yeah i can never choose so this question will be answered differently every time

Get Out.

Originally posted by tess453

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Deciding to stay in for a date, Peter and the Reader are faced with annoying and embarrassing comments from the whole team, who are unaware of their relationship.

Word Count: 2,428

Warnings: language, fluff, annoying avengers (??), embarrassed!Peter, embarrassed!Reader, cuteness, LOTR trilogy. (Let me know if I missed any)

A/N: Alright homies, I apologize it has taken me so long to upload something. I’ve been reaally stressed. So hopefully this is okay? For the anon that requested this, I hope you like it. I’d love some feedback, as always. Enjoy reading!

Dark, gray clouds blocked any source of light from shining through the big, thick glass windows surrounding every inch of the building.

The entire tower was filled with a solemn mood that spread into every corner and room.

Most of the team dreaded days like these, since it put a damper on their mood, (especially Steve).

You, however, cherished days like these the most.

It’s where you find your peace and inner self, no matter how depressing that may sound.

It helps you relax and release any stresses that corrupt your thoughts.

But the best reason of all is that you don’t have to leave the house, even if you had a date with Peter tonight.

However, thinking that idea through, you realized something.

The whole team would be here.

With Peter and you.

During your date.

Well, fuck.

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Punish me (Smut)
I did a thing. I figured it to be best if this was EXO member optional, since with this storyline you could end up with any EXO member really. God forgive me for I have sinned. 

Pairing: EXO member x Reader (You will have to choose one at a certain point, or read it nine times)

Genre: Smut

Edit: Apparently the first part can be classified under ‘humour’. My sister read this and she was laughing her ass off? I did not intend for this to happen but yeah… If it’s the same for you, enjoy.

Word count: 4670 words

Warning: Phone sex, Oral sex, explicit language.

Punish me:

“No, I’m not a free phone sex service!” I shout annoyed through my mobile and immediately cut the call, throwing my mobile onto the kitchen counter. Once, just once, I had been spotted in public with the members of EXO and that was the result; forty calls a day that begin with either “What are you wearing?” or “Tell me how wet you are”.

My mother is the fixed cleaning lady for the Exo dorm, but she broke her leg a few weeks ago. In agreement with SM, I replace her until she gets better. It is summer holiday and that way I don’t need to search for a summer job.

The guys from EXO are my age, so of course the relationship between EXO and me is different than the relationship my mom has with them. Whilst my mom is more a motherly figure, I am more of a friend. That’s why a few days ago, they asked me to go out for dinner with them.

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klance || truth or dare || 6.5k || nsfw

The paladins introduce Allura to the age-old Earthling game of truth or dare. Keith shares unwelcome knowledge about his sex habits. Hunk may or may not eat a sock. Somehow, sexual tension and relief ensues. Also, there are jokes.

i apologize for the memes, but be aware, it’s about 80% jokes, 20% smut

>> READ ON AO3 <<

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Vegas | Tease | Oops | D | Game | Mistake

Note: Whoo! Two days in a row, go me. I think I’ve got my mojo back.


  1. fluff. daveed. this is all i ask for. maybe a little smut?😏😏
  2. dom daveed SMuT pLS
  3. Diggs + smut = my request
  5. Daveed x reader where reader claims that she always has to fake orgasms when she’s with a guy and he says that he can change that and it ends it smuttttt

Word Count: 2711

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: SMUT and lots of it

“So a guy’s never made you come before?” Oak asked with his jaw hanging a bit open.

“Nope,” you said nonchalantly while scrolling through your Twitter mentions.

It was intermission of the second show of the day and you, Oak, Anthony, and Jasmine were all hanging out in Oak’s dressing room, talking about random topics. Now, the topic seemed to be focused on you because you had accidentally let the fact that you had never had a real orgasm during sex slip into the conversation.

“Ever?” Anthony pressed in disbelief, somehow not believing you.

“Never ever.” You confirmed, looking up to see all three pairs of eyes on you. “What?”

“Do you tell them what they’re doing wrong?” Jazzy asked.

“With the first couple of guys, yeah, but after a while, I just stopped because it wasn’t working anyway. I didn’t want to make them feel bad about themselves, so I just started faking orgasms every time. I just finish myself off after they go to clean up or something.” You shrugged.

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jakeburnsthings  asked:

I'd just like to say: Chloe coming into the Dupain-Cheng bakery specifically when Marinette's on cash register duty and asks the names of pastries she already knows but just wants to hear Marinette talk, and eventually Marinette catches on but does nothing because she enjoys talking to Chloe



Words: 1968

Sabine smirked as she pulled a tray of croissants from the oven. “Marinette. I think your favorite customer is here.”

Marinette finished tying her apron behind her back and was pulling her hair up and away from her face as she got ready for her register shift. “Who now?”

Sabine jutted her chin towards the front of the bakery and Marinette followed her gaze, allowing herself a sigh and a small smirk when she saw who was meandering near the counter. “Stop teasing, maman.”

“It’s not teasing,” Sabine said. “She comes only on the days when you’re working and seems rather enchanted with all of our palmier flavors. Moreso than anyone else I’ve ever seen…”

“Oh hush, maman!” Marinette blushed, gently tapping her mother’s shoulder. “It’s nothing like that.”

“Don’t keep the poor thing waiting,” Sabine smiled as she carried the croissants to the counters in the back. “She must be eager to see you if she came right when your shift started.”

Marinette puffed her cheeks out and headed to the counter where Chloe Bourgeois was waiting, leaving her mother laughing and grinning behind her. 

It started when Chloe had to come into the bakery to order a huge commission of mini-cupcakes for a dinner she and her father were holding. Because Chloe loved being difficult, Marinette had to take out all of their sample books, explain all of their flavors, all of their frostings, all of their fillings, and all of their options for garnishes for close to twenty-five minutes before Chloe was satisfied. Marinette thought Chloe was making her explain herself so much for the sake of being annoying until she came in the next day asking for detailed descriptions of all the chocolate cakes they had on display for no other reason aside from her being “curious about your selection of dark chocolates.” Marinette’s father was too close by at the time for her to tell Chloe to buzz off, so she humored her for twenty minutes before Chloe settled with just buying a regular old palmier and left without buying a single cake. 

It was maddening, and for the next couple of weeks Chloe would come into the bakery when Marinette was working and ask her to rattle off all that she knew about their pastries, breads, cakes, rush orders, and catering plans….only to leave without having bought anything she had shown such a deep interest in. 

It was ridiculous to think Chloe had a passion for baked goods, otherwise she’d bother her parents about this. It wasn’t as if Chloe was using this as an opportunity to make fun of Marinette seeing how she was oddly quiet and attentive whenever Marinette spoke. It wasn’t until last week that Marinette had finally picked up on the obvious. 

Chloe came just to hear Marinette talk. 

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“Choose Me” (ft. BTS’ Suga)

Before you could answer his text, your phone lighted up and flashed that Min Suga was calling you. He was always the impatient kind; the type to call instead of waiting for a text reply.

“Hi…” he barely breathed into the receiver, but there was no doubt that the voice on the other line was Min Yoongi. “…so, are you free?”

“I can be in your studio in 20 minutes, but again, why me?” Somehow, talking to him like this made your legs want to stand up and walk around your small dorm room. 

“Why not you? You were the one who heard it first and said that it lacked desperation and sadness…” He paused and you could almost imagine him pursing his lips in thought. “I think I know those feelings now. I made the song the way you described it, a song that would break your heart and still, you’d listen.”

“If you know that it already gives off that feeling, why do I need to listen?” you didn’t mean to sound so frustrated, but the pent up feelings just needed to burst out. 

“Because I wrote it while thinking about you.” As if he regretted admitting it, he immediately followed with, “…and you said it yourself, you’d listen… even if it breaks your heart.”

You remained silent, chewing on your lip as you looked at the photo of you, Yoongi and Jimin sitting on your cluttered desk. Jimin was in the middle, clad in his dance recital attire, while he had an arm over each of you with Yoongi clearly looking like he had been pulled into the photo while you were looking at the grinning younger boy. 


Your heart felt like it had been shot, hearing such a word being whispered by Yoongi’s low register, “It’s the only excuse I have left to see you.”

Finally, you nodded, even when he couldn’t see you and answered, “Okay, I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

“Thank you.”

You found the road towards Yoongi’s shared studio much easier than you thought and even your steps were much lighter than you thought they would be. With your scarf (or Jimin’s?) scarf tucked securely around your neck, you pressed the buzzer. 

Yoongi opened the door, with his hair disheveled and back to his original black, greeted your with a controlled your smile. “Y/N, long time no see.”

Trying to smile, you stepped inside the studio and unraveled your scarf. “Y-Yeah, it feels like ages have passed since I’ve been here. Not much has changed, huh?” 

“Except you and I…” he muttered and caught your startled gaze. “A-Anyway, take a seat.” 

He led you to the chair that he usually occupied, the high-backed computer chair was once a familiar sight to you when you spent your days listening to Yoongi’s music with Jimin either playing games beside you or napping on your lap. As you took the seat, you were reminded of simpler times… those short, sweet, golden days when you weren’t in love with Yoongi and Jimin was just your bestfriend. 

Yoongi handed you the headphones quietly and you closed your eyes just as the song began. Slowly, your heart constricted in your chest as you the song progressed. Compared to what you listened to months ago, this song felt completely different, as if it was a different song entirely and each word spoke to you on a deeper level. 

Just when the last beat dropped, a tear fell off the corner of your eye.

Removing the headphones from your ears, you slowly raised your eyes to meet his. “Wow… what can I say, Yoongi? It’s beautiful.”

