He's So Damn Pretty Mama, I'm In Love

he's so damn pretty 😭 mama, I'm in love

no words can explain how handsome and hot taehyung is

omg, tysm for mentioning 'colours' along with other amazing writers!! im so honored and sooo happy that you're enjoying my story! it truly means a lot. please look forward to the upcoming parts 💜

📕BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Aug Pt. 1

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🥕 Ongoing - most recent chapter [as of date this list was posted] 🥕 Completed - completed one shots | series (Pt 2) 🥕 S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst

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WAHHH AMELIA THIS IS SO PRECIOUS. I LOVE. it's so soft, it made me soft, and I'm so wow. awh OMFGGG.

I'm so happy that they're happy with baby Nari and AH. so so cute. i love this. so so so SOOOOO cute. and so so so SOOOOO good, lovely!!! thank you for this absolutely adorable story filled with the perfect amount of angst, fluff, and 🔥🔥🔥.

all of you: forever (epilogue)

Park Jimin is the man of your dreams… and now you have him, forever.

pairing ↠ ceo!jimin x reader

genre ↠ friends to lovers | arranged marriage AU (fluff, angst, smut)

word count ↠ 7535

A/N: still haven’t processed that we’re at the end of this series, but i reckon it will hit in a few days when i’m no longer reminding myself that i have to hurry up and work on it 😅thank you so much to every one of you who have been reading this series, and i hope you enjoy this epilogue. (i’ll admit i’m feeling kinda sucky bc i’m not happy with how my writing is turning out these days but..)  i tried my hardest to complete their love story like they deserve 🥺 also, i want to say thank you to @kithtaehyung once again for making the banner that i love so much… you’re the best ryen!! 💓

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he understood the assignment, ladies and gents 😍😍😍😍😍

THEE Jimin

WAHH IM SO SOFT FOR THIS. this is so dang cute omg

favourite things

—drabble, 1.5k words, fluff, bf2l, request from @saturnpjimin, i hope you love it! 💐

A little after noon, your ears perk up at the sound of a key sliding into the doorknob. On instinct, your head whips around just as the intruder pushes the door open ans steps inside. With a heavy storm behind him, he stomps off most of the snow on his thick winter boots then raises an arm over his head in a cute wave.

“I was about to dial 911,” you groan, throwing your phone back onto the coffee table where it lands next to this month’s Vogue. “Ever heard of calling first?”

The man in question shrugs off his padded jacket and hangs it over a dinner chair before heading over to you. That’s when you notice a familiar plastic bag in his left hand. The logo of of your favourite grocery store shines in bright reds and greens in theme with the Christmas season. He sets it on the coffee table then proceeds to pick up the magazine you hadn’t glanced twice at.

His brows rise when he notices the cover. “Isn’t this that TikTok girl with the really bad movie on Netflix?”

“The one we watched last weekend,” you laugh, nodding your head along. The movie was so bad that the two of you finished it in a fit of giggles and a promise to never watch a movie not targeted to your age group ever again. “I thought Anna Wintour had more class than this.”

The man to your right laughs and shakes his head, throwing the magazine back where he found it. “Always so judgemental.”

“What? It’s true!”

“Whatever you say.”

Playfully, you role your eyes and start reaching for the plastic bag. “Don’t act so high and mighty now, babe. I distinctly remember you laughing with me last weekend.” Eager to tear through the bag and pull out the items inside, you miss the way his breath catches and the abrupt silence from his end of the sofa. When you look back, he’s staring at you with unreadable eyes. “What?”

For a moment, all he can do is blink before he falls back down to Earth where your usage of the endearment means nothing in his regard. Especially when he wants it to mean everything.

“Nothing.”

Not knowing if you should prompt him more, the hand dipped inside the bag touches paper encasing the shape of something rectangular. Instantly, your eyes light up.

“Did you bring me chocolate?!” Sure enough, when you pull out the item, three bars of decadent milk chocolate fall into your lap. A sound of glee rips through your mouth. “Oh my God, you got me chocolate! How did you know I was craving it?!”

He holds up his phone to a lengthy rant you sent him close to an hour ago. “When you wouldn’t stop texting me about bringing down the patriarchy, I figured you were on your time of the month.”

Laughing, you reach into the bag again and pull out a container of your favourite flavour of ice cream. There’s two tubs of it. On top of that, there’s gummy bears, two cans of Coca Cola, fudge brownies, sugar cookies, and at the very bottom, a box of jjajangmyeon from the Korean restaurant downtown. The sight of all your favorite cravings makes your eyes well up with tears, which, without a moment’s notice, he slides in next to you to catch.

His long arms go around your body and cuddle you to his warm chest, and like you always do, you press your face into his shirt and inhale his familiar scent. Even with all your favourite things laid out for you, having him close is still the best comfort.

