never gonna stop thinking about this look
missing my french darlings
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Seokjin is still figuring out if the fall was worth the flight.
In every lifetime, every universe, my soul will be drawn to yours.
I will choose you in every life.
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Pair: Kim Seokjin x f!reader
Summary: Kim Seokjin was everything any girl could want in school . Handsome, kind, popular. Many girls in your class had a crush on the man; including you. Being a few years older than you meant that after he graduated, you didn’t think you would ever see him again. Fast forward to seven years later, the oldest clichê in the book: Your mother marries a man, the man has a son. That son was Kim Seokjin. And now, you’re coming home for a family trip to a cabin in the woods, with a very much awakening crush on the man that is now one hundred percent off limits. A shared bathroom, a snow storm, a small town. What could go wrong?
Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, step brother (not related, not raised together, not weird)
Warnings: This is the result of missing Seokjin. Namgi sideparing. Your mother is married to Jin’s dad, but you knew each other (and had a crush on each other) before they met. I swear it’s not weird, but he is your oppa. So: oppa kink, praise kink, smut in every part. Seokjin has a big cock and it should be a character of its own. Mini series, which means this will be split into three parts. There are some text edits here and there, but this is not a SMAU.
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I love him 🥺
polish government has opened a website for ukrainians seeking safety and trying to cross the ukrainian-polish border:
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as of 13:10 polish time, it has been said as many people as possible will be let through the borders. they are also supposed to let through children who do not have passports, as to not divide families.
this is so fucking good, im a whore for enemies to lovers namjin
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Seokjin doesn’t believe in ghosts. Which would cause a huge uproar if everyone knew since he’s kind of a big deal at his university; he’s a shaman who protects people from evil spirits. He doesn’t remember where he got the idea to do this from, all he knows is that superstitious people pay good money.
Namjoon does believe in ghosts. Better yet, he can see them and he can expel them. But there’s a certain phoney shaman at his university who’s stealing all his clients in his exorcism business, and he’s not happy about it because haunted people pay good money.
So, what do they do? Figure out whose closet is holding all the skeletons, of course.
i’m so in love with him :(
pairing: ex-boyfriend Seokjin! x reader genre(s): just angst... i'm sorry au(s): exes to exes word count: 1.3k warnings: lots of regret, pining, misunderstandings, mentions of a past fight, Seokjin gets burned, both literally and figuratively rating: PG15
summary: based on this tweet, "seokjin the type to make too much pasta after a breakup because he's used to cooking for two" T_T
a/n: i was itching to write some good angst... and my muse (aka Jin) responded! this is sad, and i made myself cry. tagging @beckysworld7 because you encouraged me hehe <3 this is pretty unedited btw
Seokjin's ears fill with a loud hiss, tearing his gaze away from the soft patter of rain outside his window, and back to the boiling water on the stove. His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of the water overflowing and sizzling on the hot stove top. Cursing internally, he chastises himself for not remembering to put a wooden spoon over the top. It was a habit he rarely forgot, until, of course, his life had been tossed so far afield that he had lost all sense of familiarity.
And so, he continued on, fighting tooth and nail to hold on to the parts of his life that defined who he was before it had happened. However, the breakup had left him broken, empty, watching you take the best parts of him, of you both, and throw them away like they’d never meant anything at all.
He reaches over to pull the frothing pot off the stove, yelping as the blistering heat of the hot metal kisses his bare skin. Shaking his hand, he yells in pain and runs cold water over the burn, searching for some sort of relief. The taste of ash coats his mouth, and he’s not sure whether it’s from the pasta he’d nearly burnt, or the acrid memories that have begun to rise up from the deep place he’d buried them so many months ago.
Pappardelle with homemade bolognese sauce. He’d made the dish a thousand times before. It had been your favorite after every night out, every big celebration, even on rainy days, like today, when you weren't feeling well. The fresh, al dente noodles and the simmering hearty sauce were irrevocably tied to the memory of your relationship, each bite creating a different snapshot in his brain of times that had passed long ago.
