im not crazy for saying that i found comfort in this chapter which fucking titled HURT. im so glad yoongi saved oc and helped her and jk as well. and JIMIN..... he's turning to kinda good guy??? i really dont understand whom he's scared of. i cant fucking wait for the next chapter. you did a really really good job on this sibi ♡
Warnings: sadness, signs of trauma, slight violence, but also sweet healing moments
Wordcount: 11k
a/n: i know there is lots of plot in this chapter jfajsd i hope it’s not confusing
Is that your mother singing? And is that her hand caressing your hair? Those sheets, they feel like the sheets of your childhood bed. Soft, warm, cotton. That smell. Is that your father’s cologne? It smells like his hugs. Why can’t you open your eyes? You want to see them. You haven’t been back in your childhood home in years, not after the fire burned everything down. Paws on wooden tiles. No way. Is that Cookie? She is alive again? You laugh, but nothing comes out. You want to open your eyes and look at her, but you can’t. She barks, it makes your father laugh and soon your mother laughs too. Mama? Papa?
You sit up and gasp, ripping your eyes open. This isn’t your childhood home, this is a forest. This isn’t your childhood bed, this is the wet, cold ground. And who is that shadow sitting in the dark?
“Took you long enough”, he grumbles and steps into the light of the full moon. Min Yoongi.
“You?” you gasp and it is not long that realisation washes over you. You reach for your neck. It is dry and doesn’t hurt anymore. You pull your hand away, staring at your clean palms, “what?”
“I fed you my blood”, he says calmly.
You gasp, throat constricting. Your hand is on your chest, feeling for a heartbeat.
“No you aren’t dead”, he says dryly. He stands up and closes the distance between you and him. He squats down, red eyes racing over your face, “although I did think you would die on me for a second. You’ve been out for five hours.”
“Five hours?” you gasp, blinking in confusion, “Yoongi what is going on? What is-“, you stop talking when you watch Yoongi’s head snap up in alert. He sniffles then growls.
“Okay we gotta go”, he whispers and wraps his strong fingers around your wrist.
“What?”
“We have to go, didn’t you hear me?” he spits angrily, pulling you to your feet.
You are dizzy and the world is nothing but a blurred mess. You wobble and stumble, head pounding painfully.
“I’m so dizzy. Yoongi wait.”
“There is no time to wait”, he barks, faltering only a second later when he sees how your eyes flutter in exhaustion. He sighs, “fine, I’ll walk for you.”
He throws you over his shoulder afterwards, ignoring your squeaked out complaints. And then he runs. He runs so fast that trees turn into dark streaks of blurriness and the ground beneath your eyes is indistinct.
“Yoongi put me down please”, you plead, feeling your eyes tear up in the cold wind.
But Yoongi doesn’t answer you. He continues running through the endless forest. The darkness doesn’t even phase him, he manoeuvres through the thick undergrowth and high trees as if it was the brightest day.
“Please…” you plead.
“Quit it”, he hisses, dodging a family of low trees.
“I’m so confused, what happened?”
“Quiet.”
Oh your stomach aches so much. Yoongi is way too fast, you will throw up if he doesn’t slow down.
“Yoongi, please slow down.”
“Oh my god”, he stops, picking you up like a little baby so you would be facing him, “if I tell you to be quiet then be fucking quiet. You want to tell every bloody vampire in a radius of fifty miles your location?”
“What?” you gasp.
“Their little feeding stupidity alerted others of our kind, they smelled blood. Don’t you get it?” he spits.
“I- holy shit.”
“Now you get it”, he throws you back over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, “so be quiet until I tell you that you can speak.”
And so Yoongi runs again, through the forest until he reaches the gates. Down the empty streets and quiet alleyways. And you stay quiet, cursing your heart for racing so loudly and your brain for slowly coming to its senses.
Feeding stupidity.
Yoongi told you so himself. Someone fed on you, used you as their own blood bag, almost ripped you to shreds. It was them. Park Jimin and Kim Namjoon and… Taehyung. Your love, the man who swore to protect you. He led you to your demise.
