CERTIFIED LOVER GIRL ♡ KNJ X FEMALE READER

Jin as Husband Material 💍🤴🏻

Having him serenade you everyday

obviously he was the chef in the relationship

He always loved talking about how amazing your relationship is

texting each other 24/7

Being exercise buddies

going on expensive holidays together

Of course he reminded you how handsome he is everyday

going shopping together was your favourite thing to do! Jin loves picking out outfits for you

He loved embarrassing you in public as he loved seeing you blush and go all shy

having to look after him 24/7 as you knew he gets scared of a lot of things

Red color was created to be worn my him

the absolute prettiest 🤍

gods and angels are only dreaming of to have what this man has ♡ for @gimbapchefs ♡ {cr. namuspromised}

“𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘫𝘪𝘨𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘱𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺.. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘈 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘋𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳. 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 "𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘳." 𝘈 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘈 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘈 𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴? 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸... 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶?” —Yae Noguchi

FIRST LOVE: HATSUKOI 初恋 (2022) dir. Yuri Kanchiku

world wide handsome ↣ for @supertunajin

SIBI FINALLY SANGUIS ALPHA COMEBACK!!!!!

↳ Index [Chapter 15 - Torture]

Warnings: graphic description of torture & violence, swearing, blood & blooddrinking, vampires being out of control and very agressive, I am literally warning you this chapter is not fun or quirky this is a VERY DARK chapter, VERY DARK 

Wordcount: 5.6k

a/n: this is once again a warning that this is a very dark chapter which contains themes which could be triggering for some, I tried to censor as much as possible, but there are still very dark themes in this chapter despite the censor! If you feel uncomfortable reading such themes I advice you skip this chapter and wait for the next chapter to come out, I promise you that this is the darkest chapter of the story and that the next chapter is going to be light again. 

This is now the last warning. If you decide to continue, do so with the knowledge that you have been warned multiple times and decided to continue reading out of your own free will! The chapter will begin under the cut. 

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Cooking For Two (KSJ x F!Reader)

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 💜

SIBI HOLY FUCK. im so confused and scared rn.... did tae really trapped oc? who tf saved her in the end? will she be a vampire? i cant wait anymore for the next chapter which will be titled HURT 😫😭🤚🏼💔

↳ Index [Chapter 19 - Schicksal]

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader

Warnings: the beginning is very sweet until everything does a 180 and it turns very dark, violent blooddrinking, hunts, violence, betrayal, those are not your sweet romanticised vampires

Wordcount: 8k

a/n: i hate them, also istfg if just one of you blames oc i will slaughter you painfully

The sun was already getting ready for her sleep when you and Taehyung finally leave his wing. You hadn’t planned on leaving his wing, but your rumbling stomach convinced you otherwise. 

You giggle as Taehyung catches up with you on the stairs. He wraps his arms around you, picking you up with ease.

“What are you doing? Tae put me down”, you laugh.

“Never”, he says, pressing you against the handrailing at the end of the stairs, “you’re mine darling”, he coos, caressing your sides.

“Mhm, yeah I am”, you say, grinning goofily. His hair feels so soft in your fingers.

“I’m so happy to have you again”, he whispers, making your heart flutter.

“I’m happy too”, you breathe, feeling your body draw closer to him all on its own.

“Let’s never ever fight again”, he says, making you chuckle.

“That’s a little unrealistic”, you say. 

He pouts, earning himself a soft pinch to his cheek. 

“Fine, let’s never ever fight again”, you give in with fondness in your voice. 

“That’s better”, he says and smiles. 

“You’re so cute." 

"Ah yes? Are you perhaps talking to a mirror?" 

You snort, "Tae come on”, you whine.

Taehyung grins and leans in for a kiss, stopping as your stomach rumbles loudly. You both look down at it.

“Are you famished, my sweetest?” he asks, rubbing his hand over your tummy gently.

“Yes, a little, stupid human stomach, it ruined the mood.”

Taehyung looks at you with fondness in his eyes.

“Let’s get you something to eat, shall we?”

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