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When The Sun Meets The Sea
; Hoseok x Reader
; Genre: Fluff
; Word Count: 4.8k
; Synopsis: Sometimes, there’s nothing better than heading to the ocean on a warm day to enjoy the sun. It’s even better when your husband, Hoseok, spends the day with you and you get the joy of calming nature with the added benefit of the love of your life.
; A/N: A short fluff piece, I hope you enjoy! Please reblog if you did, and remember to leave me comments, asks or feedback! :D
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A hot sun is beating down on you today, the exposed skin of your legs and arms taking the majority of the heat until a light sheen of sweat appears. It’s mildly uncomfortable, but the cooling breeze that rolls off the sea makes it far more bearable.
Squinting slightly while you bring up a hand to shade your eyes, you take in the glittering aquamarine ocean that fades into a sumptuous sapphire as it reaches out into the horizon, kissing the turquoise sky wonderfully. There’s only a few spots of soft, cotton white dotting the sky today, the majority of the clouds having been burned away by the blazing sun.
It’s the perfect day to be at the sea, and you paddle your feet lazily in the cool water that laps at the edge of the small, rocky bay you’d discovered long ago. Jagged, unforgiving stone circles the area, dipping down into the sea where it smoothes out from years of relentless pounding by the incessant tide.
The only way to reach this hidden bay or cove or whatever you want to call it was by the water. Years ago, you’d discovered it by accident when you’d swam too far out from the nearby beach. The solitude it offered was peaceful and it had soon become your favourite place to escape when life became a little too much; your own piece of the ocean that remained undisturbed by people.
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The Great Ramen Incident
Title: The Great Ramen Incident
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 2.1k
Summary: What happens when you whisk your boyfriend Jeon Jungkook, a.k.a mischief incarnate off to a sleepy, snowy town?
No ramen was harmed in the making.
Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol Consumption
A/N: This is what I came up with for the @thebtswritersclub btswritersclub secret Santa! Hope you like it Jee @unfurlingtwinklingstar
Thank you to the loveliest beta: @unoriginal-username15432 , thank you @aroseforyoongi for all the encouragement, and as always @pars-ley I don’t know what I’d do without you.
It wasn’t often that you got the chance to explore without any sort of intention or schedule, much less with your single favourite person at your side. So suffice to say, when you were given the opportunity to do just that, you jumped.
The town was minuscule, made up mainly of a single street branching off into quaint little residential meanders that wound lazily through the hilly countryside. Fleeting snow dotted the fields, thinning out the population of outdoor explorers.
The crowd, if you could call it that, consisted of several cows, an esteemed looking elderly gentleman, and a heavily bundled little child. Everyone shuffled round with a quiet, unhurried sense of purpose, seemingly taking the time to breathe in the fresh mountain air around them.
Quiet you could do. The only slightly difficult thing would be ensuring that neither of you made fools of yourself for the duration of your stay. No matter how fulfilling the tomfoolery may be…
At the very least, the two of you could aim to avoid inflicting permanent damage. Right?
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seek
❥⋆｡˚ anon said: Seek with dragon au. Welcome back! Also you’re gorgeous btw ;)
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[ seek ] for a muse to seek another for comfort
genre: dragon!au
pairing: bts x reader
word count: 875
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“Looks like we’ll be stuck here for the night. It’s too dark and dangerous to continue flying in the storm. When the rain stops falling, we’ll continue on our way again but until then, we’ll rest here.”
“Are you alright, Y/N?” Yoongi turns to you after Namjoon makes the decision to camp in the cave for the night. You visibly shiver in sight, your arms hugging yourself at the way the wind flies in and causes you to sneeze. “Come closer to the fire, you’ll catch a cold.”
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sunshine riptide | ot7
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⊙ — pairing: ot7 x reader ⊙ — genre: hybrid au, fluff, comfort, found family, ac inspired ⊙ — wc: 13.8k+ ⊙ — warnings: oc has an almost/light anxiety attack towards the end. there is no explicitly mentioned trigger and it isn’t dwelled on for long, but better to let u guys know! ⊙ — notes: here it is! it’s soft, and warm, and I hope that it can be something to cheer up a little bit those who aren’t having such a good day. i love u all, and I hope you like this piece :) to the commissioner, thank you for allowing me to write this and I truly hope it helps you feel even just a little bit better! <3
Moving to this island whose inhabitants are mostly hybrids was a bit of an impulse decision, something you did with empty pockets barely a cent to your name. Thanks to the kindness of the island’s ‘mayor’ you have a place to stay, the last spare room in a sharehouse with seven hybrids, and for three months he will pay your rent in exchange for you to work in his shop until you are back on your feet. It’s a sweet deal, but when you begin to get along better than expected with your housemates and the deadline for your departure looms ever closer, you’re not sure you’re going to be able to make yourself leave when the time comes.
— posted; 06.09.2020 | masterlist
“So in exchange for three months paid stay on the island while you get back on your feet, you will work part-time at the Rabbits Den three days a week, and man the desk in the Resident Services Building on Sundays. Is that okay to you?”
You nod eagerly, the ordeal seeming too good to be true and something you’re afraid will be retracted if you don’t act with haste. Mr Bang returns your motion with a little less fervour, the same kind look never leaving his face.
“Perfect, it’s settled then! We’re glad to have you with us, y/n.”
Something lifts from your chest in that moment, as though you’d been walking beneath the cover of a lead blanket and it has finally slipped from your shoulders. You feel a little breathless, and you know the grin that slips onto your face is stupidly wide. Embarrassingly, you feel salty pricks at the corner of your eyes.
“Thank you so much,” you say, and you mean it. It hadn’t exactly been a well thought out plan, moving here with nothing to your name but your most basic possessions, but you’d just needed to escape and start anew and this… this had been the first opportunity you’d seen. The best opportunity you’d seen. “Really, thank you.”
“You’re more than welcome, young lady.” Mr Bang’s expression grows even softer, if possible. “This is a place people come to find refuge, and happiness. You’re welcome here.”
You clear your throat, turning your head to the side and pretending that you need to cough so he doesn’t see the tear that slips out. You have a feeling he knows, though, as you turn back and find him smiling at you, floppy rabbit ears framing his round face. He reaches out, patting you on the shoulder.
“Now, lets find you a room for the night. I’ll send word to the house I have in mind and make sure they have it nice and tidy before your arrival tomorrow. Sound good?”
It hits you only now how tired you are, more emotionally exhausted than anything, and nod while allowing him to lead you down the hall. That does sound good, actually. That sounds amazing.
O – O – O
You’d arrived on this island in the early hours of the morning yesterday, the late-night ferry the only one that runs to this island on the outskirts of the archipelago. It’s likely due to the fact that the captain is a nocturnal hybrid, and hence prefers to run his business under the cover of night. You hadn’t been able to sleep on the trip over, so when Mr Bang had shown you to the room he was happy to lend you for the night, despite it being barely ten o’clock in the morning you’d passed out the second your head hit the pillow. It was more of a nap than anything, but you suspect that the events of the past few months all caught up to you at once because you woke only for dinner and then fell asleep once more. Mr Bang offered no judgement, and simply left a note instructing you where the bathroom is and where you could find towels so that you could freshen up once you awoke. He also left you a coffee bun in a container, since you’d missed the afternoon tea he held the day before.
