I Have Found This Gem Again. Id Forgotten To Like And Save It To Read At Some Point. And Now That I Have

i have found this gem again. I’d forgotten to like and save it to read at some point. and now that i have… oof!

i was sobbing. they are so precious. they don’t deserve this. but fate has a funny way of making things play out.

i believed in them. and for the better bc they persevered!

The Promised Iris (Part 1/2)

Pair: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slight Angst, Slow Burn, Fantasy, Soulmate AU

Word Count: 20k

Summary: During one rainy summer day at the park, a stranger name Jimin suddenly confesses that he’s in love with you. At first, you thought that Jimin was a stalker, but it turns out that there’s something he’s hiding from you.

You balance yourself by the edge of the sidewalk. It’s been painted in red for ‘no parking’. It’s hard to walk in a straight line with it being dark outside so you walk in a ‘T’ position for balance. There is, however, light illuminating from the restaurant’s entrance doors.

Standing by the door is your father and Lynn, his coworker, standing unusually close to each other, considering that they’re just being friends. You stop walking so you can observe your father holding hand with hers. He leans down and kisses her softly on the lips, then bids her farewell one last time with a ‘I love you’.

Once your father’s trivial conversation with her is done, he walks to you, and you skip to him with a wide, goofy smile on your face. He looks the happiest you’ve ever seen him be, even looking back at Lynn one more time before you try to get his attention.

“Did you like Lynn?” Your father asks you.

You nod excitedly. “Mm-hmm! Mrs. Lynn is a very nice lady. Will we get to meet her again?”

“If you want to, then sure! I’m sure Lynn would love to be friends with you. Come on, let’s go home.”

Your father takes ahold of your hand and walks to his parked car. You playfully hop over the cracks in the black tar as you hum a tune in your head. But your father’s last words to Lynn lingers with you. He said that he loves her, and there’s something about it that disturbs you. You don’t know why he said that to her if they’re just friends.

“Hey Dad?”

“Yes, (Y/N)?”

“Why did you tell Mrs. Lynn that you love her?” Being the youngster that you are, you couldn’t help but let your curiosity get the better of you. “You said that you only tell it to the person that you like the most.”

Your father is silent briefly before thinking of how to respond to your question. “That’s true, and I do love Lynn. I like being with her and she’s very nice to you, isn’t she?”

You nod, now feeling a bit more hesitant to answer to your father.

“I’m glad that you think that she’s nice. She can become a good mother for you, you know.”

Your smile fades away. There’s a knot in your stomach—your instincts telling you that what your father is doing isn’t right. Even for a five-year-old, you know that this isn’t acceptable.

“But…you always tell Mom that you love her too…and you always kiss her before you go to work. Wouldn’t Mom get mad if she saw you say that you love Mrs. Lynn?”

You feel a tight squeeze around your hand, causing you to flinch. Your father is still smiling, but you can sense that underneath it, he’s beginning to get annoyed with your constant barrage of questions.

“(Y/N), do you remember what I said?”

“…If Mom doesn’t know, then she won’t get angry.”

“That’s right. It’s a secret between you and me, and if you ever tell Mom, she’ll get mad at you.” He points his finger in an accusatory fashion.

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no fr, seokjin is the ultimate destination. heck, he’s the journey, the starting point, the idea that was conceived!

he’s so sweet tho. and so so so genuine and honest with her. from the first moment. i bet that’s what kept oc tethered. she’s strong tho, pulled herself together enough!

ps. why do people invite exes to their weddings? even if you want to be petty? do it by living a friggin life separate from them. zero access, only let hearsay be the source. why would you even- ugh!

Radiant

Radiant Ship: Bartender!Jin | Bride!Reader Description: You’re the one who was left behind. Warnings: Angst, Fluff Word Count: 2,160

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not namjoon manifesting a love life XD

he backed it up with a diamond on her finger and a Nespresso at her desk. charmer.

my only wish - knj | m

“ santa can you hear me? i have been so good this year. and all i want is one thing. please tell me my true love is here ” - my only wish (this year), britney spears

✹ summary- There are few things you hate most in this world. Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange… But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things. Christmas. And Kim Namjoon. So why did you agree to pretend to be Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend at his family Christmas party? Bah-Humbug.

