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Of Bears And Bonds | 01
➬ Of Bears and Bonds
➬ Character | Seokjin x reader
⇢ Genre | Were-bear/Bear Shifter!Seokjin, Witch! Reader, Fated Mates!au, Smut, Angst
⇢ Summary | Winter always comes with surprises. Sometimes it brings you the joy in the form of solitude, other times it comes with a snowstorm that buries your old cabin in a thick snow mountain that has you trapped until Springtime. You had believed that you were prepared for anything come winter. The only thing you have not been prepared to deal with is to find a bear being sent to your doorsteps. Asleep.
⇢ Ratings & Warnings | +18/mature; slow burn (and I mean, really slow), nudity, voyeurism, Jin appearing as a bear at the beginning of the story (it’s pretty obvious I think, but a fair warning was needed on this one), size kink (Jin has a big D), tattooed Jin, mentions of marking.
⇢ Word count | 19k words (I’m so sorry!)
➥ Part of the Shifters Series | World Map & Fic Glossary | Next Chapter ⇢
➥ Cross post | Inkitt | Wattpad
⇢ Author’s Note | I have decided to split this story into two parts because I didn’t want to make you guys wait too much longer. This story takes place around the similar timeline from the scenes in Blood Moon Rising, but can also serve as a prequel. The story can be read as a standalone, yet it would probably be more pleasurable to read this alongside the main series Blood Moon Rising and/or by reading The Half-Lycan beforehand. | For @jamaisjoons and @theodea who have been hyping me up with this one and for helping me by tossing ideas back and forth whenever I get stuck.
PART ONE
Many years had passed since the last time the lone sorcerer, Mage Cian, stepped foot in the North.
For the mage had not been a huge fan of the cold weather. Despite his constant traveling when he is not leading the small community of White Witches and Warlocks that he had built for himself way in the East, he always chooses to stay away from the cold parts of the region, keeping it low and warm. Yet, he is risking it all today, as the North had always been known as the coldest part of the region. Particularly on times like now, when winter is near.
The cold temperature in the North is just starting to pick up as Mage Cian finally arrives at where he should be, letting him know that his time is almost up. He knows that he needs to make pace if he wants to make sure that everything will run according to what fate has planned.
There is no sign for the snow to arrive on this part of the land just yet, but the ground has already started to become frosty as the dead leaves and gravel crunch underneath his boots on his way to the edge of the forest. It doesn’t take him long before he emerges through the dense trees and finds himself staring at the rocky wall at the foot of the mountain. He continues his short walk just as the sky begins to grow darker, tracing the rocky hill until he is standing right at the mouth of a dark cavern that would soon be covered under a mountain of snow.
With no more time to waste, Mage Cian enters the cave with calm and grace, without making so much of a noise. Using his magic, he lights his way in to reach the heart of the cavern, making sure to get through the dark without disrupting the peace and quiet. He needs to tread his way in carefully if he wants things to go on without a hitch.
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selfie | jjk | 1
pairing(s): jungkook x reader
summary: Is this a rom-com, slice-of-life drama with unsolicited social commentary about gender stereotypes, idol music, and the meaningless meaning of the word, “adult”? Yes. But also, Jeon Jungkook shouldn’t be in love with his hyung’s little sister and he is. Shit.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; mentions of depression, anxiety; reader uses idol music as a coping mechanism, who doesn’t?; loons-to-lovers; non-idol!AU - oppa’s bestfriend!Jungkook x SHINee fangirl!reader
Knowledge of the idol group SHINee will help enrich the experience (wiki). If you’re not familiar with them, please check out their songs too (esp their iconic debut song)! As a wise person once said, even if SHINee aren’t your idols, they’re your idols’ idols. :)
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1. in which there are a lot of misunderstandings and these loons don’t know any better.
You blinked.
Then you sent a reply.
?
You went back to your journal, only to have your phone violently sing ‘3 PM’ from the Animal Crossing New Leaf OST. Your ringtone. You glared at your phone before recognizing the number. The phone number that had sent you said selfie. Jeon Jungkook, one of your brother’s best friends. You pressed the start call button and put it on speakerphone, setting your almost-dead phone on the charging stand.
“Who is this?”
You inked in one of you doodles in your journal as you responded. “Your mom.”
“Oh. You’re not…”
“The sucker you’re trying to seduce with that selfie? Nope.”
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“When Taehyung realises that you call him Good Boy whenever he is being helpful, he can’t stop himself from being extra productive in the household.”
Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader
Genre: f2l!AU, Roommates to Lovers!AU, Romance, Smut
Warnings: sub!Taehyung, dom!Reader, major good boy kink, use of a collar & leash, pet play, puppy!Tae, mommy kink, oral (f.recieving), guided masturbation, edging, doggy style with a leash, thigh riding, safe sex, multiple orgasms (f.recieving), also Tae wears his glasses during sex omfg, slight gamer!Taehyung as well, they make out in his gaming chair while he plays a game omfg
Wordcount: 15.6k
a/n: I discovered a new kink with this story, send help, I also included one of the things I think about on a daily which is sitting down on Tae’s lap as he games and then kissing him. That shit haunts me omfg. Either wAY enough about my thirst jsjjfs I hope you guys can find joy in this lil story. Hehe ily 💜
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Taehyung has many secrets. For example that he cheated on all of his exams and that he did so without ever getting caught. Another secret was his well hidden stash of candy in his room, which he fills up regularly with his favourite chocolates and sweet bonbons. He also never really told anybody about his fantasies to be the owner of an art gallery one day, because he thinks that it is a very silly dream to have.