Every Friday night since the last time he saw you, Seokjin made two bowls of pasta, sitting alone at the dining table, breathless and begging for you to walk through the door. Waiting until the steaming bowls ran cold, he finally accepted that you weren't coming today. After finishing one bowl, he'd put away the other one, sneaking bites of the cold, rubbery dough throughout the weekend; coming home from another failed date, or right before bed when the longing was at its worst.
He heard Namjoon’s voice in the back of his head, chastising him that the way he was living wasn’t healthy, that it’d been too long since you had gone. Seokjin knew his friend was right. But Seokjin didn’t know how to live his life without you, just like he’d never known how to only make one serving of your favorite recipe. And so he sat there, in the oppressive loneliness of the apartment you two had once shared, and lost himself.
Shuddering from the cold, he gazes over to the warm, calm flames that burn in the fireplace. At the end of it all, he hadn’t even remembered what caused the fight that ended it - all he remembers was the rage, the inferno that had erupted between the two of you. It was like nothing he had experienced before - hot, angry, and scathing. Blazing down everything in its path. The bitter stench of regret had settled deep inside his lungs as your footsteps ran out and closed the door behind you.
The doorbell rings, followed by the distinct sound of three rhythmic knocks, and Seokjin freezes.
Swinging the door open, his dazed mind wonders if it’s all been a dream. Because it’s you, cheeks red from the cold, bundled up in the plaid scarf and red mittens he’d gotten you for your very first Christmas together. You look beautiful, and Seokjin’s heart hurts all over again. Because you’re not his to love anymore.
You look towards his downturned gaze, and immediately think to yourself that it was a mistake coming here. The two of you stand on opposite sides of the threshold, forced into an impasse of your own doing.
Deciding to break the silence, you clear your throat, and Jin’s glassy eyes meet yours, pain contained within their umber depths.
“I’m so sorry for showing up like this,” you gasp, not realizing the words come out as a sob. “But I was making a dish, umm, the pappardelle with bolognese. And I realized I left the Le Creuset pot with you.”
Taking a deep breath, you force air into your lungs, mustering up the strength to continue while feeling the tears prick your eyelashes.
“You probably don’t want to give it back,” you mumble in the smallest voice you can manage. “And it’s unfair of me to ask for it, but I needed to make something for a thing I have to go to and I remembered you, uhmm, I mean your recipe.”
Peering through your lids at Seokjin, you watch him gulp as he tries to force a response, struggling to get the words out.
“I have the pot,” he garbles, voice hoarse. “Take it, and don’t worry about the pasta. I made some. You can have it too.”
Looking your ex-boyfriend in the eyes, the man you thought you’d have forever with, a sob escapes your throat, and your heavy breaths echo in the frosty air as he waits for you to respond.
“W-what do you mean take it?” you whimper, fingers itching underneath your mittens to reach out and brush a stray strand of hair out of his eyes.
“I make it every Friday,” he whispers. “Two bowls. You can take the other bowl with you.”
You watch him disappear into the apartment, coming back out with a sizzling pot of pasta in his hands. He pauses, visage lost deep in contemplation, before the lines in his face disappear and he gives you a soft smile.
“Or,” he goes on. “You could come in and have some with me? There’ll probably be enough leftovers for you to take home with you.”
You feel a pit in your stomach at his proposition, glancing over at his pretty eyes and parted lips as they hopefully await your response.
Looking away, you stare down the hall of the apartment complex, not wanting to meet his gaze as you push your red mitten to the side and Seokjin catches a glimpse at your blanched fingers.
A sparkling, oval-cut diamond sits on your left ring finger, and through your pounding heartbeat, you hear Seokjin let out a pained whine.
“I-, I’m so sorry, Jin. I never should have come,” you weep, knowing that if you looked him in the eyes one more time, you’d fall in love all over again.
Turning on your heels, you leave him devastated, thoughts swimming with uncertainty about the fiancé waiting for you in the parlor of his parents’ house. Knowing deep in your soul that part of your heart would forever belong to the man you left at the threshold, clutching the steaming dish in his hands.
Slamming the pot onto the counter, Jin chokes on his tears, heaving in between deep breaths as he watches you run away through the window.
