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Tears of Andromeda

For the @bangtanscenery​ - April Showers Bring May Flowers Project in celebration of the Spring Season!

Plot: Namjoon loves you. You are the sun to his moon. It’s been this way since you were young. But your oblivious nature is only apart of your charm. When he’s finally ready to confess to you? You’re already taken. Broken-hearted he goes to your favorite spot. For the first time he allows himself to cry. Then he hears it - like the liquid tinkling of tiny bells. The subtle glow of stars falling from his eyes starts the countdown.

Rating: PG-13 // SFW

Genre: StarTears!AU | angst | romance | drama 

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Female OC (Mia Graves)

Warnings: Mild language, angst, lots of pining

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 4.2K

AN: So, I was tooling around on the twitter and found something in my feed. I had been reading it over and over trying to wrap my head around it. So, here is my interpretation of the StarTears!AU. Here is the thread in question - https://twitter.com/rchimedesu/status/1246209686682185730?s=20. Other than that? I don’t think I’ve ever written so much pining in all my life. I hope you enjoy and I hope to see more StarTears fics in the near future!

© thebiasrekkers (Admin T). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

It hurts. 

Namjoon collapsed onto the bench, a hand clutching over his heart. Panting, he willed the trembling muscle to calm. His lungs burned as he fought to catch a deep breath. His nostrils flared as he fought back the creeping panic inside of him. This was a pain different from any other. His memory rolls back to her enthusiastically kissing another man. The words that he had mustered the courage to speak swallowed back bitterly. She turns to see him, mouth agape in shock, staring. 

The confusion on her face made the moment all that more embarrassing. Because she couldn’t understand the pain etched into his face. Her brows furrowed as he wore that devastation so deeply. It almost looked as if he had witnessed the greatest betrayal. She reached out to him, suddenly wanting to pull him closer - and he ran. Namjoon turned on his heel to escape her. He took off in a dead run across the college campus. There would be no catching him, she knew that. Her boyfriend, just as conflicted, puts a hand on her shoulder and squeezes. A small amount of comfort as he wondered what he just saw. He wondered if she saw that broken-hearted gaze stealing the light from Namjoon’s eyes? He wondered if she knew? 

Did she ever know?

And now?

I’ve lost her. 

Namjoon sits in their favorite spot as the sun settles low in the sky. The vivid orange-blue, purple dusk of night time brings him little comfort. His bottom lip trembled, eyes closed, as his head fell backward. The oil-slick flickers behind his eyes deepen as his memories flood in.

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Breathe: Hope In Isolation [BTS Jimin Fanfic Trailer]

For as long as Jimin can remember, the house is all he’s ever known. His only companion, a calico cat. Neither of them age as the house pulls them through time and space. He can neither interact with people nor stray far from the house. He is cursed to watch the world pass by every year and never be a part of it. But one day, someone not only is able to see the house, but they can finally see him as well.

READ PART ONE OF TWO HERE.

AN: So, I want to go ahead and let everyone know that I am currently working on part 2 of this story and will be releasing it when @bangtanscenery has announced the May Flowers part of the April Showers Bring My Flowers project. I hope you all enjoy! 

The trailer was a beast to make. Please show the video some love and support, as well as the support of the rest of our stories on the blog! We love you! Thanks for being awesome!

21 Questions [Admin E]

Tagged by @btsaudge (if you guys don’t already follow her, you should)!

1) Name: Eden (if we’re being honest, it’s Sophia, but I go by Eden online)

2) Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius 

3) Height: 5’8"

4) Hogwarts House: Slytherin

5) Last thing I Googled: How to make an Alchemy Machine on Don’t Starve Together (Yes, I’m a gamer; don’t @ me)

6) Favorite Artists: If we’re talking about actual painters/sculptors/etc, then I’d have to say Claude Monet, Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn (his portraits are breathtaking), Vincent van Gogh, Utagawa Hiroshige, Katsushika Hokusai, Leonardo DaVinci, Salvadore Dali (just to name a few :P )

7) Song stuck in my head: LEO by Eve

8) Favorite time of day: Late night to early morning...like “before the ass-crack of dawn” early morning.

9) Favorite color: Darker shades of blues, reds, and greens.

10) Following: 76 (we need to follow more people...)

11) Followers: Currently at 313. I can’t believe how many people are tailing us right now and I love it!

12) Do I get asks: Not as much as we would like. ASK US THINGS, PEOPLE!

13) Amount of sleep: As long as I get more than 4 and less than 6, then I can maintain being a productive member of society. When I’m bingewriting/reading, I get about 2 to 3 hours of sleep. Wee. I’m the insomniac of the trio.

14) Favorite number: 7

15) There’s no question 15: ...wut?

16) Dream Job: Novelist or Voice Actress (and I mean full time gig with this; I’m already a part-time professional XD)

17) Instruments: I’ve played clarinet, bass clarinet, tenor saxophone and baritone saxophone.

18) Language: English and Korean, fluently.

19) Favorite song: This question is a form of torture. Truly. But if I had to pick one, it would be The Only Thing by Phelian. The first time I heard this song was on Spotify (they took it down recently), but I just love having this looped while I’m writing. You can listen to it HERE.

20) Random facts: I have two tattoos currently; 3 more to come. I have a slightly eidetic memory. The first anime I ever saw as a child was Kimba the White Lion and I am a Shin Megami Tensei fangirl; specifically of the Persona series. 