But his biggest secret is most definitely the fact that he loves being called a good boy. This is something he will truly never ever tell anyone, not even his diary. That is just how secret of a secret that secret truly is.
You had many secrets as well. For example that you go to the library not to read but to snack on those really yummy fruit bonbons it offered. Another secret was your very secret collection of said bonbons in the inner pocket of all your jackets. You also never really told anybody about your desires to become a self-sustaining cottage owner, because you think that this is a very weird fantasy to have.
But your biggest secret is most definitely the fact ever since a few months, you had an obsession with cute, puppy boys. This is something you will truly never ever tell anyone, not even your best friend. That is just how secret of a secret that secret truly is.
Coincidentally Taehyung, owner of many secrets and you, owner of just as many secrets, were living together. Roommates. That is the official term of what you and him were. Roommates, who just so happen to be friends as well.
You and him weren’t always friends. You actually became friends after you became roommates seven years ago when you and him were in your first semester of college and in desperate need of someone to share your city’s outrageous rents with.
You and him shared a homely apartment in a relatively calm neighborhood. It was located on the fifth floor and had west-facing windows, overlooking not only the park but also the sundown. The living room and kitchen were separated and both you and him had your own spacious room. The bathroom you had to share, but that was never really a problem. Taehyung liked to shower in the morning and you liked to shower in the evening and both you and him made sure not to leave any hair in the drain or on the sink. The bathroom really wasn’t a problem. The kitchen however was.
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souvenir
pairing: yoongi x reader
wordcount: 3k
glimpse: shouldn’t this be the part where you tell him not to stay out too late?
alternatively, yoongi thinks you hate him because you don’t coddle him after a fight.
[ So Much Pining but they’re already in a relationship lol, some angst from a lil fight, yoongi likes being chased but u don’t indulge him this time, 10/10 wholesome ]
notes: a little something as i come back to writing <3 this is a new fic universe altogether and may be a slice of life series :O
as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!! even replying to this post sends me over the moon :)
Yoongi relishes in being difficult.
He’s difficult in the way that he’s stubborn for whatever it is, no matter how low he could stoop. It’s definitely a working progress, but your boyfriend just stillhasn’t shaken the urge to always have the last say.
It wasn’t a deep control thing, honestly — Yoongi just really loves pushing your buttons.
If Yoongi could find a route to piss you off, he’d take a million little detours in the process just for you to take the cake by the end of it. When you present to him a simple yes or no question, he’d find a way to shift the topic altogether for your conversation to go absolutely nowhere.
He’s annoying, there’s really no doubt about it. It was a learning curve at first because seeing your then-boyfriend (now your husband) become snarky at you for surprisingly no reason at all wasn’t exactly the best feeling. All it took was a simple call to Jin, Yoongi’s closest friend, to make you realize that he was just being playful. Your boyfriend being a brat to you, simply put into words, is his love language.
It’s the tiny accumulative moments where he purposely irritates you that in hindsight, it’s become oddly endearing.
When you pick where to order take-out because Yoongi keeps saying whatever, he whines to no end once the food arrives because apparently, it’s not what he had in mind. You used to be so pissed about it that you’ll order what he wants, but nowadays, you just tell him to suck it up and put more food on his plate.
When you do all the laundry in one go (no, the colors don’t bleed together) and Yoongi insists that you do separate batches for each color that he could enumerate, you would try and appease him by pretending to separate each one. Now, all that Yoongi gets is a high-pitched sarcastic compliment for knowing all his colors.
Whatever Yoongi purposely gave you to incite a reaction, it all melted into your understanding that this was just him. You’re no longer affected by the tiny little things because weirdly enough, they no longer serve its purpose of annoying you.
It’s just like taking care of Ginger, the spoiled little family cat you grew to take care of back in your childhood home. When she was still a kitten, she’d purposely go up your shelves, look at you in the eye before dropping an item, and you’re leaping after the orange devil to reprimand her. When she became an adult, she still had the same annoying tendencies, and yet you evolved enough not to even bat an eye when she does it now.
Yoongi being annoying to you now isn’t the same thing of him being annoying to you back then. What you used to hate, you now tolerate. What used to piss you off, now makes you endeared. When your husband pushes your buttons now, you’re reminded of how much more mischievous he used to be and the memories that came with it.
This is now your peak — there’s really nothing Yoongi could do that make you fazed anymore.
In a great bout of karma, this is Yoongi’s trough.
You barely give him an adverse reaction nowadays and that scares him right to his core because you used to be soenthusiastic over him. There’d be days where he picks fights intentionally and you’d spend the whole night trying to make it up to him, even if he necessarily wasn’t in the right.
Yoongi thinks that he’s witnessing himself being old news right in front of you and it scares him.
You’re more well-versed when it comes to this. You’re the more attentive, more vocal lover between the two of you. You’re the one who can read minds and interpret actions. You’re the one who tends to be more confrontational and he’s the passive one. You’re the one who makes sure that a night wouldn’t pass without the two of you making up.