“Stop sobbing”, Yoongi hisses, taking a sharp turn to the right.
“They killed me”, you sob. It hurts so much. You want to cry for hours.
“You’re not dead, we’re almost there”.
“Why did you heal me? Why? I could have been like you, I could have been like you.”
“You don’t want this, trust me”, he mumbles, unphased by your continuous sobs and cries.
He betrayed you. He gave you promises of safety and he forced you into danger. You trusted him and he allowed them to kill you. It hurts so much, it’s so unbearably much.
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Summary: You were always there for Jungkook, no matter the intensity of the trouble he was in, you were always there for him.
genre: college student! Jungkook x reader!, best friends to lovers.
Warnings/tags: Angst, fluff, smut, fingering, oral, mentions of unprotected sex, panic attacks, insecurities, accidental pregnancy/child, dirty talk, pet names.
Words: 23.7K
A.N: Hello, it is finally here, i hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think with your comments and asks, knowing what you guys think mean the world to me, really you have no idea how that lifts up my spirits when I don`t feel motivated, anyways, please enjoy lovelies <33333
You look around the coffee shop where Jungkook was supposed to meet you twenty minutes ago, you didn’t plan on meeting him there, it was just understood between the two of you even a ritual if you had to give it a word, both of you came to this shop to grab coffee before your classes and usually you were the one getting late not him, never him, never even when you were kids, Jungkook was always the impatient one, his impatient nature forced him to do things early, meeting you somewhere to hangout was nothing different, he was always before time and you were glad because you never had to wait instead, you always got scolded for not being on time even if you are five minutes late. You lean back in the seat, chewing on your bottom lip as you look outside the window. No sign of him. You look down at you phone, his chat still open, a thread of your messages sent to him can be seen but still nothing from him, he wasn’t even at home when you left in the morning. You huff. Is he okay? Your best friend instinct kicks in.
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we gon’ change. happy birthday taehyung ♡
i’m so in love with him :(
WOAHHHH, another masterpiece chapter from sibi!!! i LOVE LOVE how fluffy and sweet the beginning of this chapter is and then we get the nasty angsty ending but IT IS VERY MUCH WELL WRITTEN!! KEEP GOING SIBI, I LOVE YOUR WORKS SO MUCH <333
Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader
Warnings: cute domestic moments, Taehyung being a master in seduction, he is also whipped for her, THEIR DOMESTIC MOMENTS MAKE ME SCREAM, but also feelings of betrayal, slight violence and a fight :(
Wordcount: 8.8k
a/n: i am going to punch a pillow
You open your eyes and blink in the bright room. You inhale deeply.
“Mhm pancakes”, you murmur and yawn, “that’d be cool right now."
Dishes clatter and only then do you realise that your bedroom door is open and the smell of pancakes actually comes from your kitchen. You lift your head and furrow your brows. Well, this is interesting. You ought to check it out.
"Good morning, did you have a pleasant night?” Taehyung greets you before you can, having his back turned to you. He must have heard you come outside. Vampire hearing and all (again the books you read educated you a lot).
“Are you making pancakes?” you ask, waddling over to him.
You look into the pan and over to the plate on which pancakes are already stacked. They look different, let’s put it that way.
Taehyung sneaks a glance your way.
“That look says that you aren’t pleased with the results.”
“No, they uh, look interesting”, you assure him, “I like how the edges are burned and the middle is still white. I never had them this way before."
"Are you mocking me?” Taehyung raises an eyebrow at you.
“I’m not” you assure him and chuckle fondly, “they look good, don’t worry."
Taehyung clicks his tongue in distaste and looks back at the pan. He flips the pancake, cringing when the edges turn out burned and the middle white again. You chuckle, giving his middle a quick hug as you press a chaste kiss to his shoulder. You make your way to the fridge afterwards and open it to get the milk.
