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army-recs · 3 years ago

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Oh man... This was so sweet and fluffy :') I was immediately grabbed by the title, and the story did not disappoint! I love fics about friends to lovers - you managed to capture what makes those stories so special in so few words. The doubts about losing it all, the intimate understand of each other, the affection that they want to show but can't (or can they?) - it's all there, and I love it :') Thank you for sharing this story!

friends get married all the time

The silly promise you made ten years ago comes back to bite your asses, and you're both too weak to pretend it never happened.

pairing: seokjin x f. reader

genres/tropes: friends to lovers, fluff

words: 2.3K

rating: G

warnings: too many kisses; one mention of (ahem) giving this fine ass man a good suck (don't worry it's still sfw); yoongi and his fishing skills being mentioned; cursing

a/n: it's kim seokjin's world, we're just living in it. happy birthday to the wonderful man that you are, jinnie! may your life be the happiest of all lives.

enjoy!

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Kim Seokjin is a wonderful man, one you don't find easily, and probably would have a hard time letting go. Maybe that's why you only blink twice when he brings back that old, drunken promise you made ten years back in time.

"What?!"

Yes, Kim Seokjin is a wonderful man. And he's completely, utterly, terribly out of his mind.

"Hear me out," he gestures with his hands like you're the madwoman there. "We made this promise based on alcohol. You can't break that."

You scoff.

"It's literally why we should pretend it never happened. I thought you forgot it!"

"You can't promise to marry someone and then forget it!"

He's insufferable. Due to the celebration of his birthday, you tried to forget it, but apparently, you can't, because your best friend of a lifetime insists on reminding you of this.

It was the summer of 2011, late in the night. You two were too drunk to remember the rest of the night, but, well, no amount of alcohol would be enough to erase the promise to marry each other if you ever got thirty being single, nor the kiss you shared after. Fresh out of high school, you both thought it was impossible to still be single a decade later but turns out adult life is more difficult, and a lot less fun than what it seemed back then.

You were the one to make him promise he would marry you because you were too dumb to confess your true feelings to him, and too hurt watching him with Cha Boram all night. She was funny, cute, sexy, and not a single soul in the first year of college haven't heard of her — she was basically every man on your college's dream, even Seokjin's. Of course, your mind ran a mile a minute that night, and you'd figure out they would get along well — they were a match. It wasn't hard to imagine a future where they would get married and have babies and dogs and sugar gliders. So you had the brilliant idea, when Boram left the party and Seokjin came back to you, to make a promise to each other.

"Friends get married all the time," you drunkenly brabble, gesticulating more than what is probably necessary.

To say you were expecting him to bring this back is an understatement. You were dreading it.

"We can't do that."

"Why not?" Seokjin shrugs. "Friends get married all the time."

And he dares to quote you!

"Kim Seokjin, do you understand what is at stake here?" You alternate your pointing finger between you and him. "We're talking about marriage. Marriage!"

"Yah, I'm not dumb and definitely not deaf."

"Well, you're acting like you are."

"All I'm saying is that we promised this and now that we're here, it doesn't cost anything to give it a try, right? You'd get someone to cook dinner and I'd get someone to suck me dry for free, and dramaless. Seems like a fair trade to me."

Albeit his words aren't meant to harm you, you can't help the little hurt tud your heart does against your ribcage. As you view your best friend as more than your best friend, he seems to view you only as fair trade, as someone who made a drunken promise, and now that he's got nowhere better to be, he finds himself stuck on his last option (if even you're one).

You don't know why he still thinks he's too old for some things, like finding love and settling down. You're both only thirty, and as the fact that you're not in your roaring twenties anymore weighs down, you understand why your twenty-year-old self felt scared that time — but now... Now you see it's nothing like that. You still have plenty of life to live, and to find love. The only thing that never changed through the years is that, no matter how much time passes or how much you mature, it seems like you'd always be afraid of confessing your true feelings to him.

As a child, you remember fearing the darkness. As an adult, you can only fear losing something good you have in the name of the uncertainty that comes out of confessing.

Bearing to lose a friend isn't something you're willing to do these days.

One thing never changed for sure, and it's the way Seokjin still haunts your what-ifs — that ridiculous percentage of you that insists that maybe, just maybe, you won't lose him.

"Your fair trade englobes various things. What if you meet someone and fall in love with them while being married to me? Then what? We get a divorce and you go live your life while I stay behind—"

"Who said you're staying behind? Who even said I'd divorce you?"

Your eyes almost jump out of their sockets. The situation would be hilarious if not for the subject — two drunk friends discussing a drunken promise in a pork belly restaurant whilst supposedly celebrating one of the friend's birthdays. Seokjin's seaweed soup is still left untouched on the table.

"Seokjin, what the fuck? You're implying that you'd get involved with someone else while being married?"

