#little red string

[beautifullytragicmess]

“You’ve been busy.” Nick groans under his breath and winces when he sees you looking at the gossip Instagram page dedicated to their hockey team and the legion of hookups they’d had over the years.

“You had to look at that…” his head hits the pillow and his lips purse, wondering if he could strip it from the internet and his own mind.

“You’ve left a legion of broken hearts, Vaughn.” You tap the red string around your finger and hum, your eyes fixated upon the screen.

“Pipsqueak,” Nick shifts his weight to the left side of the bed and rests his hand under his cheek, “I’ve been in love with you for ages.”

“I know.” You toss the phone aside and crawl on the bed until you’re hovering above him. “I just like teasing you.”

Nick grinned and reached out toward you settling his hands upon your arms. He had smiled crookedly at you, his light blue eyes searching yours as his thumbs brushed back and forth against your arms. He has gazed up at you with unrelenting tenderness and adoration, the deeply rooted affection for his soulmate who had born the red string of fate.

“Squeaky toy,” Nick’s lips formed a smile, his eyes crinkled at the corner when his nose scrunched, “thanks for flying out to stay with me.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You fell against him, resting your cheek against his chest. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be so lenient about your past flings.”

[btspreferences1997]

Min Yoongi -Little red string

They say that we all have, a red string attached to our pinky fingers. It connects us to our significant other, and no matter how much it may get tangled, it never disappears or breaks. The closer you are to them, the tighter it gets.

English

Lately, I've been having dreams about a young man, his black hair styled in a way that would flatter his features, and his caramel brown eyes would always stare at mind in the most loving and compassionate way.

It always melts my heart, but I never knew his name, and he never knew mine. When we would try to tell each other our names, but the dream always cuts off. It was getting frustrating, not being able to know who he is. But I have a soulmate, the red string connects me to them. 

Letting out a sigh, I got up from my queen sized bed. Stretching out my limbs, I looked down at my left hand and gave a simple smile, the string is tighter than yesterday. They're coming closer to me, you see I go to uni in america. I'm studying to become a (f/j), it's my goal in life besides trying to find my soulmate. 

Walking over to the bathroom in my apartment, I turned the lights on, and did my routine for the day.

*With Yoongi*

The string has gotten tighter, since we landed in america for the BBMA's. I now laid on my hotel bed, looking up at the ceiling, drawing pictures in my mind, mostly of the girl who's always in my dreams. She was quite the beautiful girl, her (long/short) (h/c) tresses, fell nicely to define her face, and her (e/c) irises are to die for.

Getting lost I'm my thoughts, I didn't hear the knocking at my door. It was getting louder, groaning I rolled over to get up. Slipping on some slippers, I walked over to the door to look through the peephole, only to see a gigantic forehead. Knowing who it was I let them in.

"Hyung, we're going to a university in 20 minutes, get dressed." Namjoon told me in his leader voice, I groaned as I pushed him out of my room to get dressed.

*Time skip, Your pov*

I stood next to my friend, who wouldn't stop talking and giggling about a boy band. My friend, Amy tapped my arm to get my attention. Turning to my right, I stared at her blue-green eyes as she gave me a look. "What? Do I something on my face?" I questioned, touching my face to feel for anything that shouldn't be there.

"No, but didn't you hear!!!" She said, brushing her short ginger hair out of her pale freckled face. "BTS, is coming to our school to speak to us!!!!" Amy screeched out, causing a lot of people to stare at us. I only walked away from her banshee like screams. 

I've heard of them, but I never really looked into them, like my stalker like friend. She follows them religiously, if they tweeted out a photo she would be there liking and re-tweeting it.

"And?!" I called to her over my left shoulder, as I plugged into my white headphones. "Oh, come on girl!!! Don't you wanna go see what they have to say!?" She yelled to me, catching up me and my fast pace. Blowing a bubble, I nonchalantly shrugged her off, "No, not really. But, if it will get you to shut up about them, then I'll go." I carefully told her, while I braced myself for her screams.

