I'm So Excited For More Of Their Relationship.

I'm so excited for more of their relationship.

Portraits of a Tiger|| 01

Legends of a great and equally terrifying warrior nicknamed the Tiger have been emerging from your fellow villagers for quite sometime. Stories of his skill, his stealth and his supposed wickedness have been passed around to the point where he is more prophecy than person. You have lived your life with a strong sense of conviction, rarely letting gossip influence your opinion. However, you would be lying if you said that his legacy didn’t intrigue you. When the Tiger and his infamous army arrive in your village to refuel, you come face to face with the man behind the myth.

And no amount of marketplace gossip would ever be enough to capture the true complexity of his nature.

Pairing: Merchant! Reader x Warrior! Yoongi

Genre: Adventure, Romance, Smut (later), Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 12k

Warnings: language, depictions of violence both verbal and physical however they are fairly mild, mentions of war and power dynamics, there will be smut in future parts so, (18+ only please).

Current Tag List: @bulletproofbirdy​ @gldnrecs​ @naajix​ @bluewhale52​ @nikkikenji​ @lustedkisses​

A/N: oh okayyyyy HELLO!!! Its here!!! Warrior! Yoongi is finally emerging from the depths of my writer blocked brain and I am SO happy you get to meet him. Once again, this series will be posted in parts just as Mama Mia! is and it may not necessarily follow a linear timeline. 

Also, I know I mentioned her in the tag list post but, SERIOUSLY you guys this story would not be possible without my wonderful friend @bulletbroofbirdy aka Rachel who has literally spent so much time dreaming up with wonderful universe with me. My sweet angel, you are the greatest in the world and I love you. Please go follow Rachel and send her all the love in the universe and thank her for her genius brain because, without her, this fic wouldn’t exist. 

War.  

It’s not an uncommon occurrence where you’re from.  

The ever-present shifting of the borderlines is a constant reminder of the struggle for power.

Many see it as a valiant effort, a noble cause…

But, war is something that doesn’t appeal to you.

It doesn’t sit right with your perspective on the world.

Sure, you understand it’s strengths and why it could be seen as necessary.

However, the consequences of war, of violence- never seem to be worth it.  

Death.

It’s not an uncommon occurrence where you’re from.  

When war is constantly raging on the background, it should be expected.  

It should be normal.  

To most of your district, it is.  

To you?

Every single rise in the death toll sends icy despair into your heart.  

Every drop of blood spilled feels as though it’s your own.  

You’re desperate to find the solution for peace but, you know it’s not that simple.  

Man is never content.

The struggle for power is never ending.  

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dancing with your ghost || myg (m)

or

what happens when you, a stubborn ballerina who isn’t afraid of ghosts, accidentally catches feelings for the one haunting your apartment

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👻 pairing: ghost!yoongi x ballerina!reader

👻 word count: 10.1k

👻 genre: smut, fluff, supernatural, slight angst

👻 warnings: fingering, unprotected sex with the undead lol, slight dom!yoongi, psychic!tae is there too? (kinda), mentions of death (yoongi is a ghost lmao), finger sucking, sexxy dancing with yoongles, and some drama bc i’m messy

👻 a/n: okay this might be the wildest thing i’ve written so far but we’re living agshdjdk anyways can read as a oneshot (i think?) or part 20 of my social media au ghosted!! hope y’all enjoy it!! x

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As a ghost, there were a few things that Yoongi was sure of: 1) He was going to be stuck in the same god damn outfit, which he didn’t like that much to begin with, forever. 2) Being dead was a lot more boring than one might expect, and there was never anything good on daytime TV. And 3) He was most definitely going to be alone for all of eternity.

The first two were not so bad, he supposed, but after a few months of being a ghost, the third one had really started to get to him. Being invisible to the world was nice for a time, sure, but a person can only stand solitude for so long, and he soon found himself longing to be seen, to be heard, to be at least acknowledged by someone—anyone.