"I'm implying that if I marry you, I won't ever get involved with anyone else."

He hasn't moved, hasn't even flinched, but you swear he's way closer to you now than he was before. What is it that his words always have a bigger, crashing effect on you?

"That's foolishness. You can't know this." As your bitter words scape the cave of your mouth, you avert your eyes to anything other than him. His looks are unbearable. You always thought Seokjin is a handsome man, and just like the finest of the wines to ever exist, the more he ages, the more he blooms into a more incredible handsome version of himself. If God thought you were one of His strongest soldiers then He may be right, because more than ten years keeping your feelings at bay at sure the try-out.

"I don't know this. I'm making another promise," he shrugs like it's just another simple daily arrangement. "That I won't get involved with another person if I marry you."

You almost give in, almost mutter the words before reality hits you like a brick again. When you envisioned your wedding, marrying out of desperation with the man you were dying to show affection to you in forms that a simple friend shouldn't show wasn't what you had in mind. Of course, you'd marry Seokjin. You know him like you know all your old favorite songs, you learned all of his habits, manners, and ways.

But no matter how you're in love with him, you love yourself too, and wouldn't marry someone just because you love them to get nothing but friendship in return. You want love in the form of burning desire. You want companionship beyond the edges of friends — you want family, someone that is a part of you. Not your other half because you believe you're whole, but someone so connected to you that sometimes it sure feels that if you're missing them, 50% of you is away too.

You want stability, but you also want adventures.

"Let's just forget it. It was a silly promise we made when we were not even twenty yet."

Seokjin stays silent for the rest of the night. It's a strange thing, because when the boys and their lovers stand up and leave, you and Seokjin always stay behind, having more drinks, laughing the night away. It's the only time of the year when you two don't leave occasions early, actually. The elephant in the room makes you get up and leave, and even when he walks you home, there's a heavy silence between you two. Your friend is a very wise man — a watcher, he keeps to himself most of the time, absorbing everything like a sponge and categorizing them. But, now, he's acting like a teenager.

"How long are you making me stare at this stupid pout of yours?" You ask once you reach the front porch of your house.

"I'm not pouting," he says, pouting.

"Seokjin, you're acting like a teenage boy right now—"

"No, I'm not. We made a promise."

"We were drunk!"

"You were drunk. Oh, by the way, I know you weren't drunk drunk, you were at most slightly buffering."

The revelation that all this time he knew makes your eyes bulge, and you almost don't have time to catch your reactions and keep them to you, as to not make everything any more obvious. Fuck, why does he have to be so ahead of his time? And even then, why didn't he addresses your feelings?

Easy. Because he doesn't feel the same way.

Your shoulders slump as your train of thought hits a brick wall, shattering the tiny hope you had that he maybe felt the same.

"And what? I just read that book and thought it would be funny—"

"I won't marry anyone if it's not you."

Well, that wasn't what you were expecting.

"W-what?"

Seokjin's full lips form a thin line, bread cheeks at full display as he tries desperately to look elsewhere but you.

"That's what you heard. If you don't marry me, I'll die single."

"What? Why would you..."

Kim Seokjin is a wise man, and his wisdom kept him from confessing all those years ago. What if he had ruined something so good like the relationship you built? What if it didn't work out due to your both immature minds? What if he broke your heart? What if you broke his? He dated other women after Cha Boram — met them, was intimate with them, some of them were even more intense than Boram ever was. But none of them were you. None of them could share his obsession with Mario Bros or Maple Story. None of them ever respected his tastes. No matter how hard he tried to get along with these women, all of them lacked something only you seemed to have.

They don't how to make the curves on Mario Kart? You do.

They don't know how to make the perfect whipped egg whites? You make wonderful ones for his deserts.

They don't want to go fishing with him? You always stand by the door with your backpack and the stupid dad hat you managed to steal from him with the biggest where are we going fam eyes, even if you always end up wrapped on the fishnet.

Finding unbearable flaws in your boyfriends wasn't at all difficult for you too. No matter how they tried to make you happy, Seokjin could do better. He always did.

As he leans in, you see his eyes, that beautiful chocolate little universes he holds within, flashing I'm to your lips and back to your eyes again. Is he going to kiss you? Because you want him to. You want it so bad...

"Please don't do something you'll regret later," your poor heart begs, voicing your plea through your mouth.

"I'd never regret something with you even if we married in Vegas."

The touch of his lips is hesitant at first. Ten years wishing for his lips on yours again wasn't enough to prepare your heart to try to keep up with all the butterflies on your stomach — they fly all the way up to your lungs and it's impossible to breathe. Even then, you pull him closer by his lapels, giving him all the room to explore your mouth like he explores the sea. It's sad you're human beings and you need oxygen to live — although you wouldn't be opposed to the idea of your source of life being Seokjin's lips.

