araceli

navi | waste it on me | requests: open | part of the collab blog sss central

[heejinnien]

writing survey

hello! this survey is so that i can keep in mind more of what my readers prefer moving forwards. that doesn't mean i still won't experiment with new concepts/genres or write for myself, but i'll be keeping these things in my mind as i make certain fic decisions.

pls consider taking this writing survey :) it would rlly help me out and i would appreciate it!

[heejinnien]

Hey are you alive you haven’t updated in a long time I’m worried 😟

hii, i am alive skfjskdf

i'm just ridiculously unorganized and drowning in school as usual, buT i have exciting news to share ab my new blog soon! so pls stay on the lookout for that.

thank you for worrying ab me tho 🥺 you're so sweet! i don't mean to go so long w/o updating, but i have a rlly bad memory kfjgskdf

[heejinnien]

Bestie welcome back!!!!!!!! I missed you 🥺

Anyways I’m excited for the new change.

thank you bestie! i'm glad to be back :)

[heejinnien]

updates to my blog

— hello,

it's been a long time since i've updated. i've been thinking a lot about the status of this blog, and with the help of others, i've finally reached a conclusion.

moving forward, i'm going to be discontinuing my writing on @heejinnien. i've thought about the best steps moving forward, and i'm not going to stop writing. all writing, past, present, and future, will be rolled over to a new blog that i will be opening in february. over the next month, i'll be making edits to my old works and writing new works. this blog will remain active until the activation of the new blog, and my old writings will remain up. no new writing updates, however, will be made. all rewrites and new fics will be posted on the new blog.

lots of thought went into opening a new blog. i still love to write, but i couldn't keep up with writing deadlines. by setting the opening of the new blog in february, i can not only have time to prepare new writing and edit old ones, i can have content prepared so that i can have a more regular release schedule.

in the meantime, this blog is remaining open. i'll be checking my asks and messages on a semi-consistent basis, and i'll post a new update in february. i would love to hear from you, so please don't hesitate to reach out! i would love to just talk :)

— araceli

[sensuhals]

reblog this if you want anonymous opinions of you

[lebenspurpur]

Hell yeah, give em

[heejinnien]

Hello love, I was wondering if you can make a request for me with Jinyoung ( got7) base on the one live where he sings “At my worst” something like the reader was in the room and the fans didn’t know you where dating so white the song he announced that your we’re together or something like that that and you. An add anything you like.

If you don’t want to write it it’s okay I understand. ☺️

hello lovely!

i would love to write this request for you and i absolutely will! i'll be coming out with a post soon that will outline my writing schedule for august, so please look forward to that!

just for clarification: the fic is based on the live where jinyoung sings "at my worst," and when he sings he's announcing to the world that you're dating? and up until then, your relationship had been hidden from the fans.

thank you for sending in a request! i'll try my best to make the fic live up to your expectations ~

[heejinnien]

a little update;

hey.

it's honestly been a hectic last few months, with a few circumstances outside of my control arising and a packed schedule with my academia. i've worked on a few fics here and there, and i've long meant to update my ongoing fics and post some new ones by now.

that obviously hasn't happened, and i feel like i owe you an explanation as to why.

as i mentioned, it's been a hectic past few months. due to a combination of being physically unable to work on my fics, stress, academia, and factors in my personal life, i've been ia. i honestly didn't mean to be gone for writing for that long, but the more i've thought about my blog the longer my hiatus dragged on.

at the risk of sounding entitled, here's a mini-vent about how i feel about this:

it's frustrating not receiving appreciation as a writer because of your age. i'm not saying that i'm entitled to anything for the work that i do. that's not why i write. but it's a little bit demeaning to have your work skipped over or have authors refuse to interact with you because of your age. i understand this, i truly do, especially for authors who write nsfw content who aren't comfortable sharing that with minors. if i were an adult who fell into this category, i wouldn't be comfortable sharing with minors either. but please, don't pass over my work or my blog because of my age. i deserve just as much as a writer who's one year older (to clarify this, the legal age in my country is eighteen).

