#redamancy epilogue

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lacuna series masterlist

aphelion ⭐️ 🌊 ⚡️// prequel to lacuna, strangers to lovers to exes au // kim namjoon was as perfect when you lost him as he was when you found him. — listen to the playlist.

anniversary director's cut — 11/26/23.

lacuna ⭐️ 🌊 ⚡️ // sequel to aphelion, ex-boyfriend au // in his twenty-eight years, kim namjoon had made countless mistakes. most of them were insignificant and could be shoved easily enough into the back corner of his mind. the worst of them were all tied for first place, keeping him up at night. loving you, losing you, and now - picking up the phone. — listen to the playlist.

anniversary director's cut — 11/26/23.

redamancy ⭐️☁️⚡️// sequel to lacuna, exes to lovers au // Kim Namjoon wasn't known for making wise decisions. He acted first and, on rare occasions, he asked questions later. The path he'd taken so far was left broken behind him, but the light at the end of that tunnel sure looked a hell of a lot like you. — listen to the playlist.

anniversary director's cut — 11/26/23.

homecoming ⭐️⚡️ // lacuna au, established relationship au // your husband is out-of-town for two weeks. he may have to keep his hands to himself in the meantime, but that doesn’t mean he can’t tell you what to do with yours. — 1/8/24.

the one with namjoon and the necktie ⚡️📓 // corporate au, workplace rivals to ? au // in which namjoon learns who really has the upper hand. — request fill, 6/21/23

the one where namjoon is a fuck boy at a house party ⚡️ // one-night stand au // in which meeting namjoon for the third time's the charm. — request fill, 12/8/22

the one where namjoon is a "girl dad" ☁️ // established relationship au, dad!joon au // in which namjoon's fondness for crabs might be genetic. — request fill, 12/18/22

the one where namjoon takes you to nyc for christmas ☁️ // established relationship au // in which namjoon has encyclopedic knowledge of the tree at rockefeller plaza. — request fill, 1/16/23

"anywhere" by rita ora ☁️🎙️ // established relationship au //in which namjoon takes you around the world in 80 30 days. — request fill, 1/21/23

"tomorrow's ours" by lights follow ☁️🎙️ // established relationship au // in which namjoon can cure a bad day. — request fill, 1/7/23

the one with namjoon and the u-haul ☁️📓 // brother's best friend au // in which namjoon is buff, jungkook is late, & you're trapped in an elevator. — request fill, 4/12/23

the one with namjoon and the graveyard shift ☁️📓 // doctor au, friends to something au // in which there are two doctors working overnight in the emergency department and only one bed. — request fill, 6/25/23

meet me at the bar ☁️⚡️// law school au, best friends to lovers au // you're supposed to be staring down the barrel of the last — and most important — examination of your life, but you only have eyes for your study buddy.

mmatb: epilogue ⭐️ ☁️ // epilogue drabble for meet me at the bar // as it turns out, there is life after the bar exam.

the one where you cook your friend-slash-roommate, seokjin, dinner ⭐️☁️ // roommates au, friends to lovers au // in which seokjin may have feelings & also food poisoning. — request fill, 12/4/22

the one where seokjin stops being your friend-slash-roommate ⭐️☁️ // roommates au, friends to lovers au // in which seokjin says he loves you & you spit on him. — request fill, 12/18/22

the one with kim seokjin and kim seokjin ☁️ // established relationship au // in which seokjin has a surprise & you can’t get mad, okay? — 12/18/22

the one where seokjin is jealous ☁️ // established relationship au // in which seokjin is a wee bit possessive & jimin is a lawless flirt. — request fill, 12/18/22

the one where your husband, seokjin, is domestic af ☁️ // established relationship au // in which seokjin takes "laundry day" very seriously. — request fill, 12/25/22

the one with seokjin and his fishing partner ☁️🎙 // established relationship au, dad!jin au // in which seokjin finally finds a kim who enjoys fishing. — request fill, 12/30/22

the one with seokjin, soju, and all the stars in the sky ☁️ // established relationship au // in which seokjin is ripped, zipped, zooted, and madly in love. — request fill, 2/26/23

"feel the same" by the millennial club ☁️🎙 // doctor au, friends to lovers au // in which seokjin has sudden, acute lovesickness. — request fill, 1/11/23

the one with seokjin and the marathon ☁️📓 // friends to lovers au // in which seokjin has a lot of thoughts about rupaul's drag race & about you. — request fill, 4/8/23

the one with seokjin and without complaints ☁️📓 // fake dating au, friends to lovers au // in which you’re bad with directions and keeping secrets. — request fill, 5/11/23

"seven" by taylor swift 🌊🎙 // friends to strangers au // in which you can't recall seokjin's name but you've still got love for him. — request fill, 12/31/22

darksided series masterlist

foresight ⭐️☁️⚡️// (flashback) prequel to darksided & blindsided, strangers to lovers au // it all started with a bad joke and a bottle of tanqueray. — listen to the playlist.

darksided ⭐️⚡️ // established relationship au // min yoongi adored you. he'd simply never hurt you — unless you asked. — listen to the playlist.

blindsided ⭐️⚡️ // sequel to darksided, established relationship au // after years of dating, you thought you had min yoongi all figured out — you didn't, and when he flipped the script on you, you never saw it coming. — listen to the playlist.

hindsight 🌱⭐️☁️⚡️// sequel to blindsided, established relationship au // tba

the one where yoongi loves to tease his shy gf ☁️ // established relationship au // in which yoongi loves making you blush in public. — request fill, 12/16/22

the one with yoongi, the cat, and the turf war ☁️ // established relationship au // in which yoongi is jealous of your cat. — request fill, 2/27/23

the one with yoongi, netflix, and zero chill ☁️ // fuck buddies to ? au // in which yoongi has possessions & hobbies… the fuck? — 3/10/23

the one with the doughboy and the greaseball ☁️📓 // childhood friends to ? au, hallmark-esque au // in which someone returns to their hometown, and there are family businesses to run, and stuff. — request fill, 6/14/23

"can't remember to forget you" by shakira ft. rihanna ⚡️🎙️ // exes to… nope, still exes au // in which yoongi is the “best man” & the worst mistake. — request fill, 1/15/23

the one with yoongi and the fucking hydrangeas 🌊📓 // childhood friends to lovers au // in which the runaway bride runs straight to yoongi. — request fill, 4/8/23

interlude: sunrise ⭐️☁️ // darksided au, established relationship au // two years after your first night with min yoongi, you wake up next to him in a parisian hotel.

interlude: sundown ⭐️⚡️// darksided au, established relationship au // as it turns out, your boyfriend can take as much as he gives.

the one where yoongi takes care of you ⭐️☁️ // darksided au, established relationship au // in which you are sick, but yoongi is down bad. — request fill, 11/30/23

problem ⭐️ // darksided au, established relationship au, halloween special // yoongi’s got a problem, and she’s dressed like elvira hancock.

dadchwita vol. i ⭐️☁️ // darksided au, established relationship au // in which you & yoongi have three kids but no sleep. — request fill, 12/23/22

dadchwita vol. ii ⭐️☁️ // darksided au, established relationship au // in which yoongi learns to braid your daughter’s hair. — request fill, 1/2/23

“what sarah said” by death cab for cutie ⭐️🌊🎙️ // darksided au, established relationship au // in which yoongi keeps his vow. — request fill, 12/26/22

liar, liar ⚡️// fwb au // hoseok suspects that you’re “phoning it in” while sexting and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t call your bluff.

the one with hoseok and the teapots (tw: miscarriage implied) 🌊 // hurt/comfort, established relationship au // in which hoseok is fucking sorry, too. — request fill, 3/3/23

the one where hobi loves you - not despite, but regardless (tw: depression) 🌊 // hurt/comfort, established relationship au // in which "the chair" is no match for hoseok. — request fill, 12/6/22

the one where hoseok plays with fire 🌊⚡️📓 // star-crossed lovers au, rival gangs au // in which you are the secret that hoseok would die to keep. — request fill, 4/14/23

"only for a moment" by lola marsh 🌊🎙️ // friends with benefits au, unrequited love au // in which hoseok stays the night but not the morning. — request fill, 1/28/23

"we'll never have sex" by leith ross ☁️🎙️ // newly-established relationship au // in which hoseok kisses you just to kiss you, not to take you home. — request fill, 12/28/22

the one where hoseok comes home ☁️ // established relationship au, october 2024 au // in which love looks different every day, but hoseok never changes. — 4/17/23

the one with hoseok and the magic fingers ☁️📓 // co-workers to ? au // in which there is only one (1) bed. — request fill, 5/24/33

the one with hoseok and the palm reader ☁️📓 // university au, meet cute / strangers to ? au // in which hoseok’s fate line suggests that he’s unlucky, but your presence at this house party suggests otherwise. — request fill, 6/23/23

menace ⭐️ 🌊⚡️// fuck buddies who hate each other au, brother’s best friend au, completed // just because you hate him doesn’t mean you can’t fuck him.

"NFWMB" by hozier ⚡️🎙️ // established relationship au // in which jimin wants to be held by you, felled by you... — request fill, 12/8/22

the one with jimin and all that turbulence⚡️ // one-night flight stand au // in which jimin founds the metric equivalent of the mile high club. — request fill, 3/18/23

the one with the hall pass ⚡️ // established relationship au, threesome // in which you and your boyfriend, taehyung, both want to fuck his best friend. — request fill, 8/13/23

the one with the hall pass pt. ii ⭐️⚡️ // established relationship au, threesome // in which jimin just really loves his friends, okay? — request fill, 11/24/23

the one with jimin and the synonyms ☁️📓 // established relationship au // in which jimin is the king of mental health days. — request fill, 4/28/23

the one where you drunk dial jimin with approx. 5-7 feelings ☁️ // friends to lovers au, idiots in love au // in which jimin commits 43% of the seven deadly sins in one fell swoop. — request fill, 12/23/22

the one with jimin and the boomerang ☁️ // friends to lovers au // in which jimin ponders death, taxes, and other inevitable things. — request fill, 3/6/23

the one with the clownfish and the anemone ☁️📓 // fuck buddies to friends to lovers au // in which your relationship with jimin goes backwards. — request fill, 6/24/23

the one where your brother, jimin, believes you (tw: implied sexual assault) 🌊 // hurt/comfort, siblings au // in which jimin is there to listen if & when you want to talk. — request fill, 12/17/22

reckless serenade ⭐️⚡️ // sequel to “the bad thing” drabble, infidelity au // your husband hasn’t looked at you in months, but his co-worker, kim taehyung, can’t keep his eyes off you.

"the bad thing" by arctic monkeys ⭐️⚡️🎙️ // infidelity au // in which taehyung takes a big swing and your wedding ring. — request fill, 1/5/23

the one with the hall pass ⚡️ // established relationship au, threesome // in which you and your boyfriend, taehyung, both want to fuck his best friend. — request fill, 8/13/23

the one with the hall pass pt. ii ⭐️⚡️ // established relationship au, threesome // in which jimin just really loves his friends, okay? — request fill, 11/24/23

the one where taehyung buys you mandu and tampons during your period ☁️ // hurt/comfort, established relationship au // in which taehyung is not only a good boy, but the best boy. — request fill, 12/23/22

the one where taehyung skips a date to build your ikea furniture ☁️ // childhood friends to lovers au // in which taehyung sacrifices his friday night to the hasvik. — request fill, 1/25/23

the one with taehyung and the rook 🌊📓 // enemies to lovers au, chaebol au // in which taehyung plays the long game. — request fill, 5/4/23

the one with taehyung’s indecent proposal 📓☁️ ⚡️// fake relationship au, fuck buddies to ? au // in which taehyung would rather die than show up single to a class reunion. — request fill, 6/12/23

stay ☁️ ⚡️ // best friends to lovers au // “jungkook." his name was merely a sigh flying out of your lungs and through your parted lips. “if we do this — if we go down this road — how do we go back?”  — listen to the playlist.

title tbd 🌱🌊⚡️ // enemies to lovers au, post-nuclear apocalypse au (insp. by fallout series), raider!jk // tba

the one with jungkook, the weekender, and the impossibilities 🌊 // established relationship au // in which jungkook is bad at prioritizing & somehow even worse with words. — request fill, 3/18/23

the one with jungkook and the sharpshooter 🌊 📓 // enemies to lovers au, hurt/comfort, mafia au // in which you shoot first and plan later. — request fill, 4/22/23

the one where jungkook has to sleep on the couch 🌊 // established relationship au // in which jungkook finds a loophole in the most jungkook way possible. — request fill, 12/16/22

the one where jungkook thinks you’re perfect (tw: body image issues) ⭐️🌊 // hurt/comfort, established relationship au // in which jungkook is down bad. — request fill, 12/7/22

the one where he thinks you’re perfect (jjk pov) ⭐️🌊 // hurt/comfort, established relationship au // in which jungkook is down incurably bad. — request fill, 12/27/22