"You can't say those things and kiss me like this," you whimper, giving his mouth numerous pecks because you can, and because his lips are irresistible this close, and because you don't want to be apart from them now. "It'll only make the task of being the rational one here very difficult."

"I don't want you to be rational," Seokjin bites your bottom lip and presses you harder against him. "I want you to marry your best friend."

"What happens to our family?"

"They won't be marrying with us," he kisses your jawline, fingers cradling your hair and exposing your neck to him.

"And our houses?"

"You move in with me. Or I move in with you. It doesn't matter."

"A-and—" you hiss, trying hard to gulp your moans with his ministrations on your neck. "Why didn't you tell me anything sooner?"

"I was afraid of ruining what we have. But the more time passed, the more I realized that I should've married you on the spot right at that party."

Your hand palms his cheek and you bring his eyes to yours again. He's so close now, closer than he has ever been; and it's warm, smells like sea salt and summer breeze.

"I like you. I did back then and I still do now."

Seokjin smiles, middle finger brushing your skin as he puts a strand of your hair behind your ear

"I know," he frowns and gives you another kiss. "I'm sorry for making you wait all this time. I really wanted to propose but I didn't know how to approach you other than that promise."

"Wait... Propose? What about dating? And engagement? Do you really want to get married—"

"Fuck dating, fuck engagement. I'll be buying you a ring and we'll be marrying the day after."

"Seokjin!"

"We already lost time. I don't want to waste a second anymore. You're too much of a wifey material for me to keep making the same mistake and wasting time all over again."

"Wifey material?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

Turns out, another fifty years later, two daughters, four grandchildren, and a load of dogs and sugar gliders, Kim Seokjin is still your idea of husband material. Or whatever the hell it is. He owns a rocking chair, facing the beach in front of the house you bought in the first ten years of your marriage, and several fishing tools. There are times when he brings Seokho, your eldest grandson, along with him to fishing. He calls it boy's time. Seokho adores his time with his grandfather, even if he absolutely sucks at fishing. Like his uncle Min Yoongi, who accompanies them sometimes.

Your daughters still gush about the old story of how you and their father married — they say you were dumb to wait for ten years, and on that, you agree with them.

Friends are really stupid, mostly if they're in love with each other.

But thank God that friends get married all the time, right?

#jin #friends to lovers #1k to 5k #fluff

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army-recs · 3 years ago

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I love this. I love this! Did I mention I love this? I was looking for something to feed my villain craving, and this is exactly what I needed. Villain Jimin? Check. Enemies to lovers? Check. Interesting fantasy universe? Check? It's like you read my mind, and wrote exactly the fic I was looking for, so thank you :')

Lose Myself To Find You 01

summary: A girl, resigned to never finding happiness. A boy, trapped in the shadow of his past. Brought together by destiny. It is in this inevitable union that they may find the savior they’ve longed for for so long has always been but a mirror away.

pairing: jimin x reader

word count: 4.5k

genre: 18+, fluff, angst, (ex)villain!au, fairy tale!au, lowkey e2l

extra info: attempts, talk, and insinuations of murder. mentions of poverty and child abandonment (only in the beginning). (ex)villain!jimin. fairy tale keeper!reader

a/n: there are an endless amount of people to thank (for listening to me crying about how hard writing is and answering all my weird ass questions), but especially to @wwilloww and @lcksndkys for your never ending support💖💖 big thanks to @ggukcangetit and suzie for reading over this fic for me <3 and last but never least, to my @cutechim this one’s for you (and forever thankful for you creating my banner omfg!!!!!)

i sincerely hope you’ll like this, dearest reader 🥺💕

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Many Years Ago

Two parents, aged heavily by poverty and malnutrition, knelt on the pavement in front of a figure cloaked in darkness. The silence was deafening, but they summoned him there for a reason. The man took his wife’s hand and with a tremble in his every movement, he bowed his head as he spoke.

“Please, kind sir, we are tired. Our children are hungry. We’ve heard many great tales about your generosity to those who call on you.”

The hidden silhouette remained unmoving. The man’s confidence wavered. Were they unimpressed with his plea?

“Very well.” A deep and disembodied voice echoed around them, and the couple straightened their backs. “Since you went through all this trouble to summon me, I suppose I could hear your reasoning for stealing me away from my midnight snack.”

“We want magic, sir. Enough to help us earn enough money to feed and clothe our children. That’s all we want.”

“I see no harm in granting your wish,” the voice said simply.

The husband and wife’s faces lit up and they squeezed each other’s hands. A miracle! Their prayers would be answered! With some magic they would finally be able to—

“But I’ll require a price. I’m sure you’ve also heard of that amongst these stories, have you not?”

That they knew, but they also learned that the price was always heavy. They were prepared for the cost. Anything to escape this hell.