this has been one of the things that i've thought heavily about. don't misunderstand. this isn't the sole reason i left, and i don't mean to sound as though i am promoting my personal opinions regarding interactions with minors. but i thought it was something that i should share.

regarding the future of my blog going forward, i will slowly be getting back into tumblr. if you've sent me a dm recently and i haven't answered it, i'll be catching up on messages between tumblr and discord, so please don't feel as though i'm ignoring you.

this message is long overdue, and i apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused you. i truly am looking forward to getting back into writing again, and i have some really creative things planned.

sincerely,

araceli

[heejinnien]

catch up tag

tagged: @cheriebeom

last song i listened to: wings - pixy

last movie: cruella

cravings: ramen

ult groups: bts, exo, got7, dreamcatcher

hobbies: reading, writing, listening to music, watching k-dramas, learning languages, being a clown

feeling: anxious because i'm taking 5 summer courses and have to begin college applications and i leave on sunday for a 5 week camp so what could go wrong-

tagging: @kassrole, @biaswreckme, @hobeemin, @hoebii, @deepdarkdelights, @mimikookie, @taecup-ontrack, @taegularities, @moccahobi

[heejinnien]

thoughts regarding interaction with minors

recently, a huge network for content creators made an announcement in their server regarding interactions between adults and minors. to summarize the announcement, it stated that adults should not interact with minors on the basis of what could happen.

at the risk of sounding entitled, here's my thoughts about the matter.

to completely say that minors should not interact with adults is wrong.

i'm not refuting the claim that there are predators on the internet. this is definitely true. i'm also not refuting the claim that minors may look at nsfw content and make content creators uncomfortable. this is also true. but hear me out.

i'm 17 years old. i take full and complete responsibility for whoever i talk to and using my personal judgement to determine whether or not they are a safe person to talk to. when i was 16 years old, i felt the same way.

allow minors to make their own decisions about who they choose to interact with.

one common counterargument for this point is that not all minors are capable of making responsible decisions, especially those who fall within the younger age range. when do you start letting them make responsible decisions? how long are you going to tell them who they can and can't talk to? personally, i've learned best from experience. if someone told me not to do something, it just made me want to do it more.

i grew up using the internet. i definitely have trusted the wrong people before, but i learned from my experiences and i can also say that some of my best friends have been made on the internet. i would say that my closest tumblr friends are adults.

do i read their nsfw content? no. do i talk with them about general writing tips? yes. do i talk to them about mature topics? no. do i talk to them about basic things like school and guys i like? yes.

while i understand that there is no sure way to make sure that minors aren't interacting with content that isn't safe for them, why are all minors - specifically those who fall under the umbrella of content creators - being punished.

this leads me to my next point.

it's frustrating not receiving appreciation as a writer because of your age. i'm not saying that i'm entitled to anything for the work that i do. that's not why i write. but it's a little bit demeaning to have your work skipped over or have authors refuse to interact with you because of your age. i understand this, i truly do, especially for authors who write nsfw content who aren't comfortable sharing that with minors. i wouldn't be comfortable sharing that sort of content with minors either. but look at things from my perspective. please, don't pass over my work or my blog because of my age. i deserve just as much of a chance as a writer who's one year older (to clarify this, the legal age in my country is 18).

a few of the creators who i respect the most are adults. some of them are even my friends. as mentioned previously, i don't read their nsfw content, and we certainly never converse about these topics either. just because we could talk about these topics doesn't mean that we do. just because something could happen, that doesn't mean it will. why are all minors being punished on the basis of what ifs?

relationships with adults don't always have to go two ways, especially those with content creators. adults can read minor's works without the minor having to read the adult's work in return. the two events are not mutually inclusive.

but of course, i understand that it still might make adults uncomfortable to speak with minors. here's something that i've done before that comes to mind to remedy this.