Quickly as possible she hugged me tightly, basically cutting off my air supply. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!" She began hopping around, as we walked back to our stuff. "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." I waved her off, as the p.a system went off.

 'All student's please report to the auditorium for a special speech.'

Heading to the auditorium, Amy and I ran well more like she dragged me there. Entering the crowded building, Amy found empty seats at the front of the stage, placing our things next to us, I sat down placing my headphones back on, to drown everyone else out.

Glancing down at my pinky, I gasped as my red string is tighter than ever before, my soulmate must be here, but who could he be. Fixing my leather jacket, making sure my skirt is properly placed, Amy tapped my shoulder, catching my attention she held a blanket out to me.

"Here, I know you don't feel comfortable with out one." She placed it on my thighs, as I removed my headphones just as the lights dimmed, just a tad. "Thank you, Amy." I told her, smiling at her. Hearing screams, we faced the stage only to come face to the man of my dreams. ' Min Yoongi... Is my soulmate!?' 

To Be Continued

[beautifullytragicmess]

In honour of soulmate Sunday, here’s some hockey player!Nick & Pipsqueak:

“You really have all the ladies falling head over heels in love with you. What a fan club, Vaughan. You’re a regular Charmi-modo.” He’s fighting the grin from spreading on his face, prideful and wondrously enraptured by you as you tease him.

The theatre is far behind you both, the classic black and white movie still lingering in the back of your mind as you walk side by side down the New York streets. Nick feels the red string around his finger tighten, flashing vibrantly when you edge yourself closer to him.

“I think their perception of me is a little more impressive than real life experience.” His grin breaks and he laughs lightly when you cast your gaze upon him with fluttering eyelashes.

“Nick Vaughan, the darling captain of the New York Rangers! He’s so handsome and charming!” He laughs again, fuelled by your momentary clumsiness that has you jutting into his side.

“Careful squeaky, tripping on air can be deadly.” He slips an arm around your waist and squeezes, drawing illicit sighs from your lips. “I should take you home, your brother said-“

“Boo,” you cut him off with a protest, slipping one hand up under the back of his shirt, “and boo on my brother. Let’s get ice cream-“

“Pipsqueak-“ he groans and feels blood rushing to his other head, he would feel like a creep if the two of you weren’t bound together.

“-and your bed is so much more comfortable anyway.” You tap your fingers against his spine and a shudder runs through him, an enticing shiver that is conducive to his twitching erection.

Nick sighs, caving to you and your desires. “Ice cream and a sleepover. You win.”

[beautifullytragicmess]

Nick & his red string soulmate maybe? It's the final game of the season. So it's a really big and important game, maybe somewhere else. Reader initially told him she couldn't come bcs of the distance but secretly booked like a flight shows up to surprise him?

“I wish I could make it, I’m really sorry.”

“Its okay, its fine shortstack. I’ll call you after I win.” Nick flexed his fingers in his glove, his hand tightly bound around the black tape that covered the end of the stick.

It was less than five minutes til they had to be on the ice and Nick’s mind was not with him. He kept thinking back to the conversation you’d had the day before when you told him you couldn’t make it. He had veiled his disappointment that you wouldn’t be able to attend the game, and whether it was by design or his own fruitful wish to move on to the next step, he had hidden away the ring he bought for you.

He was always prepared for the potential to ask the grand question, but he had thought that maybe after the last game of the season the question would finally come to life. Maybe after he had played the last game, he would finally get to show the ring off.

He knew you were busy, he had known that you were at home while he was away for the final game. He had pictured you sitting in the living room working on something, perched by the windows that gave the best view of the city.

Or maybe you were interviewing for placement, maybe you were finally landing your dream job. Perhaps you were on the cusp of something great that kept you away for the game.

Still, he felt a kind of hollowness in him. He had wanted to propose, he wanted to finally ask the question that was burning on his tongue.

“Vaughn,” Nick slowly directed his attention off the stick he was holding and looked at his coach, “time to hit the ice.”