“Anything,” the wife spoke up, eyes widened with an eagerness she hadn’t known in years.

The shrouded being removed their hood, revealing a strikingly handsome face. His sharp golden eyes struck them with fear and awe. The silvery undertone of his skin glimmered under the moonlight, further emphasising the rich glow of his irises. His plush lips, colored a deep purple, pursed together as he observed them with contempt.

“I’ll need for you to make a formal request before I tell you the price.”

The couple exchanged alarmed looks. They didn’t know what he would want from them. They had absolutely nothing, so surely it wouldn’t be so bad? Together they recited the short phrase they’d practiced for many days.

“Lord Rumplestiltsjin, we want access to magic no matter the price.”

He remained silent, appraising them like cattle. After a prolonged period of silence, he finally spoke.

“Your children. Give them to me and only then will you receive the magic you so dearly desire.”

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army-recs · 3 years ago

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Oh my goodness! This was such a wonderful read. I remember loving 'Paperman' so much, and seeing it captured in this beautiful fic was lovely. You managed to capture the charm and romance of the short in such beautiful language! This was only 1.5k words, but it felt like so much more. Thank you for sharing such a lovely story! 💕

Paper Kisses (KTH x Reader)

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

genre(s): strangers to lovers

au(s): slice of life au

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none… just fluffy fluff

rating: g

summary: the promise of finding you again rests in Taehyung’s palms, contained within a single folded airplane.

a/n: i recently rewatched the absolutely adorable disney short Paperman, and couldn’t stop thinking about it (love stories wish they could be this cute). I decided to do a little exercise with Tae as the main character, i hope you enjoy!

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Taehyung clutches the stack of papers in his hand, looking down at them listlessly as he prepares for another day at the office. Behind him, his ears ring with the thundering of the oncoming train.

This one rattles through the platform, ruthless and ceaseless, not even bothering to stop. The force from the oncoming moment creates a furious gust, blowing Taehyung’s perfectly coiffed hair out of its style, and nearly causing him to lose the stack of papers. He lets out a deep sigh, looking down at his watch. 7:32. Not time for his train yet.

Not even a moment later, he’s met with another gust, lighter this time. He hears a light smack! and looks down to see a piece of paper has blown right into his arm. Panicking, he looks down at the stack in his hand, wondering if he’s lost one, but as soon as he looks back up, the paper is lost to the wind, floating on the breeze.

“Excuse me!” he hears a voice call out as a desperate figure rushes past him in pursuit of the page, nearly knocking him over. Looking down the platform, he watches the figure jump up and down, hands outstretched, before they finally grab on and tuck it into their file. As they turn, Taehyung catches a glimpse of their face, flushed from the cold, and blushes himself. oh. You’re very pretty.

The click-clack of your shoes can be heard against the platform as you make your way back, pausing right next to a very flustered Taehyung. Glancing over at the shy man, you give him a timid smile, remorse embedded in your gaze for knocking into him. Taehyung looks away sheepishly, grip loosening on his stack of papers when suddenly, another puff of wind blows one right out of his hands and into your shocked face.

He freezes, apology caught in his throat as he snatches the paper off of your face. You give him another coy smile, a small chuckle escaping you before your mouth parts into a tiny “o” when you look at the page. Confused, Taehyung looks around, his gaze finally resting on the paper, which has now been imprinted with a delicate smudge of your red lipstick. He closes his eyes and lets out a hearty laugh, pointing to the paper.

When he opens them, you’re gone. The brief flash of your retreating figure smiling at him through the smudged, streaky windows of the train is all he gets before he’s left alone once again.

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Thoughts consumed by a whirlwind, Taehyung barely registers the click-clacking of the typewriters and the stamps behind him, reflecting dreamily on what happened that morning. A loud thud! resounds through the office looking up to see the sinister face of Mr. Bang, his boss, as he throws another stack of papers onto his desk.

Looking gloomily at the pile, he shifts his gaze over to the lone paper on his desk, the imprint of your lips as clear as day. And lets out a deep sigh. A draft comes in through the open window, bringing a light breeze with it, and Taehyung panics as the paper is lifted, scrambling to catch it before it’s blown out the window. Looking through the glass, his jaw drops. It’s you. Right there in the building across from him. File in hand as you shake hands with a man in a suit before sitting down in a chair.

Taehyung can’t believe it. His heart jumps with glee at the sight of you, and he rolls up his sleeves, lifting open the window and waving his arms to catch your attention. He’s interrupted by a grumble, looking over to see Mr. Bang shoot him a disapproving glare from his office.

Sitting down, he grumbles, briefly looking over at the pile of work that’s keeping him from you, when suddenly, his mind lights up with an idea. Grabbing one from the top of the stack, he gets to work, hands diligently and delicate folding the creases and seams. A paper airplane.