a piece i was writing required me to explore a different genre of writing that i had never touched before. naturally, i looked up fics within this genre and found a writer who had published many fics within it. i dmed her asking for her help, explicitly stating that i was a minor and that i would understand if my age made her uncomfortable. she said it was okay, and we began conversing only on the topic of sfw writing advice.

before we completely eliminate all relationships between adults and minors, please consider alternative solutions. talk about these things. be honest. we don't know if we're making you uncomfortable unless you tell us. if we are, we'll respect how you feel and won't interact with you, but we can't read your mind.

once again, i'm not invalidating the claims made by the network. i'm simply addressing them in regards to how i feel. you might not agree with my opinion, but please respect it. i want to understand both sides, so if you have something to add that i missed please let me know as long as it's in a respectful manner that doesn't attack me.

that's all, thank you

[lukesunbornn]

having online friends is just “i made food does anyone want some” “i’m gonna fight ur dad” “remember that time you made a typo a year ago that we Still remind you of daily” “i know your deepest trauma but not your last name” “here are the random plants i associate you with” “good morning at 9pm” “goodnight at 7am” “my dog says hi” “LMAO NERD. keep talking about obscure anime tho i’m interested” “hey i know you’re asleep right now but this meme made me think of you” “if we were irls we’d Totally be dating by now” “one day when we live together....” “dude i bet i can jump higher than you let’s have a contest Right Now” “i don’t know what this weird school rivalry you have is but i support you!!!!!!” “getting in the car Right Now to give you a hug” “if i eat lunch while you eat dinner it’s basically like we’re eating together” “i am holding your hand as we speak” “i am kissing you on the forehead right now” “here let me braid your hair for you” “i love you” “i love you” “i love you”

[voiceswithoutlips]

WHY IS THIS US!!! @taegularities @hoebii @heejinnien @moccahobi @biaswreckme

[heejinnien]

just sigma sigma sigma things 😌

[heejinnien]

j.jungkook | monsters

word count: 4.5k

pairing: jungkook x reader

synopsis: in the darkness is when the monsters rise.

genre: horror, angst, demon au

warnings: implied minor character death, implied toxic relationship, brief description of gore, death threat, brief violence

author’s note: please do not read this fic if any of the topics listed in the warnings is upsetting or triggering for you. this fic is based on the tale of the hungarian demon, the lidérc. they feed off of nightmares and fear. my beta readers (thank you so much to @voiceswithoutlips-kas, @elcie-chxn, and ryan for beta reading this fic for me) have told me that this fic might be confusing to read at first, so please read it in its entirety. i promise that every detail serves a purpose. that being said, the entire fic will be placed under the read more cut, as triggering content is mentioned right from the start. the banner was made by @voiceswithoutlips-kas​, thank you so much.

cross posted to ao3 here

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[raplinesmoon]

“What you didn’t know was that you had just made two, fatal mistakes.

If you had looked into his eyes, you would’ve seen the gleam of delight in his orbs.

If you had turned around, you would have seen the way he smiled.”

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[heejinnien]

wait this is so sweet  😭 😭

tysm for this awesome review! i was so nervous to read it, but everything you had to say was so sweet. your descriptive paragraphs had me on the edge of /my/ seat, and i thoroughly enjoyed reading your reactions! i’m weak too, so i won’t watch any horror media. some of my friends think it’s funny that i write it but i’m actually a soft heart myself :)

if you enjoyed this i’m working on a part 2! no promises as to when it’ll be out, but i hope that the sequel is just as enjoyable

this made my day! i cannot thank you enough ~

[heejinnien]

i.jaebum & p.jinyoung | crimson roses part one

word count: 3k

pairing: jaebum x reader x jinyoung

synopsis: when y/n’s sister is murdered, she’s forced to evaluate everything that she thought she knew.

genre: mystery, witsec au

warnings: the reader is in a club (they’re old enough to legally be there), murder, gore, imagery used to describe the reader tripping over and finding a dead body, probably incorrect portrayal of the witsec program, there’s a mildly disturbing nightmare

rating: pg-17

author’s note: this is part one of the walking on sunshine event! it focuses on summer beginnings. i was partnered with @dreamystuffers​, and credits to them for the amazing moodboard! thank you @birbdae​ and ryan for being my beta readers. seriously, thank you for filling in all the spaces where i wrote blah blah 

“I freaking hate Tzuyu.”