“Wh-Who sang the demo? His voice is beautiful…” you commented, breaking eye contact and the long silence that followed, wiping your tears away with your sleeve.

“A freshman named Jeon Jungkook. He owed me a few things, so I made him sing.” Yoongi answered from the seat in front of you.

“And you wrote everything?” 

“Every note, every word.” he exhaled, looking past your eyes and straight to your soul. “I meant all of it too, Y/N. Even when you’re in front of me like this, I miss you. You’ve been avoiding me and I don’t know how else I can reach you.”

Yoongi gingerly took one of your hands in his. “I’m not good with words… but that’s nothing new, so I wrote a song instead. I hope it reached you, Y/N.”

You contemplated for long while and Yoongi knew that you needed the silence more than he did. Thinking back to that day when you stood in the hallway on the phone with Namjoon, unintentionally remembering the whole conversation and the way the late afternoon light created colors in his hair, and how that moment felt like the answer to the question looming over your head, but now, you weren’t so sure. 

“봄날. That should be the title.” you squeezed Yoongi’s hand and added, “It reached me well, Yoongi.”

Yoongi brushed his thumb over your knuckles, “So what happens now?”

“I don’t know.” You sighed, answering his question by another, “Someone once told me that you can choose who you can fall in love with. Do you believe that?”

“No.” he paused. “Well, actually… I don’t know.”

“Why? Why not?” you pressed, trying to meet his eyes which were looking at your hands. 

“I’ve never loved anyone but you.” his gaze was sincere and warm in contrast to his cold touch. “Y/N, you’re my best friend and it took me a while to realize, but I know it now. I made you wait for such a long time, but we’re here now and you don’t have to do anything, I will come for you this time.”

Dachi’s words suddenly manifested itself in your head. 

‘He just doesn’t know how to love anyone including himself.’

You inhaled with closed eyes, his words brought back the answer that you lost, “Jimin… He… He once said that we all do unfair and selfish things for love. Do you also believe that?”

6 Months Later…







Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

Pairing: ReaderxYoongi/ReaderxNamjoon/ReaderxJimin/Readerx?

Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Nineteen Point Five Twenty Twenty One Twenty Two (END) Epilogue

a/n: If there’s 2 things that you need to know about this chapter, it’s that I didn’t intend for it to end like this and this was a DEAD GIVEAWAY about the ending. :) hit me with your best theories! I suggest listening to spring day while reading this!!! (I know I did.)

Stuck in the Middle (with You)/Awesome Crowley

[For a meta about Reservoir Dogs and Tarantino’s use of gay subtext, click here.]

I don’t want to be the person who ruins everyone’s fun, so I’m saving my one big criticism of this episode for last. This meta is completely positive, even saccharine, until the very last paragraph. Also, I’m borrowing one of my favourite AO3 tags as a title because, let’s face it, Crowley was the real hero of this episode and where the action was, and that’s perfectly okay and long overdue. Crowley’s been around for years now, and he’s gone through huge bouts of character development, and yet we still know next to nothing about him and he’s often treated like an afterthought, both by our heroes and by the writers. This episode finally (finally!) corrected that, because no matter how intriguing and plain beautiful everyone was, Crowley was magnificent - as I fully expected him to be.

After all, they’re good - but he’s Crowley.

Like anyone with eyes, I loved everything about this episode, and especially how it was filmed. I have to say - this is the first episode in a long time that actually had me in tenterhooks about a possible character death, because you never know, right? Theoretically, Crowley could die, and so could Cas. Theoretically. And also the music, did I mention the music? I think that scene of Cas crawling away from Ramiel and the shot of Ramiel stabbing him - that’s just become my favourite Supernatural scene ever, bar none. It was so powerful and dramatic and visually magnificent and that damn music - wow

I adored that symbolism, because Cas’ been a Christ figure for a while now, and seeing him like that, on his back, defeated and stabbed by a lance - you can’t get more Golgotha than that. Beautiful stuff.

I also loved that this episode was, in a way - off-centre. Sam and Dean were there, of course, but the story was not focused around them. The real protagonist was the supernatural world itself - Cas, Crowley, Ramiel; even Lucifer, to me, was more present than he’s been in a while, what with this vague threat of his child hanging over the world, and him taunting Crowley and flashing his red eyes at this most undemonic demon in the very last scene. The truth is, I love everything about Sam and Dean, and that includes the incredibly talented actors who play them, but I feel the show could benefit greatly from approaching their story from a different perspective every once in a while. I’d love to know more about their childhood, for instance, or about this world of monsters and hunters around them; and a completely Outsider POV episode is, at this point, something I’d probably sell half my soul for.

Anyway - lately, this show reads like very good fanfiction, and considering how engaged, loving and talented this fandom is, this is high praise. I particularly appreciate the fact they’re going back to important plot points and filling them in with completely new details - after all, we’ve been wondering for years what’s up with demonic eyes, or how Crowley became king in the first place (or, at least, I know I did). This new class of demons appearing out of nowhere - creatures powerful enough to wield an archangel’s weapon - that’s incredible stuff. I’m guessing we’ll see more about them, and I can’t freaking wait.

So, yes - Ramiel was spot-on. Jerry Trimble managed just the right mixture of underwhelmingly normal and terrifyingly amoral - so much so I’m sort of sad we didn’t get to see more of this character, even if everything about him, including his death, was handled just right - there was no room for anything more.

My one slight criticism there would be the fizzling nature of Cas’ abilities. For instance, didn’t we establish that Cas can smell lies? So why couldn’t he guess Mary was hiding something? And what about demons’ true forms? I always assumed Cas could see that (was it ever stated in canon? it must have been), and I was therefore almost disappointed that Cas couldn’t recognize Ramiel for what he was. Maybe it can be explained away by him slowly becoming closer and closer to a human being - I don’t know. In any case, I’m truly appreciating how obsessed everyone seems to be with him lately. After years of taking angels for granted, we’ve got two characters in short succession fangirling over angels (in a creepy, murderous and definitely non-con way, but still) - and, yeah, I know that basically everyone spent the entirety of Supernatural pointing out how different and unique Cas is, and I’m grateful for that, but it’s also nice to get a reminder that angels are awesome (in the other sense of the word) in and of themselves.

(I’m still loving Mr Ketch, by the way. Aaaaaw.)

Let’s now come to our unsung hero: Mr Crowley.

Crowley was magnificent in all this. And we’ve now learned he never seriously planned to become King of Hell - my headcanon, which I’m considering confirmed, is that Crowley simply wants control. He’s been tortured for a century or more as some demon tore his human soul out of him, and he’s never putting himself in that position again, which is very sensible of him, and also very Scarlett O’Hara.

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New Besties

This wasn’t actually requested because i have been having a really hard time writing requests lately. Fear not though the requests will get done at some point. 

Jughead x reader 

Reader is new to Riverdale and she ends up being friends with Cheryl but Jughead helps her end that friendship since she hates Cheryl

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Being one of the river vixens was hard already. Put that on top of being one of the shyest people alive. Not fun. Cheryl Blossom had taken a liking to me if you could even call it that. I was new and right as I stepped in she came and spoke to me. It was nice to have someone actually speak to me since I didn’t know anybody but now I want her gone. She is the devil in a pretty girls body.The first time I noticed something might be off was when I talked about homework with her


“Ugh. my creative writing teacher is giving me an assignment.” I complained as I sat with three of the girls after cheerleading practice

“What’s the assignment” Anna, one of Cheryl’s minions asked me.

“I have to write a four-page love story with at least two cliches,” I said. I didn’t even know what the hell I was gonna use but then something or more like someone gave me an idea. “Maybe I’ll write it about a popular girl who is in love with a geeky guy nobody notices.” I started but Cheryl caught me off before I finish my epic story about my own life. I was unbelievably in love with Jughead Jones but he didn’t notice me.

“Ew. Those girls are so gross. Like if you’re popular you should try to keep being popular hanging with the outsiders isn’t gonna help you in the long run” she said. I didn’t really pay attention, though. Jughead had sat down and I noticed how he started typing away on his computer. “Right Y/N,” Cheryl said.

“Yeah sure,” I said not really having known what she had talked about.

End of flashback

I sat with the other cheerleaders talking about who our lab partners were. I was more than happy with mine. I had finally after 4 months of waiting been paired up with Jughead on something. “Yeah, that sucks. Luckily I got Reggie.” Cheryl said. I turned to look at her with a questionable expression.

“Really. You think that’s lucky. Reggie knows about as much as my little 3-year-old-brother” I commented making the other girls laugh.

“Yeah well at least mine isn’t creepy” she said referring to Jughead. I turned around and looked at him. He was sitting all alone in the corner of the cafeteria.

“Jughead isn’t creepy. He’s actually really nice, we have creative writing together” I said making Cheryl the one with a questionable expression.

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Mitch Marner - Hatred

Originally posted by tboobs

Request: “  hey can you do an imagine where the reader is auston matthews best friend but her and marner act like they hate each other when they really love each other? Maybe have them admit that they really love each other after one of them accidently yells it out during a huge fight (maybe the reader is all over one of the other guys on the team and mitch is secretly jealous so he starts an arguement?) and then they both realize what’s up and potential make out sesh :) “

Highkey in love with this request just saying.

Warning: Foul Language

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Disastrous || Joe Sugg

Originally posted by luminescent-jaspar

Requests are currently [ OPEN ]

Masterlist can be found [ HERE ]

Word Count: 1.2k+

Summary: In which you and Joe broke up two years ago, and yet when he calls you up one night, slurring his words, you can’t bring yourself to hand up.

Dedicated too: My little snowflake emilie, @emiliesnowflake , who personally requested a Joe imagine quite a few hours ago and I just couldnt let her go without.