Readying himself, he launches the plane out the window, eyes sparkling with excitement for a brief moment before a strong gust of wind knocks it off course and he watches it tumble to the ground, many stories below. His face falls. Determined, he tries again.

The next one hits the side of the window next to where you are. The one after that sails into the office below, the worker’s eyebrows furrowing at the object on his desk. Taehyung gives him a guilty grin before the worker grumbles, crumpling up the page and slamming his window shut. One is interrupted by a flock of oncoming birds. Another one sails directly through the window, his heart thumping in anticipation… only to land in the trash can behind you. You never notice once.

Taehyung hears a loud clang and whips around, realizing he’s now knocked the empty paper holder off his desk. He finds the shocked faces of the other office workers, raising their brows and whispering to each other. Alarmed, he turns his focus back to the window, only to see you shaking the man’s hand again and getting up to leave. Panting, Taehyung feels his heart throb as he desperately looks around for something else. The only thing left is the paper with your lipstick on it. Fueled by the fire of determination, Taehyung snatches the piece, folding it delicately into one final plane. As he readies himself, another waft knocks the plane out of his hand, his heart falling in his chest as he watches it flit away.

He looks back up, and you’re gone. Spinning, he knocks directly into a solid chest, looking up to see Mr. Bang glaring down at him.

Eyes wide, Taehyung is caught. Trapped between the grey, colorless expanse of his life thus far, and the bright vibrancy of a red smudge of lipstick, now floating away on a zephyr.

With all eyes on him, Taehyung turns on his heels and runs. Stumbling out of the revolving doors into the cool fall air, he does a 360, eyes frantically searching for any sign of your parting figure.

Yet, all he finds is the crumpled sight of the last paper airplane he’d thrown, grey and muddy from resting next to the sewer. Clenching his jaw, Taehyung picks it up, throwing it with all his might as he stalks away.

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The sweet smell of the blooms hits your nose as you take a deep inhale. The soft, delicate petals, the bright vibrant colors… you will yourself not to spend money on ridiculous things. After all, it wasn’t like you had the money for it.

Another day, another failed job interview. You’d been trying so hard to pick yourself after everything had come crashing down a few months ago. The weight of the breakup never eased, and every passing experience ever since had only served to remind you of those three dreaded words.

“You’re not enough.”

Suddenly, a foreign object zooms past, breaking you out of your trance. Landing amongst the piles of flowers, both you and the seller look at each other in shock. Your face blanches even more when you see the prominent smudge of red lipstick on the paper airplane that had fallen in front of you.

Could it be…

You don’t have time to think before another gust lifts the paper airplane up, up, and away. Looking back at the flower lady, she gives you an encouraging glance.

Waving goodbye, you break out into a run, your shoes clacking along the sidewalk in your chase for the plane that’s lost on the wings of the wind.

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Scowling, Taehyung grumbles to himself, plopping onto the hard leather seats of the train carriage.

The little boy next to him looks over with a curious glance, but he can’t be bothered to give him a smile today. The boy’s mother yanks him away, perplexed and a little frightened by the man who’s covered in hundreds of paper airplanes.

Taehyung doesn’t know how they’d found him, gliding along in the breeze like birds, before sticking onto him. Despite all his furious efforts to rip them off and shake them away, they’d refused to budge. And now, here he was, heading home like a crazy person.

The train comes to a screeching halt, and Taehyung grimaces as he makes his way out onto the platform, stopping when he sees a lone figure standing there, paper airplane in hand.

“Excuse me?” you inch closer to him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I think this is yours.”

Offering it to him, Taehyung’s eyes widen in shock as he sees you, the pretty one from this morning, holding out the airplane with your paper kiss.

“I’m ___,” you breathe, cheeks flushing under the man from this morning’s intense gaze. You can’t believe you found him again.

Taehyung reaches over, your fingers brushing against his as he takes the paper airplane from your grasp, launching it back into the wind.

“Nice to meet you, ___. My name’s Taehyung.”

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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 💜

#taehyung #strangers to lovers #1k to 5k #fluff

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army-recs · 3 years ago

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Okay, LISTEN, I love this version of Jungkook so much. The progression of their relationship was so nice. Mix it with a wonderful setting, and adorable chemistry, and you get a really cute story! 💖 Thank you so much for sharing such a wonderful fic!

wonder - jjk

pairing: jeongguk x reader

genre/warnings: pool boy/waiter/kind-of-baker/first-aid-extraordinaire/aspiring singer!jeongguk(ft. cherry!guk), writer/journalist!reader, the CHEESIEST fluff, tiny amounts of angst, a bad attempt at original poetry, there is a tiny blood mention

word count: 14,906

summary: romance novels lie about finding some deep epiphany in the ocean because you find your inspiration in some chlorine tainted red locks or where jeongguk isn’t smooth with a pool net.

a/n: this is. the longest fic i’ve ever written. also the longest i’ve ever worked on a fic (…a month ajfdks) and im really proud of it :-( i hope u like it :-(

There’s a certain breaking point for an advice columnist, one that isn’t supposed to come three years into the job and over a handwritten letter from a nine year old who has just had her dream of becoming a vet shattered by this sudden discovery that she, in fact, passes out when she sees any type of blood. Or if that breaking point comes, the draft of the response isn’t supposed to make it past an unsaved document, (Dreams are a scam, anyway. Learn that.) scrapped and used as emotional support to formulate the real answer.