Yoongi didn’t exactly have the best track record with living people in his afterlife. When he had first figured out that he was dead, he had gone straight to his girlfriend’s house, only to find that months had passed since he’d died, and she had already moved on with another man. He’d been so distraught by the news that he’d tried to reach out and touch her, and, to his surprise, he did. He grabbed her arm and she felt it; for a moment, he even swore his reflection had become visible to her in the mirror, shocking the both of them. But the look on her face when she’d seen him was something he’d never forget; fear. So that day, as he fled from her house, he’d promised himself to never again get involved in the lives of the living.

Which would have worked out just fine for him, if his peaceful eternal exile wasn’t being constantly interrupted by exactly that; living people.

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One of my favorite series to read on tumblr.  I am rereading this for like the fourth time.  

The Meme and His Tutor

So the way this fic is going to be laid out is that the chapters are days or moments. I plan for this to be a fluffy, light-hearted fic. No angst. I’ll also suggest a song to listen to per chapter to help readers know what tone I was trying to achieve.

Part 1: The Day The Meme Met His Tutor

Recommended Song: Love by MAMAMOO

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Summary:

It all started with a fan meeting. You had wanted to make an impression on your bias, Jungkook, so you used what Korean you had learned so far to put together a compliment. Little did you know how that one moment would lead to many more.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: None for now. May change. Who knows.

Word Count: 1444

Length: 1/?

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a heavenly way to die - myg (m)

after finally being given a clean bill of health folllowing an extended stay at the hospital, your boyfriend, yoongi, has his own plans to prove to you that he’s more than recovered…

:: because forever is in your eyes, but forever ain’t half the time i wanna spend with you ::

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❀ pairing: cellist!yoongi x ballerina!reader

❀ word count: 8.9k

❀ genre: fluff, smut, romance

❀ warnings: fingering, oral, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling, dom/sub overtones, yoongi being horny and missing you a lot, the end of this one is real soft uwu :’)

❀ a/n: this oneshot can be read as part 29 of my social media au story ghosted or as a stand alone fic!! i hope you all enjoy soft-but-thirsty cellist boyfriend yoongi and this cute lil story!! x

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Cello strings. It was always the honeyed sound of the cello that echoed through the walls of your quaint, cluttered apartment, drifting down the corridors, and coloring the air with its somber, dulcet tones. It was this familiar sound that you had come to adore throughout your time living here, just as you had come to adore its source; your boyfriend, Min Yoongi. And, it was this sound precisely that first graced your ears when you stepped into your small home studio today and came upon the very man himself practicing.

Occupying a chair by the window, his shaggy, raven hair fell haphazardly across his forehead, partly obscuring his face, as he sat with his eyes closed in poised concentration, plucking at the bass strings with his fingers, and sweeping his bow to produce the most bittersweet of melodies. He always looked so beautiful to you when he was playing like this, but you didn’t dare to speak or to approach him, for fear of breaking the spell cast by the delicate melody he was weaving.

It was a song that you recognized, and one that you knew well—Saint Saëns’ “The Swan” from Carnival of the Animals. As a trained ballerina under contract with the national company, it was a piece you had danced for your first solo as a principal dancer, and it meant a great deal to both you and Yoongi, who had played the same piece for a cello recital once and was quite fond of it. Your common history with the piece, as well as the countless hours you had spent practicing it with Yoongi always by your side to support you, had caused the hauntingly melancholy melody to take on new meaning for the two of you, and somewhere along the way, it had sort of become your song. Every time you heard the sad but sweet tune you couldn’t help but think of Yoongi, and of your equally sad but sweet love story.

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The personal growth for Seokjin this chapter unfolded so beautifully.

My Tiny Secret | 20; First Steps

𝑴𝒚 𝑻𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 | 20; First Steps 

⏤𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; Pretty face doesn’t make it up for an ugly personality. And Kim Seokjin is the perfect proof of that.