You hadn’t even been on this island a day and already the kindness of one of the residents was almost bringing you to tears.
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My Universe
pairing; idol!min yoongi x non-idol!reader
genre; angst, fluff
rating; 18+
warnings; minor cursing (nothing explicit), reader has a minor panic attack, overprotective suga baby, we love a caring and attentive boi
w/c; 2,606
a/n; originally lost this entire draft and it took me three days to gain the energy and drive back to write it all over again from scratch. honestly though, I like this version better. anyways. enjoy, y’all. like/reblog and please leave some love.
Yoongi hated the flashing lights.
They always blinded his vision and made him see a plethora of stars, the kind that didn’t involve nightly activities between you two, when he saw not only stars, but galaxies. No, these were the ones that didn’t exist to the normal fellow travelers making their way through the airport around him.
He also hated being singled out. Usually the reserved and quiet one within the group, with very few words to say. He’ll admit, he’s been able to loosen up over the years cause he got used to the constant attention, the pushy reporters, the even more personal bubble bursting paparazzi that had no moral boundaries apparently to get one stupid picture of him. Even if you couldn’t see his face, they still went at each other like hungry wolves fighting for the same prey.
It sickened him. But at the same time, he knew it was their way of making a living. So, he allowed it to happen, to an extent, now choosing to mainly ignore them with his head down and earphones in. Thank goodness he has bodyguards to do most of the brunt work with keeping them at bay, so he didn’t look like the bad guy in the situation. All he had to do was swiftly walk in between the hefty men that no one would dare to get close too. Easy peasy. Smiling underneath his black mask, he thought of you, and couldn’t wait to see you.
The only problem was, you weren’t used to the constant attention, you weren’t able to push through the pushy reporters, you weren’t able to keep walking with your eyes being blinded every five seconds by a different camera. Which made you start to get heart palpitations, becoming short of breath.
You were having a panic attack.
I mean, seriously? How were you supposed to know that there was going to be a ridiculous amount of people here to see your boyfriend at nearly, your eyes glanced up at the digital clock displayed above the flight signs, 2:27 in the morning?! You grunted to yourself, your hand pushing through the crowd and surprisingly in between the security surrounding Yoongi. A little detail you also failed to consider in your obvious fool proof plan.
You were so close to Yoongi, you almost grazed the back of his black leather jacket. It was a taller, broad chested, reporter that was holding a video camera that shoved you away just as you were going too. Causing you to finally get pulled into the whirlpool of paparazzi and fans alike that were desperate to gain the rapper’s attention. Like you.
Okay, so this wasn’t your best idea at surprising Yoongi. You’ll admit. The original plan was for him to meet you at the unmarked black SUV that he would be climbing into at the end of his airport journey. Where you could embrace and catch up in private. But this time, you thought you would spice things up a little. Your idea? To surprise him inside the airport, and not tell him you were going to surprise him. Cause, well, then it wouldn’t be a surprise now, would it?
Bad idea. Extremely bad idea. You thought about kneeling down to try and calm yourself, but realized that could end up fatal on your part since it would make you easier to get trampled over by the herd of feet you can hear squeak, click clack and stomp on the shiny, freshly cleaned, tile. It was non-stop.
Your hands clutched the sides of your head as you whimpered, becoming over sensitive from all the constant noise. Bodies continued to brush past you, some more aggressively than most, almost throwing you off balance multiple times. You tried counting back from ten, which normally works, but not this time. You knew you only had one last resort. You had to call Yoongi.
A picture of you lit up the rapper’s phone screen. Simultaneously stopping the music he was currently listening to with his wireless bluetooth headphones and replacing it with the ringtone you picked out for your contact when you called, opting for your couple song. The picture was of you wearing an oversized hoodie that came over your knees with Yoongi’s face on it. You were sitting sideways on the couch with your bare legs curled underneath you in his private studio. One of the many pictures he cherished of you, meant for his eyes only. His heartbeat subconsciously picked up as he got the ceremonious butterflies in his stomach that never fail to appear with anything that involved you.
A monotone voice could be heard over the ringtone announcing your contact name that you gave yourself, Baby Girl 🥵. Giving him the choice of answering it or not by speaking through the headphones. Which he did, in a heartbeat. After snickering at the description of the emoji you chose, sweat emoji, you claiming that you know you always had that affect on him. You were right.
“Hey sweaty.” A quiet chuckle could be heard on his end of the phone, mentally patting himself on the back for the playful jab of your contact name in good humor. He continued talking a mile a minute.
“You would not believe the amount of people that are here so damn early. It’s actually insane. Probably the worst amount of reporters and whatnot in a long time, but I’m almost there and I can’t wait to–“
As the last body brushed against you rather aggressively, it caused you to stumble harshly forward onto the tiled floor, hands catching your fall and knees taking the brunt force of it all. You let out a broken whimper, only catching bits and pieces of Yoongi’s ramblings through the phone that laid a few feet ahead of you on the floor due to your sudden impact. You reached out and clutched it tightly with your fingers, pushing your body up in a semi sitting position, much like the one that can be seen in your contact photo in Yoongi’s phone. One hand flat against the tile, propping your upper body up. Legs curled next to you, sideways. All you wanted to do was cry out of frustration at everything going wrong. So, you did.
Staring down at the rare pearly white smile that beamed at you for your eyes only, used as Yoongi’s contact photo in your phone, only made your watery eyes overflow with tears that streaked down your cheeks in little rivers. Breaths slightly becoming shorter, making you gasp out a sob involuntarily. You quickly put the phone on speaker and set it on the floor in front of you, knowing you wouldn’t have the strength to hold it much longer.
His rambling was abruptly cut off, ears straining to hear what he thought he heard, though it was hard to be sure from all the raucous noise surrounding him. He went to speak again, but stopped himself when he for sure heard your watery gasp through the phone. His smile wiped off his face in an instant, turning to one of worry.
“Baby? Where are you? Are you okay? Are you hurt? What’s wrong?” The questions flew out instinctually, him wanting to solve the situation as fast as possible. He knew you were having a panic attack. He could feel it in his gut as soon as he heard you, having helped you through them in the past.
He stopped his brisk walking pace and stood stock still, nearly making the security guard that was positioned directly behind him, plow into him, before catching his footing in time to avoid his client. He closed his eyes to try and get any clue from your end of the phone when you wouldn’t respond to him. As much as he wanted to freak out, he knew he had to stay the calm one between you two in order to find you before it got worse. He bit his lip in frustration, zoning out the nagging from his security guards to get him to continue on his foot path to the end destination, nearly wanting to let out a cry of his own when he heard it.