Nick had risen to his feet and followed his teammates out of the locker room, down the hallway to the edge of the rink. He had stood behind one of the defensemen and another offensive player, his mind constantly running back to you.

“Get it together,” he mumbled to himself, stirring his own ire and reflective mindlessness, “focus.”

The roar of the crowds had risen as the team continued on and Nick was almost to the edge of the ice when a steady pounding on the glass had broken his tapered conversation.

“Vaughn!” He turned his head with a snap, the pulse of the red string around his finger powerful and poignant.

“Pipsqueak,” he mumbled to himself, overtaken by the shock of seeing you here, “here.”

“Last game! Kick ass!” Your greeting was short and sweet, nearly drowned out against the crowds cheering.

Nick didn’t have time for lengthy conversations and had instead tapped his stick against the glass in recognition of you. He felt more focused than he was before, more determined.

He was gonna win for you.

[jessefandomunited]

Little red string part 1

I've been keeping up with my informal fic writing schedule, so I hope you guys are thrilled 

You know the string theory, a little peice of string is tied around your finger, tugging you ever closer to your chosen person, well what happenes when it's someone you hate?

Gary king x reader(gn no y/n)

He was insufferable, absolutely insufferable. I was hunched in the back room frantically attempting to will the small red string back onto my hand that had been on my finger the second I left highschool over 10 years ago. Everyone was given them and was told it would fall off when they met their soulmate.and after all my hard work to meet my perfect match, i seemed to end up with the last person I'd ever want to be with.

I was working a weekend shift At a bar downtown to pull in some extra cash. The clientele for the most part was easygoing and I brought enough charm for people to tip me well enough. If it wasn't for one specific person, I'd be set, that person is Gary king. I had gone to highschool with him and though we were never friends I still heard and had to endure his antics. He thought he was so cool and needed to be knocked down many many pegs. So the second he walked through the doors of my bar, i immediately went to the back and traded shifts with the dishwasher.

All night his boisterous voice carried into the back making me tense up. I thought it was only a matter of time till he got kicked out but no one seemed bothered by him, or were too polite to say otherwise. I could tell just from what I could hear , that he had not changed a-bit since high school. Loud and constantly bragging about all the people he had slept with and slipping in references to our highschool specifically that no one else probably understood.

I wrung my hands anxiously and looked at the tight red string , everyone only was able to see their own which caused a lot of issues in the dating scene, some people thought it took time to fall off and would stay in toxic relationship trying to see if they'd finally be kind to them. Others lied telling the other person theirs fell off the second they saw them, even though it wasn't true. Those in happy relationships had told me theirs both fell off the first second they spoke to eachother face to face. I had spoken to many people, even more with this bartending job, maybe my soulmate died or my string was faulty or maybe....

My train of thought was cut off by my manager yelling my name. I bust through the doors to see a fight had broken out. I huffed with annoyance seeing that none other than Gary king was in the center of this all. My face heated with rage and I jumped over the bar in frustration and before I knew what i was doing . I snagged Gary's coat, yanking him back. I think the only reason it worked effectively was because he was so drunk and off balance but I finally looked him in the eyes and yelled , " WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING ON, YOURE NOT IN HIGHSCHOOL ANY MORE, YOURE A FULL ASS ADULT ACT LIKE IT AND GET OUT!" I noticed Gary's eyes widened in shock and slight recognition before immediately looking at his hand and gasping. My stomach churned as he did this and I risked a glance at my own hand realizing, the red string was off.panic bloomed in my chest as Gary chucked weakly," uh.. hey... what was your name again."

[dia-taylor]

Little Red String | Short Film

From director Dia Taylor, 'Little Red String' is a short film starring Adam Esposti and AnnMaree D. The film is based off an ancient Chinese proverb that say...

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 littleredstring said: well i dunno, but you could always ask my 11 overdue homework assignments

hey, that's a lot better than five grammar assignments, one unit test and final, and ten documents to translate and answer questions on in some old-ass language you don't even know. all by friday