I’m working on a new fic!!! For real this time lol
It’ll be starring all of bts and it will be a supernatural crime thriller with detective!jk and demon!jimin and that’s all I’ll say for now 😉
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I’m working on a new fic!!! For real this time lol
It’ll be starring all of bts and it will be a supernatural crime thriller with detective!jk and demon!jimin and that’s all I’ll say for now 😉
JUST KEEP GOING | Do not edit.
New Beginnings
A/N: txt debuted and i love them so much i wanted to write for them! this is basically a continuation of the witch!bts au (that i really really want to continue btw) and they’ll probably be intertwined ;)
wc: ~500
genre: fluffy, angsty? starring witch!kai ft. witch!soobin
Are you back?! Omg I’ve been waiting what feels like forever for you! I miss you so much, thank you for coming back 😭
Of course!!! I missed you too!!!
Nocturne
Christmas Eve will find me Where the love light gleams I’ll be home for Christmas if only in my dreams
A/N: I know I’ve been gone for FOREVER, but I’m trying to make a comeback. I’ve got lots of exciting things planned so for those of you still reading and for those of you just joining, thank you for your support!
genre: fluff, the slightest bit of angst wc: ~1K
HIi just found ur acc and ur writing is v good!!!!!
Thank you!!! I’ve been gone for forever, but I’ll be making a comeback soon... :)
Hey! Some of your links aren’t working, like some of got7’s won’t load. I was wondering if you could fix them? Btw I love your work so so much! ♥️♥️♥️
I got this forever ago and I started to go through my links and realized just how bad it was. This is what I get for abandoning cocosothermom and trying to transfer everything over to hobistagram. I will definitely get on this! That said, Tumblr likes to be super glitchy so sometimes I’ll miss something that I definitely thought I fixed but it never worked out so let me know if you see anything else that’s off!
life imitates art
OK, I just read your Bobby drabbles, and I just, the one where reader couldnt sleep had me tearing, it was so raw, it felt like an open wound, fresh and broken and it was so short, but so beautiful and I just wanted to say thank you for sharing your talent, because damn, you have one hell of one ❤❤❤❤
Sorry I’m just now replying to this but thank you so so much!! That means a lot and I honestly truly appreciate every kind word. <3 <3 <3
Boundaries
A/N: I’m not dead! Sorry I’ve been MIA for months, I’ve been super busy, but I’m making an effort to be active again so if you questions or comments feel free to come in my ask box! I’m gonna be working on the next part of Charming as well as the next installment of merman!Tae so look for those soon!
Genre: fluff, angst starring witch!Namjoon
WC: ~1K
Other witch!BTS pieces:
Hoseok | Yoongi | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook | Seokjin
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#HopeWorld #Airplane ✈️ #Hopefilm 📸📸 여러분들을 위한 선물 🎁
#HopeWorld #Airplane ✈️ #Hopefilm 📸📸 A present for you all 🎁
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180218 - Happy Hobi Day! To the one who go an extra mile to fill our days with laughter, hope, light, and inspiration, may this special day and all your other days be filled with happiness and love as much (and more) as you constantly give. Know that you are loved and important to all of us. Happy birthday our sunshine, our hope, and our angel, Jung Hoseok! ♡
Angst for no. 15 with Mr Worldwide Handsome 😏
Seokjin + 15. Cold, Empty House
The last good memory youhad of him was two months ago. He’d gotten the whole weekend off and you’dcoaxed him into going with you to a farmer’s market to buy fresh ingredientsfor a dinner you would cook together. The rest of the day you’d spent at home doinghousehold chores and fighting over control of the music you had playing.
At the end of the day,you’d taken a shower while he folded the last of your laundry. As you put onyour pajamas, you heard the sweet cadence of Seokjin’s voice singing a song inthe bathroom and you allowed it to lull you into a comfortable warmth.
When he emerged, hesmiled at you and his hands wound around your frame. You melted into theembrace his arms provided you and let him slip off your clothes.
That had been the last timehe’d touched you. The next day he’d gone out of the country and when hereturned he’d been cold and distant. You’d tried reaching out to him, but hewouldn’t get in touch with you.