✹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

✹ pairing- kim namjoon x reader

✹ word count- 15.1k OOF

✹ genre- smut, fluff, tiny tiny angst if you squint, enemies to lovers, fake dating au, idiots to lovers, brief mention of YoonMin

✹ warnings- penetrative sex, unprotected sex (dont do it), daddy kink lolol, namjoon has a big dick, oral sex (m/f receiving), cum swallowing, light cum play, dirty talk, light degradation (very light tbh), praise kink, lots of mentions of joon being a beefy boy, masturbation,

✹ a/n- its here!! finally! my contribution to rockin around the christmas tropes. big big big shout out to @ladyartemesia​ @xjoonchildx​ @untaemedqueen​ @underthejoon​ @yeojaa​ @snackhobi​ for being my co collaborators. and a warm shout out to @wwilloww​ and @hobi-gif​ for being some very lovely betas. thank you thank you! i hope you enjoy!

There are few things you hate most in this world. 

Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange…

But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things: 

Christmas. 

And Kim Namjoon. 

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These writings are only based on said people and are in no way related to them in real life. They are mere products of my imagination; writing practice, a way for me to let it all out. They are not representative of anyone mentioned. 

My older writing (2015-2016) is under ‘pre-hiatus’ and my newer writing (February 2018+) is under ‘post-hiatus.’

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ofc it happens to yoongi

Someone's got to be the lookout so you don't get eaten mid boink 🤷🏼‍♀️

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1 | 2 | 3 | 3.33

what would you call this, 3.66??? lmao, more zombie au shenanigans, my response to this and those thirsting for zombie au smut

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

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"We can't, are you crazy?"

"Shh, don't make noise..."

"Do not touch me there, I will bite your hand off, woman!"

"Kinda kinky. A little bit of a strange situation to mention something like that though, Yoongi."

"You–"

"What are you guys doing?" said a very cheerful, cherubic voice.

Min Yoongi snarled deep in his chest, grabbing your shoulders, and turning his body so it was shielded by yours. Park Jimin grinned widely as he rounded the corner of the barn wall, looking mischievous and amused.

Your hand was halfway down Yoongi's pants.

"Who, us?" you chirped innocently. "Nothing. Nothing at all."

Yoongi scowled, narrowing his eyes.

"Really? Nothing? Kinda looks like something."

A deep baritone voice popped up from behind Yoongi and the older man stiffened, jerking his head to the tall man with the boxy smirk, trying to crane his head over to see, causing Yoongi to shift even closer to you and pinning your hand between you and him.

"Yeah, looks like something, hyung, noona."

You and Yoongi jerked your heads up.

"How the fuck did you get on the roof, Jungkook?!"

Jeon Jungkook, the youngest, waved, grinning wide, the mole underneath his lower lip clearly visible, long black hair fluffy and flying everywhere in the wind.

"What's going on?" came a worried voice, hurrying over and skidding to a stop, seeing you and Yoongi practically glued together at this point, brown eyes wide and mouth open in an 'o'. Jung Hoseok sputtered. "O-oh! Hyungie!"

"What? Did something happen?" chimed in a deeper, booming voice followed by heavy footsteps. Kim Namjoon, the tallest, stumbled onto the scene, nearly tripping and falling into your back. He caught himself, seeing the scene laid out before him. "Ah, hyung!" Namjoon cleared his throat, smiling brightly. "Did you want to be alone?"

A muscle in Yoongi's eyebrow twitched.

"No. I clearly wanted an audience," he muttered icily.

"What are you guys doing though?" Jungkook asked innocently, placing his elbows on the edge of the barn roof and smiling down at you. Big, bright, pure. Would have tricked you if he didn't wink at you.

You tried very hard not to snicker.

A sharp cough cut through the tension, almost paternal.

"Well, Jungkookie, when a man and a woman love each other very, very much..." Kim Seokjin started before exploding into squeaking laughter, causing everyone to start laughing, including you, everyone except Yoongi, who thinned his mouth and eyes into lines, turning his face into a familiar emoji.

"I hope you all get eaten, you included."

He didn't mean it. Maybe.

Hopefully.

Right?

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20210608 — nuts

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they’re so cute and sweet to each other.

hosoek being incharge of the light. yep. i felt so good when he went about practicing swings regardless of what he feels. it was a nice moment.

jimin.. how come you’re always walking in on them!!?

walnuts!

nuts | 20210608

I think I'm having too much fun with this zombie nonsense. Still unnamed au.

