Hey ____, Do You Believe In Ghosts?

“Hey ____, do you believe in ghosts?”

As the chapter title oh so happens to also be one of my favorite BTS songs (and side note, I saw this on Twitter last night, and my heart did a thing because it felt serendipitous to see

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Okay, anyways, a part of me felt that this part would take me on a ride because of that. Thankfully, we haven't hit the angst train (yet), so my heart is spared. On the other hand, I was also holding my breath and inadvertently preparing myself for the "what if". Like, what if Taehyung ended up being afraid of her because he knows now? What then? Would he move? Would he still have feelings for her? That sort of thing. (Also, I’ve already read part 4 and….😭. I’ll come back soon and write to you again.)

Taehyung though is really smart (Buzzfeed Unsolved could never! Ryan and Shane need to team up with him one day hahaha!) He’s intuitive and attentive to her, and I love how you highlighted that with all of the small things that he noticed, like her not touching or eating things, not going outside, etc.... I know if it were me, I would've just left it as a coincidence until they would literally have to write it on the walls! I would be that oblivious (mainly because I wouldn't want to assume. Walking through walls? Would probably think I imagined that or something lol!)

Also, I'm laughing at the Twilight reference because I recently had to pack some of my movies and came across that series. It felt really nice to see things from this story parallel with something in my life since it is entirely coincidental.

Okay, thank you so much, August! I can’t wait to update you again!💕

my tears ricochet #3 | kth

#3 what am i (to you)

word count: 1210 words (wait what.)

series: my tears ricochet [masterlist]

summary: How many lightbulbs can a guy change, before he gets a little suspicious? 

pairing: ghost!reader x taehyung

genre: ghost!AU, roommate!AU, fluff/angst/crack (or something like that…)

warnings:   it’s a ghost story, so death will be touched upon //  questionable ghost mythology (sorry, I’m making things up as I go…) //  curse words (like: fuck) are uttered // still sfw // also still only edited by me and not betaread.

A/N: This one got a bit longer accidentally. I’d like to apologize in advance for the last paragraph. And again: THANK YOU FOR LIKING THIS LITTLE SERIES! (I hope you’ll like this installment aswell…it is…kinda…let’s say pivotal?) (A big thank you to Hana, @cutechim , whose words of encouragement stopped me from editing this up to the last second. I didn’t, I swear, I’m just dropping back in here to add this sentence. 💕🥺)

#2 it is you — #4 trivia: ghost

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“Hey ____, do you believe in ghosts?” 

The question catches you off guard, you hope it doesn’t show.

“What?”

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wrong number, right person | knj

➵ summary; in which namjoon’s phone rings at 3 am and he picks up still half asleep only to hear a drunk girl on the other end crying. long story short, he can’t bring himself to hang up until she has made it home safe.

pairing; namjoon x f. reader

word count; 1,174

rating; G

warnings; none, it’s just an innocent drabble

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And so you dance together in celebration of exploding lightbulbs. And so you dance together in celebration of living together. And so you dance together and around each other and it becomes a game...

Honestly, the section that I highlighted and the rest of the paragraph following is my favorite part of this chapter. It's so beautiful, and it holds this tumbling feeling of yearning and love swirling around and around again. It was overwhelming to read but in the best of ways because it feels like this is the first moment to see how much they enjoy each other. How much their existence means to one another even though they cannot tangibly be there for one another. But they try, and they find ways out of seemingly no way to close the gap between living and what it means to live.

One thing that stuck out to me was that the main character cannot remember her past before Taehyung because this phenomenon can overlap into many different realities. Even though she's dead and can't remember that past, he was the first person who made her experience genuine and unadulterated happiness. This will sound cheesy, but that's how it felt when I first joined the fandom. Of course, I remember my previous interests, the way I fangirled over Shawn Mendes, but the happiness that has come after made my previous infatuations feel dim in comparison to now. I guess it’s just a natural instinct to be on the search for more, especially when experiencing feelings like joy. It’s like what I always say, why eat a Jolly Rancher when you can have a five-tier chocolate cake? Of course the Jolly Rancher is good, but it can’t compare to a chocolate cake (unless you don’t like chocolate, of course). So why spend time settling for something that doesn't make you as happy like it is now. Light cancels shadows, and eventually, you the feeling of what was once there is infinitesimal.