"hey old friend" by dearly somber 🌊🎙️ // best friends to strangers au, missed connection au // in which the hotline, to your knowledge, did not bling. — request fill, 1/27/23

the one where jungkook gives you a tattoo ☁️ // strangers to ? au // in which jungkook thinks ghosts should mind their own damn business. — request fill, 2/26/23

the one with jungkook and terpsichore ☁️ // established relationship au // in which jungkook watches you pole dance & goes mildly-to-moderately feral. — request fill, 3/15/23

the one who bites and the one who doesn’t ☁️ // newly-established relationship au // in which you face the final boss: jeon bam. — request fill, 3/13/23

the one with jungkook, his son, and the lightbulb ☁️ // established relationship au, dad!kook au // in which jungkook wants to be the very best (dad), like no one ever was. — request fill, 1/16/23

the one where jungkook is the world's clingiest/softest bf ☁️ // established relationship au // in which jungkook fashions himself into a weighted blanket. — request fill, 12/3/22

"more than you know" by axewell /\ ingrosso ☁️ // established relationship au // in which jungk— is that a boombox? in the year of our lord, 2023? seriously? — request fill, 1/28/23

the one where jungkook isn’t dreaming ⭐️ ☁️ // stay au, friends to lovers au, morning after au // in which jungkook has pinched himself, like, four (4) times already. — request fill, 12/30/22

[minwonaucollections]

[48] REDAMANCY

mahuiwaga, kwondiman

Twins Miguel and Mikael admire the same person & later found out that he also has a twin—magpaparaya ba ang isa o tadhana na mismo ang maglalaan ng tamang tao para sa kanila?

Will they receive the same love, or a chance of unrequited love?

Panels: 1210 + epilogue + specials + snippets

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[ilguna]

Redamancy - Epilogue (f.o)

summary: it’s time to forgive and repair.

warnings; swearing.

wc; 1.3k

NOTES; I give reader a last name to fit the world.

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There’s a certain sensation of satisfaction that goes through you while watching your brothers and sister dance together. How they’ll jump, and twirl, and light up when the music changes to one that they’re particularly good at dancing to. It’s good to see them so carefree. For once, the weight seems to have lifted off their shoulders. 

You smile to yourself.

You’ve spent months preparing for today, picking out flowers, tasting different cakes you might like, choosing a venue and how the decoration will be. Not to mention all the rehearsals, like the dancing and walking down the aisle. And it’s all finally paid off. The stress of planning a wedding is completely gone, you’ll never have to do this again, because you and Finnick agreed on forever.

He’s officially yours, whether he likes it or not. 

You watch as Reed offers his hand to Alyssum to take, so that he can twirl her and dance in a circle. Before she can take the offer, Mox sweeps in and places his hand in Reed’s. For a moment, Reed’s face twists, but soon they’re laughing loudly. Mox gets twirled, and they dance to the traditional music in District Four. As soon as their turn is over, they invite Alyssum in, where she’s practically thrown around. 

Her giggles make your heart flutter. Alyssum’s face turns a light shade of red, trying to keep on her feet. Everyone turns the other direction, and she seems to pick up the beat better. During the dance lessons, she had picked it up a lot easier than your brothers had. With practice, they got better, but Alyssum was naturally good at following the complicated steps.

Surrounding them are all of your friends from District Four. Annie and Mags are together with Anchor, in their own little circle. They might not be perfect, but they’re definitely making the most of what they know. Sometimes Mags will pause and hold onto Anchor from how hard she’s laughing, wrinkles appearing in the corner of her eyes.

Naida and all of her kids are here. Calandra stands off to the side with Amon and Naida--her parents--watching as Caspian tries to entertain his younger brothers. They want to dance, and then they want to play tag, and then they want to sit down and have more cake. It’s hard to keep track of them, since there’s three of them, and only one of him.

And the rest of the people at your wedding are loose friends known from high school, people like Mayor Burrula and his twin sons, or formalities. Naturally, you had to invite Luther and Scotch. Miraculously, they both decided to show up together, Scotch looks like he’s having fun, even if he’s spent most of his time sitting with Luther.

You play with a pure white napkin in your hand, folding it into a numerous amount of shapes while watching everyone. Somehow, it’s more exciting sitting off to the side, seeing the reactions of friends and family. Instead of actually partaking in the memory-making. You think that you’ve contributed to it enough today, considering that you’re the one that got married.

And almost like he can read your mind, Finnick shows up. He’s missing his suit jacket, you can imagine that he decided to throw it over the back of a chair because of how hot it is tonight. You were smart and laid out a separate dress, one shorter and not long-sleeved for the banquet. You knew that it would be hot tonight, and you didn’t want to spend the entire night fanning yourself.

He’s got his sleeves bunched up at his elbows, a button undone at the top, and a few curls out of place. There’s a giddy smile on his face as he comes closer. In his hands is the rose pink wine bottle that President Snow sent you two. You’re not sure how it happened, but word traveled to him, and he sent the bottle as a congratulations. 

“You look like you’re having fun.” Finnick jokes, pulling out a chair and sitting in front of you. He shoves the cork remover into the wood, twisting it a few times before he pulls it out. 

There’s two empty glasses that he pours the wine into. It comes out a pink color, too. When you lift it to your nose to smell, it’s sugary. Almost reminds you of the Ritchson Sibling’s drink at The Victory Speech. You and Finnick clink your glasses together before taking a small sip. The wine is almost irresistible, easy to drink the entire thing when it’s so sweet.

“I am, I promise,” you tell him, “I just like watching them like this.”

Finnick looks over his shoulder slightly to see what’s happening now. The group has opened up wider, allowing Caspian and the three boys to dance with them. It’s more chaotic than it was before, with the boys trying to keep up with the others. Still, they all seem to be having fun.

“It’s probably a relief, huh?” Finnick looks back at you.

You give him a warm smile, “Yeah, for all of us, I think. They don’t have to worry about me anymore. I have you, I’m going to be okay.” you pause for a second, “Alyssum on the other hand…”

Alyssum’s the next to worry over, and it’s only getting more the closer she gets to eligibility. Just a few more years and she can go into the Hunger Games. She’s already doing well inside of the boarding school, but you’re worried that you’re going too slow. And then you worry about her childhood and whether or not you’re going too fast.

You can’t win at this. You want her to be prepared, you don’t want her to live her life in fear and preparation for something that may never happen. Although, you never saw your reaping coming. You thought that you had gone through enough in your life, and you were still chosen.

“It’s going to be like this forever.” Finnick says, “Reapings, mentoring, coming home. Until the both of us have someone to replace us.”

“It’s going to be a while.” you tell him.

“I know. Doesn’t mean I can’t look forward to it. There’s a lot that I can’t wait for.” Finnick takes a sip of his wine.

“Like what?” You ask, eyebrows drawing in slightly.

“Too many to name.” Finnick waves it off, “I’ll forget some.”

“I guess you should start a list, then?”

It’s a joke, but Finnick sits there and thinks about it for a second, “Sure.”

You open your mouth, and then close it. Finnick reaches over towards one of the wedding notepads on the table. At the top has both of your names, as if someone will try and take one of these and bring them home as a souvenir. The only real reason you bought little things like this is because you have a lot of money that’s built up, despite using a good portion of it towards the boarding school.

Finnick picks up a black pen, and then writes at the top, ‘The Forever List’.

He doesn’t hesitate to get started.

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The Forever List.

1. Marry the love of my life.

2. Be there for her.

3. Attend her family’s weddings.

4. Have kids.

5. One boy/one girl.

7. Watch them grow.

8. None of them get reaped.

9. See them get married.

10. Have grandchildren.

11. Grow old with the love of my life.

--

“Looks like you can cross one of them off.” you place your finger on the first one.

“Looks like you’re right.” Finnick gives you a cheeky grin.

He doesn’t cross it off, instead he stars it and off to the right, places today’s date. You stare at it for a couple of seconds. They’re all long-term goals, obviously. And some of them are vague, like ‘Be there for her’, since there’s no set time when that’ll happen. You guess he could star it when something hard happens between you two. Other than that, you’re not entirely sure.

Finnick then folds the paper into a small, neat square. He stands from where he was sitting, and holds out his hand towards you, “One more dance, Missus Odair?”

You give him a grin, taking his hand, “Don’t mind if I do, Mister Gallows.”

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REDAMANCY IS PART 2 OF A TRILOGY //MASTERLIST//

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[ggukkiereads]

Hewwooo!!! Do you have any fic recs where the boy is the piner one? and oblivious!oc or something like that... it's always the other way around 😣😣 thank you so much!

🌷 Hello anon! These are what I remember.. Strangely most of them are part of my #holygrailfics which I marked with a carrot 🥕 But, everything is a must read 🥰

UNREQUITED LOVE AUs - Member!Pining

💔 Most of the stories will eventually achieve redamancy. There are just few fics here where it’s unrequited all throughout

Re: Untitled @to-star-lake - Jungkook  🥕

↳ Arranged Marriage, Childhood Acquaintances, Enemies to Lovers, CEO/Executives, Angst, Smut, Fluff [4/4][

This is really one of my favorite discoveries 🥰 At that time there wasn’t much info or even comments on the fic so if you’re not as daring to try fics out, it’s easy to assume it’ll be just a regular story. But I'm glad my curiousity won because this is such a gem. It was painful and lovely unpacking all the discoveries in their relationship (or lack of) per chapter 🥰. I swear the plot “twists” per episode made the fic extra memorable.

Frost Impressions @fortunexkookie - Jungkook 🥕

↳  Teacher AU, Gamer AU, Simultaneous (One-Sided) Enemies to Lovers,  Best Friends to Lovers, Idiots to Lovers AU, Humor, Tooth-rotting Fluff, Smut, Heavy Pining, Slight Angst [one shot]

ugh this just puts a smile on my face every time I remember this. I was just thinking about this Jungkook the other day. OC is oblivious because, well, they have this E2L thing going on. Plus he didn’t exactly give a great FIRST IMPRESSION. So many AUs thrown in but author was able to squeeze it all and produce this masterpiece. It’s just a feel-good fic 🥰

Love So Shallow @jimlingss - Taehyung 🥕

↳ Best Friend AU, College AU, eventual Roommate AU, eventual Pining [3/3]

also one of the best written OCs in fic land. Please read this gem. I still gush over how their relationship developed and you’ll see how the “pining” develops too. It’s a great Love Yourself theme too!

Paper Cranes @aquaminwrites - Taehyung  🥕

↳ Slice of Life, Childhood Friends, Best Friend AU, College [one shot]

Ugh my heart ached for this Taehyung. I don’t know why I feel bad for him (I mean, it wasn’t as if he was to be pitied) but the way author wrote his story is guaranteed to pull at your heartstrings. 

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The Key to My Drawer @jjungkookislife - Taehyung  🥰

↳ Best Friend AU, Childhood Friends, Epistolary (letter form, some parts), Angst, Smut [12/12]

I was just thinking about this the other day because we’re just waiting for the last chapter/epilogue and then I saw the notif on ao3 that it got updated. What do you do when you get hold of a key to a drawer and discover unsent letters from your best friend? All addressed to you?  It’s such a creative way to tell a story and I enjoyed this very much 🥰

(please access the rest of the chapters through the author’s masterlist)

Please Be Naked @floralseokjin  - Yoongi 🥕

↳ Rebound AU, OC is Namjoon’s Ex, Namjoon is Yoongi’s ex-friend [8/8]

“you were still a little unsure why he and your ex....had bad blood.” of course we all want to tell OC why!  Seriously, this is a classic if you haven’t read this yet.  Yoongi’s just top-tier in this. Unforgettable characterization. Even if you are not into Yoongi fics, this is a must read for bts fics in general. The angst/smut is just 👌; then read the drabbles for the fluffy future

One Thing Right by hobios - Jungkook  🥕

↳   Arranged Marriage AU, Fake Marriage AU, Childhood Friends AU, Enemies to Lovers, Police Office AU, slow burn [8/8]

So I am adding this to every fic rec list because like RE: Untitled, there’s a lot of discoveries in this fic. It’s always a question why Sheriff Jeon will agree to a marriage of convenience (I mean he’s committing fraud in a way). So it’s wonderful to discover a lot things about their story since they had a falling out.

