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⟪“about time”⟫

It’s honestly about time I got to writing this because it feels like I’ve been holding onto my thoughts about this piece forever (I read this right after you posted, so I’m sorry for the wait😅).

Okay, but there was this thought that came to mind while I was reading this. It really doesn’t mean that much, but at the moment, it felt nice. It’s just that there are some specific times of the day that depending on how they juxtapose each other, I may either hate (or just may feel really dull) or may I love. For example, 5:30pm is a bland time for me, while 5:30am is amazing because I'm sleeping. The same goes for 4pm versus 4am, and 6pm versus 6am (I'm starting to think that this is because these are the times that I'm asleep lol). But this story happening at 3:02am is nice mainly because when I read this (which was technically not 3 am but still pretty late enough for me to be a little sleepy), I was actually awake. It was quiet. Nothing was really happening outside of the darkness that I encased myself in with the exception of the light from my phone, the sound of the ac running, and if I listen hard enough, I could probably catch the songs of the cicadas outside my window.

So reading a story that felt loud, Yoongi’s emotions heightened with desperation feeding into the urgency of his action, it pushed away the quiet darkness and was made into something brighter that burned warmly. It’s a story that makes you stop and listen for a moment. To feel the hurt, the heartache, the anguish, the raspy breath that led to an exhale that felt so salient while the world was silent. Everything was beautiful, and for me, it was like I could hear their heartbeats, feel time slowing down in the story while reality speeds up.

3 am is one of my favorite times now because of this.

Thank you for sharing this with us. We are oh so utterly undeserving.

Love you always and forever, Rain.🌙💕

[3:02am] yoongi’s certain this is a terrible, awful idea but he throws himself against your door anyway, making a dull thud that he doesn’t bother reinforcing with a few knocks. it would be his due punishment, if you didn’t wake up at this ridiculous hour. if you just left him sitting out here like the idiot who didn’t realize he was so damn deep in love until he broke your heart. but it’s been two months since he’s seen you. two fucking months since he’s been able to hold your hand, run his fingertips over your soft skin and feel your ever-steady warmth in his grasp. but then he’s falling over backwards when the door behind him gives way and the pain of smacking his head on the frame is nothing when he sees you.

“you opened,” he exhales as he spins around. his entire body seems to shudder with the anticipation for what that might mean, what every implication could be. but the thing is, he’s sick of ambiguity. he’s let it run his life too many times already and it is not going to take you away from him, not this time, damn it. so before you can even say a word, he lets tumble “i love you” in a voice that’s more breath than syllable but god, if it isn’t the truth that he’s been failing to bury in his wrung-out heart. he can’t even bear to look at you after his confession, afraid that the answer will be exactly what he deserves.

so imagine how his heartbeat skips when you take his hand. imagine how he stops thinking of anything but you when you press your warm, warm, warm lips to his and whisper, “about time.”

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Hi there! I've actually been keeping these asks in my inbox for a while now. They bring me a sense of comfort whenever I look at them, and I have also seen many people that I follow receive similar asks from you. Thank you for bringing in so much love to the community. You are truly appreciated. I'm sending you lots of love in return💕

tiny lights, tiny lies | ksj x reader

summary: you aren’t sure when exactly your best friend’s brother went from being an oddly annoying set of broad shoulders to the shoulders you frequently fell asleep against.

pairing: kim seokjin x reader

genre/au: fluff, best friend’s brother!au, friends to lovers

word count: 1.7k words

rating: PG-13

warnings: kissing. not much else.

a/n: hello all. i’m trying to get back into writing again. the goal is to finish the two fics from a collab which i’ve delayed for months now :((((( but i hope to finish them soon! much love. 

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Pavlov - JJK - OneShot

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: grad school au, established relationship, fluff, smut

rating: M

word count: 1.1k

warnings: handjob (f. receiving), lots of kissing, some language

original idea by @jinpanman: Imma need someone to write about an oc terrified of horror so bangtan boy helps her through it by heavy petting her whenever she gets scared. And he does this so often that oc eventually no longer feels scared when she watches horror and instead gets the hots for him uwu

a/n: hope this fits the bill, Mai. And thanks to @xjoonchildx for reading it over and laughing.

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“No.” You aren’t being coy. You are saying no clearly and firmly.

It’s early in this relationship. You and he are still learning each other. And you are making sure that he understands that in no way are you into watching scary movies, of any kind. No thank you.

“Just once? You’ve never watched one with me before.”

Why is he so cute? Why can he just look at you like that and make you want to disregard your intelligent, well-researched (your whole life) position on scary movies?

Damn his big doe eyes.

“It’s my favorite movie.”