The same announcement over the airport loudspeakers that littered every corner of the building he was in, something to do about a travel package to Hawaii, he could hear echo through your side of the phone back at him. Okay, he thought rationally, so you were somewhere within the airport. That much could be certain. Now he needed just a little bit more to figure out where exactly you were located within the huge facility. Maybe…a sign? He thought logically. So, he asked you.
“Sweetie, you think you can read me some sort of sign near you so I can find you and help you? Please? I know it might be hard, but you can do it, baby. I believe in you. You got this.” He asked in his soothing voice he knows can get through to you in your current state of mind. Semi loud so you can hear what he says, but slowly and clearly.
You didn’t respond right away. Shaky and watery eyes immediately surveyed your surroundings in search of some kind of unique sign that could directly implicate your position on this tile floor that seems to get colder by the minute. You could literally feel the many pairs of eyes that walked by you on faces connected to bodies that didn’t even try to reach out and help you in the slightest. What a cruel world we live in, you thought bitterly. Though, you wondered, if you were in their shoes, would you have done any differently? And that thought alone sobered you up immediately. A fresh new set of tears falling down your cheeks in streams now.
There it was, the sign you were looking for. Directly above your head, ironically. It was a picture of a smiling, and blended family, much like your own, you thought with a watery smile. In bright red letters, and a snazzy font, it read ‘Family Doesn’t End With Blood’. You managed to somewhat clearly reiterate the sign you just read to your ever patient boyfriend, hoping and praying to all that is holy that it’ll be enough and you can soon be in the comfort of his arms.
As soon as he heard the words fall out of your mouth he opened his eyes and slowly turned his body in a circle, reading every sign his eyes found hoping that the next one he reads will be the one you just told him.
Bingo.
It wasn’t even that far from where he stood. He immediately pushed through the last throes of the crowd surrounding him, or what remained. It seemed like half splintered off upon getting what they needed from him already. He didn’t even care what the remaining vultures thought of him, or what berating he’ll surely receive from his head of security once they find out he fled them of his own accord. All he cared about was finding you, making sure you were safe, calming you, and holding you in his arms.
It’s like the life you two shared ran through his mind in flashes, like a reel of a film. It spurred him to pump his legs even harder, especially when he noticed the lone figure that half lay beneath the sign. Getting closer he could see how fast your chest rose and fell, the tears that littered your flushed cheeks, and your eyes that widened upon landing on him coming towards you. He could visibly see your body sag in relief, which made his heart flutter knowing he could make you feel so calm in a matter of a look. It was the same way with you, for him.
He slid the last few feet in front of you on his knees. Not wasting any time, he began searching your body for any kind of wounds or minor injuries that could’ve triggered your attack, hands hovering over every bit of your body he examined. He found none, except your hands and knees scraped up a bit. He exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Good. Now to calm you down.
“I’m here, baby. I’m here, and you did so well. I’m so proud of you.” He praised you with a look so full of warmth, you couldn’t help but give a small, shaky smile in response. Feeling like a little kid again, you reached out to him with grabby hands. I need you now. A silent demand.
He encased your body with his arms, and gently pushed your head to lay where his heart is with one hand on the back of your head, the other brought your body impossibly closer than it already was, making you half lay on him now. With him supporting your body weight completely, you slumped into him in pure exhaustion, eyes closing and hands gripping the back of his jacket like you would never see him again after you departed. After a mere 4-5 minutes of listening to his heartbeat, your breathing returned to normal. Your eyes dried up. Your body regained its strength back.
You tried to unwrap yourself from him, but his response was to grip onto you even tighter, not wanting to let you go just yet. So, you let him. Returning the embrace with as much passion as he was. You lost track of how much time passed there on that tile floor, that oddly, didn’t feel as cold anymore.
It wasn’t until the head of Yoongi’s security cleared his throat loudly, did you look up from your position still attached to the rapper. Yoongi didn’t even flinch, making no attempt to acknowledge the man. Which left things in your hands. He stood off to the side of you two with his hands clasped together in front of his stomach, posture rigid, but eyes letting you know that he understood why your boyfriend broke the rules. He nodded at you once making eye contact and tilted his head in the direction of where the car garage was, subtly telling you that you guys needed to get up and it was time to go. Then he left, footsteps receding until you could hear them no more. That’s when you finally managed to get the rapper’s attention.
“Yoongs, can we go home now?” You asked meekly, voice sounding weak due to not getting much use of it for awhile. Your eyes must’ve been puffy for sure. They took the most damage.
You could feel him nod his head in the crook of your neck and reluctantly let you go. Yoongi stood up first, then extended his hand out to you to help you up off the floor. Gripping onto it tightly, you managed to raise yourself back up on your feet. He refused to let go of your hand even after you were up, instead opting to pull you flush to his side. You gave him a small smile of thanks, squeezing his hand, your silent way of saying ‘I love you’ to each other without words. He squeezed your hand back twice. ‘I love you too’. Your other hand finding purpose in the crook of his elbow, holding it gently yet firmly, you leaned into his side.
And then you walked in sync towards the car garage in the now unnaturally calm atmosphere, security once again flanking the both of you now.
Just two lovers wanting nothing more than to collapse into each other in their shared bed, at their shared home, where they can create their own little universe of stars only they could see.
Joining Him On In The Soop ~ Kim Seokjin
It all felt too good to be true as you took a seat in one of the deckchairs, lifting your sunglasses up, looking over the river, enjoying the peace and quiet. The commotion of the boys was all behind you, until you felt a thud land in the middle of your tummy, looking down to notice a ping pong ball in your lap.
“Sorry Y/N!” Jimin yelled, running down the grass bank to pick up the ball. “I’m trying to teach your boyfriend a thing or two about table tennis, but it’s not going as well as I hoped.”
“Let me guess, he’s showing off?” You asked, sniggering as his head nodded in response. You glanced back at Jin who shrugged innocently, raising his paddle in the air. “Give him a chance Jin!”
“I’ve given him plenty of chances, he’s rubbish.”
Your eyes rolled, “did no one ever teach you to look after your younger members?”
A response was absent as the two of them picked their game back up, both of them shouting at each other across the table as they desperately tried to win. You couldn’t help but watch on with a smile, as nice as the peace was, so was the sound of the boys enjoying themselves.
Eventually the game to an end, with Jin graciously accepting victory, running around the garden with his arms in the air before sitting down beside you. “I was on fire! Were you watching?”
“I was, you did great.”
His figure nudged against your side creating the perfect space for him to slide beside you on the chair, wrapping his arm around you, allowing your body to curve into his side, shielding your face from the hot beams of the summer sun.
“I heard that you were doing dinner tonight, can you really be trusted to do sashimi?”
“I don’t trust myself,” he chuckled, “but apparently everyone else does. Maybe you could give me a hand? I’m sure you’d love to get your hands in the tank and help me catch a fish.”
“If you think I’m going anywhere near that, you’re mistaken. If I so much as smell fish on you, you can find somewhere else to sleep tonight,” you pointed out.”
He chuckled, tapping his hand against your side, “how could you possibly resist me?”
Your eyes turned to him, glancing back at the chaotic boys behind you, “there’s six of your best friends behind me who will happily entertain me, whilst also not stinking of fish.”