Taehyung fills up the pan with new dough in the meantime. The faint sizzling is almost relaxing in the otherwise quiet room.
"You know, you don’t need to cook for me. I’m happy with getting a soggy sandwich from the store”, you say and pour water into your water cooker, “as long as I can have my cup of tea, I’m happy.”
“I can’t accept that. A soggy sandwich from the store is below you”, he murmurs.
You sneak a glance his way, having to grin. Of course it is. With your grin still embedded on your face, you sort through your tea cabinet.
“Do you want a cup too?” you ask him.
“Oh, that would be wonderful”, he says, flipping the pancake, “aha!” he exclaims.
You look at him, “what is it?”
“You see, this one looks fairly decent”, he says proudly, tilting the pan so you could take a look at the (surprisingly) golden pancake.
“Ooh, I’m impressed, you mastered the skill on the last pancake. Congrats”, you say, having to chuckle.
Taehyung sends you a look of distaste and clicks his tongue.
“Mock me all you want, I’m not the one having to eat them”, he murmurs.
You scoff and laugh in disbelief, leaning against the counter.
“So I have to eat them? Is that so?”
Taehyung looks at you from the corner of his eyes, wanting to stay serious but having to grin in the end. He chuckles and shakes his head.
You turn your attention back to the two tea cups, pouring the hot water over the teabags and watching them dye the water golden brown.
You feel happy, which is funny because you can’t seem to remember the last time you felt this kind of happy. The warm kind of happy, the one that makes you smile all the time and no matter what you do, you just can’t stop smiling.
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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.
Taglist: Open!
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Hi! I’m the last ask you got about fics tar are similar to imprint by Arctic grey I don’t know if you could tell but I was wondering if there’s any bts fics you have I don’t know if it was specified in my first ask
i got ur ask!! sorry for the late answer, but yes, i’ve read imprints! it’s one of the best fwb aus under the bts tag, in my opinion. i have a few you might like, with the novel-like feel you mentioned and the fwb aspect.
these are personal favorites i ended up bookmarking (which means i really find them good). i hope you end up liking them too! :)
obligated to say that if you’re looking for namjin specifically, all of bazooka’s namjin works are exactly what you’re looking for. otherwise:
[E, 217k] Where The Heart Is by ??? (orphaned account) pairing: taegi
[M, 12k] Inward peripheries by murkya (i’m a huge fan of their characterization!) pairing: yoonkook
i’m not sure if you’re into yoonkook but if you’re looking for good worldbuilding, characterization and a novel-like length/feel, i highly suggest reading anything from notyoongs. here are some fics under their account that i personally love.
[T, 27k] everything i never told you by notyoongs pairing: yoonkook
[E, 107k] something in the water by notyoongs (this is a whole novel) pairing: yoonkook
[E, 109k] all the light we cannot see by notyoongs pairing: yoonkook
[E, 63k] rewrite the stars by notyoongs (highlight in story!) pairing: yoonkook
and back to our regular programming~
[E, 51k] Say My Name (And I'll Lie in the Sound) by fadetomorrow pairing: taegi
[E, 41k] i wrote these for you by buffcooky pairing: namgi
[E, 66k] How much to give and how much to take by Aguacates pairing: namkook
[T, 32k] Of (Accidental) Felons and Harlequins by CheekyBrunette, CynoDemure (highlight in characterization and dialogue!) pairing: namgi
[M, 28k] we're risking it all for illegal love by dmingi pairing: yoonmin
[M, 26k] Spanish Doll by saengie pairing: namjin
enjoy! :) <3
he looked extra hot extra handsome extra gorgeous this day
the k-drama vibes I get from this photoshoot (cr.0613data)
like if you use or save (´・ᴥ・`)੭・゚:* ♡
this is so fucking good, im a whore for enemies to lovers namjin
✎ metastacia ❝ 145k ⚐ mature
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.
In every lifetime, every universe, my soul will be drawn to yours.
I will choose you in every life.
"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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