Rewrite The Stars Intro

rewrite the stars intro

INTRO | 01 

summary you and Jungkook have been friends for years. Sure, he’s been halfway in love with you since the beginning but he always hoped that something would change—until you get pregnant.

pairing jungkook/reader

genre fluff/angst; single parent/roommate au

word count 3.194

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There are certain moments in Jungkook’s life that he remembers above all else, not just because they’re happy or romantic or exciting or groundbreaking but because they all involve you. No matter how little or simple or seemingly insignificant certain exchanges may appear, it never really matters because it’s with you and Jungkook is certain that he has been in love with you ever since the pair of you first met and maybe even a period of time before that when you were nothing but a nameless face in his History of Western Art lecture.

He remembers the first time he ever saw you, the students crowding into the lecture hall and taking their seats scattered throughout the room, the way you walked right in front of him to slide yourself into the seat next to his—the way you simply existed and yet already gave away the sensation that you could move mountains and end the world and break his heart all in a single go.

He remembers.

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see you soon

REPOSTED FROM MY OLD BLOG

summary In which you live in a world where one stroke of a pen against your skin is a signage of forever, and Min Yoongi just has really good timing 

pairing yoongi/reader (w a side of jungkook/reader)

genre fluff/angst; soulmate au (the one where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker, it will show up on your soulmate’s skin as well)

word count 7.276

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The first time images appear on your skin, you are 12 and have absolutely no idea why. Questions spring up in your mind like wildfire—alarming and so completely out of your control that you perform what could only be politely labeled as a scream before you dash to the bathroom, rubbing roughly at the skin of your arm until the flesh turns bright red. The marks, however, do not fade away.

Taking in a few sharp inhales, you collect your thoughts long enough to carefully study the marks that have been embedded into your skin—ink underneath the flesh that you carefully run your finger across. The end product looks to be a night sky along your forearm. There is a half-crescent moon and lazy stars dancing across the way; twinkling lines and hazy shapes and thick lines like they had been drawn with a sharpie.

For some odd reason, the longer you stare at the drawing, you don’t feel the panic settling back into your nerves. Rather, you feel more calm, peaceful, as if staring at the face of familiarity, like these drawings of half-crescent moons and 6 pointed stars genuinely mean something to you. Or at least, they hold enough significance that you don’t scream or continue trying to rub away the spots.

Your mother comes bounding into the room shortly after, startled by your scream until she sees the source of your apprehension and her lips curl up into a soft and understanding smile. It is right then and there, when she takes your arm, soothingly running her thumb up and down the expanse of the night sky that she spins the narrative of fate, destiny, and the universe.

She tells you that the moment people are born, they are instantly bound with another, tied together by some predetermined string, gifting you with someone you are meant to spend the rest of your life with. Someone who fit against every curve, someone who loved you in every aspect no matter what. Someone who would look at you, and you could just feel the weight of their stares like none other—set all your nerves on fire with just a single touch, leave you knowing without a doubt that that person was the one you were meant to spend your life with.

Your soulmate. Your other half.

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all too well 05

REPOSTED FROM MY OLD BLOG

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summary you and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. but two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.

pairing yoongi/reader

genre fluff/angst/smut; idol/makeup artist au

word count 5.434

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You wish that your natural inclination toward Yoongi’s gestures, thoughts, and emotions was something you could flick off like a light switch. You wish you could turn off certain memories and knowledge, how you could tell and understand so readily about what Yoongi was thinking about.

The boy use to always be a stellar liar, able to cover up his emotions well in the form of a defense mechanism, but over the time you got to know him and date him and love him, you’ve always been unbelievably good at reading him. You understood better than most about how the air around him hung and what kind of emotions were always just brimming underneath the surface.

But you hate having that kind of knowledge now. You hate knowing that even after all this time, all this distance, after that heartbreak, Yoongi still cares. He cares so, so much, that desire swimming underneath the surface, he cares so much that the thought of you running off with Hoseok is enough to make his blood boil.