You groan, dropping your head in your hands. Sympathetically, the bartender slides a glass of water towards you, accepting the grunt that you emit afterwards as a sort of thank you. You pause in your wallowing to take a long sip of the icy liquid, feeling the pressure in your head lift slightly.

“Rough night?”

The bartender’s smooth, baritone voice carries over the loud sounds of the club’s music, and you wince at his words.

“Something like that.”

The bartender looks as though he’ll say more, but he’s cut off by the sound of a high, feminine voice ordering another drink. You’re grateful for the distraction, sliding a wad of bills over the counter and slipping off of the metal stool. You appreciate the kindness he has shown you, but you really need to start looking for your sister.

Slowly, you begin to weave through the throng of clubgoers, searching for anyone who moderately resembles your sister. You wince as an elbow connects with your stomach and bite back a curse when a heel stabs your toe. Still, there is no sign of your sister.

Pushing your way to the far side of the club, you lean against a wall, panting slightly, and pull out your phone. The LED at the top signals that nobody tried to call or text you while you were struggling to navigate a mob of drunk clubgoers, and a knot of worry tightens itself in your stomach. It’s been over an hour since you last saw your sister. She left you at a booth with a few of your mutual acquaintances to go dance, and you haven’t seen her since. Giving them an awkward smile, you had slid out of the booth to go sit at the bar. You were more polite to them because they were your sister’s friends than anything, and you know you hadn’t been imagining the awkwardness that had settled into the air once your sister had left.

You quickly swipe through your phone, silently praying that Tzuyu will answer and tell you she took a cab back to your shared apartment and she forgot to tell you, or that she’s actually been in the bathroom constipated this entire time.

“Hi, this is Tzuyu, I’m busy right now, which is why I didn’t pick up…”

With a groan, you turn your phone off. Pushing yourself off the wall, you weave your way to the bathrooms, opting to begin your second search there. Unsurprisingly, the small metal stalls are empty. You cringe as your shoe sticks to an unknown substance, exiting the bathroom and mind racing about where Tzuyu’s whereabouts could be.

A cool breeze winds itself around you, tousling your hair gently and you freeze.

A breeze?

You turn away from the rest of the clubbers, following the hallway deeper into the building. The further you go, the darker it gets, and a second chill sets upon you, one unrelated to the cool breeze.

Heart pounding, you turn the corner and see a cracked doorway. The soft light of the night greets you, and you feel a spark of relief. Maybe her phone died and your sister went out this door to leave. You quickly hurry out the door, pushing it open and turning down the alleyway.

You’ve only gone a few paces, pulling out your phone to dial your sister again when your foot collides with something hard. Your arms flail as you attempt to right yourself, but you go down, your elbow colliding with something soft and your chin colliding with the hardness of the asphalt.

Letting out a groan, you try to push yourself up by pressing your hands against the ground on either side of you, but they slip. Something wet and sticky coats your hands, and confusion fills you as you blindly reach around you for your phone. Your fingers connect with the cold metal, and you’ve scarcely turned on the device and activated the flashlight before you’re greeted with the mutilated body of your sister.

It takes you a second to register that the loud noise you hear is your own screaming.

You stare blankly ahead of you in shock.

Vaguely, you hear someone talking to you, but it’s like you’re underwater, all the sounds around you muffled. The image of your sister is frozen in your mind, your fingers trembling as you grip the blanket that someone wrapped around you tightly.

You think back to the last time you saw her, only a few hours ago, smiling and joyous and alive.

If she were here with you right now, she would have something comforting to say. She’d always been the more level of you too, somehow able to keep calm even in situations when you’ve felt panicked. But she’s not.