Disastrous. That was the only word that could describe your past relationship with Joe. You were both far too young when it happened, and things progressed way too fast. You both fell head first into the ground and didn’t know how to handle it. He’d only just moved to London and was living with Caspar Lee at the time; he was young and naive, and you were even younger and even more naive.

Your break up was messy, an hour of screaming and shouting and tears before eventually you just ended things and stormed out of his apartment, slamming the door behind you and only ever hearing from him once after that. He sent you a text the next morning, after you spent the night sobbing into your pillow, that simply read ‘I’m sorry’.

You read it, but didn’t bother to reply. It wasn’t worth it; the relationship had been toxic, and by then you’d both become more of a brand than a couple. You knew that your fns would wonder why you suddenly weren’t in any of Joe’s videos, and even more so his vlogs; but you pushed that worry away and focused on yourself for a while. You hadn’t done that in a while.

You stared at yourself in the mirror for hours, questioning very detail about yourself - until finally you logged onto twitter and began replying to some tweets, reassuring everyone that you were okay but would just be absent from social media for a few days seeing as you needed some time to yourself.

Just reading the loving messages that people had sent you, even the short text you’d received from Zoe, which simply had two red hearts; and even though they may not have seemed like much to anyone else - they really meant the entire world. You initially thought that everything would fall apart, but your friendships held strong and even when Joe revealed that the two of you had intact broken up in a Q&A two weeks later, the fans didn’t choose sides. Instead they supported you both, and it made you feel wonderful.

Now, three years later, you still thought back to your days with Joe on occasion, and instead of making you sad, it made you smile. Your relationship hadn’t ended well, and you would forever regret letting that happen, but you’d shared a few tweets and you knew for a fact that he still watched your videos and ditto. He still meant so much to you: even if things could never go back to how they were before. He was your first real relationship, and you’d forever cherish that.

But the moment you received a phone call from Zoe in the middle of the night, you knew that maybe, everything wasn’t so alright. You were already awake, like the night owl you were, and so you answered the call within seconds, your face scrunched up worriedly. “Zo, what’s wrong? Is everything okay? Has someone died? Oh god I hope nobody’s died.” You squeezed your eyes closed and forced yourself to stop your nervous rambling, but when nobody on the other end of the line spoke, you quickly made sure they hadn’t hung up before frowning and pressing the phone beck against your ear. “Zoe, are you there?”

“I’m sorry..”

The familiar voice on the other end of the line made your eyes widen, but you scramble dup onto your knees nonetheless and held onto the phone tightly. “Joe?”

“I’m sorry for making you think I was Zoe, but I knew you wouldn’t answer if I called you from my phone.” His words were slurred, and you knew immediately that there was no way he was sober. He giggles on the other end of the line, and you couldn’t help but purse your lips in an attempt to hide your smile. “Did you know, that I think about you all the time?”

You know you should probably hang up, and text Alfie and ask him to go and check up on the obviously pissed man - but instead you decide to keep him happy and stay on the phone. To be honest, you’d missed his voice more than you were willing to admit. You smile softly at his admission and shake your head, almost forgetting that he couldn’t see you. “You do?”

“Mhm. I miss you every single day.” His voice is quiet, soft and gentle as you hear him shuffle around a little. He sighs, and you can almost picture the sleepy pout on his face. “I wish you were here with me so I could tell you that I’m sorry.”

As he speaks, you get comfortable on your bed, and frown sadly at his words. “Why’re you sorry?”

He sniffles, and your heart clenches in your chest. “I just- that night, when we broke up, I was wrong. I was so so wrong and I shouldn’t have shouted at you and I’m sorry.”

You press your lips together as a tear rolls down your cheek, and you laugh, but your voice cracks mid-way through. “It’s okay, Joe. Wo were too young, too immature. We would never have worked, you know that, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” he breathes out slowly, and she chews on the inside of her cheek nervously, waiting for his next words. “I just wish that instead of screaming at eachother we’d have spoken calmly about our feelings. Maybe things would’ve been different, maybe you’d be here with me now..”

You blink quickly and glance to your left of the photo of you and him whilst on holiday in Italy, something you’d never quite been able to bring yourself to move. “We would’ve snapped eventually, Joe. It was just a matter of time, and you know that.”

“It doesn’t matter! I still miss you!” He raises his voice, overwhelmed with emotion after speaking to you directly for the first time in two years. You flinch a little, not expecting the volume of voice. “I miss you every single day and body understand why, but I do! I love you, I love you so fucking much and I don’t know why I still do and why I can’t stop myself from feeling this way but that’s just the way it is.”

“Joe, I need you to calm down, okay?” Your voice is calm, but on the inside you’re whole stomach is turning. “Listen to me, love, I need you to take a deep breath, and then hang up the phone, okay? Then you’ll go and drink a big glass of water, give your sister her phone back, and get some rest. Can you do that for me?”

He hums softly. “Why can’t you be the one to hang up?”

You smile sadly, and shake your head. “I don’t think I’ll be able too.”

You both stay quiet for a while, simply listening to eachother breath before Joe inhales suddenly. “Goodnight, princess.”

You squeeze your eyes shut at the familiar nickname, and have to force a reply out of your mouth. “Goodnight, Joe. Get some rest.”

“Okay.” He sighs, and you wait patiently until you can no longer hear him breathing on the other end of the line before dropping the phone onto the bed and running your hands down your face.


ASKS - Names

Asks sent to my main, answered here. Themes - what’s a true name, exactly?

  • Anon said: So what happens with people who have officially changed their names? I’m thinking especially for trans students who change names to match their gender, but anybody who’s gone through the process of legally changing names. Would their deadname still be their “true name” as far as the Gentry are concerned?
  • Anon said: how would the name thing work with deadnames? would the deadname be the “real name” or the name from birth?
  • Anon said: What if you legally changed your name? Would that still hold power or something or just your birth name?
  • Anon said: More for the name things: What about trans students? My name is Lucian but my birth name is completely different. Which one would count as my true name?
  • Anon said: In terms of trans folks at EU, would their birth name be the one that could control them? Or would it be their preferred name?
  • Anon said: About the name thing, how does that work for trans people? Do the fae go by birth certificate or what you believe as your name?
  • Anon said: What about preferred names? Like I don’t feel any attachment to my birth/legal name and no one calls me by it. What would be considered dangerous to use?
  • orendork said: EU question: Would a trans person’s real name be their birth name or their chosen name?? Like would it be safe to go by a chosen name?
  • lupus-lunarem submitted: At elsewhere University if you have a legal name change which name is then used against you? Your birth name or changed name?
  • Anon said: In response to the question of “true names”, I wonder if the Fae could be tricked by the giving of a deadname. Perhaps a trans person/someone who changed their name for personal reasons might be able to give a member of the Folk their deadname as a part of a bargain & the faery would accept it as a part of the bargain, since more antiquated traditions might designate that as the “true name”. However, since the person’s deadname doesn’t really have power over them, the bargain could be safe while remaining valid
  • zeromylesperhour said: I rly liked your idea of the trans kids playing games for simple things like voice changes. I’ve also always thought about how true names would work in that situation! Like a faerie might think it has power over a trans kid because it knows their “name” but it’s their birth name and not their real name.

Especially in a place where belief holds such power as it does at Elsewhere University, your true name would be your preferred name - the one that means you, heart and soul. While on campus, you should keep it secret from all but those you trust with your life. Your deadname would have no power over you. The legal status of your true name doesn’t matter; it draws its power from the weight and identity you give it.

As far as the Gentry are concerned, in folklore one’s true name was often synonymous with one’s birth name, and I imagine that because of this, for a time after Elsewhere began to seep back into the world, they would ask a birth name as a price for a boon, and occasionally be very, very surprised when it was given without a fight and held no power at all. They have learned to be more careful for what they ask for since then, but not after several rather embarrassing deals, and every once in a while one of the more antiquated Fair Folk will make this mistake over again.

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Routine Part Four (Lin x Reader)

Prompt List||Request Something||Masterlist

(Part One)(Part Two)(Part Three)

requested: yes

Prompts Used:

75) “I’m sorry that I slapped you across your stupid face.” “Are you really sorry though?” “No, and it’s probably going to happen again.”

Summary: What to Avoid When Writing a Musical

Warnings: a lot of swearing, teen!lin being a total asshole (the peak of jerk teen!lin so far), reader not dealing with his bs

Words: 3175

People who want to be tagged (for some reason that will never make sense to me): @yayhamletnonstop, @old-manmiranda, @sharkastic-issues, @fangirlwithasweettooth, @nesthemonster, @defenestrate-yourself-please, @randomfruitsofhappiness, @always-blame-jefferson, @itsjaynebird, @just-a-random-fandom-24, @unknown1200, @theselfishllama, @chloehamiltonn, @love-doesnt-discriminate

(for some reason it won’t let me tag @colbertandlin-manuel so can someone tag them please??)

Originally posted by alexanderhamllton

“Hey, Y/n! I have a question!” Lin runs up to you and starts talking as you start to walk home after school on a Wednesday. “So, for this whole ‘what to avoid thing’, what topics are we going to use?”

“Oh, I have a whole list, but it’s at my house.” You point to the dirt path that leads to your neighborhood. It’s the you take every day.

“Oh. Okay, that’s fine I can wait until I come over later. See you then!” He starts to walk in the opposite direction. You mull over a thought in your head, and before you know it, it tumbles out of your mouth. 

“Why don’t you just walk home with me? I m-mean if you don’t want to or if you have something else to do, t-then you can come at the normal time-” You start muttering random things, in the hopes of redeeming yourself from something potentially very awkward, while looking at anything but him.

