breath. The kiss went from soft to hard. Their lips crushing against each other. 

This only was the beginning. 

*smut ensues* If you’d like me to continue this, just shoot me an ask or reply to this! Thanks for reading!

anonymous asked:

Can I request a drabbly thang for what Isaac lahey would do when you were on your period? Thanks doll xxxx

Or if not Drabble then a headcannon? (Isaac lahey request). I’m sorry if this doesn’t make any sense xxxxxx

It’s more of a headcanon, drabbles well I don’t really do drabbles, I do prompts but they’re more give me a piece of dialogue or a word or a theme and i’ll think of something.

  • Isaac is caring, he is and while he’s still young and things kinda freak him out since he doesn’t know much about them he does try his best
  • He reads up on what he can
  • He gets you hotwater bottles and blankets and anything you need
  • He’ll cuddle with you
  • He’ll fight anyone that thinks to make fun of you.

this will probably be long but please read it through to the end if you’re going to make a serious reply (or at least the section on the thing you’re addressing)!

basically it’s my stance on this awful aizy-boy discourse that’s been going on since it’s come up on my dash and honestly looking at some of the posts in the tag really frustrates me sometimes. i wanted to make a more informative (?) explanation on it for anyone who is confused or doesn’t agree with me. here we go!

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