It should have been me, you think bitterly, rocking back and forth.

“Miss L/N.”

A hand settling on your arm causes you to jump and pull yourself out of your trance. Dumbly, you look at the hand, using it to trace your way up the unknown person’s wrist and arm until you can see their face. Concerned eyes stare back at you, and you force yourself to listen to what the unknown man is saying.

“I’m sorry to say this, but your clothes need to be bagged for evidence.”

You blink, unable to process the man’s words. 

“Miss L/N, please. I know you want us to catch whoever did this to your sister, and we’re trying our best, but we need to bag your clothing as evidence.”

The mention of your sister clears the fog that has settled over you, and you nod. Weakly, you stand, following the man as he guides you to a restroom. He hands you a bag and a stack of clothes, instructing for you to change into the new set and bag the old clothes.

Robotically, you do as he tells you to until you’re changed into a sweater several sizes too big and a pair of jeans that cling to your legs tightly. You splash water on your face, staring at yourself hollowly in the mirror. You hardly recognize yourself, a foreign, hollow look in your eyes. Get it together, Y/N, you chide yourself. You can cry about this later. For Tzuyu.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, you turn, exiting the bathroom with the bag of your old clothes in your hands. As soon as you exit, several furtive glances are sent your way. You furrow your brows in confusion, and a new, unknown man hurries over to you. 

“Please follow me quickly, Miss L/N.”

“I don’t understand.”

The man doesn’t respond, hurrying you through the station and down a hallway until you’re stopped in front of a closed door. A plaque centered on the door  reads “Sergeant Park.” Not wasting the time to knock, the man pushes open the door, taking the bag from your hands and ushering you in.

“Miss L/N, I’m so sorry about your loss.”

Hearing those words makes your throat tighten again, and you force your feelings down. You look around you, noting the awards adorning the walls around you. Two men stand inside the office, both wearing grim expressions. The one who spoke is seated behind the desk, and he stands, gesturing for you to take the free seat opposite him.

“There’s something we need to talk to you about.”

“My sister was a good person, she wasn’t mixed up in anything — ” You protest.

“That’s not what this is about.” The man opposite you, Sergeant Park, you assume, holds up his hand. “Time is crucial here, so please just listen to what I have to tell you.”

You nod, throat clogging from fearful anticipation.

“The Black Rose is the name of a powerful crime syndicate who’ve been running for the past few decades. We’ve tried our best to stop them, but they have connections everywhere.”

“My sister — ” You spring to your feet.

“Miss L/N. Please.”

You sink back into the chair, cheeks burning and thoroughly chastised. Once you’re seated, Sergeant Park continues.

“We’re not sure who all is involved with them, but what we do know is that they mark every kill, and they never kill without reason.”

Your thoughts race as you hear the unspoken words. “And my sister was marked,” you deadpan.

Sergeant Park nods grimly, and a hysterical laugh bubbles up within you. It dies instantly at the serious expression on Sergeant Park’s face.

“That’s ridiculous.”

Sergeant Park purses his lips, speaking slowly. “Until we know for sure, we need you to go into witness protection. We promise that we wouldn’t make you do this if we weren’t sure that your life is at serious risk. Mr. Im?”

Sergeant Park gestures to the other person in the room, who you assume is Mr. Im. Until now, he’s been silent, and you almost forgot that he’s here. He gives you a gentle smile.

“Please, call me Jaebum.” His tone is soothing, and you want to trust him. Still, you bite your lip, hesitant.

Sergeant Park speaks again. “Mr. Im will protect you the entire duration of the program. I promise that you’re in good hands. You guys will leave tonight.”

Alarm bells ring in your head. “Wait, tonight? I don’t understand. I still have finals, and what about my life here — ”

“Miss L/N.” Sergeant Park fixes you with a stern look. “I understand that things may seem intimidating right now, but I need you to do your best to do what we say. You could be a key role in this investigation, and Mr. Im is here to ensure that no harm comes to you. I know that this isn’t ideal, but please just let us protect you.”