One day, you’d come backto your apartment to find he had been in it. He’d left only a note on yourcoffee table and taken all of his things with him.
You wrapped yourself inthe blanket you used to share. You were surprised that he hadn’t taken it, butyou supposed that he hadn’t quite considered it his.
It still smelled likehim, but you knew it wasn’t real. It was like the memory of his smell washaunting the apartment and you would feel it linger in the places he frequentedmost: the blanket, the medicine cabinet where he kept his cologne, the spot onthe couch where he always laid his head when he read.
If you closed your eyes,you could almost imagine him whining at you for hogging the blanket. You couldimagine the laugh in his voice as he tugged the blanket back to him.
You hissed out a sigh and squeezed your eyes shutagainst the tears.
Junhoe+16+Fluff please!
Junhoe + 16. “I’ll warm you up.”
Junhoe was three layersdeep into his bed. It was far too cold and you were out of town visiting yourfamily. He’d taken to using his day off to gather back as much lost sleep as hecould so that when you did return he could spend the entire day with you.
He was reminded of thelast time he’d been with you. The weather had just begun to cool off and he’dfinally dug up his thick blankets from storage so you wouldn’t freeze to deathovernight. You’d been adamant that you would be fine, that you were strong, buthe knew you were too proud to complain and you would spend the night shiveringsilently rather than say something about the cold.
You’d let yourselfburrow into his side and he’d wound his arms around you. “I’ll warm you up,” he’doffered.
There was nothingspecial about the moment. It was perfectly insignificant in the grand scheme ofyour relationship. There had been other times when you’d cuddled, other timeswhen it had been cold outside, other times when you’d spoken at a whisper.
But he remembered thatmoment clearly as he fought off the cold. More than anything, he realized he wasin love with you. He’d had inklings of it before but he was certain then. He’dfelt in his chest and the warmth of his body and in the excitement in hisbrain. Like fireworks going off. Like chaos and madness but in the mostbeautiful way.
He needed to tell you. Hefelt it. He wanted to hear your voice. He wanted to see you.
His phone was far toocold outside of the blankets but he snuck it in under the sheets and dialedyou. “I love you,” he said before logic could stop him.
You laughed. “I know, stupid.”
He relaxed into thesound of your voice. “Yeah, but I wanted to remind you.”
You murmured a sound thatwas quieter and content. “Okay,” you said, “I love you too.”
Jimin, 30, fluff/smut?
Jimin + 30. “Run away with me.”
He was being indulgent.That was why you’d spent all day in the bed of a hotel room that was welloutside of your usual price range. It was why, instead of heading to therestaurant less than a block away from the hotel, you had ordered over-pricedroom service.
It was an apology but itwas a good one.
He had been avoidingyou. At first, you’d been mad enough to ignore him altogether—all the whilemoping around in misery—but after a few weeks you’d gotten desperate. Notnormal desperate where you called him every day and left him long voicemailsasking where he was. Crazy desperate. Sitting on the bench outside his apartmentcomplex desperate waiting for him to come home from dance practice desperate.
Eventually you’d caughthim walking to the studio. You hadn’t been looking for him but as soon as you’dseen him, you’d run to catch up with him.
He’d ducked his head atyour gaze and skirted your eyes. He’d confessed that he’d been trying to decideif he should break up with you. Because he was afraid of hurting you. Becausehe never saw you. Because he wasn’t enough.
You’d chastised him andhe’d let you wail at him for almost a half hour before he’d finally taken yourhands into his and apologized.
Then had come the hotel.
You burrowed into hisside and felt his hand trace the line of your thigh. You sank into his touchand wound your body tighter to his. When you’d first arrived at the hotel, you’dtaken to the bed almost immediately and he’d spent hours devouring you beforeyou’d finally taken a break. You’d eaten, slept, and now, with darknessflooding the room from the giant window, you were finally getting the rest you’dneeded after weeks of worry.
“Run away with me,” youmurmured, on impulse.
He made a small smileand there was a light giggle in the back of his throat as he nuzzled yourcheek.
You smiled with him. “Wecould buy an island and make a shack from the palm trees.”
He laughed in earnestthen. “Let’s just start over in a new country. We’ll dye our hair and changeour names.”