Whilst he knew you could never mean it, that never stopped him from getting protective of how much time you spent with the boys. As much as you were joining them on vacation as a group, he was also very much looking forward to all the time the two of you could spend together, alone, without any of your usual interruptions.
It didn’t take long for your peaceful moment to be broken by the demanding yells of the boys for food, hearing Jin groan beside you, bringing a smile to your face.
“I swear having children would be less demanding than this, don’t you think?” He huffed.
“Just think of it as practice for when the real thing happens.”
You meant nothing by your comment as you kicked Jin off the chair, allowing your legs to stretch out, but it most definitely stuck with him. Kids was a topic that was still very taboo for you both, but over the past few months especially, Jin had spotted you dropping more hints about starting a family together.
He tried not to think too much of it as he began preparing dinner for the boys with Jungkook and Yoongi around to give him a helping hand. Every so often he’d look out and see you in a competitive game of badminton with Taehyung or racing the RC boats with Namjoon by the river as you patiently waited for your meal.
Once it was finally prepared, Jin was hasty in sitting down beside you, passing you all that you needed before taking care of the rest of the boys, resting his hand against your leg.
Throughout the whole meal Jin had your attention, he was attentive, much more than usual, jumping every time you spoke, refusing to take his eyes away from you.
After you’d helped Taehyung and Namjoon clean away, a cold hand slipped into yours, walking down to the river as the sun began to set. “I wanted to speak to you,” Jin whispered closely.
“Everything alright?” You asked as he sat you in between his legs, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You were a bit odd during dinner.”
His head nodded, leaning to rest against the nape of your neck. “It’s just…you made a comment earlier about children, and it got to me. Have you really thought about the two of us having children, is it something you can see happening for the two of us?”
Hearing you giggle lightly brought a soft smile to his lips, answering him simply with a kiss to the back of his hand. For a long time, kids had been playing on your mind, you and Jin were in a stable place, which you hoped would continue for a long time.
“I’ve always thought about it, but only seriously with you. You take such good care of the boys, it makes me wonder what you’d be like if we had little ones of our own,” you admitted, “what about you? Is it something you’ve ever thought about?”
“I’ve thought a lot today,” he informed you, reflecting back to his time in the kitchen. “Maybe once we get back home, we could give it a bit more thought, when we have time to ourselves?”
“I like your thinking,” you blushed, feeling his lips trace along the nape of your neck. “Do you reckon we should head back up? Make sure they’re not causing any trouble?”
His head shook, but the shout that soon followed of Hobi made you both jump high enough to race back up to the house, walking in to see the airplane he’d been struggling to build dismantled on the floor. Jimin stood innocently beside him, smiling weakly at the mess he’d so obviously caused.
You knelt down by Hobi, collecting all the pieces, and unfolding the instructions, seeing as best you could how the problem could be resolved. “We’ll get it back together, don’t worry,” you assured him, beginning the long process of building.
Two hours later, the plane was back to its usual state, and the familiar smile Hobi proudly wore appeared back on his face. “How did you even do that? You’re such a mum Y/N, I honestly don’t know what we’d do without you.”
“It’s no big deal, just a bit of patience was all it took,” you smiled, walking out of the room to find Jin, smiling as Hobi began to enjoy the toy again, running out into the garden with it.
“See, you’ll be a great mum,” Jin softly spoke once you’d found him, feeling his arms pull you into his chest.”
Your head shook, “dealing with grown adults is a whole different ball game to actual children.”
“You really underestimate how childlike all of us are.”
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summer nights and morning dew | jjk
“Look, I don’t care. You can’t trust people, and we need to protect what’s ours, okay? So do us all a favor and take off those rose-colored glasses.”
Hoseok huffs, standing from the log and staring into the now smoldering fire. “You’re one to talk,” he mutters. “As if we don’t know where you go every night.”
Jeongguk blinks in surprise. “Wh—what?”
But Hoseok is already on his way to his cabin for the night, and whatever he mumbles, it’s unintelligible.
pairing: alpha werewolf!jk x f knitter!reader
genre: FLUFF, a grain of angst, sorta oldentimes cottagecore au lol
word count: 11k
warnings: like 1 use of ‘fuck’ but there’s also some nudity because werewolves shifting, otherwise, this is incredibly sweet
rating: like… PG
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author’s note: so… this is honestly one of my favorite fics i’ve written in a long while 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and i really hope you guys like it too <3<3
August
“No, look, we need to constantly be on guard, and frankly, expect the worst. Do you realize how much we lost on that one elk?!” Jeongguk questions, angrier than he usually lets himself become.
Hoseok sighs quietly, throwing a small stick into whatever’s left of the fire.
“Huh?”
“Yes,” he finally answers reluctantly.
“So what did we lose, exactly?”
“Money.”
But Jeongguk doesn’t let go so easily. Not when the recent mistakes have cost so much, already.
Hoseok meets the unwavering, waiting gaze of his alpha, sighing once more and sitting up straighter on the log. “If we’d managed to protect him until sexual maturity, then the herd would’ve had a chance to grow further. Which would’ve meant that we’d have more elk meat to sell in the coming years.”
“Right. But you let those wolves through, why?” Jeongguk pushes because he needs Hoseok to get it.
“Because he found one of them hot,” Yoongi comments, an underlying teasing tone to his voice.
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He Spots A Fan Having A Panic Attack In The Crowd ~ Jung Hoseok
His eyes stopped the moment he spotted the fan stood in the front row, leaning up against the barrier. He quickly looked around for a member of staff who was around to help, but the whole of the bottom stage was clear of any assistance.
He knew his line was coming, but his eyes couldn’t focus as he watched the young fan try to catch their breath. He looked back momentarily at the boys who continued to perform, making the snap decision to jump down from the stage.
The screams instantly grew louder as he came close to the fans, only building the anxiety more around the fan he had his eyes on. His sudden decision finally brought staff around him, but he refused to listen to their calls.
He stopped directly in front of the fan, kneeling down so they could see him, and hopefully calm down a little bit. You failed to realise anything that was going on, until you realised the reason the fans had gone wild, was you.
Tears streamed down your face as you met Hobi’s concerned eyes, desperately trying to stop yourself from panicking further. “It’s alright, just breathe with me,” he smiled, inhaling a deep breath.
You used the sleeves of your merchandise shirt to wipe away a few of your tears, as Hobi stayed in front of you. You were fully aware of everyone watching you at this point, but Hobi paid no attention to any of it, aside from you.
“You’re alright, just a little panicked. Take some deep breaths, and you’ll be alright.”
He was careful and cautious around you, he knew it could have made things a whole lot worse if he approached you, but he couldn’t leave you panicking, once he’d spotted you, he just couldn’t walk away and leave you there.
“Don’t worry about anything else and just focus on me for a moment,” he assured you, passing you one of the towels from the very front of the stage. “Are you alright? Something serious must have got to you there to get in that state.”