“Hey, hey!” He tries to stop you, but you don’t recognize it so you continue to mumble words under your breath. “whoa whoa WHOA!” He chuckles at your nonsensical rambling, which cause you to stop. 

“Stop talking for two seconds, please? I mean, I know you like speech but geez.” You glare at him, about to yell a response at him before he cuts you off once again. “Uh-buh-buh. No more talking. You talk way too much. Anyways, I’ll walk home with you, but you might have to wait here while I go to the creative writing room to get my project from my teacher.”

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Pull Me Closer

Hey guys! I spent all day writing this because I couldn’t get it out of my head. I hope you enjoy it.

Namjoon x Reader Soulmate AU

(There is character death, it’s minor though)

Originally posted by ilalisa

You stared down at the red string twisting up your pinky finger with disdained as the lecture droned on in the background. You always hated this string. Why should a simple string have so much power over our lives? Why were we destined to fall in love with whoever was tied at the other end? In your opinion, it was extremely unfair.

“Has anyone ever cut their string?”

You glanced up from your string and looked at the fellow classmate who asked the question. You scoffed at the question. Cut the string? You had tried nearly a million times to cut your string. There is no way that someone else was able to succeed.

You tried to cut the string with scissors from your mother’s sewing set. She walked in on you snipping at the air around your finger and knew exactly what you were attempting to do. A gasp escaped her lips as she smacked the scissors out of your hands. “What are you doing?”

“Cutting the string,” you grumbled.

“How are you supposed to find your soulmate if you cut your string?” She questioned. Her eyebrows are arched. Her hands are placed on her hips as she stared at you with narrow eyes. “Don’t be stupid.”

However, if she could see what your string looked like, she would probably want to cut it off as well.

“Only once in all of human history,” your professor answered. Your head snapped as you looked over at your professor. She was an older lady with gray hair and glasses that wore long skirts and sandals. She stood at the front of class with the text book in her hands. “It’s more of a myth than actual history. A couple broke the string somehow. Scholars argue over how they managed to do so. Some say they burned it. Other say that that they cut their fingers off. But the myth says goes that the female was betrothed to a Prince - a man that wasn’t her soulmate. She agreed because at that point she was older and hadn’t met her soulmate yet. However, a few years after the marriage, a rich merchant comes into town and it’s her soulmate. And if you have met your soulmate already, you know that the bond is very strong. They can’t keep away from each other and have an affair. The Prince finds out about the affair about two years later. At first he wanted to execute his wife’s soulmate. The wife convinces him not to. Instead, he banishes the merchant from his kingdom.” The professor paused her story and took a deep breath. “If you guys ever had to take a trip away from your soulmate, you’ll know the feeling of despair that the couple must have been going through. It’s a feeling of emptiness and nothingness. You just don’t feel complete.” Her voice got softer as she explained this part. “So to put an end to their misery, they decided to break the string. Their theory was that if they break the string, they break the bond.”

“Did it work?” Another student asked. “Did they really break the bond?”

“They died soon after breaking the string. No one really knows if it worked. The myth says that when they broke the string, they angered the Gods. So the Gods punished them-”

“Punished them?” A student gasped. “That seems unfair. They were only trying to survive their situation. Maybe the Gods should have made it easier for them.”

“They defied what the Gods have chosen. Yeah, maybe the Gods could have made it easier but maybe the wife should have left her husband for her soulmate,” the professor argued. “Anyways, the Gods destined them to be born on separate continents so that they could never meet.”

“That’s supposed to stop them from meeting?” Someone asked.

“In the time period that this happened, yes. People still traveled on boats and it was usually only merchants and pirates- and soldiers during wartime. This wasn’t in our time when we could just take a plane anywhere.”

“You said that some scholars believed that the burned the string?” The question was out of your mouth before you even realized it. You chastised yourself for speaking out.

The professor gazed over at you. “There is a lot of debate. But yes, one theory is that they burned the string.”

Your friends always described how their string is pulled taut. They described how they could feel a pull and a tug on the string every now and then. They always got so excited. It meant that their soulmate was near.

Looking at your string now as you sat at your dining table, your string wasn’t pulled and stretched tightly. In fact, it never has been. Your string was loose. It pooled around your feet. You would find yourself tangled in it. It looped and had knots. It just doesn’t look like how anyone else describes theirs to look like. It doesn’t look like how the textbooks describes it.

You sighed as you grabbed a candle. You lit it. You stared down at the red string before hesitantly lifting it up. You held it over the flame and just watched. For a moment, it looked like the flame engulfed it but when you pulled your finger away, the string was still in perfection condition.

You let out a defeated groan as you hand falls onto the table with a thud. Life is so unfair.

“Does your string still look different?” You stood in line with your best friend, Cailey, as a local coffee shop. “You still don’t believe in soulmates?”

You rolled your eyes and huffed. “Soul mates are so overrated,” you answered as you moved forward in the line. “Why should a string dictate who we fall in love with? We should be able to chose who we love.”

Cailey chuckled and patted your back. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll find your soulmate one day and he’ll change your whole opinion on it.” She smiled hopefully at you. “Besides, the string doesn’t decide who you’ll fall in love with. There are platonic soulmates too, you know. It’s just easier to fall in love with your soulmate because they are supposed to compatible with you.”

You sighed before turning your attention back towards the front of the line. There was still about four people in front of you. You still didn’t like the idea of a string choosing who fits with you. What made this red string so special?

You were walking to class the first time you ever felt it.

You didn’t realize it at first. Your attention was on getting to class that slight tugging feeling went unnoticed. You weaved your way through the crowds. When you had stepped around a particular group of girls, you overheard a bit of their conversation.

“Are you going to the BTS concert tonight?” the shortest one with curly hair had asked excitedly. You glanced over at her as you walked by. She was bouncing on her feet with a huge smile on her feet. “I still can’t believe I got tickets.”

“Of course. I’m going to see Rap Monster!” Someone had answered her. Your mind had barely processed her words because you felt the biggest tug on your hand. It caused you stumbled back and fall onto your butt. The girls all turned to help you up.

“Oh my gosh are you okay?” the shortest one asked you.

“Yeah,” you answered. You looked around you, trying to see if you could spot who had pulled you back. “Did you see who pulled me?” You asked.

“No one pulled you,” the girls answered.

“It must be your string!” one of the girls gasped excitedly. “You’re soulmate must be nearby!” The rest of the girl squealed in excitement.

You opened your mouth to protest. You were ready to explain how their assumption was wrong. But your gaze fell onto your finger. Your eyes widened and jaw dropped.

This was the first time you had ever seen the string pulled taut. It was the first time that the red string wasn’t pooled around your feet. It was the first time it was tangled around you. It was the first time you had ever seen it stretched.

“What?” you gasped quietly.

“Can you still feel the tugging?” the shortest one asked. “If you can, he might be close enough to find him.”

You shook your head. Your mind was too amaze to answer.

“What’s a BTS?” Cailey friend stopped walking to look at a poster hung up in the window at a market. You stopped walking as well.

“I think it’s a band or something. These girls were talking about a concert earlier today when-” You words are stopped as your eyes fall onto the poster.

“They’re kind of hot, huh?” She giggled.

It’s the second time in your whole life that you felt a tug on you string as you stared up at the man with dimples who stood in the middle of the poster. There were others on the poster but your eyes were glued to him.

“Does he look familiar to you?” You asked Cailey as you point to him.

“Nope. I have never seen him before.” She answered. She raised an eyebrow as she looked over at your face. “Why?”

“I…” There was a feeling of nostalgia and longing as you stared at him. For some reason, you just wanted to reach out to him. You could feel tears building up in your eyes. You quickly blinked them away and teared your attention away from the poster. “He just seemed familiar,” you explained with an airy chuckle. “I probably saw his picture online or something. He must be famous to have a concert, huh?”

“Yeah. That’s probably it,” she quickly agreed. “Let’s get some snacks,” she grabbed your hand and pulled you inside of the market.

You woke up the next day and immediately looked at your string. You sighed in disappointment as the string is tangled in your blankets. Yesterday was too good to be true. It must have been a fluke. Or maybe the gods liked to play with the hearts of innocent girls.

It hardly seemed fair that the bliss of knowing that you had a soulmate, the happiness of knowing that there was someone out there for you, the contentment of knowing that your weren’t destined to be alone could only last for less than a day.

You should have never bought into the whole soulmate thing. It seemed that your were destined for disappointment.

You heaved your body out of your bed and headed towards the kitchen to make coffee.

“Namjoon, are you okay?” Jin had approached him during a studio session. It was just the two of them because Jin had told him he only wanted to re-sing a part of a song they were working on.

Namjoon looked up his computer and over at Jin. Jin had a clear look of concern on his face as he worried about his younger member. Namjoon brows furrowed at the question. “Yeah, I’m good. Why?”

“You just…Since we got back you have been acting strange,” Jin explained as he nervously played with his fingers. “You’ve been staring at your string a lot lately… did something happen?”

“No…It’s nothing. Thanks for worrying about me.”

“Oh my gosh. I still can’t believe that you are leaving me to go to Korea!” Cailey whined as she drove you to the airport. “You don’t even know Korean,” she complained.

You laughed at her reaction. “I’m just going for two months. It’s part of a study abroad program. I get to tutor students in English.” You nudged her. “I’ll miss you too,” you playfully sing.

“Ah. Who said anything about missing you?” She scoffed. “In fact, I’m glad you’re going. I need a break away from your mopey aura.” She sighed as she pulled up in front of the airport. “Are you okay. Do you want me to go inside with you?”

“I’m sure I can handle myself,” you responded as you gathered your bags from the back seat. “I’ll make sure to call you when I land.”

“Yes, no matter what time it is!” She agreed. “Find yourself a hot Korean fling while you’re at it,” she laughed.