“You are a hopeless romantic, Kook. I know for a fact you prefer sappy romances.” You move to get off the couch, but he grabs you by the hips and pulls you back, right in his lap. “Foul.”

“Not a foul,” he says, wrapping his arms around you. He’s big and muscley, but also soft and warm. “Not if you want to be in my arms as much as I want you in my arms.” He smells your hair, his nose touching the back of your head. “Please?”

You are weak. You are pathetic and weak in regards to one Jeon Jungkook.

“Fine. But you’re the one I’m calling when I wake up in the middle of the night, from a nightmare.”

He kisses your cheek and moves you off his lap before getting up to set up the movie. You reach out and grab one of the throw pillows to hold (it feels safer, okay?) and wait. He sits back down when the opening titles start, wrapping his arm around you. You should lean into him, cuddle (he’s so great to cuddle), but you are frozen, waiting for the first jump scare or gross-out violence.

“Babe?”

You’ve never liked endearments before, but there’s something about how he says ‘babe’ that makes you all gooey inside.

Dammit, you are so, so weak.

“I’m watching,” you say, as though you don’t know what he’s asking.

He pauses the movie and you look at him.

“You’re stiff,” he says. “Like I’m worried you might pull something, sitting like that.”

That’s what you get for dating someone who was learning to be a physical therapist.

“I’m fine. Let’s watch this and get it over with.” You stare at the frozen screen, gripping the pillow tight.

“Babe…”

You feel his hand on your thigh, warm and heavy. You let out your breath.

“Better,” he says before unpausing the movie. You immediately tense up again, but the hand squeezes your leg just a touch and you take another deep breath. “There you go.”

When did his voice deepen like that?

You’re okay for a few minutes, after all the exposition tends not to be scary. Jungkook never moves his hand and it’s grounding to know he’s right there. A little less scary.

But the music is turning eerie and you just know something is about to jump out or get revealed. You push back into the sofa, eyes wanting to look elsewhere, but at the same time glued to the screen.

There’s a discordant chord played to signal the reveal of the first victim, but you don’t even notice.

Why?

Because Jungkook’s hand has moved.

It’s slid to the inside of your thigh and up, so now his fingers are centimeters (possibly millimeters, but you suck at measurements) from your cunt.

You couldn’t move if you wanted to.

“Okay?” he asks softly. You look over at him, but his eyes are on the television screen.

You melt a little that he’s checking in with you (ugh, you like him so much).

“Okay.”

He brushes right there and you close your eyes at the light touch. You and Jungkook haven’t gotten very far as far as sex is concerned, which is fine. There is no rush, both of you busy with work, school and general life insanity.

But There might be a rush right now.

Something happens again on screen, but you can’t see it, because his mouth is at your neck.

“Kook,” you murmur.

“Relax,” he whispers back, his teeth scratching your skin just enough that you whine. His fingers are more insistent now, and you’ve let go of the throw pillow in favor of holding onto his arm. “Just watch.”

“You’ve got to be kidding if you thi--” You are cut off by his thumb pressing right there, making you feel like you might hyperventilate. How? How is he that good? Your body is no easy road map, but he apparently is very directionally-skilled. “Fuuuccck.”

He chuckles against your neck, nibbling on your collarbone. “My pretty smart girl can be a little oblivious sometimes.”

You try to bristle at that, but you’re actually turning into a puddle. “What?”

He lifts his head to meet your gaze. Those big doe eyes don’t look so innocent right now.

“You were right. I like romantic movies.” He moves in to kiss you. “But you wouldn’t need this if we were watching The Notebook.”

“You know how I feel about The Notebook,” you say, amazed you can still speak with his mouth on yours, his fingers making you tremble. There’s a scream from the movie, blood-curdling and you barely flinch.

He’s good at everything else, you should have known he’d be good at this.

“I know,” he replies, mouth reconnecting with yours, tongue mimicking the motions of his fingers. You are dissolving. “I bet I could make you like it.”

“If you keep--” The sound that comes out of your mouth is guttural and broken. You didn’t even realize you were so close, but here you are, coming from a little over-the-leggings action like a teenager.

“That’s it,” he encourages as you shudder. He lifts you back onto his lap, facing him (and not the television). He cups your face in his hands, going in for a much more involved kiss. You grasp onto his forearms, still dazed from your orgasm. “Not so scary, huh?”

You make a face at him (a poor attempt as you can’t do anything but smile dopily at him right now) and curl into his chest. He rests his chin on top of your head.

“I’m still gonna call you when I get a nightmare.”

“Sure, sure,” he answers, rubbing your back. “I could just stay the night and be there to hold you in case.”