“I’m fine, I’m sorry,” you muttered, looking down to the ground as Hobi stood back up. “I didn’t mean to mess up your performance,” you continued, unaware of the pout on Hobi’s face, as he heard you speak, feeling his heart break.
His hand rested gently against your side, giving you a comforting hug, pushing you aside lightly from a group of fans who were particularly loud beside you.
“You don’t need to apologise; I just want to know that you’re alright. The concert is the least of my concerns whenever I spot an army upset. Do you want to tell me a little more about what brought all of this on? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“It’s just loud, and a little overwhelming seeing you on the stage,” you whispered, still unable to bring yourself to look at him properly.
“Concerts are overwhelming for me too, that’s something we have in common.”
“You probably think I’m crazy,” you frowned, “and now you’re being nice because you feel bad for me,” you noted, glancing up as his head shook.
Anytime he saw a fan upset, it bothered him too. He was supposed to be the bright sunshine that made all of his fans happy, so when he failed in doing that, he was hard on himself too. It didn’t matter who the fan was, or where they came from, he always promised he’d make it his mission to make sure that every army was happy.
He knew the whole arena was waiting on him, the boys were all confused as they stood up on the stage, and the fans who were around you were beginning to spread rumours that passed back row after row.
You felt his arm unwrap around you, looking up to watch him walk away, only for him to come back a few moments later with his water bottle, handing it over to you. You took a few shaky breaths before unscrewing the lid and taking a couple of sips before trying to hand it back to him.
“Keep it, I’ve got plenty more backstage,” he assured you, pushing it back in your direction, “do you need anymore to drink? I’m sure I can go and grab a couple of the water bottles if you need me too?” He asked you.
“No, you’ve already done enough for me,” you softly smiled back at him.
“I haven’t if you’re still worried, I can’t perform unless I see you smile properly,” he responded, pulling a face at you. “I want everyone to be smiling at my concerts.”
Once you’d given him a wider smile, you watched as he stepped back on stage and the concert continued. You were still shaky and nervous as the rest of the concert played out, but Hobi’s words of comfort stuck with you throughout.
As the concert came to an end and the boys began to take their final bow, you watched on as Hobi jumped back down off of the stage again and walked across to you. “I’ve got a little something that might help you feel less anxious in the future.”
He placed his microphone down before taking off the wristband that he wore, taking your arm and holding it out so he could slide it onto your wrist. It was far too big for you, hanging down, but still, you were so thankful for the gesture.
“When you start to panic, or feel the world closing in on you, you just have to take a look at this and know that I’m with you. It doesn’t matter where I am in the world, I’ll be thinking of you, and I’ll want you to be smiling,” he told you.
You nodded, listening closely to his every word, before securely bringing your arm down to your side so that no one else could see it. “Thank you for coming to check on me, I might have been a bit of a mess for most of it, but this was the best concert I’ve ever been to. You’re all so talented, and your fans are lucky to have you guys too.”
He smiled appreciatively, pulling you into another light hug. This time you felt a lot less tense than before, allowing him to feel relaxed knowing that you weren’t quite as nervous as you were a few songs ago.
He leant over the barrier, whispering into your ear, “make sure that you get home safely, and always keep that wristband close to you when you need it.”
“I will, I promise I’ll never let go of it. I’ll have it on me always.”
After smiling at you one last time, Hobi made his way back onto the stage, waving to the crowd of fans before running off the stage with the rest of the boys. As the fans started to file out, you took a few moments, leaning against the barrier where Hobi had stood.
The empty water bottle he gave you was placed between your feet, you bent down carefully to pick it up, noticing the small H that was engraved on top of the lid.
“I think I’ll bring you with me too as a little memento,” you whispered, bringing the bottle close into your chest.
You glanced up one final time, taking a deep breath in, before letting go of it, spinning on your heels to head home, with two items that would allow you to remember the show forever.
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Your Eyes || myg
↔Genre: romance; fluff; cat!hybrid!yoongi x girlfriend!reader.
↔Warnings: mentions of embarrassment.
↔Request: "Hey so I was wondering if you could write a Cat Hybrid Yoongi x Reader where reader is just SUPER curious about Yoongi's eyes cause they are like cats eyes and his pupils will be like slits when he's just normal but like she knows when he's getting excited or anxious because his pupils dilate really big and round and she teases him for it and he gets all flustered. Cause honestly any excite to have Yoongi being shy about eye contact"
A/n: I really hope you like it, thank you so much for the cute request! 💞
The space that separated you from the feline hybrid dwindled until the tips of your noses teased the other with a brush of contact as your eyes attempted to peer into his irises that had fascinated you so.
His brow quirked whilst his ebony tail flicked against your hip, curious as to why you had developed a new found interest in his molten chocolate eyes.
His lashes kissed the tops of his cheeks that were now dusted pink at the onslaught of your attention he now bashfully basked in.
"(Y/n)? What's the matter? Is there something that interests you?"
Silence met his question, instead, a soft brush of your fingers against his twitching ear presented itself as your only answer, one that not only elicited a deep rumble of content, but expanded his pupils into pools of love for you that rested upon his legs.
His instincts prompted him to pull into your touch, his eyes falling shut to savor the constantly craved action only to open at the huff of frustration that escaped you.
The umber irises peeked open to greet the pout that had settled upon your features.
"Your eyes, they're so pretty," you mumbled, retracting your hand to study how the dark abysses shrunk at the loss of your touch.
His large hands found themselves placed upon your waist as he intently listened to your discovery of something he hardly noticed, due to how common he had found it to be.
But you viewed his eyes as something extraordinary, a work of art with every blink that revealed the masterpieces he hid.
"Especially when you become excited, they become so big."
At the information meeting his ears, he lowered them in embarrassment; his cheeks dusted pink, now realizing the reason behind your stares
A mewl bubbled within his throat whilst he buried his face into your neck, his chest resonating with a purr he was unable to stifle.
He drew your name out into a whine at your giggles that he had earned with his shy actions; you took his round cheeks within your hands, a beaming smile shining upon your lips pointed at his lowered sight.
"Yoongi, they're the most beautiful sight I've ever seen."
Reluctantly, he brought them back to your own, almost agonizingly slow to present to you, your most favored feature of his, which was merely one out of many.
"Really?"
You nodded eagerly before you caved to the desires you had harbored all this time you had studied his eyes without any distraction.
You brought yourself closer to press a tender kiss to his nose, the eyes you adored so much following your movements to grow wide once more.
The rapid beat of his heart fluttered beneath your finger tips whilst you sluggishly found his lips in a languid kiss, in no hurry to end until your eyes flickered open to witness his round pupils that were glazed with affection.
Before you could abandon his grasp, his eyes widened just a fraction to grant you a better view, his care for you overpowered his shyness all in the name of his love for you.
The thought nearly melted your heart right within your chest.
"You have the prettiest eyes of all, kitty." You sighed, adoring the feeling of the burn of his cheeks as he smiled up at you.
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rivalry is dead | seokjin
pairing: seokjin x reader
genre: rivals to lovers | fluff, angst
word count: 1.4k
warning/s: stalking.
summary: You're in danger and Seokjin, your rival, just happened to be the only one who could save your life.
