Everything I Brew, I Brew It For You

everything i brew, i brew it for you

⤷ 1.2k follower event request: Familiar!Seokjin x Witch!Reader + “I should’ve told you back then, but I didn’t want you to leave.” + Fluff/Angst ⤷ @softescapism​ said: seokjin x reader or OT7 x reader + prompt C8 + witch/familiar, fluff, sfw (hi! could you write a drabble/scenario/short fic for the follower event based on this, please? 💓) ⤷ word count: 2.1k ⤷ a/n: this is a little angsty in the beginning, but the ending is all fluff! i hope you like it!!

“There you are!” You grumble, snatching up a vial from the back of your cabinet. The little thing is covered with dust, the label yellowed with age and barely clinging on to the glass. But even then, there’s no mistaking the content. The shimmering pink powder inside makes you stomach flip uneasily, but you know it has to be done. You uncap the bottle before you can talk yourself out of it, carefully sprinkling the powder counter-clockwise into the boiling concoction in your pot. You can’t help but frown as it slowly turns from clear to bright pink, the stark colour mocking you as you throw in a pair of four leaf clovers with a little more force than necessary. The kitchen is quiet aside from the bubbling brew and the rhythmic tapping of your impatient fingers against the counter, your eyes resting nervously on the dark garden outside your window. You promised Seokjin years ago that you would never make this particular potion again, but you’ve run out of options.

You love being a potions witch, but truth be told, it’s probably the worst financial decision you could have made. All witches have to choose their niche the day they turn eighteen, and you, driven by the long list of potions witches in your ancestry, wanted to follow in their footsteps. What you didn’t account for however, is just how drastically the times have changed. Larger covens have started selling their potions online, making them in big batches to cut down on the cost and shipping them all across the country. There’s no longer a need for a town to have their own potions witch, not when you can get them delivered to your doorstep for a cheaper price. The mass produced potions are definitely not as potent as a singularly brewed ones, but it seems people care more about price than efficiency these days. Well, at least most people don’t care. And considering business has been dwindling so alarmingly fast over the last four months that you’re barely scraping by, there’s not a chance that you can lower your prices anymore than you already have.

You shake your head, trying your best to ignore the tendrils of guilt wrapping around your chest. As long as your familiar doesn’t find out about this order, there will be nothing for him to worry about. That’s why you’re hunkered over the stove in the first place; desperately hoping that it will be done in time before he comes home. Tonight is Seokjin’s monthly familiar night with Hoseok and Namjoon, and the only window of alone time you have to make something like this. You murmur a quick incantation under your breath as you give the potion one last stir, watching as the pink brew slowly darkens to red. The sickly sweet smell that whiffs up from the cauldron almost makes you gag, but at least it tells you that the potion is almost complete.

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hey, i thought i should let you know that @bubblegumbi0tch has a fic called ,Heat‘ where they copied the first part of ,Run little Rabbit‘ and only changed out the characters???? they even left one hoseok in there by mistake 💀💀💀 sorry that happened :(

You're right, they have plagiarised it. And plagiarised it badly by leaving Hoseok's bloody name in it.

I've messaged them and told then to delete. I'd recommend others check this tumblr's work to see if your work has been blatantly ripped off.

For proof, here's the literal side by sides.

One, Two, Me & You | Teaser

; The Last Of Us!Jungkook x Reader

; Genre: Angst, fluff

; Synopsis: Twenty-five years after the outbreak of the cordyceps infection, you're just another survivor trying to live in a post-apocalyptic world. Your saving grace is that at least you're not having to survive on your own.

; A/N: Randomly got the inspiration for this. It's already 2.5k long... I reckon 5-6k? And for those who love my angst works... get ready for the pain train!

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"Sorry, there's nothing here, though. As in infected or food. Looks like it's been thoroughly looted." Jungkook shrugs, giving you a sad smile.

You'd met Jungkook when you were 24. He'd been another lone survivor, and you'd been suspicious of him from the start. But he'd been desperate for company - the group he'd been with had all been killed - and you'd been unable to say no to those bright eyes.

He'd been only 21 at the time, but as with most things now, he was mature in ways that people from before would never understand. At 21, he'd been born after everything went to shit and as a result, he'd had to kill to survive for his whole life.

You'd been uncertain about having someone with you again, but you'd slowly learnt to welcome his presence. It took 2 years before you both finally gave in to your mutual attraction - he was younger than you, but you'd never been with anyone.

The two of you had been together through thick and thin ever since, and you could safely say that he was the love of your life. Sure, maybe you'd never experienced it with anyone else, but you didn't get chances like that anymore. You had to take life as it came and hold on tight, which is exactly what you did.

Times were hard, food was sparse, nights were cold, and life wasn't too interesting. But Jungkook made it worth it - he held you tight at night, laughed and teased with you, protected you, and had your back. You were a team, and you'd been through hell and back.

I'm getting back into writing! This means I am looking for 2-3 Beta-Readers.

Things I'm looking for in a beta reader:

Must be 18+ (this is a requirement)

Must be able to give constructive feedback

Must get back to me as soon as they can when the story is sent to them.

Must be fine with the content I'm putting out (will give a detailed warning list before the stories). Most, if not all of my stories will have some sort of 18+ content, not necessarily smut.

Please send a message if you're interested!

All That Glitters | Jimin x Reader

Pairing: Soft(ish) Yandere Jimin x  Reader 

Word Count: 19k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Murder, Blood, Abandonment Issues, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jimin), Tsundere Reader, Insinuation of Smut (It’s spicy just not very descriptive),Bullying 

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: With the sudden news that you are set to inherit a fortune after the passing of a distant relative you are ready to become an heiress. The only problem is that there is a clause in the contract: in order to receive your inheritance you must be married. So, who better to marry than your high school stalker?

A/N: It’s 3 in the morning and I’m exhausted. This is still the condensed version of the fic. I should have just made it a two part series. Let me know if you would prefer if I cut this fic in half and post them as two parts, whatever is more digestible. Okay, I love you, I can’t wait to see you in the comments and my inbox 💜💜💜

Note: It is not specified where the fic takes place, the school system suggests South Korea but the MC’s job suggests America (the job is a vent piece about my old job) so let’s pretend this stupid car wash chain exists in SK 😂

You let out a deep, tired sigh as you toed your shoes off. Everything was hurting from the arches of your feet to the bend of your shoulders. 

Each day had become utterly boring and utterly the same. It had been another long day of work, longer than you had ever imagined in your youth. When you were younger you had expected so much more of yourself. You had thought by now, at the ripe age of twenty-six, you would have had a high power career, an apartment with a view of the city, and perhaps a boyfriend…or two. 

But life had punched you square in the gut and body slammed you with a reality check. You had spent four years in undergrad slowly accumulating mass amounts of student debt before deciding you hadn’t had enough and wasted four more years in graduate school. You had been lulled into a false sense of comfort. All your life you had been told that you were to go to college, get a degree, and then get a “real” job. You had been dismayed to learn that despite all of your efforts you never secured a job for yourself after graduation. 

In fact, even now you didn’t have the job you had worked so hard for. Instead, you were busting your ass working a minimum wage job catering to ungrateful customers who had been fortunate enough to enter the job market twenty or even thirty years before you who all believed that they deserved your undivided attention and service. 

You were just barely managing nowadays. Your apartment was more of a closet than an apartment. Everything was confined to one room, kitchen, dining, and bedroom, all except for the bathroom. You had a faucet that never stopped leaking and the oddest stains on the wall that you refused to question anymore. To put it plain and simple, you were fucking miserable. 

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