“Hey, why are you crying?”

“I love you, Jimin,” you mumble through a fresh bout of tears. “How do you know me so well?”

He rubs your side and presses his lips to the top of your head. Though you don’t hear him very well, the vibrations of a sentence spoken from his delectable mouth make you bring your head back up.

“What did you say?”

He smiles and wipes a thumb under your eyes. Despite the fact that you are wearing no makeup, have acne growing along your jawline due to hormones during your period, and patchy skin from the crying you just did, Jimin still thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. Perhaps he’ll ever see—because he doesn’t plan on looking away from you for the rest of his life.

“I said,” he repeats, moving closer to you with each word spoken. His eyes are shimmery and they look just a little frightened. Nerves kick in, and you clutch his shirt for support, lest you fall backwards in a heap of embarrassment. The worst of it is when he glances down at your lips. “I wouldn’t be in love if I didn’t know your favourite things.”

“What… what does that mean?”

He smiles and just to tease, he pushes back the worry painting his own heart and kisses your right cheek. “Guess, baby.”

The endearment takes you faster than the storm brewing outside. And even though your little corner of the Earth is cloaked in snow and ice and frigid wind, in this moment, all you feel is warmth. And God—you just want more of it.

“Baby…?”

“Babe, sweetheart, angel,” he whispers, and with each sweet word, he kisses over your eyes and your cheeks and your forehead, “my everything.”

Something clogs your throat.

“You’re not just saying all this as a friend, are you? Because that would be really shitty, Jimin, and I don’t—“

Just then, Jimin forgoes any sane or rational part of his mind telling him to calm down and talk this through, and leans in for a kiss. He presses his lips so desperately on yours that you can taste its desire. Although you’re taken aback, falling into the kiss you’ve waited so any months for is easy, in the end. Maybe because in the back of your mind, you had been preparing for it all this time.

When Jimin realizes you’re not pushing him away, he smooths his hand over the curve of your cheek and brings you closer. The touch of his slightly calloused skin melting against yours is heaven incarnate.

Jimin kisses with deep passion and a sweetness you can’t name. It feels good enough to write several diary entries about. Makes you feel like that teenager who dreamt about being kissed just like this someday. Everything about it feels like a dream come true.

When the need for air begins to stir too heavily, Jimin pulls back just a smidge to gauge your reaction. The best part about it is that he never takes his hand away. He keeps his skin on yours just the way you like it, making you purr like a feline into his awaiting atmosphere.

“You still want to be friends, YN?”

Though the pain of your period ripples through your lower back, you ignore it for the sake of all the pleasure of being close to him when you slowly push him down on the sofa. Besides, if the two of you keep kissing like this, the pain will dissipate it no time.

“Yes,” you tell him as your body slots over his slowly. While your legs tangle with his in a dance of sated comfortability, you are the one to kiss down his jaw this time. “I want to be best friends.”

He squeezes your waist when you kiss just under his ear lobe. “Really?”

“Best friends who kiss a lot,” you carry on, bringing your lips back down to slightly enclose his in an almost kiss. “Why? What do you want to be?”

“Your boyfriend,” he answers in a deep voice which sounds all too sexy on him. The tail end of his reply cuts off when he grabs your face and brings you in for a harder kiss. Then he grabs and touches your body like a man starved, only to be satisfied by the touch of your hot skin. When a hand snakes under your shirt, he lays a hand flat over your belly. “Wanna try it—being my girl?”

Right where he’s placed his hand, your belly does a big swoop and your timid heart bursts in excitable butterflies. A scarlet cheeked smile bends your lips upwards and Jimin grabs you taut against his chest for another kiss, though you manage to pause the motion with a hand on his cheek.

“I didn’t thank you for bringing my most favourite thing,” you whisper, thumbing his gloriously luscious lips just as he presses a peck to it. Maybe he can’t kiss you just yet but that doesn’t mean he’ll go without your lips for even a moment now that he’s had a taste. It’s like placing a gorgeous steak in front of a man and telling him not to touch. He’s weak for you, there’s no doubt about that.

His own lips settle into a smile as he asks, “The chocolate?”

“My boyfriend.”

And fuck, maybe he’s weak as all hell when he smashes his lips on yours, moans and groans alight on his tongue, but what does that make you when you return it with the same enthusiasm?

Actual tears in my eyes 😩 I am such a sucker for this little family you created in Colours and pt 4 was so beautifully written!! My heart is swooning omg

WAHHHHH HIIII OMG THANK YOU SOOO SOO MUCH. I'm so flippin glad you loved it!!! I seriously appreciate it ((: ily ily ily ily.

Thank you so much for reading my story I really do appreciate you in my asks <3 i love hearing your opinions and your thoughts!!! have a great weekend, lovely!