Lifting the spoon to his lips, he inhales a large bite of the dish, hoping to nurse his broken heart, only to have a dull flavorless bite coat his tongue. He’d forgotten the salt. Mourning the loss of his finesse for the dish that had once warmed his heart, he can’t help but remark at the forfeit of his love for you as well.
He feels rage overtake him, throwing the pot against the wall. The tasteless rubbery mess along with the shattered remnants of the last item of yours he’d kept painting a gut-wrenching portrait as he slumps to the floor.
He doesn’t know how long he stays there, tears leaking from his eyes as his whole body shakes.
When the clock strikes midnight, Seokjin rises, picking up the bland mess in his hands and throwing it in the trash. For good.
A/N pt. 2: Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜
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Heeyy!! Here is BTS AND HOW THEY CUDDLE (or rather how I think they cuddle).I added a few songs that remind me of the individual members if you'd want to give them a listen 💗. Also i wanted to apologise for this not being NSFW like my usual work, i'm not feeling it today :/ but anyways, enjoyyy!!_______________________________
Jimin
- likes being big spoon so he gets to nuzzle his face into the back of your neck
-sometimes he lays on you'r chest because he likes listening to you'r heartbeat that reminds him your not just a dream
-deff COVERS you in kisses whenever your cuddling with him
-he has those big-ass plushies ALL over his bed (and they probably have very wierd names, like 'roosik' or smt💀) and sometimes just to be petty he chooses the plushie over you to cuddle. But he comes back to you in a few mins.
-LOVES it when he lays down in you'r lap and you play with his hair @////@
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Namjoon
(hes too precious STOP 😭)
- likes being big spoon because he LOVES feeling you'r hips/waist as you lay on you'r side infront of him
-watching movies and cuddling >>
- he always asks how you are feeling throughout the whole thing because he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable at all
- he makes sure to let you know that he loves you at least more than 3 times
-he lends you his sweatshirts if your cold (ik thats the most 'uwu y/n 🥺' thing but plz dont kill me 💀)
- fluffy blankets everywhere!!!
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Taehyung
-hes surprisingly very clingy
- i can only imagine him as a little spoon
-he would want to get hugged from the back and when you put you'r hand on him to hug, he would hold it by his chest
-if your watching a movie or smt he will make drinks and you'll sit in between his legs
-like jimin, he also likes plushies but he probably has the very small ones which you could basically use as a neck rest so he lets you take those if you'r neck gets tired
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Yoongi 😼
- RANDOMLY tells you he wants to be little spoon and it usually catches you off guard
-he rly likes it when you touch his waist/hips when hes little spoon
-he lets you borrow his clothes
-whenever you guys are bored, he lays down in you'r lap and lets you do his makeup or skincare
- you guys deff squeeze each other's cheeks (on the face 🤨) as a joke until one of you gets hurt or smt and the other nourishes them
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J-Hope
- doesn't seem like he'd cuddle very much. I think he just mostly individually hugs you and cuddles you when your sleeping. Hes both big & little spoon
-A SHIT-TON OF KISSES >>
-he jokes around a lot with you so no matter what your doing, he'll cheer you up :))
- he buys you comfy things like ; socks, blankets, hoodies, plushies, and little cute slippers so that your not cold at all
- he whispers a lot of cute things to you in you'r ear while cuddling
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Jin
- BIG SPOON
- he usually cuddles you face-to-face so he can look at you and kiss you
-the hot chocolate this man makes is chef's kiss 🤤
-he loves it when you have anything of his belonging on you. Weather it be an elastic band or a necklace, it just makes him very happy
- i think he tells you stories while you cuddle 💗
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Jungkook
- usually big spoon
- actually ADORES it when you lay down on his chest
- he finds it very calming to hear you'r voice so he likes it when you talk to him as your going to bed
-taking pics w/ you while cuddling >>
- he enjoys playing with you'r hair a lot
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Sorry this was pretty short but i hope you liked it. ALSO I STAYED UP TILL 12:50AM TO FINISH THIS SO BE GRATEFUL 🙄. Anyways MERRY CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU!! Im very thankfull for you reading this! Reblog if you enjoyed and dont forget to like!! Send request if you have any Byebye guysss!! :)))
"If this can no longer resonate, no longer make my heart vibrate; then this will be how I die my first death."
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