Part of BTSGhostieMarathon (Situation #1)
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You were originally planning to eat only five sticks of odeng but you ended up eating twice the amount instead. Not because you’re that hungry but because you’re trying to stall for time since you had an odd feeling that someone’s watching you and you can’t tell yet if it’s the seemingly creepy man leaning on a lamp post or someone else but you had a strong feeling that it has to be the former.
Inconspicuously, you took a glance at the man by the lamp post to check if your suspicions were right only for it to be warranted once your eyes met his. Goosebumps immediately rose on your skin when you noticed how he didn’t even try to look away, smirking even as if he had sensed how he had gotten you anxious by that one look alone.
As much as you want to stall for more time, you don’t have enough money to munch on another stick of odeng since you had only brought your apartment keys and an exact ₩5,000 note with you, causing you to inwardly curse yourself for going out at this hour just so you could satisfy your late night cravings but who would knew that you’d find yourself in this predicament in the first place?
Sighing, you gave your ₩5,000 note to the vendor but before you could leave the stall, you closed your eyes, hoping the man won’t follow you but it looks like luck’s not on your side tonight because as soon as you started to walk, the man made his move to trail along behind you.
You tried to stay calm as you reassure yourself that maybe you’re just being paranoid and it’s just by chance that he happened to leave at the same time and walk the same route as yours but still, it’s better to be safe than sorry and you figured that if he’s going to follow you then it’s best that you make a detour rather than walking straight towards your apartment.
As you turn to walk to your left, you hope for the nth time that the man would walk the other way around but to your dismay, he was quick to follow you still and you’re now definitely certain that this isn’t all just in your head.
Sucking in your breath, you put your hands inside the pockets of your jacket as you fumbled around for your keys, slotting them in between your fingers just in case he gets dangerously close to you but the sounds of his footsteps getting closer threw your whole composure off.
“What’s the hurry?” the man wickedly laughed, agitating you even more.
Don’t panic. you reminded yourself.
Now, if your memory serves you right, there is a pizza place right around the corner and you’ll be safe in no time if you just keep your calm the whole way there but the universe must really hate you for this to happen – the pizza place is closed!
You chewed on your bottom lip as you could already feel the hot tears starting to prick your eyes. Honestly, you don’t know what to do anymore given that you’re currently in a badly lit secluded area with no place to go and no one to save you, that is until you saw your last hope.
“Jin!” you called out as you eagerly ran towards the other side of the road and you couldn’t care less to check both sides first.
“Oh look who we–umph“ Jin let out a grunt once he caught you, arms instinctively wrapping around your waist as he took a step back to steady the both of you.
“Could you please walk me home?”, your voice wavered as you whispered right to his ear.
“Why? What happened?” Jin tried to pry you away to check in on you but you just pulled him tighter, cowering in fear as you bury your head further down to his neck where you now let your tears freely fall.
What a strange turn of events, Jin thought as he found himself dumbfounded when one minute ago he was just doing his nighttime run and the next thing he knows, you’re clinging to him for dear life like you’ve never seen him for ages when in reality, you just saw each other in the office just mere hours ago.
If anything, it’s a lot more bewildering that you’re acting this way when it’s clearly apparent that you despise each other ever since the two of you found out that you’re both qualified for promotion to the same managerial position but Jin likes to believe your hatred for him started way back to that time you were able to finally caught him in the act of stealing your greek yogurt at the office’s communal fridge.
Still, no matter how much you hate each other’s guts, Jin felt the need to comfort you or rather to protect you once he took notice of the man standing right across the road where you just came from.
“That man across the road, Is he following you?” Jin asked without taking his eyes off of the man who’s still looking at you intently but Jin was able to throw him off with just a glare, causing the man to scratch his head as he left with his tail between his legs.
“I-Is he still there?”
“He’s gone now.”
You let out a relieved sigh as you pull away, wiping your tear stained cheeks, “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing? It’s okay. You’re okay” Jin gave you a warm smile, reassuring you as he kept his right arm around your shoulder, pulling you onto his side, “Let’s get you home.”
“Okay” your voice faltered as you brought your head down, crying once again.
“Ah don’t cry” Jin chuckled, squeezing your arm as he guided you along with him to walk.
“I just–I thought i was actually going to die and i also thought about how it sucks to have odeng as my last meal, you know?” you said with much seriousness that had Jin doubling in laughter.
“Well, good thing you aren’t dead.”
Your eyes narrowed suspiciously, “I bet you once wished I was.”
“Even though we’re rivals, It’s simply too low of me to wish for that”, Jin looked away for a second, “plus, I don’t actually hate you that much, Y/N.”
You look at Jin as you try to think of a sarcastic remark to make but what else are you going to say to that when he’s this close to you, arms wrapped securely around you whilst his hand would rub or squeeze your arm from time to time to ease you and you may or may not think that you could get used to this.
But before you could give much thought about it, your apartment complex building came into view which gives you now an excuse to withdraw from his hold before Jin could make your heart flutter even more.
“Well, this is me”, you said as you walked up in front of the building’s entrance, “Thanks, Jin.”
“Wait, I should at least walk you up to your front door just so i know you’re truly safe.”
“It’s fine, you’ve already done so much and don’t worry, i got it from here” you dismissed him, turning your back at him but Jin was swift to grab your hand, stopping you from your tracks.
“Actually, i just live nearby – a five minute walk from here to be exact, so it’s really no bother, now come on.” Jin dragged you up the stairs along with him, giving in as you told him the directions towards your apartment until you both arrived outside your front door.
“Thank you again, Jin. If it weren’t for you, i’d probably be found dead in a ditch right now” you shyly said, not meeting his eyes as you focus instead on fishing your keys inside your pocket.
“It’s nothing really, just know that i got you or should i say–”, Jin was laughing before he could even finish his sentence and you can’t help but do the same with how contagious his laugh is, “ yogurt me.”
“That was such a bad joke!” you cringed, slapping his arm in the process.
“Sorry, I was just trying to make you feel better.”
The sounds of your laughter ceased down as you both just stand there, looking at each other with a dumb smile on your faces but the moment was ruined when the door suddenly opened, revealing your friend whom you shared the apartment with as she holds on a trash bag on her hand, eyes traveling from you to Jin then towards your still entwined hands and you just knew that you will never hear the end of it when you saw the mischievous smile creeping up across her face.
“It’s not what it looks like.”
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Spooked
Requested by anon - a picture of your request will be at the bottom of the post! Thanks for sending it in, I had so much fun with it! :)
Pairing:best friend!BTS, maybe some secret crushes going on? 👀
Premise: You + all 7 members of BTS visiting a haunted house. What could go wrong?
So, so much.
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: they are touring a haunted house, so there’s gonna be some scary story/spooky things going on. hopefully there’s enough fun things/fluff to counter it?
a/n: this was longer than I expected it to be…but I was having fun with ot7. hopefully nobody minds lol
It wasn’t your fault that Hobi had never seen “A Quiet Place”. He had mentioned it as you scrolled through the options on his TV while lounging on his couch like an overgrown cat. Everyone else was in the process of scarfing down their dinner, popping popcorn, and laughing over whatever Jimin and Yoongi were bickering about.