Yoongi, who thought this was the best thing he’s ever thought of until twenty minutes ago, decides to rekindle your romance by picking a fight with you.
Twenty minutes later, he’s never regretted a decision more in his life.
“I’m going out.”
He announces as the last resort, head pounding because the fight became bigger than necessary. It’s 9 in the evening and he isn’t even dressed to be going out, his matching pajamas with you too soft and too worn to be even seen wearing while driving in the comfort of his own car.
Yoongi feels tears pricking in his eyes because clearly you laid onto him just as much as he made digs at you tonight, but what’s even more hurtful is that looking at you now, you don’t even look as startled as he is.
Maybe it’s just his mind. His silly, smooth, little mind that thinks the fight was bigger than it actually was. It was just a tiny argument about him baselessly accusing you of not putting in any effort that went off-topic for a brief second. In reality, it really was just a casual fight that most married couples have on a rare weekend but to Yoongi, it was explosive.
It was far more hurtful than he anticipated because in his eyes now, you don’t love him that much anymore.
“Okay. Go ahead,” you mumble for him to hear, putting away leftovers like any other night. You meticulously wrap the plates with cling wrap, your back turned to him when you mutter. “I hope the door hits your ass on the way out.”
“O-oh?” Yoongi backtracks when he hears your go-ahead, literally shell-shocked to see that you’re not stopping him. He wipes away his tears before you turn your neutral gaze back to him, swallowing the lump on his throat. “I’m going now. To get some air.”
“Okay, Yoongi.”
He’s done this before. There’s been fights where you tell him not to walk out on you and he complies. There’s also been fights where he walks out anyways, but you’d always tell him I love you and not to stay out too late.
He’s attempting the second option because clearly, you’re not pleading for him to talk this out and later on could the two of you get some air together.
“I’m really, really going now.”
He looks at you with shaky eyes, clearly pleading for you to indulge him by making him stay.
You see right through him. You see right through your husband and in any other day would you just laugh this off, but tonight isn’t working for you. You were tired from work, Yoongi picked a fight with you for no reason, and you neither have the energy to tolerate nor chase him.
Every now and then, you should stop coddling Yoongi and give him exactly what he claims to want.
“Okay. Bye.”
You leave no room for any more replies, sauntering over the stairs without looking back.
Yoongi doesn’t want to look like a coward for not following through what he said so he audibly opens the door with the creak being heard all the way up the stairs. He’s not even a fourth out of the door but his bottom lip already blubbers, legs trembling from another type of chill that his pajamas can’t protect him from.
Shouldn’t this be the part where you tell him not to stay out too late?
( ♡ )
It’s 9:30 on a Saturday, Yoongi’s at a friend’s club wearing his sleeping pajamas on, drinking Pocari Sweat because crying on the way here really dehydrated him.
Yoongi is not doing well.
Jin’s originally here to survey his club at a peak night, but that plan went downhill as soon as Yoongi spotted him and immediately clung to his back asking for electrolyte water.
“Call Y/N using my phone.”
Yoongi mumbles when the two of them are settled at a secluded booth, all the noise being significantly decreased but not enough for it to be unrecognizable that he’s at a club through a phone call.
“And why exactly would I do that?” Jin snorts, already having an inkling to know where this is going from having a quick run-down from your husband himself.
He’s just about to lecture him with the words he’s always been wanting to say; something along the words that Yoongi’s bratty tendencies were eventually gonna bite him in the ass hard.
Seokjin doesn’t get to do that though because a phone is thrust to his face that it almost punches him, making him faux spit into nothing and wave off his bodyguards standing at a distance from him.
“Quick. She’s probably worried sick about me!” Yoongi convinces Jin, or atleast tries to because he’s the one that needs it. You’re probably wondering where he is, right? There may be no texts in his inbox, but who’s to say that you’re telepathically texting him to ask what time he’s coming home… right?
“No she’s not,” he sing-songs. He plans to annoy his friend for about 98% the time he’s going to be here (he’s gonna send him home to you anyway before 10:30) and the other 2% for semi-sincere consoling.
Then an idea pops into Jin’s head.
“What should I say?” he suddenly and eagerly takes up Yoongi on his request, not waiting for an answer before the perfect scenario pops in his head. “Ah wait, let me be in charge of that.”
Jin’s already pressing to call you much faster to Yoongi’s expectations because he really thought that it would take more amounts of convincing to do this. The phone’s put on speaker and as soon as it rings, Yoongi feels the urge to duck. He’s steadily about to snatch his phone back but you answer your phone even faster than he could do that.
“Hi Y/N!” Seokjin beams and it makes you smile from the other end, a clue already being filled in your head where exactly your husband went to. “Whatcha doing?”
Jin makes conversation with you on Yoongi’s phone, sleazily smiling as he takes it off of speaker as soon as his friend hears your voice. Yoongi clearly takes an outrage with that but he contains it when Jin fully extends his arm out, holding him back by the face.
“Ugh, did you make popcorn? No way, not one burnt kernel? I knew it-!” Jin yelps when Yoongi bites his palm, quickly standing up from his seat in the booth so Yoongi couldn’t catch up with him. “I told you- I told you that brand’s way better!”