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Roses, Poetry, and Jeon @seraphimguks - Jungkook ⭐☕💌

↳ bookstore au, enemies to lovers-ish?, fluff, slight angst [one shot]

This is just so beautiful and it is like curling up by the window on a rainy day with a warm hot chocolate. I think in my review I said the shift to Jungkook’s POV is like seeing poetry in action. Must read and instantly a favorite of mine

Tinder 2.0 @tayegi - Jungkook 🥕 🔥

↳ sex app/room, Coworker, Enemies to Lovers, Crack, Smut [one shot]

This is kind of different from the rest of this list because it’s more crack and smuttier. The pining is not as intense but it’s there. Please give this a read too. 

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Fluff and Smut @jinggabitch  - Jungkook 

↳ smut, porn star JK, OC is a fluffer, one-sided pining [drabble]

Porn star JK is in love with his fluffer. - I remember reading this months ago and I found it so cute. Though it’s just a drabble, which means the story didn’t continue on, I got invested in this JK and hoped he gets what he wants.

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Bad Influence Collection @noteguk - Jungkook  ⭐🔥

↳ FWB AU, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies with Benefits, College, Bad Boy AU, Smut [4/?]

please click the link to the masterpost so you’ll access the very first story. Maybe it didn’t start out pining at first but the recent chapters we see Jungkook getting so affected over OC (it’s mutual but I feel at this point its more JK trying so hard not to show heart eyes 😍). Ugh, the joy I feel whenever this gets updated. Still ongoing but better start on this since some chapters are over 10k+ wc.

Hot Enough @soft-sarcasm - Yoongi  ⭐🔥

↳ College AU, Fuckboy AU, FWB AU, Yoongi caught feelings (kind of Unrequited AU), Smut, Angst [one shot]

I’ve read years this years ago and when I decided to officially have a blog, it took me months to find this. It’s just memorable because usually it’s the female catching feelings in a friends-with-benefits scenario. But here, OC actually rejected him (that’s the start of the story). Please read and find out what happens next. 

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First Love @jungnoir - Yoongi 

↳ bestfriend au, OC about to get married 

so this is sad at first because it’s only hours away from her wedding but read until the end 😍

Not Yet + Almost  @bratkook - Jungkook

↳ neighbor AU, kinda fake boyfriend (on the spot) to annoy OC’s Ex [2/?]

ahh this is cute. I shouldn’t be smiling at Jungkook’s pain but it was just so cute. It’s more of mutual pining though. The first drabble is more on JK’s while Almost we get to see OC’s thoughts. So, I guess in the third???

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Pining 101 @guklvr - Jungkook 

↳ hospital au, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, humor, fluff [drabble series] 

a collection of drabbles based on pediatricsurgeon!jk dealing with his crush on generalsurgeon!reader. Read if you’re looking for something light and humorous. 

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Sidekick @bananagukkie - Jungkook 

↳  superhero au, best friend au, fluff [one shot]

You didn’t realize that your best friend was in love with you or the fact that he was Busan’s “newest” hero.

Lifting the Veil @/fortunekookie - Jungkook 😭

↳ real unrequited love/pining, friends to lovers, smut, angst [one shot] 

so yeah I guess read this first because it sure is angsty then read other fluffy fics (like Pining 101 or Frost Impressions)

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Requiem @cinnaminsvga - Jungkook 

↳ pretend confession!au, angst [drabble]

Jeon Jungkook loves you. You love someone else. He lets you say “I love you” to him, if only so that he gets to hear it once in his life. - so yeah, let’s cry about it  😭

Unveil @nijoonie - Jimin 

↳ Arranged Marriage, Childhood Friends to Lovers

angsty tones in the beginning. Jimin is such a dear 🥺

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Best of Me @/floralseokjin - Jimin

↳ Best Friend AU, OC just got heartbroken, angst

ugh just angst all over. The ending is hopeful but still sad?

Piece by Piece @underthejoon - Seokjin x Reader x Hoseok ⭐

↳ bestfriend au, fwb au, love triange, a collection of drabbles where your love life is muddied up by two men – the one you love and the one that loves you. Smut, Angst [drabble series]

if you are not into love triangles, I think this will, well not change your mind because some people strongly dislike love triangle themes, but it’ll make the LT themes bearable. The writing is just beautiful and actually I’ve reblogged this for Hobiuary Day (one day I was on Hobi lockdown just reblogging purely favorite Hoseok fics) but I haven’t written a review or reaction yet. Read and explore their relationship dynamics 😭🥰

🌷  so, I don’ recall a Namjoon fic where he’s the one pining (usually it’s the OC). 

I had a great time recalling scenes from each fic (and what made the pining so angsty) 🥰. So, please enjoy!

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Intro and masterlist

✨about me ✨

this is a mature blog, I trust all minors to be responsible and avoid everything marked NSFW!

NSFW sideblog: @pervstash-spencer

Hi! my name is emily, I'm 23 she/they

Capricorn, bisexual, non-binary, autistic, and I have fibromyalgia ✌🏻 overall just a fun time y'know.

ao3

i love: supernatural, star trek, marvel movies, criminal minds, this is us and grey's anatomy !!

Accepting requests for Spencer Reid x Reader fics currently

all my tags are listed below if you want to see other posts about said fics, also here is my Spotify for the fics <3

Dad!spencer Masterlist

First times Masterlist**

all links to my fics below the cut!

Updated: July 28th, 2021

** for smut

~~ for angst

Spencer Reid x Reader fics

Hypothetically**~ Ao3 | Tumblr -- 27 chapters, complete. 89k

reader and Spencer were friends in kindergarten, she watched him grow up and explore the world while she was still trying to catch up to him. now that they work together, they fall in love incredibly fast.

friends to lovers, case of the week style story

touch me**~ Ao3 | Tumblr 5.8k

Spencer is incredibly touch-starved and hard on himself since coming home from prison. Luckily, the medical examiner in this small town is really good at reading people, and exactly what he needs.

amethyst you so much P1 Ao3 | Tumblr 6.4k

Spencer has had a crush on Y/N since she started working at the bau. She only ever works the night shift after a case, handling all the aftermath gracefully. one night, Spencer stays back and they strike up a conversation about rocks, causing their feelings to dig a little deeper.

of quartz i will P2** Ao3 | Tumblr 6K

after 2 years of dating, Spencer decides it's finally time to get Y/N something to match her Amethyst bracelet.

Amoreena**~ Ao3 | Tumblr Completed 83k

Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Seven* Tumblr WIP

Summary: Spencer’s been married to Y/N for 7 years now, they have 7 children together and each one is going through something different. Spencer’s always wanted to be the best dad, now he gets to figure out how to be.

the guy at the rock show Ao3 | Tumblr 5.6K

Y/N lost their parents when they were 17, finding a new home and solace in Penelope Garcia and taking the Garcia name. They're the top forensic specialist in D.C, in a band and they drive a motorcycle... not to mention they are madly in love with the cute doctor who works with their sister.

journey to Camelot** Ao3 | Tumblr 3.8K

When Penelope introduces Spencer to online games, he expects to be spending his nights alone. Yet, somehow every time he comes back from a bad case, he logs on to chat with the ever so lovely user FairlyGwen and getting a lot more than just a helpful tip from her.

Exploration** Ao3 | Tumblr 4.7K

request: season1/2 spencer walking in on reader while she's watching porn in their shared hotel room

Expedition** Tumblr 1.2K

Summary: there's a first time for everything... including joining the mile high club with your boyfriend on the work jet.

10 Days Ao3 | Tumblr 1.4K

it's spencer's first father's day and he's extremely emotional about the little love of his life that he's only just met. he spends the day with his baby, Edwin, and his wife, crying and happy about how wonderful new little lives are.

ain't it fun?** Ao3 | Tumblr Masterlist 11K

reader just needs an NA meeting before they have a meltdown, they end up with the best friend they could ever make.

I'm not kidding!** Tumblr 6K

Spencer keeps getting little notes from a secret admirer, they're nice and sweet at first as they tease him with their crush until she's sending him notes about all the dirty things she wants to do to him

Perfect Timing** Tumblr 1K

spencer and reader have been spending the last month together in the same hotel room during a pretty brutal case. tension has been rising and she's completely in love with him.

what happens when they both think the other won't be back for a while and they want to shower?

Redamancy** Tumblr 5.4K

the co-op librarian at the FBI Academy has been secretly crushing on the smartest agent in the Bureau, TA, Doctor Spencer Reid, and he's been crushing on her too.

Being Neighbourly** Tumblr 1.9K

Request: reader is Spencers neighbour and she can hear him masturbating every night that he's home how do you have her deal with that?

Professional Hair Dresser (Ph.D)** Tumblr 6.4K

summary: after Spencer's knee injury, he starts visiting a salon every week to get his hair washed

36 Questions to Fall in Love Tumblr 8K

Summary: When Derek bets Spencer that he cant make someone fall in love with him in a week, he doesn’t expect Spencer to marry the girl the next day

New Romantics** Tumblr 23k

Summary: She needs help studying for her Case Exercises at the Academy, He needs a date for the annual Banquet... they just so happen to be neighbours who aren't afraid to lend a helping hand, or in this case, a helping kiss.

Million Dollar Man** | Tumblr WIP 5k so far

summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Sugar, Honey, Ice Tea** | Y/N version | 1-4, 5-9, Epilogue 25.6k

Summary: Fix-it-fic: Dr. Y/L/N and Savannah Hayes have been best friends since their medical internship at Bethesda General. When she receives a frantic call that Derek's best friend is being transferred to the prison she works at, an unlikely friendship bubbles.

Eventually falling head over heels for the innocent man.

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Prison, Prison Violence, Assault, Blood, Depression, Murder, Self-Hatred, Hurt Spencer Reid, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Drug Addiction, References to Drugs, Drug Use, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Romantic Tension, Forbidden Love, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Strangers to Lovers, Requited Love, Falling In Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, past abusive relationship, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault

Spencer x Ethan

Ruin it.** Tumblr 5.4K

Summary: Spencer never had sleepovers as a kid, so now that he's an adult he's always sleeping over at Ethan's house, ad he'll take any excuse to crawl into bed beside him.

Warnings: mutual pining, love concessions, blowjobs, handjobs, anal sex (both top and bottom spencer in this), childhood friends to lovers

400 Celebration fics

Reid Me Tumblr 2.5K

Spencer has noticed a beautiful woman at a spirituality booth at the farmers market every Saturday for almost a whole year now. he finally asks her to give him a reading.

mystery of love Tumblr 700

Spencer surprises his wife with a trip to Italy.

Spy Kids Tumblr 900

Spencer and Y/N's kids think that they are secretly spies and request a mission story before bed.

a father's greatest weakness Tumblr 1K

Princess Y/N is betrothed to the Viking king in an effort by her father to keep the peace between their countries, he doesn't expect her to join in the fight to free Scottland.

Luke x Reader

Best Dad Ever 2.8K

Request: angst with a happy ending, reader and luke have been divorced for a few years but have a child, she tries and tries to fall out of love with him but he's around so often that she can't

Spencer x OC

Sugar Honey Ice Tea** Ao3 | WIP 9/10 chapters complete 25.6K

Fix-it-fic: Dr. Beth Pattinson and Savannah Hayes have been best friends since their medical internship at Bethesda General. When she receives a frantic call that Derek's best friend is being transferred to the prison she works at, an unlikely friendship bubbles.

Eventually falling head over heels for the innocent man.

Intro to Criminal Minds: Why They Did It Ao3 | Tumblr WIP 6K+

Spencer is teaching a 7-week seminar on the most interesting criminal cases, explaining their actions to understand why they took place. Only, not everyone in the audience is a student.

Criminal Minds x Mindhunter AU

Spencer x OC Peggy Carr

Franklin x Reader

Voulez-Vouz** | 3.2k

Summary: in a small town, everyone knows each other… or at least they think they do.

Warnings: porn with plot, smut, Dom reader, Sub!Perv!franklin, making out, teasing, face sitting, oral (female and male), hand jobs, overstimulation, prostate message, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, let me know if I forgot anything.

Chip x Reader

forever is the sweetest con** | 6.2K

Summary: Reader’s dad is a carpenter; sometimes he takes on apprentices and sometimes, if they’re lucky, they get his daughter’s number at the end of their training. Chip Taylor, however, hits the jackpot when her father invites him over for one of her homecooked meals.

Warnings: reader’s mom passed away, mentions of parental death, strangers to lovers, random acts of kindness, mutual pining, falling in love, steamy make-outs, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, sub!chip, food mentions, praise, love confessions.