Obviously you had to watch it.
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“You just wanted to see me in devil horns.”
namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 500+
a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s 3/7 of the halloween blurbs! Namjoon and Daisy/reader went to a bar all dressed up in their costumes for Halloween and Joon got a bit more tipsy than Daisy but he’s adorable so it’s fine :( I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))
Walking down the city street, your arm linked with your boyfriend’s, you couldn’t help but giggle at his drunken antics. The sounds of music from the bar you spent the evening at could still be heard down the sidewalk as you both slowly made your way farther from it.
The man swore he wasn’t “that drunk” but actions speak louder than words, and Namjoon had been singing the Monster Mash for five minutes straight.
“Dimples,” you groaned through your wide smile, bumping into him with your body. “Babe, stop,” you whined.
“They did the mash,” he continued to sing, his voice high pitched, cracking and off tune, and though quiet, still loud enough that any passersby could hear as they scooted past your tipsy selves.
“Joon,” you whined once more.
“The monster mash,” he continued cutely, but obnoxiously.
“It would be one thing if you actually knew the whole song but you only know the chorus,” you complained.
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The Pact | Halloween Special |
Pairing: ot7 x reader (NOT POLY)
Word Count: 1.7k
Premise: The Pact gang revisits the haunted house a few months later.
Warnings: angst, fluff, feelings. sfw!
a/n: welcome back pact fam! just a lil Drabble for halloween, hope you all had a great one! just gonna link this ask where I outlined which boys have moved on and which haven't/what they're currently up to. happy reading! would love to hear from you!
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“I don’t understand the appeal,” Hobi whines under his breath, trailing behind your group as you approach the haunted house. “What’s so fun about wandering around a haunted house? Wouldn’t you rather go get hot chocolate or something?”
It’s Jungkook who calls him out on his complaining, turning from where he stands near the front with a grin on his face. “Whatever hyung, you’re just mad you didn’t get to stay in tonight and watch Marry Poppins.”
You can’t help but snort at the look of defeat that crosses Hobi’s features. He knows he’s been caught red-handed. Giggling, you pat his shoulder.
“Whatever,” he mutters under his breath. Eyeing the haunted house warily, Hobi lingers on the front steps before taking a small step up.
“Yoongi,” you turn to see your boyfriend of nearly eight months leaning up against the front door. “Why aren’t you comforting your soulmate?”
Huffing a sigh, Yoongi heads down the stairs and wraps an arm around Hobi’s shaking shoulders. “I’ll be right beside you throughout the whole thing,” Yoongi promises, fighting back a smile as Hobi noticeably relaxes.
“Promise?”
“Sure.”
It takes a moment for you to realize that with Yoongi taking care of Hobi, you’ve been left vulnerable. Just before Jimin opens the door, you stop him.
“Wait!” Turning to face the seven boys with a frown, you look around frantically. “Let me go in the middle, at least!”
Taehyung’s laugh sounds nothing less than evil. “No way, fend for yourself, loser.”
“I’ll die-”
“You’ll be fine, jagiya,” Yoongi says, a smirk on his face. “Just be brave. Wasn’t this your idea, anyway?”
“Yah,” Jungkook chides. “No so fun, now, is it-”
“Jeon Jungkook!” The small voice cuts through the group, and you turn to see the girl that stands beside Jungkook. Isa, Jungkook’s girlfriend that he met online a couple of months ago, has just come into town for the first time yesterday. She met Jungkook and the rest of your group all within the span of a few hours.
“C’mon,” Isa strides up to the front, linking her arm through yours. “They’re just a bunch of cowards, anyway. We’ll head up the group.”
You suddenly like Isa a lot. Straightening up, you shoot Yoongi a glare that has Namjoon cackling knowingly before turning and striding inside the haunted house.
Isa’s hand comes around to grasp yours, her tight grip the only thing belying her fear. You enter the house and stride into the sitting room, standing in the center of the room as the boys file in. Jungkook just chuckles at the sight of you two, happy to see that his girlfriend is just as amazing in real life as she’d seemed in their Overwatch group chat.
“Hey!” Gina strides into the room with a bright smile that’s so at odds with the grim interior of the house. “It’s my favorite group!”
You don’t miss the way her eyes jump over Jin, and how she blushes a little. The two of them went out a handful of times, but nothing ever came of it. Thankfully, they’ve remained friends.
“Ready to get going?” Gina asks after introducing herself to an enthusiastic Isa. You can’t help but smile as you note the way Jungkook’s nose scrunches up over Isa’s cute behavior.
“Yes ma’am,” Taehyung mock salutes, laughing as Jimin elbows him. “Hey! That was uncalled for!”
“I apologize for their behavior,” you drawl, pointedly ignoring Yoongi’s gaze. “They don’t get to leave the house very often, so they’re a little excited today.”
“How unfortunate,” Gina drawls with an evil grin.
It’s Isa that shrugs, tugging you forward as you begin to follow Gina through the house. “Oh well. Maybe if they can play nice tonight, they’ll get a reward.”
You swear you can hear Jungkook choking on his own spit.
Gina wiggles her eyebrows at you, the two of you sharing a laugh at Isa’s bold comment. Her cheeks burn red under the dim lighting of the haunted house, but she doesn’t back down. Instead, she turns to give Jungkook a pointed look.
“Alrighty then,” Namjoon sighs out. “Let’s get going!”
Together you follow Gina into the next room, where a large painting stares menacingly down at you. Fighting a shudder, you catch Yoongi’s eye. As Gina drones on about the estranged wife whose spirit still roams the house and surrounding property, you’re taken back to just a few months ago.
To think that you’d been sandwiched between him and Namjoon, slowly losing your mind as Yoongi held your hand, brings a little smile to your face. You truly had no idea what you were about to get yourself into; venturing on a weekly date with each of the boys for the next seven weeks, only to find that there was no better match for you than Yoongi.
Returning your sheepish smile, Yoongi looks like a dream even in this haunted house. He looks like everything you’ve ever wanted.
“So,” Isa keeps a firm grip on your hand as she leans in to whisper conspiratorially. “You two are adorable.”
You blush. “Oh…uh, thanks.”
“How’d you two meet?”
“Look!” Jimin interrupts, pointing at the portrait in the dining room of the wife. “It’s the female version of Jin!”
Jin’s offended gasp is enough to make you crack up, watching as he strides toward Jimin with threats lingering in his eyes. “Come here, Park, I’ll show you what I look like up close!”
The two of them disappear into the hallway, Taehyung hurrying after them to either save Jimin from certain death or help Jin to torment him.
“Shall we head up to the attic?” Gina asks, unperturbed by the chaotic behavior surrounding her. Namjoon somehow convinces Hobi to go up to the attic with him, leaving only you, Yoongi, Isa, and Jungkook below.