There’s a nine year old little girl who rushes to the paper for a week after sending her letter, hoping to find some sort of solace in the advice column she finds fascinating, generally filled with advice on things she doesn’t have the capacity to understand: cheating husbands, the capitalist nature of the makeup industry, why “business casual” isn’t a reward for women, and taxes. She’s memorized her opening line enough to have her heart racing into her throat when she catches sight of it on its usual page, her letter transcribed and italicized just above the tiny portrait of the columnist and the bold font that would be her response.

Her mother finds her sobbing on her bed fifteen minutes after she called for her to come to dinner and consoles her enough to acknowledge that being a Disney princess is just as good of an aspiration as a vet, not before writing a strongly worded letter addressed to the editor of the paper and canceling the family’s subscription.

There’s a different document you should have scrapped completely, the sixty-seventh page of your never ending novel, never ending in the sense that it would never end because you were going to give up on everything with the exception of the column for the next day: an obscure sex toy shop escapade that isn’t fit for the nine year old and her canceled subscription in the first place.

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#jungkook #fluff #over 10k

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army-recs · 3 years ago

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Ooh I have chills! I love love love this setting! I adore stories about creepy villages cloaked in mystery, where a shadow of horror hangs over its inhabitants. This delivered exactly what I needed!

Also, I loved how Taehyung was written in this. So creepy, so mysterious, yet there's an aura to him that cannot help but drag you in. I love it!

Thank you so much for sharing such a captivating story! 💖

Lichterloh | Kim Taehyung

Synopsis ⤑ you’ve heard endless stories about small towns. That the folks living there loves to gossip all day, that theres always that one kid dreaming of making in in the big city. And of course the tales about supernatural beings lurking in the woods. After moving into town your’e surprised that you landed in a place that seems to be brimming with those beings and how the town just accepts them. Yet somehow just shortly after you’ve settled down you find yourself pulled into a scavenger hunt on the lookout for a glowing head that belongs to the Dullahan named taehyung.’‘

➵ paring: Dullahan Taehyung x Human reader

➵ A/n: happy halloween peeps!!

this is a part of the halloween collaboration!

| warnings: description of ungodly beings/ body horror

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“Ah, that belongs into the living room” you tell the movers and they nod at you.

You’ve lived your whole entire life in a high rise city, where theres constantly something going on. With the years passing by, the stress of trying to function in a system that forced you to think about your value as a human being, based on how productive were /how much money you can made, caught up to you.

So when you found about the small town named Silverdell you instantly packed your stuff and got ready to leave. Of course your mother opposed, saying that moving so far away from the family, to a small town that barely made it on the map was just dangerous. Nothing could change your mind so you proceeded with the moving, but you had to promise her to call her at least four times a week.

The weird thing though was that at first, you couldn’t find the town. For some reason no matter who you asked for directions, they’d tell you that they never heard of that place and that you should ask someone else. Finally after driving for a few days through the midwest you finally arrived in silverdell, only to find the truck that had your belongings already standing in front of your house.

“You know” you turn around to face the man thats standing next to you smoking a cigaret ‘’I’ve been wondering how that truck arrived here before me, considering that i couldn’t find this town’’

The man, who goes by the name of sam, chuckles. He’s a man of average height with a full beard and wild hair that lowkey reminds you of a pirate. ‘’that happens to every newcomer’’ he takes a long drag of the cigaret ‘’you wont find silverdell until the town accepts you’’

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army-recs · 3 years ago

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This story captured my heart with its beautiful descriptions of the mysterious and magical circus! Everything was painted so vividly, I really felt like I was there. It took me back to the formal parties we'd have at uni, where the gardens would be decorated with fairy lights, and filled with various fair ground rides. I suppose that's the closest thing I can equate it to, since I've never actually been to a circus. But there is something magical about those kind of settings, and it was captured perfectly here!