21) Aesthetic: Cityscapes, clouds, wide open landscapes, tea, hands with rings, old books, cigarettes, hair fluttering in the wind, neon signs, rain against windows, reflections in water

I don’t know who to tag! I guess I will tag my new loves: @flowerwrites06, @lustjoon, @girlmeetsliv3, @chimoona, and @taetaesbaebaepsae! Don’t worry about doing this if you guys are busy! I just wanted to tag you all anyway!

i love you guys

AWWW! WE LOVE YOU TOO, ANON! 

would you be able to write more of jinxoc from little snuggles? it was so cute

Rating: G // SFW

Genre: modern day || pocket!BTS ||

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female OC

Warnings: Thunderstorms? Person walking around in the dark? Kim Seokjin being dumb. I have no idea

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 1,111

AN: I AM ALWAYS HAPPY TO OBLIGE! I went a little further into it but I hope you like it!

© thebiasrekkers (Admin L). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft

It was just going to be a quick nap. 

The day had been long and with the storm rolling in, your body felt heavy and unresponsive when you had finally drug it into your apartment. It was lucky that you had gotten there to shuck off the wet clothes and take a hot shower before it had started to really storm outside. The apartment was fairly quiet since the Nunnehi had left and honestly, it was a bit duller without them there. However, you couldn’t really have them stay there forever--knowing that eventually they would have to return. 

Your bed seemed so much bigger without them to sneak themselves onto it. The stress of the day started to leave your body, your eyes drifting down as you thought about them. Were they ok? Did they get back safely?

Did they miss you?

You woke up to find that your hair had been wrapped up and a warm smell was coming through the door. Panicking, you racked your brain as you tried to remember if you had turned on the oven. Regardless if you did or not, the covers were flung off of you as you threw open the door to race to the kitchen. The oven was on but there were no signs of smoke and as you pressed the buttons to turn it off--there had been something that you noticed about the rest of the kitchen. 

Flour was peppered on the sink and on counters, the once empty sink had dishes in there as if someone had prepared something. There was also a stray cabinet open, which you found that out when you turned and hit your knee on it. A growl escaped you as you clutched the injured knee, crouched over in pain. It suddenly hit you that these little things was a sign that someone else was in there with you. Hope sparked in your chest that they had come back to you but as you opened up all the cabinets, that hope bled away with each one you found to be empty of their tiny bodies. 

Standing up, you started to clean the mess that was made. It still bothered you that all that mess was there but before you could get into it, a lighting bolt struck a transformer and caused the apartment to be plunged into darkness. A startled scream came out and had you knee the cabinets again. You just sat there, trying to catch your heartbeat and breath from the sudden scare. However, in the silence, you thought you heard a familiar voice. 

“Miss? Where are you?”

“Jin?”

Jumping up, you felt along the walls until there was a body in your way. Confused, you had to back up--a feeling of dread washing over your chest because Jin never was that big. Another lighting strike illuminated the room and you saw a flash of a man there in your living room. Screaming again, you threw your hands up and attempted to get away but his hands gripped your elbows. You struggled so fiercely that the both of you ended up tumbling down, not hearing anything that the man had to say. There was a moment where you thought that your elbow smashed into his face, causing him to let you go with a yelp. The lights popped back on in that moment, eyes painfully trying to adjust to the sudden light. 

“Ow, ow, ow. I wanna be small again!”

There on the ground, after you had backed up as far as you could, was Jin but instead of him being small--he was now nearly six foot tall. He held his face in his hands, tears in his eyes and a lovely pout on his lips. 

“Oh.. my.. God…” You slowly reached out for him, not believing what you were seeing. Carefully, as if he would disappear like smoke, you touched his face and made sure that he was indeed solid. “Y-You’re ….. BIG!”

He scoffed, still sore about you attacking him but that scoff turned into a laugh when you threw your body on him. He hugged you back just as eagerly as you were, relief and happiness trading between the both of you. 

“Thank goodness I came back today. I know how much you hate storms…” He pulled back from the hug and gently took off the towel that had been knocked askew in the scuffle. His fingers ran through your still damp hair, ruffling it and giving it some body as he looked down at you. “Plus, what were you thinking? Coming home and leaving your hair wet like that? You could have caught a cold!”

His scolding made you laugh, prompting another hug. He smelled of the earth, dark and musky but with a hint of spice. It tickled your nose as you held onto him, not quite wanting the moment to end. He enveloped you in his arms again, resting his head on yours--giving out a deep sigh. 

“I wanted to hug you like this for so long but now that I get to…” He crushed you to his new body for a moment, his voice starting to tremble a bit, “I want to be big like this for you forever.”

Suddenly, he wasn’t there. Your arms enclosed themselves around your own body and you opened your eyes, your breath drawing in at the sudden emptiness. Tears started to prickle at the corners of your eyes, worried that he finally left or that it was a dream. A small pat on your leg caused you to look down, the clothes that he was previously wearing crumpled around your body but showcasing Jin as his normal size. He placed his cheek against your leg, closing his eyes and hugging what he could. 

“I’m sorry I can’t stay big..”

You scooped him up in your hands and gave him another light kiss, the tears that were threatening to spill over--finally dropping down your cheeks. Jin grew concerned and put his tiny hands on your cheeks, his own tiny kiss making them fall even faster. 

“It’s ok. I’m just glad that you’re back.”

“That’s right! And the others are going to show up soon too! I heard you turned off the oven, though.”

The little apartment felt like home again. You couldn’t help but laugh at him as he pushed up his white robes that appeared on his body when he returned to normal size to help wash. He looked up at you and pouted again, his little cheeks sticking out.

“But then you hit me! I just can’t believe that! I’m telling the rest this when they get here.”

“Ok, Jin.”