You burrow your face into his soft black t-shirt. “You could.”

He laughs into your hair.

The next week, you set up the television to play The Conjuring. He gives you a confused expression until you sit on his lap and take your top off. He figures it out real quick.

It’s months later when you’re with your girlfriends and they decide to watch The Craft and you have to excuse yourself to the bathroom, not wanting to explain why you so desperately need to get yourself off at a girl’s night.

Damn Jungkook for being so good at everything.

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crossposted to ao3

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♔ SERIES PAIRING: king!namjoon x princess!reader (south asian reader)♔

♔ CHAPTER WARNINGS + RATING: sfw, nc17, almost all angst tbh, brief mention of poison, y/n and namjoon are in the midst of a disagreement, honestly a mess of a problem between them, a mess of YEARNING most importantly. ♔

♔ SERIES SUMMARY: namjoon’s hopes for a blossoming relationship between you and him withers little by little with each passing day like a tree’s leaves between autumn and winter. a particular, significant dispute between the two of you becomes the last straw, marking a hiatus in your relationship as you depart his kingdom in favor of home. your husband allows you to spend your winter away from him, promising a return when the flowers bloom again. however, you’ve seemingly plucked the petals out of spring’s first batch of flowers, adamant on staying until your voice would be heard. ♔

♔ SERIES GENRE + WARNINGS: JODHAA AKBAR!AU, royal au, my attempt at something somewhat historical (joon —> king of goguryeo) [ i apologize for any inaccuracies ], angst, ARRANGED MARRIAGE, big cultural differences, sword fighting but make it romantic (if you’re namjoon) [with hints of sexual tension, but it’s a pretty casual fight], eventual smut. ♔

♔ A/N: ITS HERE ITS HERE ITS HERE AAAAAHHH. please enjoy this mess of a period fic i’ve started on. i’m HOOKED on to the concept of king!joon wanting to be a better man for his wife. my biggest hugs and kisses go to @sahmfanficbts​ & @purpletigertaetae​ for beta-ing and giving me amazing pointers and @moononthejoon​ & @sunsetae​ for letting me vomit out excerpts. but seriously i wouldn’t be publishing this if it weren’t for them. ♔

♔ WC: 5.1k ♔

♔ this falls under @thebtswritersclub​’s february prompt for “dishonest love”! will i finish the january prompt in due time?? we’ll see lol. ♔

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♔ CHAPTER GLOSSARY: ♔

mehendi - alternatively called henna, mehendi is a form of temporary body art originating from the henna plant. mehendi cones are used to create temporary tattoos over the skin. for special occasions in south asian culture, women receive mehendi tattoos. in context of the fic, women also receive abundant amounts of mehendi on their body (specifically the arms and feet) when they’re married. [ visual ]

ghoongat - serves as a veil to cover a woman’s face. a ghoongat coordinates with the colors of one’s clothes as well. most importantly, the main purpose of one is to obscure a woman’s face when she’s in the presence of other men, especially those that aren’t her husband. [ visual ]

lehenga - a type of clothing consisting of a blouse, skirt, and a shawl-like scarf, which doubles up as a ghoongat. [ visual ]

Central Square has never looked so colorful and festive, at least, ever since you left home. Or perhaps, maybe it was you who couldn’t see the color. 

Returning home after the tense compromise with your newly-arranged husband made you realize how unprecedented it was for you to make the trek back to your home kingdom. This wasn’t in the plans, not at all, which was why every nobleman and townsfolk watched wide-eyed as you returned to the soil of the land you were born in with wide eyes. 

“Your Highness, King Namjoon is coming to take you home. In fact, he’s only a few kilometers away. Surely you can not stay in your chambers forever,” one of your handmaidens reminded you. You’d lost count of how many times the same message but in different phrasings were iterated to you in the past fifteen minutes. The more you were reminded of his arrival, the more nostalgic you felt. A stomach-churning, head-twisting nostalgia in remembrance of brief moments that felt like a dream. 

Nothing in the world could mitigate the emotions in Namjoon’s gaze towards you from the first time you met him before the marriage had been confirmed. Something as simple as a gaze seemed to resonate in you for eternities. 

The curiosity in his eyes as you told him your two conditions for marrying him.

The wonder in his eyes as he gazed at patterns upon patterns of mehendi on your arms, seeming losing himself in the elegant swirls and floral designs.

The warmth in his eyes as he lifted your veil on your wedding day. 

The depth in his eyes as you requested your personal space on your wedding night.

The softness in his eyes as he indulged in a filling, delicious lunch, all from your hands. 

The flicker of guilt in his eyes when a misunderstanding led to a devastating hiatus in your relationship. 

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