Raymond x Reader

Alone Together ** | 2.4K

Summary: Raymond moves into a haunted house and ends up sleeping with the ghost who lives there... only he doesn't know that when you fuck a ghost you also become one.

Warnings: details of suicide and murder, blowjobs, pegging, bottom!raymond, top!reader, becoming a ghost, major character death.

Star Trek Masterlist

Star Wars fix it fic

Supernatural masterlist

thanks for all the love, as always,

-Emily <3

[escapewriter]

REDAMANCY

⤷ your best friend was lucky enough to have two boys pining after her. you on the other hand were unlucky enough to be in love with one of them.

redamancy : (n.) the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full

pairing : dancer!??? x art student!fem reader

genre : smau, college au, slice of life au, fluff, humor, romance, i aint gonna lie there be a lot of angst😳 but it be covered with like kwan and chans chaos.

warnings : swearing, theres some harsh words in a few chapters

status : completed

started : 10/25/20

ended : 12/16/20

updates : monday’s + friday’s + sunday’s

a/n : welcome to my 4th smau! had this ready for like a month so the time has finally come! this bouta be a roller coaster, i can feel it.

if anyone wants to be on the taglist, just send me an ask or dm and ill add you on :)

svt smau masterlist || main masterlist

-> teaser

-> intro - profiles (yn)

-> intro 2 - profiles (jun)

-> intro 3 - profiles (minghao)

-> part 1 - why are you guys spamming?

-> part 2 - $6.19

-> part 3 - wait i had a crappy day

-> part 4 - coffee shop

-> part 5 - if it means anything (written)

-> part 6 - no one cares

-> part 7 - okay jeffery dahmer

-> part 8 - im never kidding (some written)

-> part 9 - my new friend (some written)

-> part 10 - booseoksoon in da house

-> part 11 - in this booseoksoon shit for life

-> part 12 - you read too little

-> part 13 - #noregrets

-> part 14 - holy shit

-> part 15 - not really but keep going

-> part 16 - cranky about seokmin

-> part 17 - peachy

-> part 18 - i cant believe it

-> part 19 - ayo losers

-> part 20 - way ahead of ya

-> part 21 - PINKY SWEAR

-> part 22 - well shiver me timbers

-> part 23 - i have some, news

-> part 24 - we’re good at keeping secrets

-> part 25 - I DID SOMETHING

-> part 26 - you’re kidding

-> part 27 - seungkwan or chan

-> part 28 - doubts

-> part 29 - do you not know?

-> part 30 - messy

-> part 31 - throw it away

-> part 32 - wwwd

-> part 33 - my book worm

-> part 34 - 3:30!!!

-> part 35 - figure it out

-> part 36 - the festival (written)

-> part 37 - evil laughing

-> part 38 - apology

-> part 39 - you’re the best

-> part 40 - that’s cheesy

-> part 41 - my one and only

-> part 42 - strawberry fiasco

-> part 43 - seokmin is breaking into my home

-> part 44 - my new family

-> part 45 - the color what?

-> part 46 - drive slowly

-> part 47 - sorry to bother (written)

-> part 48 - i love you

-> part 49 - epilogue : the next year

- the end

[amymel86]

How many fics exactly are you working on?

I’m not asking to put you on the spot or be nosy, I just want to know how much better my 2021 will be looking forward to your great writing

Lol, anon - when I first started reading your ask I thought you were someome come to rag on me for starting so many wips - I’m glad that you’re not because as much as it pisses ppl off that I never finish anything, I enjoy starting new ideas so fuck ‘em lmao

And thank you! I needed that little boost tbh so I appreciate it!

Ok, so...

I’m gonna finish my sperm donor fic Redamancy (which - to me - sounds INSANE... it’s a 100k+ fic and *I’m* gonna actually *finish* it?? MEEE??) but yeah - there’s only the epilogue to go so I’m kinda determined.

The last couple of days I’ve been concentrating on drabbles for the upcoming event. I hadn’t planned on doing it but so far all my drabbles link up as a larger fic so I’ll post them as a series. It’s a canon divergent au where Catelyn lives, Jon’s kinda snappy and Sansa can see the future in her dreams.

My confused dystopian soldier Jon series, The Outside is definitely one that I’d like to continue.

Among the many, many (MANY) unfinished fics I have already posted on AO3, the turn-of-the-century circus fic that I’m joint writing with @vivilove-jonsa, A Tightrope Between the Stars is the one that I’d like to focus on. We’ve got a few chapters already written and not yet posted but I think we’ll finish it before we resume posting. Besides, if we don’t finish it, Vivi may kill me for ruining her track record lmao!

So among these (and a few other already posted wips that still pique my interest), I’m also working on a personal challenge - to do an A-Z of one shots. I already have a few of them written and I don’t want to begin to post until I have them all. So far, these include a priest!jon au, a victorian au, a modern au costume party, a good old canon divergent where our otp keep telling themselves that the naughty things they get up to aren’t *that* bad, the modern a/b/o, a dark wolfie Jon au, the sugar daddy au, the fertility matching weird slightly dystopian au, a prison au, a panic attack au, a hands kink au and an amnesia au (plus a few more that are no more that a couple of words worth of notes in my phone at the moment) The big issue is - I keep getting sucked into the story and get the feeling that a good handful of these will be multichaps :/

Lord knows if I will be able to actually do this stupid challenge I’ve set myself??? But as much as I am keen to share, I’m not putting a deadline on it either. Who knows, one day I might just dump 26 fics on AO3 all at once?? lmao

Anyway - thanks for the ask and giving me the opportunity to gab about my upcoming writing, anon!

[mysticaldivine-whimsical]

♠ Redamancy ♠ - Epilogue (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/662245059-%E2%99%A0-redamancy-%E2%99%A0-epilogue?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=MysticaldivineF&wp_originator=uwyWFuxj%2FCnnkPiA2YM2BFEeRjSQ5dKer%2BH6Y9qJhGWtkYMjt6OUINCgFPdfeU43TcU3%2BD2t7LO%2FQPdwXnzaErtZZJyUHieZEj6qIC69jVx%2FHVYN5Qt2lm%2Bm6E1e%2FgJe RANK: Wattys2019 #1 in Corporate out of 3K in Feb/March/June/August 2019...Feb/Mar /April/May/June/July/Aug2020/ Apr 2021 #1 in Starcrossed out of 2.4K / June/July/August 2019 #1 in Iss Pyar ko kya Naam doon Nov 2018/ March 2019 #42 in short stories out of 186K March/July/Aug 2019 #10 in Random out of 327K stories July/August 2019 He opened his soul to a girl who he pushed away just for her own good, Just for her own safety. But he had no idea she was carrying a dark past herself, a past which was her nightmare. Unknowingly, he pushed her back in that darkness again. After fighting his own dreadful past and this demonic world, he did everything to bring her back to him but at her own consent by love and care. His love had no end for her. A true protector, a true savior, a passionate lover he was. With a quench for pure love, she finally found that purity in him. But How will He be proved himself a worthy of her again? How will they come out of the shadow of the horrific past to move forward? ~~to find the answers...Read Redamancy~~ "Redamancy, A love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you with the same intensity...." Redamancy (c)@Mysticaldivine @2015 Copyrighted.com Registered & Protected IQXQ-RUSY-ZSEZ-Y0VV

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Master Post

My Master Post for Sanders Sides fanfiction! These are arranged chronologically from newest to oldest, measured by the date they were completed and uploaded in full, so that will reflect the quality here. (there’s a ton more under the cut btw).

Fast Friends - ao3... (15k Remus-centric intruality, lopsided enemies to friends to lovers, humor and a bit of angst with a happy ending. tw; emetophobes beware!) Patton doesn't like Remus, until one day, he does! Well, Remus isn't buying it. So Remus is not about to be friends with him just because he wants to (no matter how much it maybe, kind of wouldn't mind that).

I’m Not Sorry - ao3... (6k remus-centric intrulogical. continuation of Did You Miss Me. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.)  Remus just wanted to get home safe to his wonderful, loving boyfriend. If some greaseball guy thinks he can screw that up, then Remus is perfectly willing to let the night take a turn for the vengeful.

Redamancy - ao3... (5k romantic prinxiety, fluffy friends to lovers with a smidgen of misunderstanding.) Virgil is undoubtedly excited about Nico. The thing is, that’s not the only person he’s excited about. 

Did You Miss Me? - ao3... (13k romantic intrulogical, unhealthy relationship and mutual stalking treated light-heartedly. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat). Logan and Remus haven’t spoken in years. But that doesn’t stop them from keeping up with each other, through... various means. 

The Down (and up)-side of Individual Expression - ao3... (8k romantic logince, angst w/ a happy ending, prosey and dealing w/ some kinda touchy subject matter vis a vis body image). As the sides have taken on vastly differing appearances over the years, Roman and Logan find themselves incredibly attracted in body and mind to each other. The issue is, Logan still has some trouble believing it.

Tree Bark and Fresh Fruit - ao3... (Fusion AU part six! romantic royality fusion returns for some prose and a lil bit of h/c). Patron doesn't come around often, getting lost in the excitement of Patton and Roman's new romantic relationship- so when she gets a shot to exist again, he's determined to make the most of it by figuring out just what the heck he's supposed to be. 

Bitter Licorice and Bright-Blue Bubblegum - ao3... (Fusion AU part five! analogical fusion is back!)  Logan and Virgil end up fusing much more regularly, much to Livril's satisfaction at getting to exist, and virtually every other side's chagrin at having to put up with them. Everyone, it seems, but Patton.

Scary Monsters and Family Bonds - ao3... (Fusion AU part four! Platonic anxceitmus with romantic dukeceit, short and mostly meaningless.) Rennet, freshly born like five seconds ago, is desperate to find some people to bother and/or amaze. But instead, Rennet finds an attachment that nobody quite expected to be so intense, but hey, it's not complaining, and neither is Virgil. 

Acceptable Behavior - ao3... Remus is surprisingly concerned about his boyfriend's boundaries. (short & sweet intruality drabble. p/ much just cuddling)

On Truth and Untruth - ao3... Janus is allowed to participate in the group, and that is more than enough for them. Not too bad of a change up, really, and they aren't going to complain about it any time soon. Patton, however, insists on throwing a wrench into their system- their perfectly functioning, if maybe hypothetically a bit lonely, system. (28k word janus-centric romantic moceit and platonic dlampr, lots of angst and lots of yearning, with a happy ending. something of a character study.)

I Taste Honey but I Haven’t Seen the Hive - Chap.1, Chap.2, Chap.3, Chap.4, Chap.5, Chap.6, Chap.7, Chap.8, Chap.9 - ao3... (Finished!) Patton doesn't think of himself as misunderstood. More accurately, he's not very good at explaining himself. Remus explains himself perfectly well, succinct, confident. People are just bad at listening. Patton is lonely. He'd never say it out loud. No one knows. Remus is lonely. He says it in everything he does. No one knows. They're similar. They're different as can be. Contradictory, maybe; complimentary, definitely. They could be good for each other- they just need to explain it right. (hurt/comfort, eventual queer-platonic intruality, a healthy amount of angst).

Sharp Spikes and Glamour - ao3... (part three of my Fusion AU! a little angstier and racier than the others, but that’s thanks to the dukeceit dynamic, and its nothing too bad). Now, just a month ago, Remus could very confidently say that his and Janus’ relationship was perfect. And it still was, really, but that was before Roman and Patton had pulled some cartoon fusion bullshit that exactly no one had known was possible. There was no question. Remus was going to learn to do that.

Squishy, Precious Lil’ Baby! - ao3...  Very short, platonic intruality fluff. Remus turns into a rat for a scare, but Patton is very unafraid of him in the new form.

Black Cloth and Star Systems - ao3...   (Almost 4k fluff, part two of my Fusion AU! Very heavy on the descriptions, and also the Love that these two Have.) After Patton and Roman fuse, Logan can't help but feel desperately curious about this new discovery, and the possibilities of fusion between sides. But, his interest is a little more personal than he could stand to admit... Because what if- what if he could try it, too?

more under the cut

Flare Up - ao3... Human au drabble. Romantic sleepxiety. They are soft and in the rain.

Soft Walls and Roses - ao3... (Part one of my Fusion AU! Fluffy, sweet, and prose-y. Abt 3k.) On a nice, cheery day, Roman and Patton get a little lost in a dance <3.