“She’s not asking why you’re using my phone?” Yoongi whisper-yells as he circles around Seokjin, hands anxiously attempting to grab his phone back. “She’s not asking about me?”
Jin hears him loud and clear but he pretends not to, only sparing a glance. “Did you use the microwave preset? Personally I recommend only popping it in for two minutes and fifteen seconds because- motherfucker!”
Yoongi pinches him by the nape quite harshly like how you’d do with a kitten and it makes Jin freeze for a brief second, stealing his phone back with the call on-going.
“Y/N!” he almost yells to the phone, the momentary silence making it sink to him that he’s finally talking to you after so long.
Read: it has only been forty minutes.
“What?” you groan into the phone, pushing your voice to be further disinterested. You’re no longer mad at him anymore — you’re just having some bit of fun at this point.
“I-I...” the words dissolve quickly on his tongue, the taste being bitter once again even when he was certain that the Pocari washed it out earlier. Yoongi says the next best thing he could that first pops up into his head, the random blurting of words being amusing even for Jin’s bodyguards.
“I uhm, I have a splinter.”
“Then take it out.”
“It hurts,” he whines at another attempt, screwing his eyes shut at the secondhand embarrassment because from the corner of his eye, one of the three bodyguards is actually clutching at his stomach from laughing.
“Have Jin do it for you then.”
“Jin and I are in the club, by the way!” he reminds you, perking up slightly now that you indirectly acknowledged where he is and who he’s with.
“Mhmm.”
Just one last pathetic attempt of skirting around and if it doesn’t work, Yoongi will immediately come home to you.
“Is the popcorn good?”
Read: it doesn’t work.
Jin steals his phone back before he could even hear your response to his dumb-witted question, getting a painful run-down from his friend instead. “You’re painful to watch, y’know that?”
He sighs disappointedly at Yoongi, rolling his eyes before pressing the phone to his ear. “So? What’s it taste like? It’s not really oily, I told you already. The cheese doesn’t smell obnoxious either. Because actually — exactly! It doesn’t stain your fingers!”
Yoongi… will lose it. But before he loses it completely, he gathers all his remaining sanity to continue your tradition while Jin keeps you preoccupied. He spots two things quickly and puts it into his arms with no semblance of shame, even if Jin’s bodyguards saw him technically shoplifting. Yoongi thinks it doesn’t count as such because Jin already knows about the tradition between the two of you, and as predicted, his friend just waves him off in acknowledgement.
It’s a tiny tradition.
Whenever one of you goes somewhere without the other, it’s a rule to bring back a souvenir. There’s no specifications to it, just whatever item you could bring back as proof that you thought about the other while you were out.
Some of the souvenirs you brought home to Yoongi: a pretty rock, a duvet cover, a liter of hand sanitizer, a designer card wallet, and a scrunchie with his name embroidered on it.
Some of the souvenirs Yoongi brought home to you: a fancy teaspoon, a hotel pillow, ten perfume testers at the same time, a remote holder, and a teddy bear with his voice as its squeezable heart.
Yoongi thinks that he doesn’t have shoplifting tendencies but in hindsight of some of the souvenirs he’s gotten you, there may be a pattern to it.
“You brought home... a shot glass.”
You look at the tiny glass, the remnants of electrolyte water still swishing around it.
“Wrong,” he sternly replies, bringing an item from behind his back that couldn’t be anymore obvious even if he tried. “I brought home a shot glass and a tiny potted plant.”
“Since when did bars have potted plants?” you mutter in disbelief, taking the miniature bonsai from him and looking at it in wonder.
“Since tonight! Jin’s, I don’t know, entrepreneurial like that. I wanted to show it to you so I brought it home.”
Your husband says it’s like the most obvious thing to do; his desire for you to know that he indeed thought about you while he was gone manifesting into bringing home one shot glass, and one tiny bonsai to prove it.
“You stole it, Yoongs.”
The amusement lilts in your voice and Yoongi catches on to it, but he just can’t seem to let it go, a little upset that you’re focused on him “stealing” it instead of the fact that he’d go through whatever lengths for you.
“Again, I brought it home because I wanted you to see it!”
“You could’ve just sent me a picture,” you giggle, setting down the pot on your side table. You peel back the covers you momentarily left, patting the spot beside you and Yoongi clearly could not have went to bed any more eager than this.
“How was I supposed to know?” he mumbles in defeat, a frown on his face. “You probably would’ve iced me out.”
“You didn’t even ask me what time I’d get home.”
Yoongi sighs and even if the moment’s already been significantly lightened with the souvenirs, it brings you a greater relief now that your husband’s choosing to say what’s exactly bothering him instead of pissing you off.
“You didn’t even chase me through the door! I didn’t even want to go!” he’s almost one step into a tantrum and you have to hold him by the arm to not get too carried away by reminiscing, rolling your eyes when you hold him closer.
“You went out because you thought I’d chase you.”
“Exactly,” he affirms, albeit a little upset now that he’s confirmed you knew all along. “Can’t you just chase after me?” Yoongi asks innocently, soft eyes staring you down.