“Deal,” you told him andyou beamed.
He kissed your forehead.“Silly,” he mumbled affectionately against your skin. He loved you and he washere and he was more than enough.
I’m sorry to bother you when you’ve probably got a million better things to do and you’ve made base on the moon to watch over us all, but I wanted to talk to you tonight about Poe…
hey everyone! i won’t be posting drabbles today because i needed to take a day off honestly to mourn, but i wrote jjong a letter on my blog if you’d like to read it, it may give you some comfort or something
Hello!! Can I get the number 13 with Jhope?♡♡ Thank you!!
Hoseok + 13. Warm Heart, Cold Hands
A/N: you are an ANGEL. i wanted to write another hobi one so bad and this turned out so different than i thought it would but i kind of love it?
genre: supernatural!au
TW: mentions of blood, mentions of death
You were frozen solid.The wind had blown you in for the season but the snow had fallen on your frailframe and now you were nothing but a statue, a marble depiction of a girl withlittle to show for other than a faux fur coat and two healed-but-obvious holesat the base of her neck.
This would not kill you,you knew. But perhaps it would kill your conscious. Maybe eventually the stillnessand silence would be the only thing you remembered and not the blood. Not thedeath.
Even with the snowcovering you, you could make out when darkness fell. It was as if a blue dyewashed through the snow and made your eyes more alert to the movement past. Youshut your eyelids against it, against the reminder of who you were.
In your mind, you sawflashes of bodies. You saw those you’d left for dead. At the time, you’dcomforted yourself with the thought that you never actually seen them die. Forall you knew, they could’ve still been alive. But you knew better now. Theyhaunted you. Live people couldn’t haunt.
There was a crunch as someonetrekked through the ice and you cursed your foul luck. All you needed was forthem to leave. For them to sense the danger you posed and to walk resolutely inthe other direction. If they came close, you would lose all sense of controland the nightmare would begin again.
The steps got closer andyou bared your teeth for the first time in what’d felt like ages. The snow hadfrozen, melted, and refrozen over your skin so many times you couldn’t be seento a casual passerby but this person did not seem to be one of those people.
There was a crack then.A decisive, sharp sound that didn’t so much startle you as set you on edge. Handsdug through the shelter you’d built for yourself and made contact with yourbody. You didn’t have enough energy to fight back at their movements, so youhad no choice but to watch as they removed you from the ice and brought you outinto the moonlight.
It was a boy. And youimmediately why he’d been no casual passerby, why he’d found you so quickly.You wrinkled your nose, but it was all you could do to indicate yourdispleasure.
His face was toochipper. He eyed you for a moment then turned to a cooler at his side. As soonas he removed the lid, you could feel your fangs descending. You couldn’t movefrom weakness but it didn’t stop the insatiable thirst from burning your throat.
He brought the blood bagup to your mouth and tipped your head back to let it flow in past your lips. Ittook a moment, but suddenly you felt the limberness return to your arms and youreached up to squeeze the rest of the blood into your mouth.
“I have more if youwant.”
You stopped. You hadn’teven thought it was possible for you to stop, but his voice was so gentle itcaught you off guard. You ignored the kindness in it and brushed past him tograb at the cooler. “You smell awful.”
He pouted and he looked veryyoung and very sweet. You warned your heart not sink into it. “You do too. How doyou think I found you?”
You blinked at his wordsand popped a hole in a second bag with your fang, sucking it out like a juicebox. “Why bother finding me at all? I thought dogs were supposed to hate us.”
He grimaced. “It’s wolf,not dog.” Then he paused and his face became contemplative. “And I don’t knowwhy.” He shrugged. “It was like I wasn’t thinking.”
You bit back the urge tocomment how much of a dog answer that was and stopped yourself from grabbing ata third bag. “Thank you,” you said and your voice was much quieter and morecontrolled than you could’ve imagined it being.
He smiled and youunderstood what he meant about not thinking the instant that your body wantedto bury itself in his arms. You cursed your foul luck again. A mate wassomething to live for and that was the last thing you wanted.
“Stop smiling, dog,” youtold him but your voice was too fond.
He smiled wider.