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redamancy (knj)

redamancy (n): a love returned in full

Kim Namjoon wasn't known for making wise decisions. He acted first and, on rare occasions, he asked questions later. The path he'd taken so far was left broken behind him, but the light at the end of that tunnel sure looked a hell of a lot like you.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader Type: One-Shot - sequel to lacuna Word Count: 5.5K Content: Established relationship AU; fluff but some angsty bits, i guess?; pov switches; smut (18+ - MINORS DNI) p in v pentration, shower sex, unprotected sex, multiple callbacks to lacuna, and a gratuitous cameo. A/N: Please read "lacuna" before proceeding! This is a sequel/epilogue, so the context is important. No spoilers, so my actual note will be at the end :) Listen to the playlist here! Tagging: @borahae-k @i-purple-buff-bunni @pamzn @myimaginationsrunningwild @nonbinary-demonbrat @yoongiphoria @bangtansmauyeondan @goddessjichu @ggukkiereads @dearly-somber @jihopesjoint @indgio @junsai-tree @persphonesorchid @mgthecat

Namjoon tucked his black marker into the pocket of his joggers with a sigh.

With the last box labeled, all he had to do was shove it in the corner with all his other possessions. In an instant, he could make it all the movers’ problem instead of his. He hesitated, though, and he didn’t know why.

That’s a lie, he thought, he absolutely knew why. It just felt so fucking childish to mourn a piece of real estate the way his heart seemed so inclined to. It was especially odd in his case because there were only fleeting moments where this artfully decorated apartment felt like a home; and not a museum he’d gotten locked in after failing to adhere to business hours.

There had been a lot of upheaval since he woke up in Yoongi’s guest bedroom with your bare body nestled against his. This was to be expected, after all. He’d blown up his life a year prior and just recklessly, maddeningly continued to set fire to the rubble. Now, he had to glue the pieces back together carefully.

What he broke could absolutely be rebuilt, but those cracks would still be visible, even once they were mended. The biggest of them — the nimbostratus cloud looming over that guest bedroom — was your impending flight back to Los Angeles, and the home you still had there.

Loving you was easy; it always had been. The logistics of loving you, however, had historically proven to be anything but.

Before you left, you said the pieces of your joint failures fell down like confetti. In reality, tying up all these loose ends felt more like cleaning up glitter. Reminders of his mistakes stuck everywhere. No matter how hard Namjoon swept, he always missed a spot. They stuck to him, catching the light.

This move was your clean slate.

If someone were to invade his brain now, they’d undoubtedly be alarmed by the tornado of nostalgia tearing ceaselessly through his thoughts. As it twisted, it uprooted everything and subsequently dumped it all in cardboard boxes. Namjoon was the spinning cow added for cinematic value, hanging on for dear life.

A hand clapped on his back, knocking him out of his thoughts and back into that empty bedroom.

“End of an era, eh?” Yoongi asked with his mouth still pressed to the lip of his coffee cup. He took another large gulp despite the scorching heat of its contents and he didn’t flinch.

“Yeah,” Namjoon conceded. It was a one-worded answer, but it spoke volumes. He didn’t need to look at Yoongi to see if he heard them all. The squeeze on Namjoon’s previously smacked shoulder indicated that he did.

This was where Namjoon decided that he loved you, not even four hours after meeting you. You looked at him then like no one ever had and he heard that cinematic record scratch. Then, the internal narration chimed in to give away the plot — that you were it for him.

Looking over the now-bare hardwood floor, his mind conjured you like a hologram: love-drunk in the corner, wearing his t-shirt and nothing else, serenading him with Whitney Houston’s “How Will I Know?” and using an empty soju bottle as a makeshift microphone.

He could hear it now and it gave him the same feeling he had then, like he was on an upswing and he would never come back down. He could hear himself, too, blushing red in the present at his past admission.

“I think I love you,” he’d said it so fast because it already felt like a reflex. A knee-jerk reaction that he couldn’t stop, so bat-shit and embarrassing because he’d only met you a few hours earlier.

Presently, he pictured your coy smile in that moment — the first time you’d graced him with it — and remembering your response had him warm all over.

“How sure are you? Enough to wager on it?”

“At least seventy-nine percent sure,” he’d responded immediately, which would become a habit of his, and relished in the way your eyes twinkled. So, you loved it when he’d buy into a bit — noted. He’d continued, no longer shy, “And yes, I would. All in.”

He could nearly feel the way your touch sparked against his hand once you’d skipped back and crawled over the mattress to settle in front of him. He’d prayed to a god he didn’t believe in that you’d do it again, and again, and again, running so eagerly into his arms.

“Then let’s make a deal, Joonie,” you’d smirked.

It was the first time anyone had called him that without being swiftly punched in the arm. It was the best that stupid nickname had ever sounded, coming out of your sweet mouth.

You’d tilted your head to the side and hummed with a thoughtful finger tapping at your chin, “Two years. If in two years’ time you realize that you were right — and you’re one-hundred percent sure — you’ll win a prize.”

He’d put his hand out to shake on it, but you’d swooped in with your fingers sliding through his hair. You’d kissed him instead and, against your soft lips, he’d mumbled, “Deal.”

Namjoon could’ve stood in that bedroom all day, watching the montage of you that somehow flickered against the bare white walls.

Yoongi seemed to sense this, though, and he intervened. After all, that’s precisely why Namjoon had brought him along: to keep him from getting lost on Memory Lane.

With a gentle pinch at Namjoon’s elbow, Yoongi nodded his head towards the doorway, “Movers will be here in ten. Anything left to pack?

Namjoon initially shook his head, but then he remembered. Fuck! Thank god — or whoever — for Yoongi, who stood there wide-eyed as Namjoon jerked forward and flew out the door.

He dashed to the kitchen and grabbed the only thing still there: his grandmother’s tea pot, bearing intricately painted cherry blossoms. He cradled it in his arms like a child on his way back to Yoongi, who was still standing where he was left. Still wide-eyed, too, like not enough time had passed for him to blink.

“I need you to keep track of this,” Namjoon confessed as he held out the teapot, “I know me and I know that I’ll break this if I’m the one responsible for it. Just — just don’t open it, okay?”

Without batting an eye — or heeding Namjoon’s words in any way whatsoever — Yoongi pulled off the lid and glanced inside. There was no change in his blank face, merely a tiny flex of his eyebrow that Namjoon just barely caught.

True to form, Yoongi asked no questions. His only response was, “You’re right. You would absolutely break this.”

Namjoon would’ve rolled his eyes if he wasn’t so distracted by his own pulse hammering away in his ears. “Right,” he muttered weakly.

“Ready to kiss this place goodbye?” Yoongi changed the subject after noticing how flustered Namjoon had become. He was alarmingly perceptive even when he wasn’t actively working to uncover Namjoon’s secrets.

Namjoon was — and wasn’t. He didn’t know how the fuck to feel, finishing a chapter so conclusively. In the past, all his endings had been ambiguous. They faded out, for the most part, so subtly that he didn’t notice right away.

All but one, that is.

Yoongi studied Namjoon’s face for one silent moment before landing a weightless punch on his bicep. His knuckles barely brushed him, but Namjoon felt it through his shirt, through his muscle, down to his bones. Then, without any response from Namjoon, Yoongi offered him a moment alone.

The apartment door clicked shut behind him. Though inherently quiet, it echoed loudly through the hallway and reverberated through every naked room on its way to Namjoon. As he stood there, silent and solitary, he realized how much he truly hated that sound. What it represented.

“So, is this it, then?” Your face told him that you knew the answer before you asked; but that you simply didn’t want to accept it.

He’d never seen you cry, save for the moments you laughed so hard that your eyes couldn’t contain your mirth. During sappy movies, maybe, but never because of sadness. Never because of him.

Namjoon had to stuff his hands in his pockets to keep them from reaching out to you.

He looked down at his shoes, nudged the rubber toe of one into the rug, then glanced back up at you. It was becoming increasingly impossible to look at you, but it felt so foreign not to.

He’d seen true sadness before — not from you, not until now — but your expression communicated something even deeper than that. Devastation, maybe? Whatever it was, it mingled with your mascara and spilled over your cheeks.

“I think it has to be,” his voice was thick when he replied, and it was a miracle he’d gotten the words out at all, “If you’re going to get everything you deserve in this life — everything you’ve worked so fucking hard for — I can’t be the thing that stands in your way.”

You were crying so hard that your sobs made his chest ache.

“I wanted all of it with you, Joonie, so badly,” You whimpered, then you wiped your leaking eyes on the excess sleeve clutched tight in your fingers, “I need you to know that. If we could’ve found a single way to make this work, I —“

When your voice gave up, his took over. “I know, baby,” and fuck, now he was crying too, “I would’ve lassoed the fucking moon for you if it could’ve made a difference.”

It hit him like a bullet train when you said it. As if you’d ever needed to ask.

“Can you kiss me one last time before I go?”

So, he did. Hard. And then, when you walked away, he let you.

Click.

Namjoon stayed frozen, staring into space, until he heard the movers clambering over the threshold.

You’d never seen more paperwork in your life.

Flipping through the binder, you were even more likely to stroke out than you were to get a paper cut. The sheer number of words made you dizzy; an insurmountable mountain of hangul. An avalanche, ready to overtake you.

After reading and signing for what felt like forty years, complaining all the while, you began to wonder: At what point would your brain simply give up and forget how to read as a form of protest? The thought was tempting — forgoing literacy entirely just to avoid this drawn-out task.

“I don’t understand,” you muttered, turning yet another page. You’d written your initials so many times that they stopped looking like real letters.

Maybe your brain was losing its capacity for language.

Jinseo furrowed her brows with such conviction, you could see them knit together in your peripheral vision, “I don’t know how much clearer I can make it. I’ve explained the terms to you no less than five-hundred times.”

You set down your pen and sat up to meet her exasperated eyes with a smirk, “No, not that. Your unsolicited lecture on contract law has me bar-exam ready.”

Jinseo’s mouth dropped open, always dramatic but never truly offended. You clarified, “I don’t understand why I can’t simply write smell you later on a post-it note, sign that, and be done with it.”

“Oh, I don’t mind all the time this is taking you,” Jinseo swapped out her shock for a wolfish grin, “It’s all billable, baby.”

At this, you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t contain your laughter, “Unnie, don’t I get the friends-and-family rate?”

“Friends and family don’t forget the guacamole, sweet bean,” she chided you with her fork pointed teasingly at you.

With your attention finally secured, the fork directed your eyes down to the admittedly lackluster burrito bowl you’d traded for legal advice. Oops.

“You get what acquaintances and hot, divorce-seeking strangers get.”

“Which is what, exactly?”

“Me another margarita,” she purred. With a wink, she lifted her not-yet-empty glass from the table. “And when you’re done breaking up with Big Hit, you can talk me up to the owner of your new label.”

You slumped back in your seat while feigning hesitation. Sucking a breath in through your teeth, you sighed, “Yoongi? Well, I don’t know… He’s married to his work.”

At this, Jinseo quirked an eyebrow. “Did you not hear me about the whole hot, divorce-seeking strangers thing?”

“Menace,” you giggled.

Your laughter petered out too soon and an unexpectedly heavy silence settled between you and the only friend you’d successfully kept in the whole of California. In all of the United States, really.

You didn’t want to say it, but you couldn’t keep it in, either: “I don’t know what I’d do without you.

Jinseo, dropping her chin to rest on the heel of her hand, smiled with only half her mouth. She paused before admitting, “I don’t know what you’d do without me, either.”

Your instinct was to cry, but you’d never hear the end of it if you did. Jinseo, like you, seemed to develop contact dermatitis when confronted with vulnerability and affection. Instead, your friendship was grounded in playful smacks to the arm and glances nobody but the two of you could decipher.

For this reason, you picked your pen up off the table and gestured to the page before you. “You’re sure that catch you on the flip-side, nerds, won’t hold up in court?”

“If you really want to fuck around with Bang PD, I suppose you’ll find out.” She shrugged, then she winked again.

You didn’t, for more reasons than one. The most recent of those was the grace and understanding Bang Si-Hyuk had shown you when you raised the idea of leaving his label. The heaviest of them was the simple fact that you owed him everything — your career, your success, and most of all, the family you’d found through him.

In your best friend, who you’d never have met without Si-Hyuk's help in breaking through the American market. She was your lifeboat in a lonely, intimidating sea of unfamiliar people, customs, language, and food.

In Yoongi, the illustrious Big Hit producer who collaborated with you during the wild hours you kept, no matter what time it was on his end. He was your parachute, saving you quietly and without fail, through every leap of faith. He kept you company when you left Korea — then he started a company to bring you back.

In Namjoon, whose release party changed the trajectory of your entire life. His role could never be adequately described in any words — in any language.

A lighthouse, maybe, guiding you through jagged rocks to shore.