The moment’s too tender that it makes your shoulders hunch, hand automatically moving to the side of his face to guide him into nuzzling into the crook of your neck — a move he looks forward to especially after tonight.
“I’m not always gonna chase after you, Yoongi,” you confide, lips brushing on his temple. “You’re just so damn stubborn sometimes. Like, makes-my-jaw-clench type of stubborn.”
“I’m sorry,” Yoongi sincerely apologizes, his face still buried to your neck with his arms clinging around your middle. “I guess I’m just so used to you making amends with me that it makes me act out on purpose.”
Yoongi faults himself at the end of the night this time, without your prompting, and you can’t deny that it makes your heart full.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
He lifts his head up to look at you directly, lips puffed into a pout with his eyes in slow blinks. “Yoongi’s very sorry.”
Maybe you spoke too soon. Maybe Yoongi’s just always gonna be slightly annoying.
“Did you just talk about yourself in third-person?” you mumble, eyes suddenly snapping open when it sinks into you.
“Isn’t it cuter that way? Is it working?” your husband heartily laughs, stretching his arms out to put around you and invade your personal space even more. “Why, do you feel it working?”
“I don’t know what to feel about it, that’s for sure,” you chuckle, the atmosphere completely lightened at this point.
“I promise I’ll try not to be difficult anymore. Won’t piss you off either.”
“That doesn’t happen overnight, Yoonie.”
Yoongi’s just… mischievous. His love language was to pull stuff with you and although it keeps you on your toes more often than necessary, you wouldn’t be tired of him.
“Tell you what, promise me this instead,” you turn right when Yoongi was about to do it himself so he could bury his face to the crook of your neck again, blinking owlishly to listen at what you have to say.
“Try to chase after me too. Let me be the difficult one sometimes.”
Yoongi smiles, the switch being more than intriguing. “M’kay. That’s not as hard to promise doing.”
The concept of it makes him happy too much that it lingers there, reverting back to calling you his term of endearment for you and that’s when you know that there’s nothing left unresolved between the two of you now.
“I like that, bear. You should try picking fights with me too. It’s fun sometimes, trust me!”
“I can tell,” you hum, blindly reaching out your arm to turn off the nightlight at your side.
“Yoongi likes that.”
“Stop talking about yourself in third person.”
“I think it’s already growing on me,” Yoongi admits, tilting his head and knowing for a fact that it would take more than fifteen minutes to sleep tonight while in thought.
“Is it gonna stick?”
The groan leaves you automatically and by the lack of response, you already know your answer.
“Bear,” you hum. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna pick a fight with you tomorrow, alright?”
“M’kay! Remind me tomorrow what time you’re gonna start pissing me off, yeah?” he grins from ear to ear, not requiring a nightlight to see that your husband looks at you so fondly.
“Good night, baby,” Yoongi finally bids you, pressing a tender kiss right to your lips before tucking you with the comforter exactly how you liked it. “Loving you is my favorite part of the chase.”
stem major!koo x cold senior!y/n
chronological masterlist:
the one where:
y/n has a crush
jungkook throws a tantrum
y/n has a friend in student affairs
they first interact and jk doesn’t know shit
y/n walks jungkook home
jungkook sees yoongi eating from his lunchbox
it’s the return of the lunchbox
shit hits the fan and jungkook breaks a heart in the process
it's the aftermath and yoongi wants to give kook a sandwich
yoongi grills stem koo’s ass
jungkook has a brother (???) in student affairs
taehyung sprains his ankle but he's not the only one who's hurt
koo finally gets to apologize
mr. kim from student affairs is definitely not jungkook's brother
yoongi and y/n finally talk
they become lunchbox lovers
miscellaneous masterlist
the one where:
it’s jungkook’s first kiss
koo gets his first blowjob
it’s the first fight as a couple + part two
koo touches you for the first time
it's stem koo's first time (finally)
jungkook and yoongi make up
bonus: the tiktok playlist
real
pairing: seokjin x y/n
wordcount: 13k
glimpse: single dad!jin has all the money to blow off in the world but not time, and swim instructor!y/n just nEEDS to meet this student’s dad who’s never there to pick her up :D ft. someone’s ex that just hAD to be an olympic swimmer huh
notes: this piece has been living in my mind for months collecting nothing but dUST!! and then i finally got all the things worked out in my head and i don’t actually know why i didn’t write this sooner!!!! i hope this fic makes you happy as much as it made me :D // gif isn’t mine!
i was searching up songs with / underwater / as a lyric, and i stumbled upon this perfect song that i can’t believe isn’t mainstream :((
real by alpha yang ft. anne chan
happy birthday seokjin i can’t buy you the moon but THIS seokjin can
( ･_･)♡
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Starlet and Moonstruck [1]
Chapter 1||Chapter 2||Chapter 3||Chapter 4||Chapter 5
Words: 8.7k Genre: Fluff & Humour, Actress!Au Summary: As a newcomer actress struggling to make a name for yourself in the tough industry, you’re absolutely ecstatic to see your Dispatch pictures on the front page of Naver….but..what is this?! This isn’t about you!
Who’s the third guy from the left?!
Cr.
Lights. Camera. Action.