Also, I smiled a little about the note about period cramps and pain (I just realized that she never has to experience what it's like to stub her toe on a corner, so I'm jealous). You also made me a bit hungry with the baked bread part because I LOVE baked bread. One thing that I'm curious about though is if maybe one day the main character will see other ghosts? I can imagine that it could eventually end up being a bit lonely to not see someone else like her even though she has Tae to keep her company, so it’ll be interesting to see how the rest of the story unfolds. And the part about her being able to sleep/sleepwalk was cool (I wonder if she can dream...Can ghosts dream? Is that a thing?? I think I’m getting ahead of myself haha)

Overall, I really loved this part. I just hope that Taehyung and the main character will be able to touch each other one day. Even if it's only for a second and even if it may be by accident, I hope that they can. Taehyung makes her live. Breaks down the barrier between them and gives her life outside of life, and I think that's really beautiful, so I hope that they can show each other that more physically and intimately.

Thank you so much, August for this story! And you never have to apologize for being slow. I've actually had a bullet point list of my thoughts in my notes for a few days, but I've just been a bit lazy when it comes to actually write out everything that I want to say😅. But still, I'm thoroughly excited to continue reading. Sending you lots of love!!!

my tears ricochet #4 | kth

#4 trivia: ghost

word count: 1059 words

series: my tears ricochet [masterlist]

summary: There are upsides to being a ghost. But also quite a few downsides. Also shouldn’t you be supplied a ghost mentor? Aren’t there rules for these things?

pairing: ghost!reader x taehyung

genre: ghost!AU, roommate!AU, fluff / angst / crack

warnings: sfw //  it’s a ghost story, so death will be touched upon //  questionable ghost mythology (sorry, I’m making things up as I go…) //  cursing  (like: fuck)  //  still only edited by me and not betaread.

A/N: Welcome back to my little petri-dish-series. I’m so deeply thankful for each and everyone reading this and getting in touch with me in any form. You can’t believe the serotonin boost I get, when I see a message, a comment or a reblog! (or an ask, even though I don’t get these much…) Thank you for sticking with me and these two dorks.

#3 what am i (to you) —  #5 Walpurgisnacht

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~swooooooosh~

“Again?”

You nod. “Again.”

~swoooooooooooooooosh~

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~krrchk~

“Again?”

You nod. “Again.”

~krrrrrrrckxpoof~

Taehyung throws his hands up into the air and starts a little celebratory dance that makes you huff out a little laugh, as you join him in celebrating the feat of finally letting light bulbs explode on purpose.

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Pairing: Namjoon/F!Reader

Summary: A short Safe With Me drabble in which Namjoon puts a tipsy YN to bed.

Features/warnings: drunk!YN, so much fluff, this drabble is literally just YN being a happy drunk who loves her man so much while he loves her right back, it’s saccharine as all heck, no sex occurs because YN is not sober but she does think about Joon eating her out and sexing her up so there is a very mild reference to smut

Author’s note: I wrote this while tipsy and tired myself, so this is probably a total mess. I just needed some fluff and Safe With Me/Soft Boyfriend Series is a comfort to me. 

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ego 08

summary⇢ what’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way. pairing⇢ jungkook/reader word count⇢ 8.5k rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut | humor | college!au | fuckboi!au | fratboy!au warnings⇢ none really, except that everybody and they mama in they feelings 😩 BUCKLE UP 😈

a/n⇢ THIS CHAPTER KEPT GETTING LONGER AND LONGER AND I’M GOING INSANE so i’ve finally just decided to split it lmao. please take this part now and anticipate the (actual) last chapter a lot sooner than i got this one out since it’s already 80% written!!! 

this chapter’s mood is this. hope you enjoy 😩

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Still not over what you wrote about Hobi. Would you rather go on a wine tour where Yoongi is the annoying guy correcting the tour guide on the facts of the wine or Hobi as the stranger that gets easily drunk from the wine and makes you his new best friend in order to steal your wine? -WYR Anon

I think it’s safe to say, WYR anon, that I do not like rude people or know-it-all people as a rule...so guess which one I’m gonna choose?

pairing: hoseok x reader

rating: pg15

word count: 1k

genre: wine tasting au, fluff,

warnings: kissing, drinking (a wee bit of drunkenness), unedited and literally just written, so probably mistakes.

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there be wine

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You’ve been watching him most of the tour.

It’s not like you planned it or anything. You are here for your best friend and her new boyfriend (third-wheel forever). You don’t even like wine. Why would you when there are drinks out there like coke and malibu, amaretto sour, and even just a good beer?

But the new boyfriend likes wine, and your BFF likes him, but needs moral support. And you have the gift (curse?) of being able to talk to anyone about anything, so you’re here.

Sipping old grape juice and listening to the tour guide ramble on and on the types of grapes grown for this kind of wine, blah blah blah.