Or a cabin in the woods that you never expected to find, but that held you warmly when the trail ahead couldn’t be found in the dark.

More simply: he was everything.

“Where’d you go just now?” Jinseo’s sudden statement made you jump. There was a muffled knock when your kneecap collided with the underside of the table.

You blinked over at her and watched as her pursed lips curved into a smile. Your instinct was to keep your sentimental nonsense to yourself — after all, this wasn’t goodbye in any way that mattered. The two of you would stay in constant contact, visiting one another at any and every possible opportunity.

Why did you always try to eulogize what wasn’t dead yet?

Again, Jinseo surprised you. “You do know how proud I am of you, right?”

She snorted at your bemused expression: wide, watery eyes sitting between raised eyebrows and a mouth that was neither closed nor fully open.

Just as quickly, she course-corrected, resuming her abnormally solemn tone. “You do hard things every damn day and you always get out of bed the next,” Jinseo continued.

Apparently, her margarita’s rim demanded more than table salt; it wanted tears, too.

“You’re brave as hell — braver than me, that’s for sure. You jump because you know you need to; and I sit on the ground because I’m too afraid of heights.” She reached across the table and gave your hand a squeeze, “And your survival rate, despite it all, is one-hundred percent.”

You wiped furiously at the tears streaking through your foundation. Everything you needed to say to her was communicated with a shared glance, like always. Your friendship was telepathic; it would endure regardless of distance.

What you said out loud earned you the belly laugh you loved so much:

“Imagine what you would’ve said if I remembered your guacamole.”

Namjoon wouldn’t normally use the word giddy to describe himself. Even at his most excited, he was able to maintain some ounce of chill — the tiniest fraction of composure, whether he truly felt composed or not.

Then again, he’d never experienced this level of exhilaration before. Not when he was signed, not when he released his first track, not even when he was nominated for a Grammy.

In a matter of minutes, your plane would land at Incheon and his whole damn world would resume its intended orbit. The tectonic plates would shift back where they belonged; and every natural disaster he’d set loose inside himself would finally — after all this time — subside.

Though he wasn’t the one who left, it felt like his homecoming, too. Even in Korea, surrounded by everyone and everything he’d always known, Namjoon’s recent existence was nomadic. He bounced between surface-level relationships and sleepwalked through events that should’ve mattered; never allowing himself to feel connected to any of it.

Namjoon was a comet — arriving quickly and on fire, then disappearing just as fast. He was ready to stop being temporary, so long as you became permanent, too.

It was that dream of roots that had Namjoon refreshing the flight-tracker once an hour for the thirteen you’d spent in the air. He watched that tiny, animated plane inch closer while your estimated time of arrival began to look more and more like the one on his watch.

When they finally matched, Namjoon slammed his hand down on the steering wheel of his parked car and shouted to no one but himself, “Yes!”

There was an old woman — why did she look so familiar? — glaring at him through his passenger window. He might’ve scared her with his sudden display, but Namjoon couldn’t find a fuck to give. He was too busy grabbing the carefully curated bouquet off the seat to his right, then clambering out of his own.

It was a confusing assortment, and not necessarily a beautiful one. Instead of a single phrase, Namjoon’s choices communicated paragraphs; combining every type of flower he’d ever given you on this very same sidewalk. If you were anyone else, you might take this eyesore and dump it immediately in the nearby trashcan — but you weren't anyone else.

The first addition was white camellias, matching the ones you received after your first flight home. Like they did back then, they confessed how much he adored you from the start. Then came pink roses because he loved you happily, softly, despite the distance.

On your third arrival home, he gave you baby’s breath. Those delicate petals commemorated the pieces of himself that went missing when you went away; all falling back into place the second he saw you again. White tulips followed, begging forgiveness for the increasing time you spent apart and how little you’d get to spend together on that fourth trip.

For this trip, the last you’d ever make alone, he added bridal wreath.

Namjoon read it somewhere recently that this plant was virtually impossible to kill once it was established. It could survive just about anything and remain beautiful despite its hardships. Like the shrub he’d clipped it from, he’d withstand everything with you.

The fondness he radiated must have summoned you because, after ten minutes of scanning the out-coming crowd, he finally saw you. There you were, shuffling on travel-weary legs, with your signature, mint-colored headphones; and your self-congratulatory boba.

Unfortunately, you didn’t see him — miraculous, given the way he was waving his arms like a fool and shouting through cupped hands to get your attention. Instead, your sleepy gaze fixated squarely on your phone.

You must’ve assumed that this arrival would be like the last one.

Before you could summon an Uber – definitely not another taxi – Namjoon dug his own phone out of his jacket pocket. He struggled to text with one hand occupied by his bouquet, so he took the easy way out.

[To: Jagi 🤫] 👋🏻

Your gasp came before he could look back up at you, but he heard it loud and clear. When his eyes found you again, he watched in slow motion as your beloved boba fell out of your hand and clattered against the sidewalk.

The sound of plastic hitting pavement was the starting whistle. Now, you were off to the races.

With shocking speed, you leapt over the spilled tea and flew towards him like your Prada backpack came equipped with rocket boosters. At that cost, anything was possible. He managed to catch you in his arms without losing a single petal.

Once he had you, he kissed you like it was the first time: shy to start, growing increasingly desperate with every passing second. With your arms linked in their rightful place around his neck and your lips so warm against his, he wondered how many times he could shout I love you without saying a word.

Panting, you eventually pulled back with lips pink and semi-swollen from the urgency of it all. You sighed if you weren’t the breath of fresh air, “Hi.”

“Hi,” Namjoon repeated with a chuckle, grinning like a fool.

Though he didn’t want to, he let you slip out of his arms to your feet. After all, he couldn’t complete your airport ritual unless your hands were free. He swallowed hard and tried his best not to blush when he held out the bouquet.

It felt like he was gifting you his whole, beating heart instead.

You froze once the flowers transferred from his hand to yours.

Immediately, his pulse began to race. If he was still holding that massive bouquet, he would’ve beat himself over the head with it. Once again, Namjoon had overthought everything and analyzed a simple task to death.

But your pupils dilated ever-so-slightly when you looked back up at him with swimming eyes. He should’ve known you’d remember. Given you long-due credit for the way you always made him feel seen.

You reached up and did what you’d only done once before — in a dark hallway, five months earlier. Your gaze followed the tip of your thumb as it swiped gently over his bottom lip, and you smiled.

“Say less, Joonie."

After picking you up from the airport, Namjoon promptly whisked you away to the apartment you’d both recently closed on. As a life-long renter, leaving town more often than staying, it was your first major purchase. It was also your first joint purchase.

The old you would’ve been terrified of killing these two, deeply committal birds with one stone; but the person you were now didn’t bat an eye. 

What was there to panic over, anyway? It felt right because it was. 

Given your exhausted state, the tour was brief. You spent it all clinging to Namjoon’s back like a jetlagged sloth in a tree, but your excitement was evident despite the mumbled voice that expressed it.

If there was any moisture left in your worn-out body, it would’ve left you in tears when you saw the combination of your respective design styles incorporated so perfectly throughout the space.

The items you’d shipped internationally arrived before you did. Namjoon seemed to know without asking exactly where you’d choose to put them. Your kitschy trinkets didn’t look stupid next to his art collection in the way you thought they would. Even more shocking was the way your eccentric, eclectic taste meshed seamlessly with his modern neutrals.  

Your home with him was a mirror, reflecting the very specific way you each provided what the other lacked. 

And he’d handled it all himself, taking the daunting task of unpacking off your plate so you could finish your chapter in Los Angeles.

Though he wasn’t physically present for the hours you spent making plans with Yoongi — or the hours you spent explaining those same plans to Bang Si-Hyuk — you felt him. He listened to every complaint and over-caffeinated rant. He gave you patience, reassurance, and equal enthusiasm in return. 

Because you loved him, you could do hard things.

You could navigate the nightmare realm that was moving internationally. You could join your friend in doing what neither of you had ever done before — creating your own label, then your own studio — while you were still stuck on the other side of an ocean. You could move back home without your tail between your legs, feeling like you’d failed to hack it alone. 

You didn’t fail. You simply realized – much later than you should have — that any path worth taking was one you walked with Namjoon. 

When the tour concluded, you fell asleep — at three o’clock in the afternoon — in his arms. When you woke up six hours later, he was still holding you. That is, until you lurched forward and spun around in a frenzy. 

“Joon!” Your exclamation was interrupted by a yawn, but that didn’t undermine the urgency. “Were you trapped under me this whole time? Oh my god, you missed dinner. Aren’t you thirsty? I’m a monster —” 

Namjoon’s entire face crinkled up under the force of his smile. His laughter twinkled in his eyes, too, and threatened to spill out. You stopped rambling mid-sentence and released your death grip on his hand so he could wipe the mirth from his cheekbone.

He was still chuckling despite the horror on your face. 

“What?” You asked incredulously, though you were starting to giggle, too. “What’s so funny?” 

The more he laughed, the more you did. It was a cycle, certainly, but far from vicious. Was this the kind of life you got to live now? One so perfect that endless laughter — caused by nothing in particular — echoed through every room? 

His hands cupped the sides of your face and guided you towards him. Still smiling, you were both catching your breath when his forehead came to rest against yours. Nose tips bumping into one another, he hummed contentedly, “You just sat alone on an airplane for thirteen hours, jagi. If I get to be your pillow for even half as long, you won’t catch me complaining.” 

You kissed him automatically; a reflex your body had acclimated to without requiring your brain to prompt it. It was brief, but you had all the time in the world to kiss him again. For now, you wanted to stare at him for as long as it took to prove to yourself that you weren’t simply dreaming. 

“Hang on,” Namjoon said suddenly. He kissed you before you could pout and then he rolled off the side of the bed. He held one finger up as he stared intently back at you, “Don’t move, okay?” 

After all that time sitting still with your body pushing against his bladder, you assumed he was headed for the adjoining bathroom. He wasn’t; he rushed right past it and disappeared out your bedroom door. You listened to his footfalls against the hallway floor until he was too far away to track.  

What on Earth was he doing? 

You sat there cross-legged in a pool of sheets for several minutes. One eyebrow raised in confusion while your gaze stayed locked on the doorway. It still managed to surprise you when he reappeared — not just because his arrival was sudden, but because he was holding his grandmother’s tea pot in his hands. 

Is that why you didn’t hear him jogging back? Because he was moving at a snail’s pace, protecting that floral-printed ceramic like his life depended on it? 

You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off with the same finger he’d pointed at you earlier. Namjoon ignored your furrowed eyebrows, crossed back to his side of the bed, and crawled back into the space he’d left behind. While your eyes darted between him and his tea pot, his never left your face. Uncharacteristically quiet, taking deep, measured breaths. 

No, really — what on Earth was he doing? 

“I can tell by that look on your face that you have no idea what the hell is happening, but hear me out, okay?”

He waited for you to nod before continuing slowly, “I overthink things. Sometimes, it ends up fine, but it usually doesn’t. I try to think before I act, then I think instead of acting — I don’t want to do that now.” 

Namjoon paused for a moment, finally glancing down at the tea pot cradled in his hands. “I asked Yoongi to hang on to this during the move because I break things. I never mean to, but for some unknown reason, all that over-thinking doesn’t make me careful. I ruin things far too easily and I hate that about myself —” 

“Joon,” you frowned. Placing a hand on his bouncing knee, you begged him to look up at you. “You don’t ruin things —”

He shook his head, stopping you from continuing. You’d never seen him look so determined. “I do, but that’s not the point I’m getting at.”

He shot you a tiny smile as if you were the one deserving reassurance. “I let you go when I didn’t want to, let this thing we built fall to pieces. The timing couldn’t have been worse, either — now I’m late cashing in.” 

“Cashing in?” Clearly, you'd lost the plot.

Namjoon laughed, “Two years. You said to give it two years and if it turned out that I was right, I’d win a prize. It’s been a little bit longer than that, but I'm one-hundred-percent sure.” 

Oh.  

You'd replayed that night over and over in your head since it happened. Really, you should’ve caught on immediately; but you thought you were the only one carrying that memory around like a torch. 

Did he really remember that conversation after all this time? Some silly, inside joke that you made after only knowing him for a few hours?

Namjoon took the lid off the teapot and set it down softly on the nightstand behind him.

“It took me too long to realize it, but it’s you — you're the prize. I don’t want to orchestrate some ridiculous, dramatic gesture because this is us. It feels exactly like it did that first night, when I took this bet in the first place.” 