“What happened to saving yourself for your soulmate?” You questioned.

“Eh, if Koreans are as hot as those boys on that poster-”

“Oh my gosh, that was like a year ago!” You laughed. “How do you remember them?”

“Because I googled them when I got home. Their name is BTS. If you meet them get me an autograph.” She hurriedly unbuckled her seatbelt and reached over to envelop you into a hug. “Besides, their faces we kind of unforgettable.”

For once you agreed, but you didn’t tell her. You couldn’t get the dimpled face out of your mind. You couldn’t forget him. His face always came to surface in your thoughts when you found yourself dozing off during a lecture. Remembering him brought back the longing feeling.

“I’ll see you in two months,” you said as you finally bring yourself to open the car door. “Don’t miss me too much.”

“Ms Y/N!” one of your students called to you. You looked across the classroom to see a group of girls giggling as they all watched a video on one of their phones. “Come watch this!” The same girls grins at you as she waved you over.

You walked towards them. “You’re supposed to be doing your work,” you scolded lightly. But you couldn’t find it in you to be upset as you approached them. Besides, you were just a tutor and not an actual teacher. They all groaned and pleaded for a break. “A small break. But then get back to work.”

“Watch it! It’s BTS. They’re really good,” she pointed the phone towards you.

You watched as the group of guys danced and sang on screen. You blinked at the screen as the dimpled man came to the front of the group. “Is he rapping?” you asked as you noticed that he didn’t seemed to be singing like the others so far.

“Yeah. That’s Rap Monster!”

“Rap Monster,” you repeated as you watched the video. You felt a tugging on finger but you ignored it. Ever since you arrived in Seoul a month ago, your string seemed to alway be tugging and pulling you. Watching him brought back that longing feeling. Another one of them moved to the front to rap, “Oh another rapper?” you asked.

“Yeah. There’s three rappers.”

“Namjoon,” this time it was the whole group who approached him. They noticed that his behavior seemed strange lately. He was always anxious. He seemed to be always waiting for something that is never going to happen.

“Yeah?” he answered. He was concentrating on writing new lyrics. He suddenly had a spout of inspiration.

“Is everything alright with you?” Jin asked as he eyed the member with concern. “You’ve been acting strange lately…”

“I have a soulmate!” Namjoon declared happily as he looked up from his notebook. He watched as a confused look crossed all of his member’s face.

“Everyone has a soulmate,” Yoongi was the first to respond.

“Not me,” Namjoon answered as he shook his head. “It least I didn’t, or I thought I didn’t…” his words turned into mumbles towards the end. “My string was always different so I thought it meant that I didn’t have a soulmate.”

“Different?” Jungkook asked. “How so?”

“It wasn’t like stretched, you know. Like it felt like there wasn’t anyone on the other end pulling at it,” he explained. “But then a month ago, suddenly it’s pulled tight. Usually there’s a lot of extra string everywhere, but this time it’s actually stretched. And sometimes I feel a tug. That has never happened to me before, you know.”

The group remained silent as they processed their leader’s words. Taehyung is the first one to speak again with a bright smile on his face. “Your soulmate must be close by then! We should go find her!” He excitedly shouts. “Do you feel the tugging now? We should follow it until we find her!”

Yoongi scowled at the suggestion. “We can’t just-”

“No. I don’t feel any tugging now. But maybe later if I feel it I could follow it,” Namjoon sighed happily. “It just feel so nice to know that you have a soulmate. I thought I would spend my whole life without knowing.”

“What are you going to say when you finally meet her?” Hoseok asked. “Have you thought about it.”

“Hmm… I’ll just say ‘I’m Namjoon and I’m your soulmate’” Namjoon answered.

“You can’t just-” Jin started only to be interrupted by Yoongi.

“It’s short, simple, and straight to the point. I like it,” Yoongi patted Namjoon’s back before heading out of the room.

It was dimple man, Rap Monster. Except it wasn’t him. He looked different. But behind the different face, it felt like it was dimples man. You glanced around you, noticing that you were both standing in an open field. The sky was a bright blue. There seemed to be an endless amount of grass and flowers.

“Y/N. I can’t live without you anymore. It hurts,” he said. You turned your attention back towards him. He was staring at you with a desperate look on his face, he seemed like he was in intense pain. His hands reached out to grab you but your body moved away.

You wanted to reach out and comfort him. But it felt like you had no control over your body. “Namjoon. We can’t do this anymore. I must stay with my husband.” The words came out of your mouth but it wasn’t your voice.

“Don’t you feel it? The emptiness. Y/N, I feel so hopeless when I am without you. I can’t stand to be without you.” He pleaded. There were tears falling down his face. Your heart wept for him.

“Namjoon, we can’t,” you voice quivered. “My husband…he’ll kill you,” you pleaded. “Please, forget about me. Go live your laugh happily.” You felt hollow inside. You felt empty.

“We know that is impossible. We are soulmates. We have a bond, it’s unbreakable,” he laughed bitterly. “Just run away with me. We can be in a new city by sundown. Just come with me.”

“I can’t. I have a duty to my people.” You shook your head. “Perhaps if I would have met you earlier, then things could be different.”

“But the bond-”

“It can be broken,” you answered. “We can break it. And then we can be happy without each other.” You could feel tears fall down your cheeks. He reached a hand out to wipe them away. “Please. Let’s break it.”

“I…If it is what you truly want. I’ll do anything for you.”

You woke up with a startled. You wrapped you body around your pillow. Tears fell down you face as you wept for the couple. They were so in love but they could never be together. You could feel her pain. It felt so real. You wanted to run away with him. She wanted to run away from him. But her heart was torn between her love in him and her love for her people.

Why were the Gods so cruel?

Rain pelted Namjoon in the face. The sky was dark and gloomy. He could hear the distant thunder and a see the flash of lightning. His clothes were soaked and clung to his body.

He breathing is uneven. There is a sharp unbearable pain on the side of his stomach. His hands clenched at it. When he pulled his hand away to look at it, he found it soaked with blood. He wheezed as he tried to sit up, but his body seemed paralyzed. He wanted to call for help, but he couldn’t speak.

A figure appeared before him. It had a shape of a woman. Y/N. He thought.

The woman chuckled. “No. I’m not her,” she responded to his unspoken thought.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion until realization hits him. A Goddess. Please help me. Save me.

She chuckled again as she leaned down. “Yes. I am a Goddess. But sadly, I’m not here to save you. I’m here to punish you.” She explained. She clicked her tongue. “Namjoon, you’ve done a very bad thing. You broke your soulmate bond.”

I’m sorry. Please. He begged.

“I know it wasn’t your idea. It was Y/N. You should have disagreed. Well, no you both have to be punished.” She ran her hand through his hair comfortingly.

No. Please. Leave her be. I’ll take the punishment.

“You see, even without the bond. You still care for her. We Gods only wish to help you connect with someone who you can always rely on. That’s what the string is for.” She sighed. “If it were my decision, you wouldn’t be punished for it. Some of the Gods are over reacting, they feel to insulted. But I must.”


“Close your eyes, Namjoon. You won’t be in pain anymore when you awake in a new life,” she spoke softly, with sympathy. “At least not physically. However, you will live without ever meeting Y/N ever again. You will live with both of your souls on separate continents. And when you die again and reawaken again, you will still be on different continents. For you are to long for the bond you broke. That is your punishment.”

Please. Don’t.

“Close your eyes, my child. Be at peace.”

“Namjoon! Wake up!”

Namjoon eyes fluttered open to see Yoongi watching him with concern. He groaned as he sat up. “Where am I?” he grumbled.

“At your studio. I was coming by to see if you want food but you were screaming in your sleep.” Yoongi explained. He handed Namjoon a water bottle, which he gulped at appreciatively. “You okay man. It seemed intense.”

“It was intense,” Namjoon responded. “Very intense.”

“You want to talk about it?” Yoongi asked.

Namjoon shook his head. “No. It’s over now.”

You felt the tugging on your fingers. This time it seemed insistent. It wasn’t the usual tug or two and then it stopped. It was as if it wanted to lead you somewhere. You tried to ignore it as your browsed the English section at the bookstore.

“We should start walking towards the fanmeet!” a girl said to her friend as the walked by the bookcase you stood at. “It starts soon and I don’t wanna miss out at my one chance to meet BTS.”

You interest piqued as you heard the group name. The tugging became more prominent but you still stood at the bookcase.

“I can’t wait to see Rap Monster,” her friend responded as they walked out of the door.

At the sound of his name, the tugging sensations turned into a hard jerk towards the door. You thought your arm was going to be pulled off. You give in to the pull and began to walk out of the bookstore and into the mall. The pull lead you the same directions as the girls, you could see them up ahead.

However, it stopped about halfway and yanked you into a coffee shop. You let out a squeak as you stumbled inside and into someone else’s body. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry,” you apologized in broken Korean. “Sorry,” you repeated once more in English, just in case your pronunciation had been off.

“Y/N?” Your named fell out of the person’s mouth.

Your head snapped up to see dimple man, Rap Monster, standing in front of you with a surprised look on his face. You had wanted to ask how he knew your name but the sudden desire to hug him came over you. You don’t know why you hugged him but it felt right. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer to him. His hold was tight, as if he was afraid you would slip away.

The sound of someone clearing their throat brought you both back into reality. You pulled yourself away from him even though your body protested against it. You face was flushed as you tried to form coherent sentences in your mind.

“How - How did you know my name?” You questioned as you pointed at him. “Why did we just hug? Why do I still want to hug you?”

Someone spoke to Rap Monster in Korean. It was the first time you noticed that the rest of the group was with him.

“Namjoon. What’s going on? Do we need to call security?”