You look from Sergeant Park to Jaebum. The latter gives you a reassuring smile, and your head still reels from all of the events of the night, but you find yourself nodding.

“Okay,” you breathe. “Okay, what do I have to do?”

“You keep twisting your bracelet.”

Jaebum’s voice pierces through your mindless thoughts and the dull monotony of the journey. You have been driving for the better part of the night, your thoughts still racing as you try to process everything. You look down at the bracelet Jaebum is talking about, and even though it’s dark you know what he’s talking about.

“My sister gave it to me,” you say simply.

“It must be pretty important to you, then,” he observes, eyes never straying once from the road.

“Something like that,” you say, assuming that’s the end of the conversation. Seconds later, Jaebum speaks again.

“Look, Y/N, I know that a lot has happened in one night — ”

“Please don’t,” you whisper, voice cracking. You clear your throat, staring out the window at the dark shadows of the landscape. “Don’t try to act like you understand how I feel. Twenty-four hours ago I was just a college student, and now…”

You swallow thickly, a lump forming itself in your throat.

“You are still just a college student, Y/N.”

“You know, aren’t you supposed to be using my new name?” You force yourself to change the topic, looking at Jaebum out of the side of your eyes.

Jaebum coughs awkwardly. “We aren’t there yet, and I thought that using your real name would make you more…comfortable with me.”

You scoff, but don’t speak. Awkward silence fills the car, interrupted only by the occasional sound of the night from outside your car window.

You remain like that for the rest of the ride. Everytime you think about saying something, you bury it, not wanting to show interest.

After a while, the road turns to dirt. The car bounces along the new road, and you can’t help but feel even further isolated from your old life. Jaebum pulls down a narrow driveway, and then the car stops, bathing a small cottage in the car’s light. Jaebum turns off the car’s ignition, and as you open the car’s door, you can hear the soft sound of waves crashing. Sand crunches beneath your shoes as you take in the sights around you.

You hear the sound of the trunk close, and seconds later Jaebum rounds the car, duffel bags gripped in his hands.

“This is it,” Jaebum says.

“I guess so,” you agree, exhaling nervously. You follow Jaebum up the cottage’s steps, hovering uncertaintly as he unlocks the front door. Following him inside, you squint against the bright  yellow lights of the cottage.

You’re standing in a small living room. To your left is the kitchen and what you assume is the dining room, and to the right is a hallway. Jaebum leads you down the hallway, setting one of the duffle bags in front of a plain, unassuming white door.

“This is your room. Mine is right next to you.” Jaebum knocks goofily on the door in front of him, and you let out a short laugh.

“Okay.”

You grab your bag, pushing open the door to the room. You pause in the doorway, unsure. “Good night, Jaebum.”

A moment passes, and then you can hear the smile in his voice when he says, “Good night, Y/N.”

“Tzuyu! Where are you?”

You’re in a meadow, tall stalks of wheat reaching your shoulders. You frown, trying to remember how you got here, but you can’t. Alarm bells ring in your head, and you push through the stalks, searching for your sister.

“Tzuyu! Tzuyu! Where — are — you?”

Your voice is reflected back at you, distorted and garbled. Panic rises in you, bubbling hot like lava, and you begin to push through the stalks around you faster.

Finally, you stumble upon a clearing. A flock of birds takes flight, and your eyes scan the clearing, frantic. A body lies on the ground unmoving, and you run towards it.  Deep in your gut you know who it is, but that doesn’t stop the gasp that leaves you as you clearly identify the girl lying there.

It’s Tzuyu.

The sight of her body makes you freeze, and before you can stop it you trip. When you regain your bearings, you’re back in the alley again. You blink, trying to orient yourself, and as you do Tzuyu’s hand shoots out, wrapping itself around your wrist. A scream gets choked in your throat as your sister sits up,  smile stretching too wide for her face.

“Why didn’t you save me?”