I now have a soft spot for ringmaster Hobi 🥺 He was so sweet! My heart was fluttering during the entire ferris wheel scene. It was written so beautifully! I loved how the couple just felt so perfect together, there was a beautiful connection between the two despite being strangers 💖

Also, shout out to Hoseok's forehead. I'm weak for a Hoseok with an exposed forehead 😭

Cirque de Mystère

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Ringmaster!AU

; Word Count: 8.3k

; Synopsis: Come one, come all to the Cirque de Mystère! Gorge yourselves on sweet treats and greasy food, succeed at our games and admire the view from the ferris wheel before joining us in the Big Top for a wondrous finale filled with surprises, fun and mystery that will take you back in time! Who know what you’ll find in our humble circus?

A/N: To celebrate Hobi’s birthday, enjoy an incredibly sweet and fluffy fic that is hopefully a little magical too. <3 Happy birthday to the light of all our lives, J-Hope!

Head slumping onto your folded arms that lay on the desk, you let out a deep and tired sigh before looking back at your computer screen. Hand coming to your forehead, you can’t help but rub at it forcefully to try and ease the headache that has been plaguing you for the last hour.

Eyes flickering down to the time showing in the lower right corner of your screen, a loud groan leaves your throat at the knowledge you still have three hours of work left.

“Ooh Y/N, you don’t sound too happy to be here” Jisoo laughs lightly from the desk opposite you. Sitting up straighter, you look over the top of your monitor and catch her eyes, rolling them slightly as you do so.

“I swear Alex is trying to kill me. If I have to stare at this damn spread sheet for a minute longer, I may cause some damage. It’s infuriating, he’s convinced it’s wrong but I just don’t see it.” You scowl at the screen once more, trying to get it to reveal its incorrect ways to you.

Jisoo is quiet for a moment before you hear her moving something around on her desk. “Well, if you can make it through the next few hours, do you want to come with my friends and I to the circus tonight? It’ll be a cool way to relax.”

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#hoseok #5k to 10k #fluff #angst #circus au

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army-recs · 4 years ago

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Ahhhh, this is such a good read! Such an interesting premise! And with loveable characters and a plot to keep you hooked, this one’s worth your time!

Save You (Jungkook, OC) Part 1

A/N: a birthday special featuring our golden maknae. I had this idea for a while now and thought I’d finally write it down. I got it from a prompt I saw a few weeks back. haha enjoy!

Jungkook was eight when he started seeing the numbers.

It was a random set of digits floating on top of his mother’s head. He couldn’t recall the number then nor could he have understood the meaning of it. It simply appeared there one day, and the next day he saw it on top of his father’s, then his brother’s… and soon, everyone had their own set of numbers hovering over their heads.

They appeared and re-appeared at random times and Jungkook thought maybe they were like names; like identification numbers to keep the population in check. It looked pretty normal, and he didn’t think it was harming anybody; just floating idly on top of everyone’s heads every now and then…

But what confused him was when he told his brother about the floating numbers, he was merely given a queer look like he’d just spoken in a different language.

It didn’t take long before he figured out that his brother truly didn’t understand him…

Because he was the only one who could see the floating numbers.

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#jungkook #fluff #angst #over 10k

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army-recs · 4 years ago

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Hiii do you know what jjiimin (riley's) AO3 is. I remember youre the one who recommended a certain fic of hers but she deleted all her fics just now :(

Hi there, I don't know about her AO3, since I'm not that active on there myself... I checked her Tumblr blog just now though, and her fics still appear to be up there, at least from what I can see... I haven't read much of her masterlist so it may be she deleted some of them, and I didn't notice, but the fics I remember reading are still up there.

#answered #anonymous

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@jimlingss @gukyi OKAY, LISTEN! I don’t know why I haven’t included this fic on my rec blog yet, because it is an absolute MASTERPIECE, and everybody who has not already read it needs to stop what they are doing and read it right now! You will not regret it!

This has to be one of the best fics I have read in terms of pacing, plot, and character development. The premise for the fic felt so original, and I was never bored despite how long the fic was (and how short my attention span is)!

I was so invested in the couple’s relationship by the end of the story. Both authors did an amazing job developing the couple, and I felt so attached to both characters by the end. Since the y/n character has to be quite relatable to lots of different types of people, it can often be the case that they feel one-dimensional or plain in self-insert fics, but in this case I felt that y/n’s character was incredibly well done. I felt just as attached to her as I was to Yoongi! Both characters went through so much, I was so emotional when I reached the end of their story.

Thank you to both writers for sharing your amazing talents with us!

The Truth Between Us | 01

[!!] CO-WRITTEN WITH @gukyi

⇒ Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 [Finale] || epilogue

⇒ summary: a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

⇒ enemies to lovers au with various other au’s thrown in there

⇒ word count: 14k

⇒ genre: fluff, angst, drama

⇒ warnings: alcohol consumption + mentions of injury

⇒ a/n: hey guys, this is a fic written with @gukyi - we’ve both been working on for so long and for the first half of 2018. so, if you don’t send her a message too, i will come find you and shank you. other than that, thank you for reading and please enjoy!!