Namjoon shook his head at whatever he said. His eyes never left you. “Y/N,” he repeated. “My name is Namjoon and I am your soulmate.”

Your eyes widened at his answer. “What? Are you crazy?” You questioned as you backed away from him.

“How did you find me?” He asked. “It’s because you felt the pull, right? I felt it too.”

You shook your head. “Oh my gosh. My soulmate is a BTS member,” you whispered in disbelief. You hadn’t meant for him to hear you.

His eyes lit up. The smile grew on his face. “You know us? You know BTS? Are you a fan?” He asked excitedly. “You like our music?”

“No,” you answered. “My students like you a lot,” you explained. His smile fell for a second but it returned back fast.

“You’re a teacher? English?”

“I’m just tutoring some students while studying,” you answered. “I leave in a week.”

“You leave?” He asked, his eyes widened. “Already? We just met.”

One of the members spoke to him in Korean again. It sounded very urgent. Namjoon argued for a moment before sighing.

“I have to go to the fanmeet now. Um. You wait here until I finish. I’ll come back!” He looked hopeful. His members had to drag him out of the shop.

You watched until he disappeared.

“Oh my gosh!” Cailey squealed at you. You watched her on the screen of your laptop as you sat in bed. “You met your soulmate while in Korea. That’s insane!” She clapped happily. “Tell me all the details. Is he handsome? What does he do? Have you gone on a date yet? Are you getting married?”

You groaned at the million questions that flew out of her mouth. “It’s complicated, Cailey.” You rubbed at your face in frustration. “It’s not a practical relationship. Besides, I don’t think I’ll see him again. We didn’t even exchange numbers or anything.”

“What do you mean?” she asked. “He’s your soulmate. It is destined to work out.”

“He lives here in Korea. I live back home with you. There’s too much distance. It would never work out. Besides, he’s an idol. It would ruin his image.” You grumbled.

“AN IDOL!” She screeches. “You are so lucky! Who is it?”

You sighed. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does!”

You sighed again. “It’s Rap Monster from BTS.”

She screamed again and you contemplated ending the skype call. “Oh my gosh! BTS! I am like one step away from my true love Jin!”

“You already have your soulmate,” you reminded her.

She pouted. “Why do you get a K-Idol soulmate? You  don’t even want a soulmate,” she stuck her tongue out at you. “Come on. What’s the worst thing that could happen? Just meet up with him again.”

“I can’t,” you responded. “I never got his number or anything. He had to leave for a fanmeet. He asked me to wait but I was just too overwhelmed so I ending up leaving.” You shrugged. “Besides, I leave in a week.”

“Y/N,” she said softly. “I just want you to be happy.”

“I am happy,” you argued. “I was happy. I don’t need a soulmate to be happy.”

“That was before you met him. Now that you actually met him, it’s going to feel different. You don’t feel it already? How long ago was it when you met him?”

“Yesterday,” you mumbled. You knew exactly what she was talking about. Even though it had been only twenty-four hours, you already missed him. You sighed. “I’ll survive. It’s what I’m meant to do.”

You feel an immense emptiness inside every time you looked down at you string to see it slackened in a tangled mess. You feel an immense amount of regret every time see the red string pile on the floor by your feet. You feel an immense longing every time you think of him.

But you continued on. You were determined. You survived without him before. You hardly even knew the guy. There was no way you could have this deep connection. But you did anyway.

“Are you sure you are up for a world tour?” Jin asked with concern. “I mean, I know you must be hurting since she left.”

Namjoon sighed deeply. “Yeah. I can manage.”

“If only we knew where she was from, we could hold a concert in that city and try to find her,” Hoseok commented.

Namjoon jumped up at the idea. “Of course. Of course! Why didn’t I think of that?” He smiled hopefully.

“Think of what?” Hoseok questioned.

“Our last tour. There was a city we stopped in and I felt a tug. I didn’t think much of it then. But now, that must be where she lives!”

It’s been at least seven months since you left Korea. Seven months of you feeling absolutely hollow. Seven months and you still weren’t used to the way your red string dragged behind you.

“BTS is going on tour again!” Cailey smiled at you.

“Good for them,” you grumbled.

“Maybe they’ll have another concert here,” she nudged you. “Maybe you can find Namjoon again.”

“I doubt it,” you responded. “Our city isn’t known to host concerts often.”

“But they had one here before!” She argued.

You shrugged as you looked away from her.

The last time you felt it, it was 8 months ago. You forgot what it felt like.

You had been sitting in class when you felt the tug. You gasped as you looked down at your string. Once again it was pulled taut. You bite on your bottom lip before deciding to ignore it as you continued to take notes.

However, your note taking ceased. You stared blankly at your professor. You couldn’t concentrate with the tugging sensation.

“Let’s get some snacks,” Jin said. “I saw a grocery store just down the street.”

BTS were settling into the hotel room. They had a concert the next night and then they had a break in the city for a week until they had to move to the next place.

Namjoon was hoping he could find you within that week.

You felt a tug as soon as you stepped into the market. You decided again, just to ignore it. You lived in a big city, there’s no way you would run into him. All he had to do was perform at his concert and then go.

You placed some fruit into your basket. The tugging feeling grew more insistent as you ignored it. You walked towards the snack aisle.

There were two males standing in the aisle, There eyes widened as they saw you but you didn’t really pay any attention to them. You just wanted to find a bag of chips and then go home and avoid going outside until your string stopped pulling at you.

You finally chose a bag and placed it in your cart. You were about to walk out of the aisle when you felt a hard jerk. You stumbled to keep your balance. You sucked in a breath. The last time you felt a tug that hard, he was close by.

You hesitantly turned around to see that he had joined the two males at the other end of the aisle. His eyes were glued on to you as he walked forward. You string pulled at you to move closer to him but you panicked.

You panicked so badly that you ran out the store despite Namjoon begging you to stop.

You were telling Cailey what happened over a panicked phone call. There was a judging silence from her as you finished the story.

“Cailey?” You called, wondering if she hung up.

“You ran away from your soulmate, again? Don’t you think you’re being selfish?”

“Selfish?” You questioned. “How am I being selfish?”

“I know you think that you are handling the pain from being away from him just fine. But you aren’t. You act like you are but you aren’t.” She sighed. “I just want to strangle you!” She growled in frustration.

“How is any of this selfish?” You asked again.

“Have you thought about how he must feels. The bond goes both way. He must be miserable and dying. Imagine how he feels that his soulmate keeps running away from him?”

You never thought about that. “I-” you stuttered. You couldn’t wrap your head around how bad Namjoon must be feeling now. You never gave a second thought that he would feel the emptiness too. “I have to apologize.”

“Do you get it now?”

“I have to find him!” You stood up and searched for your coat.

“Where are you going?” Cailey asked. “It’s dark outside. You don’t even know where he is!”

You slipped your shoes on. “I can feel my string pulling me. I’ll just follow it.”

“Y/N. Just wait until morning!” She shouted from the other end of the line. “There’s no point going out right now to find him. He’ll still be here tomorrow.”

You bit on your bottom lip as you stood in front of your door. The tugging was coaxing you outside. “I’m going. I’ll text you when I get back home.” You hung up the phone before she could talk you out of it.

Namjoon couldn’t sleep with the constant tugging. He also couldn’t sleep because he couldn’t stop thinking about how you ran away. He thought maybe you were busy and had to leave when he had asked you to wait back in Korea. But now he knew that you meant to go.

He sighed before putting his shoes one and quietly slipping out of the hotel room.

The tugging lead you to a park. You could see him sitting on a bench. Panic filled you again, it was telling you to flee once again. However, this time you forced yourself to move forward. You forced yourself to continue forwards.

You came up besides him. “Namjoon.” It was the first time you ever said his name. It tasted like honey and tea.

He looked over at you. He hopped up once he realizes that it is you. “Y/N.” He whispered. He reached out to hug you but stopped halfway. He hands dropped to his sides.

“I owe you an apology,” you began. “I never really believed in this whole soulmate thing because, well I never thought I had a soulmate. You know, my string was different.” You explained.

“So was mine,” Namjoon agreed. “I didn’t think I had one either.”

“And when I met you, I just panicked. I didn’t think about how it would make you feel. I never really paid attention to the whole soulmate thing and I didn’t realize that you would feel…” you words trailed off as you stared down at your shoes.

Namjoon hesitantly grabbed hold of your hand. You looked up at him. “It’s okay. I forgive you,” he smiled at you warmly. You smiled back at him. “I feel like I’ve been looking for you for hundreds of years.”

“I feel like I have been waiting for hundreds of years.”

You sat by the window in your tower as you watched expectantly. “Princess Y/N, we brought you lunch,” you looked over at the servant girl who placed a tray of food on the table in front of you.

“Thank you,” you responded. “Has there been any visitors?” You asked.

The servant girl shook her head. “No Princess. May I ask who it is you are waiting for?” Her head was bowed and she avoided your gaze as she spoke.

“My soulmate,” you whispered.

She gasped before looking up at you. It was the first time since marrying the prince that anyone dared to look at you directly. “I thought you severed the string.”

“The string does not break the bond. It just makes it harder to find each other,” you explained. “The string is a gift from the Gods. It acts as a compass. But even without the string, the bond will be there. You will still feel the same way.”

“So you soulmate is coming for you?” she asked. Her eyes had an excited glint. “He’s going to take you away? You’ll be happy finally?”

“He must be just on the other side of the hill. I feel it.” You gazed out the window. “He’ll be here by nightfall. And then we can run away together.”

You picked up the cup of tea only to have the servant take it out of your hands. “Princess, if what you say is true. If your soulmate is to come and take you away, then don’t drink this tea.” She placed the cup back on the table. “It was brewed by the Prince himself.”