“Tzuyu, you’re hurting me,” you cry, trying to pry your sister’s grasp from your wrist. She only holds on tighter, other hand shooting out and wrapping itself around your throat.

“Why didn’t you save me? Why didn’t you SAVE ME?”

A scream tears its way out of your throat, and you shoot into a sitting position, clutching the comforter you had admired just hours earlier against you. Your breathing is ragged, and dimly you hear heavy footsteps. Seconds later, harsh light floods your room and you throw your hand against your forehead, shielding your eyes from the intrusion.

Jaebum’s eyes are wild as he takes in your room, the way you’re sitting up, clutching the comforter against you. His muscles relax as he ascertains that you are physically safe, eyes softening at the sight of you.

“Are you okay?”

You nod, embarrassment beginning to seep through your previous horror.

“I’m sorry, had a nightmare.” You force yourself to laugh, the sound an octave too high to be believable. “You can just go back to your room, everything is fine.”

You swallow forcefully, staring down at the comforter and picking at a thread that has unwound itself from the careful stitching. Silently, you yell at Jaebum to leave. You’re not sure how much longer you can stand being mortified, discomfort seeping into the air around you.

After a long pause, you hear the gentle click of your door close. You don’t bother to look up, instead electing to close your eyes, sure that by the count of ten, he’ll be gone.

You’ve just reached eight when you feel your bed dip, and strong arms wrapping themselves around you. You stiffen, eyes snapping open to glare at the offender.

“You don’t have to treat me like a baby, I told you that I’m fine.”

“It’s okay to be weak you know.”

To your immense horror, you feel your eyes begin to well. You blink rapidly, trying to untangle yourself from Jaebum’s presence, but he holds on tightly. Before you can stop it, all of the emotions of the past twenty-four hours hit you, crashing against the gate that you had shoved them behind. The emotions you felt at your sister’s death, the emotional burden of having to suddenly end your old life and going into hiding suddenly become too much, and before you can help it tears stream down your cheeks. You gasp as you struggle to breathe, everything suddenly just becoming too much.

Time goes by without either of you realizing it, and neither of you know how long you remain in that position, Jaebum patting your back lightly as your grief pours out of you. After a few sniffles and swipes across your eyes you let out a groan, pulling away and digging the heels of your palms into your eyes.

“God, I can’t believe I just did that.”

“It’s okay, everyone has to let go of emotions at some point.” Jaebum gives you a gentle smile. “You should try to get some rest.”

“Will you stay with me?” Jaebum’s eyes widen, and you quickly scramble to backtrack. “I mean, you don’t have to — I don’t know what I was thinking — ”

“Of course I will.” Jaebum cuts off your ramble, smiling brightly. “I’ll just bring in a blanket from my room and sleep on the floor — ”

“You can share with me if you want. I don't mind; we both need a good night sleep, right?” You blurt quickly, panting slightly as you finish your question. Jaebum simply laughs, running a hand through his hair. He climbs onto the bed and lays on his side, patting the bed next to him. Shyly, you crawl next to him, laying down and trying not to think about the position you’re in too deeply.

Wrapped in the comfort of Jaebum’s warmth, you close your eyes, focusing on the gentle sounds of your breathing. A sense of tranquility washes over you, and you finally fall asleep.

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[heejinnien]

j.jungkook | colors teaser

word count: 207 words

pairing: jungkook x reader

synopsis: “And now I'm covered in the colors/Pulled apart at the seams”

a member of a world renowned boyband. a graffiti artist. the art of one teaches the other what it really means to live.

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: a metaphor comparing the feeling of performing to drugs but nothing really major (the fic will contain the full list of warnings)

rating: pg (the full fic will be rated pg-15)

author’s note: this fic is also a part of the spring will come event! the prompt for this is the various meaning of hyacinths: “sincerity (blue); deep regret (purple); thoughts for someone (white); recreation (red); jealousy (yellow).” once again, thank you @biaswreckme​ for the beautiful banner. i really don’t know what i would have done without you 

As the youngest member of Bangtan Sonyeondan, Jungkook often felt like there was something amiss in his life.