⏤𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: seokjin x reader

⏤𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: angst, smut, fluff, mistress au, unexpected pregnancy au

⏤𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: strong language, mature content 

⏤> 𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒙

The birds’ chirping creates a calm melody, outstanding the sounds of kids laughing and crying that reach your ears. Even the blanket underneath your legs feels soft, softer than usual and you wonder if it’s made from one of those expensive materials. Surprisingly, Seokjin was the one who packed everything and you left him to it.

It’s nice to see him doing such a normal stuff, especially if it’s related to you and your son.

“It seems busier than last week.” His voice resounds, your eyes snapping to him as his legs are spread out with arms holding him in a relaxed position. Those black locks that got longer are thrown back, making his forehead on full display along with his thick brows.

He looks so relaxed, wearing a white casual shirt with jean shorts, something you should’ve got used to by now, but you still find yourself occasionally stare at him.

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That is so cute.  A little bit of a roundabout way of confessing, also really expensive on Yoongi’s part.  

Engaged for a Day [MYG]

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader | Genre: fluff, minimal angst | Word Count: 3.2k | Rating: SFW (G) | Warnings: None, but Yoongi and Y/N do have a small tiff in the middle, but it gets resolved relatively quickly!

Tags: non-idol AU, slice of life, themes: f2l, themes: childhood friends/best friends, themes: roommates, themes: bakery, themes: fake engagement (or fake dating I guess??)

A/N: this is a commission for @spicykoreantatertots​ that I’ve taken up as part of @ficswithluv​ ’s project ChangesWithLuv!  If you’d like to learn more, go here!  Special thanks to my beta readers @cest-la-tae , @spillthetaesissy , and @rkivepacks!

I also forgot to tag @ladyartemesia​ and am doing so about a week-2 weeks after posting because I’m an idiot and I have the memory of a goldfish

“Yoongi, did you do something again?” You ask, hands closed loosely around the bouquet of peruvian lilies your best friend had got you.  “You never get me flowers and you don’t do something nice for me unless you want something or have something to apologise for.”

Yoongi stares at you, open-mouthed.  You grimace slightly and backtrack.  “Okay, sorry, I worded that badly.  You do do a lot of nice things for me, even when you’re tired, and I know how important your rest is to you.  But this is a little out of the blue and it feels like you’re buttering me up.  So…what’s up, Yoongi?”

Your best friend stares at you, expression still unamused, mouth tightening in a line, your eyes involuntarily honing in on the miniscule movement.  If he notices your line of vision, he shows no signs of commenting on it, instead sticking his tongue out to wet his lips before speaking up.

“Honestly?  I took the long way home from work today and saw a new flower stand.  You know those pop-up stores?  Yeah, those.  Anyway, I saw the flowers and thought of you.  I know you don’t have the best track record with keeping flowers alive, but don’t worry, I’ll help you take care of these.”

You smile and clutch the bouquet tighter, bringing them up to your nose to sniff.  Though you had a sensitive nose, you still liked the smell of your favourite flowers.  With one last whiff, you shift the flowers to one arm and link the other through Yoongi’s, pulling him forward with you when he doesn’t walk.

“C’mon, let’s go find a vase!”

This continues for two more weeks, each gesture getting a little grander each time.  By the time you’ve given in to your suspicions and worked up the courage to confront Yoongi, you and Yoongi are at a dinner so unlike his style that you had gone speechless for half an hour and are about to tuck into your appetisers.  

“Yoongi…this place costs a fortune…what’s going on?  What are you doing?” Yoongi fiddles nervously with his fork and knife, almost dropping them onto his plate as he picks them up with shaking hands.  

“O-okay, so there might’ve been something that you’ll get mad at me for…” Yoongi trails off as he smooths wrinkles from the napkin on his lap, refusing to meet your eyes.  It’s difficult to not look at you since you’re dressed to the nines and at the most beautiful he’s ever seen you, but his fear of you getting angry at him for what he’s planned is enough to turn him meek.

Your eyes narrow, fork falling forward slightly as you relax your grip on it, distracted by Yoongi’s strange behaviour.  “Yoongi…what is it?”

“Do you trust me?” You blink.

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