You blinked at her before sighing. “Thank you. I wish you the best when I leave.”

Namjoon’s bloody body was found before nightfall. Your cup is empty by morning.

Dive || Park Jimin

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Maybe I came on too strong. Maybe I waited too long. Maybe I played my cards wrong. Oh, just a little bit wrong. Baby I apologize for it.

It was the first day of senior year, a cheesy setting, but that’s just how life decided to play out. It wasn’t your choice, and you weren’t complaining.

You were sat at one of the tables in the servery, minding your own business. Classes had just started and you were getting prepared for each one, reading a little bit from each of your textbooks before your teachers decided to provide a pop quiz.

The sound of a chair moving across from you brought your attention forward and you couldn’t help but notice the boy with pink hair sat in front of you. He had a bright smile on his face and was just staring at you.

“Hi there, I’m Jimin, and you’re really really pretty.” He said. A laugh escaped your lips and a blush covered your cheeks before you could hide it.

“I know who you are Jimin. We’ve been going to school together for three years.” You answered. It was Jimin’s turn to blush now and you couldn’t help but think about how adorable he looked in front of you.

I could fall, or I could fly. Here in your aeroplane. And I could live, I could die. Hanging on the words you say. And I’ve been known to give my all. And jumping in, harder than ten thousand rocks on the lake.

“Jimin.” Your voice rang out through the room and the boy looked up at you. He knew what was wrong the moment he looked at you and it was something he had been dreading for a long while.

You dropped your bag on his bedroom floor before running and diving onto his bed. He turned in his computer chair and stood up, walking over to where you were laying with your face stuffed in his pillows.

“Don’t you dare say it.” You said as you heard him approaching.

“I would never say it because you already know it’s true.” He replied, kneeling on the floor and resting his chin on his bed.

“Yes Jimin, you told me so. You said Yoongi would dump me and that’s exactly what he did.” You removed your head from the pillows and poured at him. Jimin just chuckled before reaching a hand out and running it gently through your hair.

“I would treat you so much better.” He whispered quietly, just barely loud enough for you to catch it.

“I know you would, and you do. That’s why you’re my best friend.” You said, giving him a wide goofy grin. Jimin mustered the biggest smile he could, the twinkle in his eye slowly disappearing.


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[The truth behind Asian Media and Entertainments]

Hello guys. Long time no see haha x But now I’m back with a fresh material.

Not really an analysis about ChanBaek but it directly touches them too.

So, many fans ask me about relationships announced by the companies, mostly by SM Entertainment and I’ve always answered that those are practically stunts or cover ups for this or that issue.

Today, I was reading a really interesting interview and wanted to share with you all as well; the one who answered the questions works under one of the Asian Entertainment companies as well. From her answers I concluded that she’s probably a long time trainee, staff manager or maybe PR manager. As she just answers, without revealing her idientity, nationality or any other personal information, I think we can be sure of this article which touches not only the issue mentioned above, but also things like idol’s behaviour and image on stage, what are they allowed/what not, and so on.

Lets go~

1 Question; Is everything scripted? What idols say on interviews are scripted?

Answer: Not all the time. Expected and general questions are usually half scripted; half scripted because we only say the gist of what they have to say, we don’t require them to memorize everything, of course. This is for PR (public relations) purposes. It’s for their image and the image of the company. The artists know it anyway, that they have to keep their reputation good no matter what. Also, it’s the company’s decision if the artist will have to keep quiet about a certain topic.

2 Question: Are idols really packaged? Aren’t they showing their true personalities?

Answer: Not all the time.We only do this to artists who are considered important for the company, or the company’s favorites. One example is this actor-singer under our company, we debuted him with a manly image, a lady’s man type (because he really is handsome and looks manly). But in real life, he’s actually gay. There were scandals about him being gay because he was caught two times (he’s so stubborn about going out at night, I’ll talk about this later), 1st; with another actor of the same company, 2nd; with a male singer from the same company, but our company remained silent about it (it’s actually a strategy as well; keeping silent about scandals, because we refrain from talking about it, then people will forget about it eventually).

So the company continued on giving him projects as if no scandal has ever happened. The journalist who reported both incidents later apologized in public, she/he received a lot of hate actaully because the public really loves this guy whom they truly believe is straight. There’s also this one singer whom we debuted as a ‘’sexy-type’’ lady. But she’s actually the girly and shy type in real life.

3 Question: Does the company have control over everything involving the artist?

Answer: Basically yes, since the artist has to ask permission before doing anyting that company didn’t ask them to do. Like, even if the artist has free time, they still have to ask for permission if they can have a vacation on a certain place, or if they can hang out with this person. There are artists who are stubborn about asking for permissions actually, they sneak in and do what they want. Because of their stubborness, scandals may arise (it happened with a few artists actually, like I mentioned earlier). If that artist is very important for the company, we still keep him/her even if he/she is very stubborn. But of course, we will warn him/her, but we will offer some benefits for them to obey and stay with the company. If the artist is not so important, we will have to ask him/her the question ‘’This or the company/contract/career?’’

So yeah, company’s favorites are pretty much treated very differently than the others.

4 Question; Is fake dating really a thing/marketing strategy?

Answer: Yes. If we see that a lot of people love seeing them together, then we will show what the public wants to see. But we mostly do this to create hype for both artists and their future activities, and of course, the profit that the company can get from it. How about the fans who would be brokenhearted?This will be bad for both artists. Honestly and unfortunetly, the company doesn’t care. It’s true that we consider all publicity, as good publicity. We actually have this phrase: success from scandal. After the scandal (any kind of scandal) arose, we will not bring that up ever again. We’ll continue giving the artist their activities to still promote them and proceed as if nothing happened. This is very effective actaully.

5 Question: But why would they do this? They’re already famous, right?

Answer: Because we only use the ‘’reporting/confirming a fake relationship strategy’’ for artists who are already famous. We will never get the attention we want if we suddenly report that there are two not-so-famous artists dating.

In conclusion: here’s a famous saying. ‘’truth is stronger than fiction’’ which is true in so many different cases. Remember that NOT EVERYTHING shown is TRUE especially about celebrities who are under a contract with very big companies and agencies. We will never truly know the full truth about these artists, especially their true feelings, personalities, relationships, sexuality and their private life. As for BaekYeon and KaiStal and others, as the Chinese insider info was posted and confirmed in 2012, stated they were practiced in the entertainment industry, there’s a high possibility that the couples are fake.

There’s also possibility that they’re real and SM just took advantage of it, but it’s less likely. But we will never know if they actaully felt something for each other or not. Maybe they did fall in love with each other, or are single, maybe they actually have other romantic relationships that the public doesn’t know. Once again, I have nothing against SM, any people, any ships. The sole purpose of this is to be eye opener for those who aren’t familiar with the media and entertainment industry in Asia. I’m not claiming that everything I said is hundred percent evident and true in all of the companies, but everything I said is a common practice in Asia and is true os my country and our company. What I said is true and is based on my experiences. I didn’t include links, pictures, other proofs because I don’t want to give in my idientity, nationality and the company I work in. I’m a lazy but a busy person, I wouldn’t waste my free time writing this if they were all lies. But I know there are still people who will choose not to believe, but who am I to force you? Just remember that media and entertainment industry is very manipulative. Don’t let the media control and fool you. There are many studies, research and theories regarding the media and its efforts on the public (when I was in college, we memorized a lot of theories regarding media and its effects, just search about it if you’re interested, you’ll understand media even more. And even though media has negative effect on the public, they will still continue with their doings. Because it’s business. It’s the industry. It involves money.

-Credits to the owner-

Translate from Korean language to English by: yeolspuppy

Grammar edition and correction by: yeolspuppy 

So guys, this is it. I’ve mentioned this all many times and I hope at least now you’ll understand that not everything you see on your screens is true. Because it’s showbiz,

SHOWbiz SHOW + BUSINESS = a dirty industrial field where wealthy people that own this or that company and agency use idols in their own interests, control them, and keep the artists as money creating machines. SHOW and DO A BUSINESS. The word itself says it all, don’t you think so? They show what you are eager to see and in conclusion, they earn money. This is not a place for feelings, for emotions. SM Entertainment, YG Entertainment….. Exactly.

E N T E R T A I N M E N T. 

These people working under such big companies try hard and work their asses off every day to make a show, to entertain all your fantasies about your idol, to make useless merch with this or that popular idol’s/group’s name, just to make fans buy it. Scandals as well. Attention is what they need.

So tell me, what could catch your attention more than scandals and rumors that involve your favorite idol? I’ve said it a lot and gonna repeat it now too; as you see the relationships that are revealed by a company are nothing more but stunts. They pop out to trigger fans, to make them furious. That’s how a certain agency balances the popularity and the ratings of a certain idol.

It’s like: They talk a shit about the artist? They are furious, they are interested? = they remember the artist. The artist is needed. The artist is still able to attract people and help the company to get money. 

As long as this strategy works and the artist is popular among people, the company puts all the efforts to “sell” his image. When it stops working, because the certain artist already old, the concerts are less, the profit goes down, they just throw him/her away as well used handkerchief.

This is one of the biggest reasons why suicide, self harming, narcotics and drug overdose is widely spread among the popular artists and idols. We all are human and not everyone can be strong enough to go through all of this difficulties and stay in his mind.

As I started the article, I’ve mentioned that this all directly touches ChanBaek too because they’re idols as well and everything said above revolves around them too. Baekhyun already went through one scandal, which as we can conclude was fake publicity-stunt as well, and it’s not impossible that Chanyeol or any other EXO member (solo idols, artists, members of other groups) can be involved in that kind of scandal in future too. 