It's a whole drabble revolving around OT7 excitedly finding their nuts during their zombie apocalypse journey. You're busy making upgraded zombie weapons. Nuts are involved. Yoongi likes you a lot. Nuts end up in your mouth. But not everybody's nuts. You share them. Yup. Nuts.

warnings: language, bickering, too many nut jokes (we're all mature here, right?), angst (at the undead situation), fluff

1 | 2 | 3 | 3.33 | 3.66

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

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“What am I supposed to do with a rake?”

“Whack ‘em.”

“Whack yourself, you do that already.”

“Wow, very funny, and in front of the woman, do you have no decency?” Kim Seokjin scowled, lifting the metal rake menacingly at Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung, who were picking though the destroyed aisles of the farmer’s co-op warehouse.

“Hey, guys, I found a barrel of nuts!” Kim Namjoon called from the back.

“You’re so happy, do you get that happy when you go to the bathroom too?” Jimin yelled loudly, dropping the roll of hose that hit the floor and bounced towards you. You were sitting on the ground, setting your jaw, wearing thick farmer’s gloves and twisting wire. Seokjin, Taehyung, and Jimin went running to the back as Jung Hoseok, Jeon Jungkook, and Min Yoongi stood around your hunched form, watching you secure the head of a broken axe to a sledgehammer.

“That’s literally not going to work.”

Your handsome critic narrowed his cat-like eyes and frowned.

You pinned the blade down with your knee and twisted strongly, but it wasn’t enough. “Jungkook, can you try?”

“Yeah, give me a sec.”

He leaned down and did it for you. You raised your knee and turned it over, bringing the wire to the other side.

“Did you find any duct tape, Hoseok?”

“Here.”

They watched you work, intent and focused.

"WOW, LOOK AT THESE BIG, HEFTY NUTS!"

This very mature declaration was followed by squeaky laughter. You, Jungkook, and Yoongi ignored it. Hoseok looked up curiously, debating on whether or not to investigate said big, hefty nuts, but ultimately decided to return his attention to you.

“You’re too good at making weapons. You might actually be a psychopath,” Jungkook remarked. His long black hair was tied back with a hair tie you all had found at a kids' accessories store. It was a purple scrunchie with a dangling plastic heart bead. He looked kind of hilarious in it, his bangs still hanging down. You offered to cut his hair, but they only cutting utensil you guys had made the youngest shrink away from you in terror.

You snipped the thick wire with the large garden shears and glared at Jungkook.

“Who told you that?” you growled.

Your arms tingled, nerves stinging by using the wrong tool for the wrong thing. You glanced at Yoongi, who suddenly found a spot on the far wall very interesting. You were still holding the very large, very sharp garden shears. Yoongi shuffled two steps away, out of your swing reach.

Jungkook coughed. “No one.”

“Mhm, maybe watch what you say to the one making an axe-sledgehammer. Give me the machete.”

Jungkook looked at Hoseok. Hoseok looked at Yoongi. Yooongi looked at Jungkook.

No one gave you the machete.

Hoseok cleared his throat. “Maybe you should chill,” he offered.

“You wanna keep fighting with a broken two-by-four?”

Hoseok gingerly slid you the machete.

You slid the axe-sledgehammer meant for Jungkook to the side, next to your axe-spear, Yoongi’s nail-bat, Namjoon’s homis attached to the end of a broomstick (homi-mace?), Seokjin’s iron wok (it was just a wok you guys stole from a Chinese restaurant), and Taehyung’s hunting knives attached to the end of a pair of wicked-looking pickaxes (knife-picks?).

Taehyung wanted a pair of weapons, which is why he had the pickaxes from the first farm you guys raided. He wanted to be special. You all assured him he was very special.

He proceeded to pretend to be a ninja in every fight.

Everyone was annoyed by now, but no one had the heart to tell him to stop.

“Who’s the machete for?” Hoseok asked as you taped a flashlight to it.

“You.”

The lithe man choked on air, shaking his head rapidly. “I can’t wield a weapon. I can barely get near those things–”

“That’s why you’re in charge of the flashlight,” you clarified. “The machete part is when you absolutely need to defend yourself.”

“But… but…” Hoseok chewed on his lips nervously. “I’m a scaredy-cat. What if I run?”

“You’re not gonna run. You’re in charge of the light.”

You handed him his flashlight-machete. Hoseok took it carefully by the handle, looking terrified. His shaking brown eyes went back to you, gulping loudly. Even though he was quite tan, you could see the pallor of his fear.