It’s only ten minutes into the tour that you really notice him.

Maybe it’s because most everyone is in pairs of two, and yeah, he’s with someone, but unless you are as insightful as a rock (possible), you don’t think he and the other guy are anything but friends. He’s cute, but so’s his friend.

His hair is nearly white blonde, dark roots growing in just a millimeter. He’s wearing this cute little red bag on his shoulder, and he’s smiley. Like he grins a lot at his friend, at the tour guide, at the grapes.

At you.

He actually laughs at you, or just at your expression of disgust at the dry white you’ve just tasted. It’s absurdly loud, his laugh, but you like it like that. It takes some of the snobbery out of the whole experience.

So you wink at him.

Which makes his cheeks go red.

Now you’re fascinated.

It takes another few wines to realize that he’s doing it wrong. He’s drinking each sample (not tasting and spitting out). His cheeks are no longer red because he’s whole face is. His friend is less tipsy, but both are walking like they’re on a rocking ship.

You are trying to listen to the guide about the traces of earth in this particular vintage (which means it tastes kinda like dirt) when you feel warmth at your side. You glance over.

Isn’t he bold to be in your personal space like this? Though, with the glassy eyes, he probably has no clue that he’s breaking all societal protocols right now.

“Hi there,” you greet softly, aware that the guide is still droning on about… things.

“Hi.” His grin is so wide that his eyes are almost completely shut. He should smell like wine (he does a little), but he smells sweet, like cookies right out of the oven. “You winked at me.”

You look at his friend, who’s watching with fondness. Then back at this adorable stranger.

“I did. You laughed first.”

“I like your face.” He purses his lips. “I mean… your face expressions.”

You chuckle, waving your friend on when she looks back for you. “Thanks?”

“Are you gonna drink that?” he asks, lips dropping to a pout as he points to your wine glass. You offer it without question. His eyes light up even more as he takes it from you, his long fingers touching yours. You ogle his neck when he tilts his head back to drink the little wine left. He offers you back the glass. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” You look at the rim of your glass. “I guess we’ve kissed, huh?”

He blinks (so stupidly cute, this guy) as it dawns on him. “Oh shit.”

His friend laughs and wiggles his fingers at you as he continues to follow the group. You look down the path to see that they’re way ahead, but still in sight so if you want to catch up, you can.

“Do you not want to kiss me?” you ask, enjoying this odd conversation far more than anything else today. He hasn’t really moved out of your space. His hand is on your forearm now, for balance.

“I mean, yeah,” he says, licking his lips. “You’re pretty.”

You smile. “You too.”

There’s a tilt of his head, like he’s surprised you say that. “I’m kinda tipsy.”

“Actually, you might be drunk.”

He pouts. “Maybe.” He takes a step closer. “We shouldn’t.”

“Agreed,” you say, a little disappointed. “You’re under the influence and sober consent is way sexier.”

He nods again, slow before realizing you’re both alone. “Where… ?”

“Come on,” you say, leading him (his hand tightens on your arm, but he follows) toward the group. “You just owe me a kiss when you’re sober, okay?”

“Yes.” He’s so serious about that ‘yes’ that you laugh nearly as loudly as he did earlier.

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It’s the next morning (after giving your new friend every sampling of wine and having to help him to his room at the B&B you both are staying at. His friend, Jimin, is highly amused at the whole thing. Your new friend’s name is Hoseok and doesn’t even make it to the fancy dinner that night), after you’ve left your small bedroom you’ve rented and gone for a quiet walk in the vineyard that you hear running footsteps. You spin around, worried (are vineyards unsafe places?) and then relax when you see him.

“You okay?” you ask.

He stops right in front of you, panting. His hair is a mess (like he just got out of bed).

“Hangover?”

He shakes his head, still trying to catch his breath. “I… saw… you from the window. I had to… catch up.”

“Why?”

He doesn’t say anything else, but leans in to kiss you. Your eyes close on instinct, the brush of his lips as light as the breeze that plays at the back of your neck. You can smell the mint from his toothpaste and that cookie scent.

He draws back, cheeks red again. “I was afraid if I didn’t kiss you now, I’d miss my chance.” He waits for you to say something. “Right? That was okay, cause we’re sober?” He’s starting to look panicky.

It’s your turn to blink at him. “Do it again.”

He grins, effervescent and carefully cradles your face in his hands before pressing his mouth to yours again. He lingers, pressing harder when your hands hook into the front pockets of his jeans. You tug him closer, opening your mouth to taste him.

Much much better than the wine.