Of course, it might not happen, but better be aware and not be surprised or hurt. 

Remember, that it’s only for the media.

Don’t turn away from your idol, it’s hard for him to participate in it too, it’s hard for him to hurt you and disappoint you too. Instead, give him support and believe in what YOU see and YOU analyze, not in what the media and the companies feed you.

Remember, that it’s showbiz, where everything they do is kind of performance, a theater, where the actors are, sadly, your idols.

Remember, that relationships are real ONLY if the idols talked about it at least ONCE too, not only their agency.

Remember to have your OWN beliefs and follow them. The company doesn’t reveal your idol’s sexuality, but

Remember that not everyone can be straight and fit in your standards. I know most of my readers are ChanBaek shippers, so please guys;

Don’t leave the fandom if you see something that you don’t like.

Don’t jump into conclusions, no matter what you hear.

Don’t turn you back away, if ever any scandal happens with them, because then they’ll need us most. It’s okay to have doubts, but remember that your doubts are YOUR doubts and they don’t define reality. Love and believe regardless of the situation :)

With love, Lil (yeolspuppy) xx.

[If you post my translation of the interview and my views, please give credits. Thank you].

Dreams, Rings & Other Things

Summary: Emma and Snow talk about the wish world and the secret Emma thinks Hook is hiding.

A/N: Written despite the fact that I should be working on my CSBB fic. Has some mild speculation for 6x12, and references to a certain ring saw in the 6b promo.

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Emma eyed the bottle of rum carefully before sitting it aside, deciding that the hot chocolate she was serving didn’t need to be spiked. She lifted both mugs and walked carefully back to the sofa, waiting as her mother finished putting her little brother in his crib. Her father had finally kissed her awake, and was sleeping peacefully – well, as peacefully as one can sleep while cursed – in bed. 

Snow White had been none too happy to learn just how long she had been asleep, and Emma could feel the tension radiating off her as she padded around the loft. Not that Emma could blame her. She would be livid if Killian had kept her under during a crisis, as well. 

Her mother’s anger was why Emma was still at the loft. Emma recognized that Snow needed a distraction of some sorts, and she was willing to provide it. Regina was acclimating Robin to Storybrooke, and Henry and Killian had gone off to do their own thing – “We’re bonding, Mom,” Henry had said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes – leaving just Emma and Snow alone. Not that Emma minded. She enjoyed one-on-one time with her mother. With all the crises that occurred, it was all too rare. 

Finally, Neal was settled and Snow practically collapsed onto the sofa, gratefully taking the hot chocolate Emma offered. “I needed this. Is there anything chocolate can’t cure?”

Choosing not to answer her mother’s question, Emma instead asked, “So how are you doing?”

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We Can’t Have A Story

Author: @dylanobsessed
Prompt/request: request from @fillthevoid-stilinski ) –  Just wanted to say I love your writing, you’re fab! I was wondering if you could write an imagine where the reader and Stiles are at a party drinking with the gang and the reader gets very drunk and admits their feelings for Stiles, but Stiles pushes it aside pretending he didn’t hear it but the reader remembers it the next morning and confronts him about it and it turns out he doesn’t feel the same… i need to read sad stiles fics at the minute lol thank you so much <3
Warning: party, alcohol use, angst, & i think that’s it !!
Pairing: stiles x reader
Notes: yo !! you are such a gem for the compliment and let me tell ya, you were the first person to follow me on here so like i basically screamed when i saw you sent this request in and i loved the prompt idea so much. so much thanks to you and i hope you enjoy it !!
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You turned away

A slightly alternate ending of “Blindsided”, Race to the Edge, Season 4

“Can I ask you something?”

The question resonated in the air for a second, before Hiccup decided to answer it. He glanced at his friend, sitting next to him at the platform’s edge, her eyes fixed on him. She looked perfectly calm.


If he’d had to choose one word to describe the last week at the Edge, it would’ve been ‘full’. Full of accidents, full of anxiety. Full of emotions of all possible kinds.

Emotions he could hardly control.

The truth was, that when he first learned that Astrid had lost her sight, he had no idea what was about to come. He tried to belittle it – don’t worry, Astrid; it will be fine, Astrid. That’s what he said. But then he saw how scared she was and… he felt the fear himself, even though he did everything to make sure she wouldn’t see it.

If Astrid Fearless Hofferson had been scared, how could he not be?

He called himself back to present and noticed the blonde warrior looking down on her laps. He smiled weakly. At least it was all over now.

Still, she had something to ask him about.

“Um… Back in the forest…” she started, hesitantly. “when we were… Well, you know.”

The forest. Yes, of course. Her, lying on the ground. Him, resting on his arms above her. Their faces inches apart.

Her breakdown.

His consolation.



Calm down, Hiccup. Nothing had happened.

“Were you about to…?”

Or, hadn’t it?

Oh Thor. No, no, no.

“Oh, uh… Well, I…”

Good gods.


It couldn’t be true. Not this. Anything but this.

“You felt that, huh?”

He looked away the second he heard the words, no matter how kind Astrid seemed at the moment. He tried to smile, but all he could come up with, was shaping his lips in an awkward grimace, while quietly praying to the mighty Thor to be struck with a sudden, inexplicable blast from the sky.

She was not supposed to have felt that.

“I felt like maybe I got away with it.”

He’d screwed up. He’d screwed up like no one ever had. After years and years of waiting for a sign that she might… consider feeling about him in a way he’d always felt about her, he’d ruined everything by one stupid attempt. Until now, he could’ve hope that she’d never noticed what he’d been trying to do back then, and just wait for another opportunity to come.

This moment made him realise she was conscious about everything.


“Well, why didn’t you?”

Hold on a second. Was she really asking him that?

He met her gaze.

She really was.

“Oh, uh…” Hiccup stuttered, more than confused. What was he supposed to say? She would be mad no matter how well he’d excused himself. What did she expect?

But then again, she never stopped smiling at him. He bit his lips nervously.

“Well, I…” He continued, carefully choosing his words. “It wasn’t perfect. And I always thought that if it ever happened… and, yes, I’ve thought about it, a lot. Uh…”

Hiccup, what the hell are you doing here?

“…it had to be just perfect.”

Why he’d said all that, he didn’t know. It wasn’t a lie – every word he’d said was one hundred percent true. He had thought about it. He had wanted it to be perfect. And when he recalled the last week situation, he had to admit that it had not beenthat.

But he also knew it wasn’t the real reason.

He clenched his teeth and sighed.

“You turned away.”

That was it. He finally put all the pieces together and realised, what it meant for him. What it meant for them. And the more he thought about it, the more hopeless he felt. Because as long as he could believe that his closest, dearest friend wasn’t aware of his actions, he could just go on and wait, blaming the Triple Strike for spoiling the moment. But she was aware.

And since she didn’t make her move, it clearly meant she didn’t appreciate it.

“Look” The young leader picked up, still unable to look at her. “I know what you think. It was stupid and I… I’m sorry for that. But I just want you to know that I’m ready to get over it, if only you let me to. Astrid, your friendship is the most precious thing I have, and I can’t lose it because of one cursed moment of weakness. We can go on, like if nothing had happened and I promise that you won’t even see the difference.”

He paused.

“You see, when we talked in those woods, I told you one thing. I am with you, Astrid. Whatever it means, whatever you want it to mean. Don’t you think I’m taking any of this back.”

He finally turned, looking straight into her eyes, but, seeing no smile on her face, he turned away again, fixing his gaze on a horizon. That was probably the most dreadful dawn he’d ever experienced, but gods knew it couldn’t be helped now. There was nothing more to say or do, except for shifting to his former place and increasing the distance between Astrid and himself again.

That’s what he should do now, right?

He didn’t have time to do anything of this kind. The moment this thought crossed his mind, he heard the Warrior giving out a small chuckle; and before he’d realised what was going on, he felt her hands on his shoulder, pulling his body in her direction.

Her lips against his skin.

Her kiss on his cheek.

He must have been dreaming.

“You’re the biggest dork that has ever walked the earth, Hiccup.” She said, still laughing. “And you have to be the most oblivious one to think that I could ever be upset with you for that try. I turned away because I’d heard the Triple Strike coming at us – not because I was offended by the attempt.”

With every word heard, Hiccup’s eyes widened. So that was it? She did appreciate it?

“I thought… I was sure…” He stammered, staring at her in amazement. “I was certain you’d be mad at me.”

“For making my dreams come true?”

“Your what?”

“Hiccup, I’ve been waiting for it for years.”

“You have?”

“Did you really not see that?”

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Then he opened them slowly, carefully observing her face, lightened with amusement. It couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t. But if it was…

“Then why didn’t you…?” He whispered.

Astrid looked down, smiling and softly shrugged her shoulders.

“I guess you were not the only one who wanted it to be perfect.”

She took her hands from his armour and put them on the platform’s floor. Hiccup wanted to protest, until he noticed where exactly she’d rested them – and how close her fingers were to his own. He smiled, touching them as gently as he could.

A shiver went through his body when he realised what she’d just said.

Astrid’s smile widened when she sensed that. She glanced at the horizon, while covering Hiccup’s hand with her palm and squeezing it slightly.

“You know” She pointed out quietly; she felt her heart beating faster and faster, but this one time, there was nothing wrong about that. “This seems pretty perfect to me.”

Hiccup followed her gaze and nodded. He turned and leaned towards her, astonished how right it felt. Astrid looked at him shyly, but he knew she wouldn’t withdraw now – after all, it was the moment they’d been both waiting for.

Finally, their lips met.

And when they parted, and looked at one another again, Hiccup raised his hand and placed it on her cheek. There was just one thing left to say.

“Yeah. I guess it does.”