“You really trust me with the light?” he squeaked.

You nodded. “Yes. Because I can tell you will never abandon you friends.”

Hoseok did not look like he believed in himself, but he looked like he believed in you believing in him, so he nodded and backed up, looking around for a bit of space to get in some practice whacks.

“What about Jimin?”

“Give me the hoe.”

Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows. You wiggled yours back. Yoongi rolled his eyes at you two.

“Grow up.”

Jungkook handed you the farming hoe and you got to work attaching a pickaxe to it.

Whack!

Crash!

“Ahhh!!!”

The youngest quickly bolted up and sprinted to the source of the screaming. It was in the direction Hoseok wandered off to. The other four guys were busy eating nuts (?) that Namjoon found in the back. You prayed they weren’t dirty or something. Hopefully they were packaged. You warned them to eat only sealed things. There was a small incident of three of the guys getting food poisoning and those were not a fun couple of days.

Everything ended up being more disgusting than usual, if possible.

Good thing you guys found a creek and were able to wash the clothes. Apologies to the wildlife living in said creek.

Yoongi stayed with you, as he always did.

“You still on your period?”

“No.”

“You still seem kind of grouchy though.”

“Think that’s my natural state, Yoongi.”

He chuckled in that raspy, deep voice of his. You smiled before returning your attention to your work.

“Good thing you picked up those pads when we raided that grocery store.”

“I have foresight. And years of having a vagina.”

“When did you last eat?” Yoongi asked softly.

You paused.

“Two days ago.”

“You have to eat every day. You’re one of the strongest here.”

You snorted. “Even Namjoon’s wild swinging is stronger than me.”

Yoongi shook his head, tapping your bicep. “I don’t mean here.” You were slightly offended.

He reached up.

Touched your forehead with two fingers.

“I mean here.”

You stopped moving your hands. Looked up into those dark brown eyes. Yoongi smiled, just a soft upturn of his lips.

“They all come to you to talk. I’ve seen them.”

You lowered your eyes.

“You can only make so many jokes before you run out,” you sighed, speaking quietly so no one but Yoongi could hear.

“Hyung never runs out,” Yoongi snickered. He dropped his hand, mirth fading from his expression. He looked towards the back of the farmer’s co-op warehouse. “But I can tell his positivity is fading.”

You exhaled, hearing the bickering and laughter echoing from the back. Men having fun with nuts, you supposed.

“We haven’t seen a trace of other human beings or even the military,” you murmured.

“I’m sure they’re all in Seoul. But we all agreed Seoul has to be a dumpster fire right now.” Yoongi clicked his tongue. “That’s why we have to see if Busan is better. Port city and all that. Taking the long way around takes a long time.”

“Ironic that we’re going to Busan.”

He raised a dark eyebrow into his black hair. “Hm?”

You made eyes at him. “Hello? Train to Busan?”

He narrowed his eyes into lines. “Don’t make that joke around them.”

You pouted. “I won’t.”

You went back to aggressively duct taping the pickaxe to the hoe after wrapping a sufficient amount of wire, effectively making a pick-hoe. Wait. Pickaxe-hoe. Cough. That was a better name. Not much better, but better. You nodded to yourself and ripped the duct tape. Your stomach growled noisily.

Yoongi snickered.

You glared, holding up the pickaxe-hoe.

Menacingly.

Unfazed, he scooted closer. Your eyes widened as Yoongi closed in, smirk dancing on his lips.

“You look so pretty holding a weapon of zombie destruction.”

You almost dropped it.

He leaned in and kissed you.

“You guys what some nuts – whoa, hold up, what kinda nuts are you guys going for? And do we have to pay for the entertainment?”

You almost jumped back but Yoongi wrapped his arm around you, keeping you in place as he raised his other hand. You cracked an eye open to see Yoongi flipping Jimin the bird. Nice. You smiled into his lips and he smiled back. Jimin was holding an open package of shelled walnuts.

Your stomach screamed.

You broke the kiss, flustered at the violent demands of your bodily needs. You had other bodily needs too! Priorities, right? Yoongi grunted and sighed heavily, snatching the walnuts from Jimin’s outstretched hand. You turned and saw not one, but six pairs of eyes staring at you and Yoongi. Oh.

Awkward.

You pointed to the pile of weapons, hoping to distract them.

“I made modifications?”

Yoongi shoved some nuts in your mouth.

Walnuts.

Sad.

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cont. 20210611 — carrot

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