“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” The chanting of your name begins simultaneously as the car door slides open and you step out. Your mouth draws into a huge smile, cheeks swelling, hand waving and the shrieking elevates. The screams from your fans beg you to spare any amount of attention to them. The journalists lean over the metal fence barrier, shoving their microphone in your direction and yelling out questions to supposed rumours. The artificial light flashes of the cameras provide you with luminescence, reminding you of a rave show, capturing your best angles with the long lenses. The shouts and clicking frenzy ricochets off the midnight sky.
You continue with black heels strutting against the red carpet, offering a last smile as you turn into the building. The life of fame is such a tough one.
“Uh, miss….did you pay for your ticket?”
Unfortunately, it’s a mere mirage.
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The NewsCasters [1]
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 (Finale)
Words: 8.5k
Genre: Fluff, Future Smut, Anchors!Au, Rivals!Au
Summary: When Local and Celebrity news has to fight head on, who knows who will win. All you do know is that Kim Seokjin, the arrogant bastard that he is, might give you a hernia before your job does.
The hour beforehand is always the most intense.
“We got five minute until we’re on air!” The producer shouts across the room, triggering an immediate rush and adding to the hecticness as well as the high strung, tense atmosphere.
Everybody runs around like their pants are on fire, writers and editors scribbling last minute notes down, the social media manager furiously tapping on his phones, audio engineer bickering with the director. The camera operator fiddles with their lenses, broadcast technicians continuing to countdown the seconds and screaming them out for the rest to hear.
“Seokjin!”
A large figure physically barrels into the room, accidentally crashing into the door. The ruckus causes the chaos to pause for a split second, people whirling their heads around before the pandemonium ensues. There’s no time to waste, not when-
“We’re on air in four minutes!”
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among the evergreen
☇ “The day you will see two of me is the same day you won’t need me unless you say you do”
➣ pairing: reader x jungkook
➣ genre: christmas themed, modernfantasy!au, e2l!au, fluff
➣ word count: 12.6k
➣ disclaimer: this is literally an exaggerated satire of Hallmark Christmas movies filled with eggnog crack for the holiday spirit. please do not take this seriously. happy holidays!
➣ summary: the odd christmas wedding with the odd christmas runaway with the odd christmas adventure with the odd christmas stranger
“You can’t be serious right now, ___.”
“Hyunjung, I’ve never been more serious in my entire life.” Grabbing a chunk of clothes from your closet that ranged from sweaters to leggings, you shove it into your duffel bag. “This version my parents made of me?— I’m not her. They seriously think they’re going to discipline me by selling me off to a man I don’t know?”
“Oh, don’t be dramatic. They’re not selling you off, they just arranged a marriage for you.”
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paint me naked | jjk
After the mysteriously hot guy in your university class starts taking an interest in you, should you really trust that he’s not like all the other college fuckboys? Especially when his best friend is the guy who broke your heart?
✿ pairing: artist!jungkook x fem!reader (ft. taehyung) ✿ rating & genre: BTS, 18+, college au, fluff, smut, angst ✿ warnings: alcohol, marijuana, brief mention of drug dealing, fingering, cunnilingus, protected sex, reader struggles with self-esteem issues (due to misogyny), tae fuckboy antics, everyone is obsessed with jk’s thighs 😂 ✿ date & wc: april 2022 | 16k ✿ notes: this one was really fun to write! i’m a slut for art student aus tbh. it’s the depressed writer in me lkhsdks 😂 anywayy, the poems were written by me as well. let me know what your favorite part was in a comment or reblog!
✿ masterlist | ao3 | join my taglist ✿ what was jai listening to? paint me naked - ten // don’t - bryson tiller
✿ special shoutout to @jjkeverlast for being so supportive of me when i’m stressing out about my writing
“Jungkook, I don’t think this is gonna work.”
“Let me try.”
Your eyes strained to see the boy standing in front of you, but the room was pitch black. It was good, though. You’d purposefully blocked out as much light as you possibly could. It had been a surprisingly difficult feat, mostly because the two of you hadn’t thought this through very well. A rolled up towel was shoved against the bottom of the bedroom door to keep the light from the hallway out. Blackout curtains had already been drawn over the windows when you got there, so that made the window problem easier. Luckily, you’d remembered to unplug the digital clock sitting on the nightstand next to the bed, the last piece of light you could have some control over putting out.
To make things weirder, you were in Jungkook’s parents’ room.
“It’s the darkest room in the house!” he’d insisted and you hadn’t objected because, well, it seemed on brand for the way the entire night was going.
With arms stretched out, your fingers pressed into something bumpy and hard. You could hear Jungkook’s breathing beside you and a light laugh alerted to you that he was much closer than you’d initially thought. After a quick prod, fingers gliding slightly upward, you realized you were grabbing his abdomen. The hard ripples you’d felt were his toned abs beneath his thin t-shirt.
“Sorry,” you whispered, though there was no need to be quiet. Jungkook’s hands wrapped around yours and took the objects you had clutched between them: scissors and an undeveloped film roll.
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this is the best thing i readdddd 😭 it’s just so random and out of nowhere idk how writer make it works. i have so much respect for jinxy, she(or he) speaks nothing but truth🫡 she made so many points here. and i strongly agree yn and tae are idiots ☹️
this piece was really entertaining. i literally giggled out loud when i read the ‘warnings: the narrator is cat.’ 😆
Jinx
If anyone asked you, you'd be more than happy to let them know your thoughts.