His hand dipped down into the tea pot. When it re-emerged, he was holding a small box made of exquisite black leather. You started crying in the split second it took him to open it. He was blinking back tears of his own when he flipped it around to show you its contents.  

“I’m all in if you are.”

Namjoon was a lot of things, but he wasn't a quitter.

After he slid that ring on your finger, neither of you could keep your hands to yourself. Like history repeating itself, he loved every inch of you on every goddamn surface in that apartment.

In the bed he'd wake up in, next to you, for the rest of his life. On that bright yellow couch you loved so much; the kitchen counter he'd have to clean before making too big of a breakfast for you in the morning. When you christened every other room, the pair of you retired to the bathroom.

Initially, your goal upon entering the shower wasn't sex. In fact, it was to soothe your exhausted, sweat-slicked bodies before collapsing onto fresh sheets and a re-made bed. If you thought you were tired before, you'd sleep for a week now. Every part of him ached in the best way, so he'd welcome the opportunity to rest for several days at your side.

But then he smelled your shampoo — vanilla and honey — and it flipped a switch in his fucked-out brain. The warm water spilling in rivulets over your soft skin pressed the issue; and so did that diamond sparkling up at him through the steam.

He didn't follow you in here to fuck you, but he'd be remiss if he let the moment slip down the drain with the suds.

Experimentally, he pushed your hair away from the back of your neck and brought his lips to the space he'd cleared. Watching your slow inhale, he lingered there for a moment to gauge your reaction. Your head tilted slightly to the side; he considered it an invitation. In lieu of an RSVP, he sent his tongue in a short, languid line.

The moan he coaxed out of you was quiet, but despite the falling water, it reverberated across the glass walls and tile. You followed up with a sigh, leaning your head back against his chest as his mouth moved to claim the side of your neck.

"Shit," you keened with your eyes closed, "We're never leaving the house again, are we?"

Namjoon hummed as he flicked his tongue over your earlobe, "Outlook not so good."

As expected, you caught his reference immediately. You wobbled as you laughed; his arms snaked around the curves of your waist to satiate his need for closeness and his desire to keep you upright. "Mr. Kim, certified genius, is now citing the Magic 8 ball?"

"It's the poet laureate of our generation, Mrs. Kim."

Even if you didn't whimper at the utterance of your future name, Namjoon still would've repeated it over and over again. A mantra, an invocation manifesting a long life in which you matched. So, he did say it again, whispering it into your flesh as his hands slid up your torso.

Mrs. Kim, Mrs. Kim, Mrs. Kim.

Given what they'd been through over the past several hours, he treated your nipples with the utmost care and reverence. Sensitive thing that you were, even his feather-light touch had you mewling. Fuck, he loved that sound.

"Baby?" Your voice was barely distinguishable from an exhale, but that perfect softness hit him hard, "Please."

Your wish was, is, and always would be his command.

Namjoon worried about your trembling legs, so he chose the first solution that came to mind: he turned you gently around, kissed you deep, and lifted you off your feet. As always, you molded so easily against his body. You legs wrapped around him in tandem with your arms.

Carefully, he rested your back against the stone wall and adjusted his grip so that his arms slotted under your thighs. “This okay, Mrs. Kim?" He asked.

Your answer came in the form of your hand dipping down and guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance. He followed your lead, leaving both of you to moan when he entered you.

Like a glove, you enveloped him completely. He'd never believe that you weren't destined to fit together like this. Out of every person, in every timeline, he was the lucky bastard meant for you.

Unlike the previous rounds, this was slow. Deliberate, not underscored by some carnal desire or desperate need to reclaim lost moments. He took his time grinding himself into your unimaginable warmth because he now had it in spades. Namjoon refused to let a second pass without cherishing it fully first.

Your head dipped back against the cool stone, allowing you to tilt your jaw upward. Placing a kiss at the column of your throat, he pushed himself deeper into you.

Breathy moans thanked him wordlessly for his fluency in your body's language. Namjoon had studied religiously to learn your unspoken cues, so your raised eyebrows and closed lids foretold your orgasm before your velvet walls clenched around him.

"Fuck, Joon," you cried out as you shook in his arms.

Your little whimpers lured him to the edge; your tightened grip on his shoulder pulled him off behind you. As he spilled himself inside of you, he screwed his eyes shut and nestled his face into the crook of your neck to muffle his chest-deep groan.

After several moments of silence, you shifted. He rolled his neck to move his head further down your shoulder. From this vantage point, he gazed up at you — the only thing worth looking at, all he ever wanted, the one he got to keep for good.

With a kiss left at his temple, you murmured, "I'm glad you took it back."

"What?" He asked quietly, searching your flushed, smiling face for answers.

"All the love I have for you. I know where to put it now."

A/N: aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH IT'S FINALLY HERE! i cried like a bitch baby when i was writing this - even more so when i finished writing this (aka now) - because this lil series takes up my whole heart. i buried so much of myself in lacuna, so this was my attempt to plant flowers in the achy bits, lol. i left lots of easter eggs, so i'd love to know what you find! also, yes, i did write my damn self into this one. hahahah. lacuna was largely autobiographical (except the namjoon part, obvi) so it felt right to fictionalize myself as the person saying what i would've wanted to hear back then.

i'd love to know your thoughts, so please please please let me know either by replying, reblogging, PMing me, or dropping a line in the ask box.

[crqstalite]

5 wip tag!

tagged by the lovely @jedirangerpenguin :)

tagging @that-wasnt-so-bad + anyone else who wants to play :)

Redamancy: The current big longfic, mostly Shenko focused (or it should be -- we’ll get there when we get there) but with a sprinkle of OC/Joker + OC/Garrus. At that point where I have a lot of the big stuff figured out, but the tiny details are taking their sweet time to come to mind. Used to be a pretty word-for-word novelization but is starting to take a turn towards something else. Not quite sure yet. Lots of sister & sister bonding at the moment with the occasional argument or two, and a bit of character analysis for Kodelyn and Kaidan -- along with a bit of relationship analysis if I can figure that out. Still working through that ‘you have no idea what you’re doing’ bit, but we’re having fun!

Lamb To The Slaughter: Sidefic for Citlali that I started on a whim a while ago but finally had an epiphany about the other day. It isn’t planned to be a really big fic because none of it is canon (and if the muses don’t rip the story from me, no canon character appears in it until the epilogue). Pretty much one long collection of experiences from Citlali’s perspective that hopefully accurately adds up to the reason she acts the way she does in Redamancy. Multiple OCs appear here, and it explores how both they and her childhood shaped her.

(Fun fact here is that Jump Zero still really fascinates me, regardless of what happened when it got shut down. Beyond Rahna + Kaidan, I was really curious what became of other kids there who happened to get swept up in all of this. Since I didn’t have any biotic Shepards until AJ only recently, Citlali was fair game -- her being so young during her time there was just a mostly unfortunate side effect. Given now she doesn’t know Kaidan until after Mass Effect 1, but I did what I could.)

On Burning Wings (hiatus): Started writing this one, still plan to come back to it, but my attachment to the Dragon Age fandom is starting to wither a bit. Probably better I put it on the back burner until it comes back so I’m less stressed about writing it. This was supposed to be a collection of stories spanning from 9:31..ish to 9:40 Dragon about a mage warden, Aeris Moreau, and Carver Hawke. Less coming of age and more growth both for Carver’s character (which I still cry over losing in DA2) and where the world would take the pair of them in those nine years. A romance I was excited to write, and still am.

Ties That Bind: Sort of a wip? Since originally it was supposed to be Shepard!Citlali AU still paired with Joker, but then I got too into the details of dealing with the Shepard family at large, figuring out Kodelyn -- and then we ended up with what you’ve seen recently. Kodelyn becomes a medical officer, is only two years older than Citlali rather than six, and is married to Kaidan for maybe a year or two by Mass Effect 3. Right now it’s just a collection of scenarios that piqued my interest.

[???]: I honestly don’t have anymore. Not real wips at least.

[ilguna]

Ethereal Masterlist (f.o)

Summary: Five years of watching your trainees die, you’re sick of it. She will prevail, she will win.

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THIS IS THE FIRST VERSION OF REDAMANCY. REDAMANCY IS A REWRITE OF THIS STORY.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Epilogue

[cakesunflower]

masterlist

writing

Rules for requests: If it says in my description that requests are OPEN, feel free to send me an ask with a prompt that you would like to see as a blurb/mini (~1k words) one shot. When asking for a request, please be as specific as you can with your prompt in addition to telling me which 5SOS boy you want it to be about! Please keep in mind that I won’t be responding to them right away, of course, because any kind of writing takes time! Also, there may be a chance that your request has inspired me so much that I’d want to base a fic/proper one shot off of it, so if I don’t respond to it for a while, maybe that’s why!

ONE SHOTS AND SERIES:

Updated: Apr. 2, 2024

Rafe Cameron

Lovelorn (And Nobody Knows) [OBX!AU Multi-Chap]: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Calum Hood

Sugar Coated Pain [Boxer!AU] COMPLETE: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 (Removed) | Chapter 19 (Removed) | Chapter 20 (Removed) | Chapter 21 (Removed) | Chapter 22 (Removed) | Chapter 23 (Removed) | Chapter 24 (Removed) | Epilogue (Removed) | BONUS CHAPTER | HEAD CANONS

Chapters update: Chapters 18 to the Epilogue (so chapters 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, and Epilogue) will be deleted off of Tumblr for copyright purposes, since this story is being published!

Youngblood [Youngblood Song Fic Series]

Better Man [Youngblood Song Fic Series]

BLURB: Wine drunk make-out session

Not Immune [Greaser!AU Multi-Shot] COMPLETE: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 [Finale]

Monster Among Men [Youngblood Song Fic Series]

Slutty Wedding Sex [One Shot]

Wonder [One Shot]

Sentimental Love [Roommate!AU Multi-Shot] COMPLETE: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Reach For You [Dad!AU]: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21

Redamancy [One Shot]

Lucky Shot in Paradise [Bartender!One Shot]

Sweetheart [Best Friend!One Shot]

Moiety [Bodyguard!One Shot]

Serendipity [One Shot]

War of Hearts [Gang!AU Multi-Shot] COMPLETE: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Starlite Motel [One Shot]

The Viridian [One Shot]

Ineffable [Fighter!One Shot]

Fitoor [Multi-Shot] COMPLETE: Part 1 | Part 2

Fall From Grace [Multi-Shot] ON HOLD: Part 1 | Part 2

Liability [Peaky Blinders!AU Multi-Shot] ON HOLD: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Rooftop Rendezvous [One Shot]

Aeipathy [Prince!AU] ON HOLD: Part 1

Room 304 [One Shot]

Catharsis [Local Musician!One Shot]

There’s No Way It’s Not Going There [Roommate!One Shot]

Empty [One Shot]

No Need Convincing Me [Tattoo Artist!AU Multi-Shot] COMPLETE: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Get You High When I’m High [Blurb]

Matter of Time [One Shot]

almost [Blurb]

Two’s A Party [One Shot]

Who’s Gonna Love You Like Me? [Brother’s Best Friend!AU Multi-Shot] COMPLETE: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

Know Me [One Shot]

8 spaces of intimacy [Blurb]

beyond [Blurb]

Just My Kind [Teacher!AU Multi-Shot]: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Fateful Commute [One Shot]

exactly right [Blurb]

Between The Aisles [Prince!One Shot]

Inevitable [Bartender!One Shot]

Luke Hemmings

Want You Back [Youngblood Song Fic Series]

Lie To Me [Youngblood Song Fic Series]

Made of Gold [Angel/Demon!One Shot]

Out of Nowhere [Neighbor!One Shot]

Ghost Of You [Youngblood Song Fic Series]

Quiet Hours [College!AU] ON HOLD: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15

Ashton Irwin

Gold in the Clouds [Angel!One Shot]

Better Light [Demon!One Shot]

Michael Clifford

Heart of Gold [Angel!One Shot]

SPECIAL: Calum Hood & Luke Hemmings Combined Fic [Not Poly]

Stuck in the Middle COMPLETE: Part 1 | Part 2

Blurbs

3k Celebration

Writing Prompts

Hogwarts!5SOS

Sentence Prompts

Character Moodboards

Noelle from Sugar Coated Pain

Aspen from Reach For You

Rhea from Moiety

Parker from The Viridian

Josie from Who’s Gonna Love You Like Me?