You never wished you could unlearn something more. You wish you could forget the way he looked at you that evening in Tokyo, telling you he didn’t care about you and he didn’t care about you and Hoseok when it was so glaringly obvious that he just cared too much.

That’s probably where things started to change between the two of you.

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NOWHERE FAST 3

word count: 6.5k genre: angst/smut

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Playing to Win (m)

Taekook friends-with-benefits threesome/porn without plot nonsense

Warnings: graphic MMF smut (not MFM). 

Word Count: 8,672

“Hey, ____, you made it,” Taehyung greets you at the front door with a brilliant smile.

“Of course,” you laugh, swinging your arms around him for a hug and a quick peck on the mouth, “Happy birthday, Taehyung!”

“Ooh, you got me a present?” he asks in excitement, noticing the bag in your hand as you follow him into the apartment.

“Of course! You’re only twenty-one once and—wait, what’s he doing here?” You demand, freezing in the motion of removing your coat.

From across the room, Jungkook offers you a half-hearted wave, “‘Sup, ____?”

You turn to stare at Taehyung with huge eyes, “How could you, Tae?!”

The blonde boy freezes in the process of digging through your gift bag, “Wait what?”

You huff in annoyance and turn to tug on your coat again, “Screw you, I’m out of here.”

Taehyung grabs your wrist before you can march out the door, “____, don’t go! It’s my birthday and I want you here.”

You tap your foot impatiently, glancing between Jungkook, who watches you from his lazy position sprawl out on the couch, to the tempting escape of the front door, “Can’t I just show up to your birthday party this weekend?”

“No!” He protests, “That doesn’t count. Today’s my birthday and I want you here now.”

You glance at the door again, “Can I come back later, then? After he’s gone.”

“No. I want you both here,” he says, his mouth drooping in a little frown, “Please, ____? Can’t you play nice, just this one time? For me?”

You falter under his display of aegyo. But the way his eyes widen and his lips purse into the most kissable pout makes your heart clench. You are no match for Taehyung’s cuteness and have no choice but to give in, “Fine,” you sigh, “But only if he plays nice first,” you say with a glare in Jungkook’s direction.

“When have I ever been anything other than nice to you?” Jungkook retorts with a smirk that makes your blood boil.

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Tinder 2.0 (m)

Based on a series of asks I received last week here, here and here

I hate you guys for ruining my mind :’) 

Warning: graphic Jungkook smut and a ridiculous fuck or die theme

Word Count: 10,050

“Miss ___, you will be in room 23,” the chirpy receptionist informs you once she scans your ID, “Your partner is already waiting for you in there.”

You bow deeply at her, “Thank you so much. Is there anything I have to sign?”

“Nope! I already have all of your consent forms and you can provide your payment afterwards. It depends on how many sessions you and your partner opt for.”

“Oh, I see. That’s fine.”

“It says in our system that you are a returning customer, but I am legally obligated to inform you that we will do our best to keep your privacy, but if anything dangerous is to occur to you during the session, we have tracers in your bloodstream monitoring your heart rate, blood pressure, and arousal levels. If you are physically attacked in anyway that results in external or internal damage of any form, we will have our staff check on you immediately. Do you agree to these conditions?”

You wince at the thought of anyone walking in on you in the middle of sex, but you have no choice. You nod, “Yes, of course.”

“Great!” Her mouth breaks into a wide smile, “There are various different lubes in the bathroom. Feel free to use them as you please!”

You flush at her statement, “Thank you.”

“Enjoy your session!” The receptionist pauses for a second, glancing around the room, then her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, “By the way, I heard that your partner is rated 9.8.”

Your eyebrows shoot to your hairline, “9.8?!” you repeat in utter astonishment. You’ve never heard of anyone rated above a 8 before, let alone 9.8. “What? Are you serious? But that means he’s entirely out of my league! Are you sure this is okay?”

She simply grins at you, “The system doesn’t lie. Have fun, miss.”

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