Part of the 7 hours AU.
Pairing: Taehyung x F! reader
Rating: 18+
Genre: Non-idol AU, fluff, crack fic
Word count: 2k
Warnings: The narrator is a cat.
The master of this house, ‘Taehyung’, is an idiot. Even for a human, he’s unusually obtuse. Like today, for instance. He’s in one of his moods where he listens to sad music and eats straight out of cans. He’s been looking at a picture of the mistress all day since he came home, earlier than usual. Usually, I have more time to relax, the whole day to myself, but today it seemed like the master had barely left before he was back again.
The reason why the master is an idiot is because after spending the whole day looking at a picture of the mistress, he’s been ignoring her since she’s come back home. From ‘work’, whatever and wherever the fuck that is.
I’m a fine feline specimen, and I appreciate beauty when I see it. These two have it in spades. They’re pretty as individuals, and even prettier together. The mistress, ‘Y/N’, looks especially pretty today, in a silky looking green top I’d like to put my claws through.
Why isn’t the master looking at her now that she’s here?
Instead they seem to be in the middle of a very tense conversation. Y/N is saying something about ‘staying at your parents’. I know Taehyung’s parents. I’ve stayed there before, when these two have gone ‘on holiday’. I had a nice time. They fed me a lot. But Taehyung’s not saying anything back. He’s not even looking at her.
Y/N’s voice goes from the one she uses when she realises I’ve scratched her leather shoes to the quiet one. I hate her quiet voice. It’s raw and it makes me feel sad.
Neither of them are talking now, sitting next to each other on the sofa. On my spot, if I’m being honest, but I’ll let them have it because this seems serious.
Finally, Y/N sighs and gets up. She heads to the ‘bedroom’, the room they sometimes shut me out of. Behind her, Taehyung’s hand reaches out. He’s not going to be able to reach her from here. Y/N moves fast when she wants to.
***
I wake up to the clatter of my dish on the parquet floor. It’s a sound I’m conditioned to. I saunter over, casual, to see what today’s option is. It smells delicious. I mewl in approval, and Y/N reaches down to stroke my head. I allow it because she’s chosen the food I like today.
She goes back to making something on the stove – it’s hot, I’m not climbing up there again. She pours out some brown liquid in a mug – that’s also hot, and it smells rank. I hate it.
Taehyung shuffles into the kitchen. I rub against his bare legs because he seems to like it.
He pats my head and strokes under my chin. ‘Hey, Jinxy,’ he says. He isn’t looking at the mistress.
She sighs and comes up to him. ‘Tae,’ she says.
Is the master pouting? He looks like my friend Rox when she gets dry food instead of the saucy stuff.
‘Tae Tae,’ she says, musical. The mistress loves singing, she often sings when she’s alone with me in the apartment. Taehyung also sings. He’s much better than the mistress, if I’m being honest. I don’t mind listening to him. I usually leave the room when the mistress sings.
Taehyung’s looking down at the floor, and whenever he’s like this, the mistress usually kisses him. I think he does it on purpose.
As if on cue, she kisses him. He’s got his arms around her now, and now he’s talking in between kissing her. Something about a ‘warm pussy’. I go back to my meal.
These two are gross.
***
The master and mistress have been holed up in their bedroom all day, bar one trip out by the mistress, bare-footed, to fill up my dish and top up my water.
I suspect they’re probably in their bed. They spend a lot of time there, and are very noisy. They laugh a lot, the mistress’ giggling interspersed with the master’s warm chuckling. I like hearing them laugh.
Sometimes the mistress sounds like she’s in pain when they’re in there together. The master is harder to hear, his voice gets so deep and thick I can barely hear him through the door.
The mistress emerges first, her hair a tangled mess, a t-shirt slipping off her shoulder. The master’s right behind her, though, in shorts and nothing else. I once batted the thing that master’s got dangling between his legs, and he’s always worn something on his bottom half since.
I get on my favourite windowsill and look outside. The mistress comes up to me, stroking me. She’s always invading my personal space, unlike the master. He often leaves me to my own devices. I don’t mind the mistress though. She’s terrible at singing but she’s got warm hands, and I like to be petted.
‘I’ll give you something to stroke,’ Taehyung calls. He’s sitting on the sofa, drinking water and eating popcorn.
Y/N giggles. ‘I’ve already done that today,’ she replies, but she stops stroking me anyway and goes to sit beside the master.
They switch on the ‘TV’. It’s loud and obnoxious, but I’ve got used to it now.
‘What should we watch?’ Taehyung asks.
‘Choose whatever you want,’ Y/N replies.
The master’s looking at her, but she’s looking at her phone.
‘Who are you texting?’ he asks.
‘My other husband,’ she replies, not bothering to look up.
I didn’t know that Y/N had another husband, and from the way Taehyung’s eyebrows are drawing together, it looks like he didn’t either.
‘We have a no phones rule,’ he says. He plucks Y/N’s phone out of her hand and she squeals, but doesn’t reach for it. Instead, she reaches between his legs. It looks like she’s touching that thing that I scratched, but instead of looking upset, like he did when I did it, he looks like he’s smiling.