Sure, he had everything that he could desire between his arts and his hyungs, but there was a hole in his heart that he didn’t know how to fill.

At first he didn’t notice it, chalking up the empty feeling inside him to small laziness he found himself indulging in during the day — a small mistake during the chorus of Fake Love, not enough time to visit the gym before practice. He wasn’t happy, but he certainly wasn’t sad, either. He just felt as though he was somewhere in limbo, a simple presence floating through the plane of existence.

It wasn’t until Taehyung came back to their shared residence with a girlfriend that the pieces clicked into place.

He was lonely.

The idea of him, Jeon Jungkook, being lonely made him scoff. But as he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

When Jungkook had first begun to perform, each performance filled him with a feeling of happiness and satisfaction. And it still did, to a lesser extent.

Performing was his drug, but like all drugs its effects were wearing off, and Jungkook didn’t know what to do.

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[heejinnien]

k.taehyung | seasons crossed masterlist

word count: tbd

pairing: god!taehyung x fem god!reader

synopsis: it was a cruel sort of fate that intertwined the lives of the two gods together — always pulled towards each other only for tragedy to ensue.

genre: angst, god au

warnings: tba (warnings will also be listed on each chapter)

rating: pg-13 (varies between chapters)

author’s note: this was written for the spring will come event! the chosen prompt was “A is spring, B is winter — madly in love but fated to only meet in brief passing each year for eternity.” here’s my take on that (a oneshot that quickly spiraled into a series)! thank you @biaswreckme​ for the beautiful banner!

chapters

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

epilogue

[heejinnien]

k.taehyung | seasons crossed prologue

word count: 227 words

pairing: god!taehyung x fem god!reader

synopsis: it was a cruel sort of fate that intertwined the lives of the two gods together — always pulled towards each other only for tragedy to ensue.

genre: angst, god au

warnings: none

rating: g

author’s note: i apologize that the prologue is extremely short in nature, i didn’t want to spoil too much but i also wanted to give you a look into the world and story! if you’ve read any of my other fics, then you’ll note that the writing style featured here is different than my other works. this is because of the mystical and magical nature of this story. i wanted to use words that would properly capture these feelings throughout!

link to masterlist

The birth of Spring was a magnificent affair.

In the rich, gilded halls of the palace, Spring was born. Pastel fabrics were draped across balconies, blossoming flowers were twined around the marble architecture, and sweet fragrances floated in the air with twining smells of lavender, jazmine, and rosemary. Instantly, the baby was swaddled in silks and showered with attention. She had no need or want of anything, and from then on she would grow to know who she was and her importance.

In contrast, the birth of Winter was rather sordid.

In the dark, crumbling walls of an alley, Winter was born. While some claimed that the birth of a fourth season, one who would bring about death and misery, was purely accidental, this was not so. For the fates of the universe knew exactly what they were doing when they placed a fourth god in the world, one who would be raised shunned by others for the season that he would bring about as his destiny required of him.

Born on opposite sides of the kingdom, it was a cruel sort of destiny that bound the paths of both gods together despite the rigid dichotomy of their situations.

It was also that cruel, cruel fate that would bring the pair together for the rest of their lives —  only to rip them apart again and again.

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[heejinnien]

Have a great day

aww, this is so sweet, you too!

[heejinnien]

wip folder tag

i was tagged by the lovely @mieohmy! 

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. then, people can send asks with the title that most intrigues/interests them and you’ll post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

help my wip list is so long *breathes* leggo!

on the shore

graffiti artist au

seasons crossed

as the sun sets

city lights, city lights

monsters pt. 2

midnight

reflection

begin

stigma

first lie

awake

link to a previous version of this tag that you can also ask about :))

i’m tagging @mimikookie, @taegularities, @biaswreckme, @moccahobi, @hoebii, @voiceswithoutlips, @mxrcayong, @/y/n!