“You guys all seem so close,” Isa comments, leaning into Jungkook’s chest as he brings his arms around her. “It’s awesome.”
Yoongi’s hand finds yours, pulling it into his sweatshirt pocket as he begins to trace circles on the back of your hand. “Yeah, we’re pretty lucky to have each other.” You lean into his body warmth, grinning up at him.
“Oh! Isa,” you give her a conspiratorial grin. “You and Jungkook will have to check out the room in the basement that was sealed off. Rumor has it that that’s where they found the estranged wife’s corpse.”
Isa’s eyes widen. “Wait, really?” Jungkook nuzzles into her neck, cheeks burning as he knows what you’re implying. All those months ago you’d been locked in there with him, nearly sharing a kiss which resulted in him spilling the information about the pact. It’s only right that he spends some time in there with Isa tonight.
“Yeah, but it’s not too scary, jagi,” Jungkook mumbles. “I’ll keep you safe.”
Isa blushes a deep scarlet. “I-I’m not afraid.”
“Right.”
“I’m not!”
Jungkook’s laugh echoes off the walls, temporarily drowning out the sound of Jimin’s yelling from another part of the house. It sounds like Taehyung has decided to assist Jin in annoying the poor boy.
As Isa and Jungkook continue to bicker, Yoongi tugs you to the side. You follow him blindly, marveling in the way his black hair seems drink in the shadows surrounding him.
“And where do you two think you’re going?” Jungkook calls out, stopping you in your tracks. Yoongi just shrugs, smirking at the younger boy.
“Making sure Jimin doesn’t get too scraped up,” he says. You see straight through his lie and suspect that Jungkook does, too, but neither of you comment on it. Yoongi pulls you along through the house, tip-toeing through the hallways until you come back to the front entrance. Once you’re outside on the porch, he tugs you down to sit beside him on the porch swing.
Trick or treaters rush past on the sidewalk, squealing with excitement. Princesses and jedis, mermaids and pirates pass by in a blur, making you chuckle.
You hear Jimin before you see him. He runs around outside, coming from the backyard to the front. Taehyung is hot on his heels, laughing maniacally. Neither of them pay the two of you any attention, too caught up in their game of cat and mouse to even bother.
Jin follows behind them languidly, his amused expression faltering as he spots you and Yoongi wrapped up on the porch swing.
“You two bailed out as well?” He asks, forcing a smile. You don’t miss the way he doesn’t hold your eyes for more than a heartbeat before focusing on the night sky.
“Hobi was holding onto to me so tightly that I thought he was about to cut off my circulation,” Yoongi responds, chuckling. “So I got out while I could.”
“That checks out.” Jin keeps walking, offering the two of you a wave before turning the corner to head back to the back, where Jimin and Taehyung disappeared to. A few seconds pass before Yoongi’s low voice reaches your ears.
“Hey.” You turn to look at him, not realizing how tense you were until he reaches up to brush your hair out of your eyes. “You ok?”
“…is he ok?”
It’s been months, but Jin is still distant. Friendly, but distant. Like it pains him to have you close by. It hurts to see him hurting.
Yoongi looks into your eyes with a warmth you can feel in your bones. “I think he’s struggling today. Coming here…where everything started…”
“It hits a little too close to home?”
“Exactly.” Leaning in a little closer, Yoongi presses his lips to your forehead. “But he’ll be ok, jagiya.”
You don’t have any words left to say, but Yoongi doesn’t mind. He just rocks the two of you back and forth, pulling you into his arms as you watch the endless parade of trick or treaters passing by. The stars wink down at you, putting you at ease as Yoongi hums a disjointed tune above you.
“Yoongi?”
“Hmm?”
“I…if I had to do it all again, I’d still choose you.” You trace a heart onto the fabric of his jeans. “I’ll always choose you, Yoongs.”
It’s silent for a long moment, and you finally look up to see Yoongi’s eyes trained on the stars above as though offering up a prayer. Finally, those eyes find yours and you’re startled to see tears glinting in them.
“Could you kiss me, please?”
The kids passing by giggle and screech as you press your lips to his, but you don’t mind. You don’t stop when his lips taste of salty tears and his hands are fisted into your jacket. You don’t stop when the last of his doubts are swept away from his mind and you’re both gasping for air.
And even then, you don’t stop.
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My Home
Summary: It was close to winter, and your medicine was nearly complete for you to use. But when it came to, you helped another whose wounds were life threatening. Now, random items kept showing up on your porch, with each item bringing you closer to the creature you healed. And when he returned, he saved you. Now, with him, you felt like you were home.
Pairing: Dragon Yoongi x Human Healer Reader
Genre: strangers to lovers, dragon au, fluff, angst, middle ages au, soulmate au,
Word Count: 3.9k
Warnings: stupid village people, healer mc, injuries, mention of blood, angry villagers, protective yoongi, stealing, soulmate yoongi, yoongi being the biggest simp, violence, threats, drunk mr. lee, unwanted pursuing, fleeing your home, mainly just simp yoongi, sick mc, talk of illness,
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You were sick. That much you could tell.
You had been raised by your grandmother, the village healer, and had known the signs of sickness well. You helped your grandmother many times, healing various people within the community.
People had even come from lands over for the opportunity to be healed by your grandmother, her talent talked about my numerous travelers over the years. It was amazing, watching her heal the sick and wounded, and your attraction to healing helped you to grow as well. Soon enough, you had become a healer, taking over for the village after your grandmother passed on a couple of winters ago.
But now, it was you that was sick, and you were missing ingredients that you knew would help. Your breathing was beginning to be hoarse, the longer you tried to find the elderberries you grew up picking.
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About me
So..if you are wondering "who is this gal?" this is about me
*Note: these may change*
Pronouns and Sexuality: she/they, Asexual lesbian
Age: Young teen.
Fandoms: Encanto, MHA, Rescue Bots, MLB (Miraculouse Ladybug), Pokemon, Sanders Sides, FNAF, Hazbian Hotel, Skylander Academy and Harry Potter, The Amazing Digital Circus, Danny Phantom, The Owl House
I am bad at spelling.
You can ask anything about my au. Though I have a few more headcannons for some then others.
The OC is named Trinity Luna.
PLZ: try to keep this appropriate.
HG RGM-96X Jesta
I didn’t actually know of the Jesta when I bought this kit from Comic Con in Birmingham 2 years ago. At that time, I had not watched Gundam Unicorn yet, but I have always been looking for an modern version of the Jegan in HG. Also at that time Jegan was actually quite difficult to find and the cost of the Stark Jegan is just way too much for what I like to pay.
Hence I painted my Jesta in Jegan…
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HG Sengoku Astray Gundam Update
HG Sengoku Astray Gundam Update
I have previously blogged about my customised Sengoku Astray Gundam. But there was one small bit that has been bugging for a long time; I had previously painted the mouth piece black, but due to the muted dark red colour the black mouth piece was not really visible so I repainted it dark red. It doesn’t really change much but as least it stopped bugging me.
I have also added a Strike Rogueinto my…
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