‘Ready for another round, baby?’ she asks.
The master’s following her back to the bedroom like a puppy.
It’s pathetic.
***
I can hear the mistress’ voice. ‘When are you back, Tae?’ she’s asking.
Taehyung’s dressed, and he looks very handsome. He’s holding a bag in one hand, and the mistress with his other arm.
‘I’ll be back in a week,’ he tells her.
They kiss one last time, then Taehyung leaves.
The mistress leans against the door.
‘I miss him already, Jinxy,’ she says.
I don’t rub against her legs because we don’t have that kind of relationship, but I climb up into her lap when she sits on the sofa. She smells so strongly like the master it’s confusing. Whatever they’re doing in there when the door is closed, it must involve them being all over each other.
She’s stroking my belly idly when her phone rings. Her face lights up as she sees who it is.
Maybe it’s her other husband?
‘Tae Tae,’ she says, and she sounds so happy she’s making me feel happy too.
Whatever Taehyung’s saying is making her laugh and blush at the same time. I let out a mewl of protest as she stops stroking me.
‘Sorry, baby, Jinxy wants attention too,’ she says.
‘Ok, I’ll see you Saturday, I can’t wait, baby,’ she says. She turns to me, eyes bright. ‘Taehyung’s coming back on Saturday, baby, I can’t wait.’
I’m a cat, I have no concept of days but Saturday sounds like it’s soon, judging by how happy the mistress looks.
***
The master’s back, sliding through the entryway and calling my name.
I go to see what he’s up to. He’s making a lot of noise.
‘I’m going to surprise Y/N,’ he tells me, although I haven’t asked.
I look up at him, and he goes to the cupboard to fetch me a treat. The mistress is a hardass about treats, always going on about ‘proper food’, but Taehyung’s always giving me treats when he can. He’s easy to convince.
Taehyung has a shower and starts cooking. He’s not a bad cook, usually what he cooks smells pretty good. He sings as he cooks, and between the smells and the sounds, I’m more than happy to stay in my basket in the kitchen.
The aparyment goes dark, and Taehyung switches on the lights. He sets out the food on the table, arranging the dishes, and shoos me away when I climb up to have a closer look.
He’s also got a shiny box that he’s put on the kitchen counter, and it’s beautiful, a silvery paper that I want to get my claws into.
He looks at me as though he knows what I’m thinking. ‘No,’ he says, shaking his head. ‘It’s for your mistress.’
I swish my tail and walk away.
***
I think the mistress is late back, judging by how the master keeps looking at the clock. The food he put on the table still smells good, but it isn’t steaming anymore. He’s playing with the silver box, balancing it on its side.
He’s not singing anymore.
He’s getting up from the table when I hear the mistress’ keys in the lock. She walks into the apartment, stumbling a little, and I see the surprise on her face when she sees the master.
‘Tae!’ she says. She nearly trips over in her haste to go to him.
‘Baby,’ Taehyung says. He gathers her in his arms, sniffing her hair. I’m not sure if the mistress knows he does that, but he does it everytime he holds her. I have no idea why. She smells good, but not that good.
There’s another man in the doorway. ‘I’ll see you next week, Y/N,’ he calls.
The mistress turns to him. ‘Oh sure, Jae, thanks for walking me up,’ she calls, merrily.
‘Thanks for seeing her home safe,’ the master says. He walks up to the door and closes it, then turns back to the mistress.
She’s on the sofa, trying to pull her shoes off.
The master kneels in front of her, and pushes her hands away, unbuckling the straps on her shoes. ‘How much have you had to drink?’ he asks her.
‘Not so much that consent is an issue,’ she replies. ‘What are you doing here Tae? I wasn’t expecting you back until tomorrow!’
‘Yeah. Who were you out with, baby?’
‘Just some people from work. Jae walked me up because I nearly tripped over on the stairs,’ she says.
‘I made dinner,’ Taehyung says.
Sometimes, the mistress is just as obtuse as the master. She looks at him. ‘How lovely. Shall we eat?’
Taehyung’s looking at her. ‘Were you going to invite him in?’
‘Who?’ she asks. ‘Jae? No, he was just walking me up. Tae, come on.’
‘You have a type,’ Taehyung mutters, and the mistress looks like he’s just hit her.
‘What?’ she asks, and she sounds different now, cold.
‘Nothing, baby, come on, let’s eat,’ Taehyung says.
‘No, what did you just say?’ The mistress is standing now, hands on her hips. She’s out of her heels, and now she’s shorter than the master, but she looks like she’s ready to take him on.
Taehyung says nothing.
‘I don’t ask you which of your assistants accompanies you on all your trips,’ Y/N says. ‘I don’t ask you to account for your time.’
The master’s reaching for her now, and she’s crying, pushing him away.
‘I’m sorry. That was a dick thing to say,’ he tells her, trying to pull her close again.
She’s pulling away from him, heading for the bedroom, slamming the door shut.
Taehyung stays where he is.
How can two people who love each other hurt each other so much?
I mull it over as I go to my basket now the drama’s over.
Whatever’s coming in between them, I hope they work it out.
Read the rest of the 7 hours series - 7 hours, Pornstache, Extinction Rebellion.
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