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#yoongi #over 10k #enemies to lovers #fluff #angst #series

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army-recs · 4 years ago

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This. This was so beautiful. It was written so impeccably, I could visualise it all so clearly. And the feelings it portrayed felt so real and genuine. What a ride! Thank you so much for sharing such an amazing story with us 💖💞💕💘

iridescence.

↳ he colors your life from day one.

◇ hoseok x reader ◇ fluff | angst | soulmate!au ◇ 7.2k [1/1]

notes: so i’ve been stupidly busy this weekend but i promised myself i would get this damn fic out before february 18 is over in my timezone even if i fucking died trying so. here it is. [sidenote: i still can’t believe it didn’t occur to me to write a birthday fic for hobi until literally ten days before. i’ll be more on top of things for yoongi’s birthday. hopefully.]

but anyway. happiest of birthdays to our sun, jung hoseok! this is so fucking soft and a little angsty and honestly i just love hoseok? so much? he deserves the whole damn universe.

You are twenty-three when color finally begins to seep into the monotonous gray of your world. Brown becomes the first shade you see, rich and dark and alluring.

At first glance, the sight doesn’t register—the blistering heat of the paper cup in your hand distracts you from the way color floods the coffee within, trickling across the circular expanse. And then you think that maybe it’s a trick of the light, or some kind of hallucination. Maybe you’re having a stroke.

In the next second, you are gasping, your coffee cup falling to the ground and spilling everywhere. But you can’t be bothered with the wet mess or the grumbling people queued behind you in the café, because you can only stare at the young man behind the counter, his twinkling eyes the same warm shade of brown as the puddle of coffee on the floor. He is looking at you in dazed amazement, as if he can’t quite believe that you’re real. But when you remain rooted firmly in place, a dazzling smile spreads across his face. “It’s you,” he breathes, his tone bordering on reverent.

Your gaze flickers down to the badge pinned to his chest, taking in the loops and curves that make up his name. “Hoseok,” you murmur, tongue curling around each syllable. “Hoseok.”

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#hoseok #fluff #angst #5k to 10k #soulmate

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army-recs · 4 years ago

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This fic was so adorable! I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers, so of course I absolutely loved the banter and bickering between this couple! I was just so happy at the end! Seeing them arguing over their not-date (it was totally a date!) was so cute, and the ending left me grinning ear to ear. Thank you for writing such a lovely story ☺️💖

not a date - jjk

pairing: jeongguk x reader

genre: enemies to lovers, college!au, fluff, very sparing illusions to smut, like jeongguk takes his shirt off for a few paragraphs

word count: 3,184

summary: he’s the infuriating kid in your literature class that has an answer to every single question and every time he raises his hand you kind of want to punch him because of that time you were in a group project together and he deleted and rewrote your entire portion at three in the morning or your voice is so infuriating please shut up and kiss me.

a/n: part 5 of to lovers :’-) the rest of the series is linked in my masterlist!!

In the scheme of wanting to take someone’s very specific and very annoying bright green pen from them and make them swallow it to prevent the incessant clicking that plagued your right ear the entirety of the power hour class, you wish you knew less about the owner of said pen.

You knew Jeon Jeongguk from freshman year composition, when he was one of eight people who’d filed into the tiny computer lab huddled in a giant black hoodie while you were still trying to gauge whether the sweat coating the back of your spine was visible through your shirt. The graduate student handling the class had split you into two groups immediately, prompting a question for you to discuss. That was the first time he’d taken something you’d said and added thirty unnecessary words to it without guilt and with a bunny smile you didn’t want to admit was attractive.

A liberal arts degree comes with the same general people in virtually all your classes. The girl who offered you a pencil the first time scantron attendance was taken. The boy who’d taken your seat the fourth week of class when you were both ten minutes early. And unfortunately for you, Jeongguk.

You knew he lived off campus in an apartment with his bio chemistry, doctor seeking roommate Namjoon after Yoongi had informed you the spindly man was terrible at pickup basketball and you’d scolded your friend for hanging out with someone who shared the same cereal bowls with the biggest prick in the literature department. You knew he wasn’t in a fraternity but his friend Jimin was and he spent the majority of his time holed up in the third floor of the house with a game controller in hand when he wasn’t correcting people or reminding homework due dates in group chats created for your various classes. You knew he could sing because Yoongi had dragged you to karaoke night on his off day at the cafe he worked at in which Jeongguk just so happened to be at and his friend, Taehyung and his charcoal stained fingers, had shoved him to the front and Yoongi had to pinch your hip to prevent you from burning a hole through Jeongguk’s melodious lips with your glare.

You knew he turned twenty-one in September when he showed up to your group presentation the next day, hungover, after deleting and changing your entire thesis to fit his.

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#fluff #jungkook #1k to 5k #enemies to lovers

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