Elodie from No Need Convincing Me

Maeve from Room 304

Reese from There’s No Way It’s Not Going There

Ruby from War of Hearts

Odessa from Just My Kind

Adeline from Inevitable

[eternaljouska]

Redamancy, Epilogue - Lee Jihoon

Pairing: Husband!JihoonxReader

Genre: Angst, the tiniest amount of Fluff

Chapter: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | end | EPILOGUE |

Word Count: 2.3 K

Recommended Song: Paul Kim - Every Day, Every Moment (This song’s mentioned in the comment from ch4 by @younghee-17 , I looked up the translation, and I thought why not. So, thank you, hehe)

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Jihoon tumbles out of his carelessly-parked car with various utterances of profanities. He is late. He is late for his sons’ bedtime story, which is a capital no. Especially since the promise for that was exclusively made between the three of them, the words of a man.

Upon arriving in front of the kids’ room, Jihoon knows that he is in a bigger problem than he thought he would be in before. You are placing the book you’ve just finished reading back into its shelf, signaling that the boys had been waiting for Jihoon until they become too tired and let you read instead.

When Jihoon catches your gaze as you walk out the room, he can’t help but bite the bottom half of his lips, knowing that you will definitely confront him. However, as soon as you reach him, Jihoon speaks up first, trying to put off the inevitable. “What was it that you read them?”

“The Wolf and the Seven Little Kids.”

“What? That was like—“

“Don’t worry. They’d fallen asleep before the wolf knocked the second time,” you assure him as his expression twists in slight exasperation.

“Why do we still have wolf story? I thought I’ve gotten rid of them all.”

You raise your eyebrow at his seemingly exaggerated response. “It’s in one of the new books you bought. It’s something like a collection of a hundred bedtime stories. What’s wrong with wolves, though? In the end, the story either serves a good message or ends with a good ending.”

Jihoon sighs, realizing that he’s going off a little too strong. “I told you they have nightmares about the wolf. That’s all.”

“Yeah, sure. That is indeed all,” you remark while crossing your hands in front of your middle, challenging him.

“It’s just- Do you remember when the kids visited the hospital? They- They talked about the Big Bad Wolf being the reason of you staying in the hospital. The Big Bad Wolf being the cause of that whole catastrophe. The Big Bad Wolf being me.”

A tight smile makes an appearance on your lips as you think about the event that happened a few months ago. Your children, they are sensitive, observant, and understanding. The degree of each of those qualities that they possess is impossible. One that’s still fresh on your mind was when a few days after you brought them back home, they caught on what’s happening. They noticed that you had done things differently than how they’re used to, and they even asked you about that. In the end, you had to sit with them and explain your best about your amnesia. They didn’t have full comprehension of it, but their spirit didn’t die at the news that their mother forgot everything about them.

“Oh, so Mommy doesn’t remember me and Jimin?” Jaemin had questioned with panic strewn all over his face.

“But Mommy knows us now. How could Mommy know if Mommy doesn’t remember?” Jimin scratched his head in confusion, but amid your tears, you chuckled.

“Mommy may not remember now, but Jaemin and Jimin can help Mommy.”

Jimin clapped his hands together at this. Squealing, he said, “Yes! We can help Mommy remember! Mommy! Jimin knows the way to school! And Jaemin hyung can do breakfast. It’s all good, Mommy!”

“Yes! I can pack my own lunchbox,” Jaemin added, his eyes brightened at the prospect of helping your recovery. “And if Mommy has questions, Jaemin can ask Uncle Boo or Mommy can ask Daddy instead. Daddy promised to be home a lot, right, Jimin?”

The younger boy nodded. “Yes. And Jimin can ask Mrs. Seo for help, too! And Grandma! So Mommy doesn’t have to worry.”

And helping you, they did. On the first day of you driving them back to school—after a long discussion and a lot of begging to Jihoon—you had stopped abruptly in the crossroad even though the traffic light was still showing green. There were a lot of honks, and your head suddenly pounded so painfully. You couldn’t hear your sons calling for you, too caught up in the memory of your accident. You didn’t know what’s going on, just that suddenly you’re sitting on the sidewalk with a stranger, who you figured helped you out of your car and moved it from the middle of the street. There was an officer who’s asking you questions, which you couldn’t pay attention to since your head was spinning so hard.

Jihoon arrived eight minutes later, worry painted on his trembling figure. He thanked the stranger and the officer and brought you and the boys home. Jimin was crying. He received a pat from the stranger that told him he’s done a wonderful job, and that calmed the boy a little. Jaemin was holding onto your hand and clutching your phone in his palm. Later that night, you found out that Jimin shouted out the car window for help, and Jaemin called Jihoon to the location. And also, your driving permit was confiscated by Jihoon.

That was not the only time they had helped you out. They told you about the conference at school before Seungkwan did and even explained to you what’s supposed to be happening and pointed out who is whose parent. They helped you remember important dates. They helped you remember their favorite meals or colors or stories. And slowly, you gained those little memories back with their and Jihoon’s help.

You have remembered Jihoon and everything that he’s done, so you understand the immense repentance he felt. You understand him, and therefore the easy forgiveness that slipped out of your lips once you feel like you’ve remembered enough to make a decision. You’ve forgiven him. And it makes you feel at peace that everything now seems to fall back into the right places. But you don’t know that Jihoon’s not there yet. You don’t know that he’s still worrying.

Back then, Jaemin and Jimin had pointed out how you always stayed up late and how Jihoon’s never around. They even volunteered to be substitute guards for Jihoon to ward off the Big Bad Wolf that they believed was the reason you’re hospitalized. Their imaginative brains failed to recognize the fact that even though a nightmare of the Big Bad Wolf is real, the creature itself never existed. Even so, they had tried to make sense of the situation with the limited knowledge that they have. And after everything, it’s really not a surprise that Jihoon would fit himself in that fictional role.

“Jihoon,” you coo, placing your thumb and forefinger on his chin to raise his head. “You’ve never been a Big Bad Wolf.”

“Do you think so?”

The look that he’s giving you is unsure and unguarded, and this makes your stomach churns. You don’t want him to be insecure like this. You want him to show you that little dimple of his or roll his eyes at you or smirk or anything but that. “Yes. You’ve never been a Big Bad Wolf, Ji,” you repeat.

His gaze on you softens, and now it feels like a million butterflies take flight inside your stomach. You hold your breath and let your eyes separate ways with his, trying to keep your feeling on check. But then you remember the real reason you had gone out of the children’s room and straight to him. And you blame Jihoon for successfully distracting you. So you look back up, mirth twinkling in your eyes. “Never. Never a Big Bad Wolf,” you pause, a small smirk forming on your lips. “You’re small.”

“What?” he snaps, his disbelief is as clear as crystal. “I take offense in that!”

“Yeah, sure. But first, I need to talk to you about something.”

Jihoon’s eyes widen in surprise as he curses, “Shit! You get to this part.”

“You know I’m going to confront you?” you ask as you raise your eyebrow once again.

“Yeah, you’re giving me that look. I’m sorry, Y/n. I know I promise to come home before the kids fall asleep. I swear I clearly told Mr. Kim I’d agree if the meeting is quick, but God, no quick meeting is quick enough. It’s infuriating! Seungcheol hyung needs to stop buying that tiny amount of stock every time and just fucking take over that place already.”

You chuckle in amusement, momentarily forgetting your intended topic of conversation. “The whole Seventeen members can help him with the stock or whatever. You can buy their stock, so why don’t you?” You pause, waiting for him to respond, but he doesn’t. “I believe it’s not only about the money, Ji. Anyway, that’s not what I want to talk about. But that is surely why the thought resurfaces.”

“Alright, what is it?” Jihoon gulps.

“Let’s get you ready for bed first, okay? Go take a shower or change your clothes.”

“No, I don’t want to hear bad news before going to bed.”

You let out another chuckle before answering, “Okay. Then at least let’s go to our room.”

Jihoon begins again with his speech of apology once you both enter your room. Lying down on the bed, you watch him making all his frantic gestures. “Jihoon, c’mere,” you interrupt with a tilt of your head, motioning him to lie down with you. You open your arm wide, reaching for him as Jihoon carefully climbs the bed. Once Jihoon settles down beside you, you bring his head under your chin and let his arms and legs wrapped around your body. “Let me talk, okay?”

“Okay,” he mumbles.

“Thank you”—Jihoon stares up at you, utterly bewildered since that’s not what he expected—“You’ve worked hard to make things right between us and the kids. You’ve changed for the better, or I’d rather say, found your way back to the Jihoon I knew. Thank you. And it’s probably not fair and really cruel of me to bring this up, but I don’t think that leaving things alone in my head would be a good thing.

“Jihoon… Have you… Have you ever thought what would’ve happened if- if I hadn’t made it?”

Jihoon’s head jerks up to face you, absolute dread evident in his eyes. “No! What are you talking about?”

“No, shh, hear me out. I’m alive, I know, but… Had that thought crossed your mind?”

“No, please, don’t say something like that.”

“Jihoon… That could’ve happened. Or I could’ve forgotten everything and had no way of remembering. I don’t know, Jihoon. The thing is… Back when you gave me a tour, you didn’t notice that a lot of the flowers are withering, did you? Just like how you knew nothing about the broken pots.”

Jihoon lowers his head as he mutters inaudibly, “No, I didn’t. I- I have no ideas.”

“You love me… right?”

“Of course! It was- I was—“

“But what about the kids? Do you love them as much as you love me, Jihoon?”

“Y/n…”

“If… If I had died, what would’ve happened? Would you have fallen too deep into your grief that you left them alone and uncared for like my garden?”

“Y/n, please, stop.” Jihoon buries his head in your chest as he tightens his hold around you. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You place your palm on top of his head, giving it a few strokes before resorting to play with his hair instead.  “I know. I’m sorry, too. I’m sorry that I put it like that. You’re a good man. Ji, I know that. But I need to put that thought inside your head. Because frankly, I’d rather you love them than me.”

“I love them. I don’t know, maybe- maybe I do love you more. Maybe that’s because I love you first. Maybe that’s because you’ve stayed with me the longest. I don’t- But… I- I love them, too. I love them, Y/n. And I promise you I’ll show them.”

“Yes, Jihoon. I believe you. And you have shown them. I just hope that it wouldn’t stop, ever again.”

Both of you stay in that position—tangled in each other—in silence for a long time. But it was only until Jihoon extricates himself from you and sits down, wearing the expression akin to one of a lost puppy. “But… Baby, Y/n-ah…” he starts, his lower lip is caught in between his teeth. “I know we just discussed this, but can- can we send the kids to Busan this summer holiday?”

He receives one raised eyebrow from you, you obviously judging him.

“No, listen- listen to me first. I know I said I’ll show the boys that I love them, meaning I need to spend more time with them, which I do and still doing. And, um, maybe, family trip, but, I- You- You know… I was thinking… can we go to, like, another honeymoon? I mean, for recovering purposes! I- I know that you’ve remembered a lot now. But you know, because of what happened, I’m afraid that our memory only leaves a bitter note since you remembered it—me in the Han River’s Big Tree and our wedding—back when I was a, um, jerk—“

“Was?”

“What? I’m not anymore! Am- Am I? I mean- This kid discussion, I know I was wrong, and I- I’m trying hard to make it up and make it right. You- you said it yourself that I’ve worked hard. I’ll keep—“

Any abashment from his earlier request leaves Jihoon’s features as panic takes over, and it makes you chuckle in further amusement. This man.

“Ya! I’m serious. Do tell me if I’m becoming a jerk. I don’t want us to—“

“I know. I love you. You’re not a jerk, Jerk.”

“Whatever. I love you, too, I guess,” he deadpans, rolling his eyes at you before he grins so wide you can see almost all of his teeth. “So, our honeymoon?”

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네 품속에 있는 지금 순간 순간이

영원 했으면 해

The future is unknown

But each moment of being in your arms

I wish it would last forever

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Taglist: @thatfangurltho @chwenchew @la-hermosaluna @heolykpop

A/N: This ends, people. Well, not really, but, I FREAKING FINISHED A STORY!!! I have never finished writing anything unless it’s for school, so this is a major accomplishment :’) Thank you for everyone who’s been in this journey with me. I appreciate you all, thank you, thank you, thank you ❤️ ❤️ ❤️  

(and translation credited to colorcodedlyrics, but they credited it to Paul Kim (?))

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part 49 - epilogue : the next year

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a/n : AND ITS FINISHED!!! THANK YOU GUYS FOR FOLLOWING ALONG ON THIS JOURNEY🥺🥺 IT MEANS SO MUCH AND IM SO HAPPY YOU GUYS WERE A PART OF IT💗💗 also it kinda bothers me that it ends at 49 and not 50. i like missed a whole chapter but it was just a filler anyway so it doesnt matter lol. EXCUSE ANY TYPOS I WAS TIRED