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[orangeseoks]

[navi]; 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?

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                   ーhere, you will find all the info you need,                       this navi system will mainly consist of                      my masterlists.

                   ーplease note that some of these mlists                       do not exist yet as i haven't had the                       chance to publish anything under                      their title

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          <  BTS MASTERLIST; here             ー"you've shown me so much, yet i still                  have so little to give."

                                                                                                                                        <  FINAL FANTASY MASTERLIST; N/A             ー"i didn't just travel half way across the                  fucking country to get a no from you."

                                                                                                                                        <  KINGDOM HEARTS MASTERLIST; N/A             ー"oh cool, a keyblade, whoosh."

                                                                                                                                        <  YOUNG JUSTICE MASTERLIST; N/A             ー"i'm ten times better than you, y'know                  that right?"

                                                                                                                           

⠀⁣⠀⠀ <  ANIME MASTERLIST; N/A             ⠀⁣⠀⠀⠀ ⁣ー"ah, no way! not happening, never!"

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[carpisuns-archive]

shoutout to slow creators!

i know it can be disheartening to work so slowly when it seems like everyone around you works so fast and churns out great content left and right. i know it's easy to get frustrated with yourself for having to spend so much time on one thing and sometimes it's hard to stay motivated long enough to finish. but the things you make are so good, and taking lot of time on something isn't a bad thing. creation can be a very painstaking process, but the amount of love and care and effort and attention you pour into your work bleeds through. people can feel it. they appreciate it. they see how hard you try and they see how your thoughtful approach to creation affects the quality of the end product. speed is definitely a skill you can develop and chances are as you practice more and get more comfortable with things, you'll be able to work faster. but no matter what, the things you make are worth waiting for. keep creating! you are wonderful!

[orangeseoks]

me @ myself

[orangeseoks]

breakfast; wally west

wally; [eating a large bowl of cereal]

y/n; hey, have you seen my box of fruit loops?

wally; [blinks and hides his bowl] uhh, no i haven't babe, but i know some other fruit you can have

y/n; [leans over the kitchen counter to look at him] your oranges? i'll pass, babe.

wally; [watches her leave] oh man, i so screwed up tonights cuddle time

[matan4il]

Writing a fic is an act of love, it’s a letter of adoration - to a character, to a relationship, to a fandom or to a fandom friend, whether it’s a fluff piece or the angstiest bit of angst, it’s always infused with love of some kind. Posting a fic is therefore an act of bravery. What if your love isn’t good enough? Such a freaking scary thought. So to swallow it down and post anyway… Basically, be kind to your fic writers. 

[fangirleaconmigo]

Angst fics can help people come to terms with their own grief, begin healing, or give people that good cry that they need.

Smut fics can help people affirm and accept their sexuality. It can help them explore their sexuality in a safe way. They can also just be fun, and having fun is a drastically undervalued way to improve your mental health.

Dark fics can help people face their fears or process their trauma. It can make them feel safer and more secure. It can help them find their courage.

Fluff fics can give people rest and respite and comfort. It can give them hope that soft places exist and that maybe there is one out there for them. It can bring up their mood, which, if they have depression, can be a life saver.

And every fic people write makes someone feel less alone.

Point being, just because a particular thing doesn’t serve you, doesn’t mean it lacks value.

This is not to say that we have to consume all fic uncritically. Of course not. It is just to say that entire “genres” aren’t trash or lacking value just because they don’t serve you.

[orangeseoks]

I FORGOT TO MAKE A TAGLIST- IF YOURE INTERESTED AND WANNA BE TAGGED IN MY RECENT CHAPTER OF TROUBLE MAKER, LMK !!

[orangeseoks]

Trouble Maker // j.jk

part threeーpart two; here

[ disclaimer! ]

this is of pure fiction and is NOT to be taken seriously!

genre ;; fluff, smut, angst | hybrid au

pairing ;; jungkook x reader, hybrid!jk x reader, (kinda) namjoon x reader.

notes ;; jungkook is a horny mf, reader is a virgin *cOuGh*, mentions of abuse, a few fights happen here and there, namjoon is a complete dork, (y/n) and namjoon are besties uwu, eventual smut, jk randomly finds porn, masterbation, (y/n) fights with her family + daddy issues, highschool is hard, jk has a virgin kink, surprise heats, jk has wet dreams (ovo; ).

warning ;; there may be quite a bit of fob in here, idk

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[ all rights reserved @orangeseoks ]

Sighing, I heave myself up my long driveway, the backpack on my back seeming much heavier than it was a mere twenty minutes ago. “Just a little further,” I tell myself, droplets of sweat pricking my brows, it is quiet warm tonight and I am wearing a thick sweater. That clearly isn’t helping.

I groan loudly once I reach the top of the driveway and poorly jog to the backyard, unlocking the unitーdumping my backpack carelessly in the doorway and sliding the door closed behind me, locking it again. “Kookie!” I call out, un-tying my shoes and kicking them off before dragging my bag to the kitchen, deciding to put away the small amount of groceries I’d purchased.

“Jungkook?” I repeat, concern lacing my words, normally he’d be trying to climb up my leg by now. Gulping, I place the few cans of fruit salad and beans in their respective spots, quickly running into my room in search of my precious little bunny. 

“Come on, this isn’tー” 

I’m instantly cut off by a small grunt and movement underneath my duvet, I roll my eyes and pull back the covers, a beaming pair of dark doe eyes staring back at meーasking for forgiveness. I chuckle and raise my brows at the guilty bunny curling in on himself, “now.. what were you just doing mister?” I ask with a hum, picking Jungkook up and fixing my bed up.

“You can’t just do that, what if you suffocate? Heck, I don’t even know how you got up there,” I mutter, switching the tv on and taking a seat on the sofa, the remote clutched tightly in my free hand. I watch the tv with interest, keeping a tight yet gentle hold on Jungkook in my lap, chuckling at the current scene.

“Did you see that?” I ask the bunny in my palms, lowering my head to look him, his piercing little gaze causing me to pout and huff out a breath at his rudeness. “Just because you can’t talk back doesn’t mean you can look at me like that,” I complain.

As if he’d understood my words, Jungkook grunts and kicks my wrist, nipping at my skin afterwards, I yelpーtossing him onto the cushion next to me, scanning my hand to see if Jungkook had torn any skin. I sigh when I spot the little scratch running from the back of my hand to my forefinger, “you’re so mean Jungkook-ah.” I whine, standing to get a plaster from the bathroom.

Upon my return to the living room, I see Jungkook curled in on himself, his ears covering his eyesーa tiny pout on his cute little lips. I sigh and look down at the guilty little bunny, sitting myself beside him and picking him up, “stop pouting.” I chuckle, watching as he climbs onto my chest, snuggling into it. A small, barely noticeable smile falls onto my lips as I gaze fondly at the bunny in my arms, what am I going to do with you? I think to myself, petting the fluff ball gently.

knock knock

I blink and place Jungkook down before getting up and walking to the front door, sliding it open to reveal my dad. Sighing, I raise my brow at him, “what?” I ask, noticing how his eyes glaze over the area around me, “your sister drank all the milk, you have some?” 

“I- well, yeah, but not much, I haven’t really bought any this week, I might go shopping with Namjoon this weekend..” I respond, allowing him to push me out of the way and casually stroll into my house and into my kitchen, taking out a bottle of my milk. I scoff and clench my jaw, “how much do you need?”

“Not much, just a cup.”

“Okay, hurry up, I have shit to do.”

He only grunts and take the glass of milk he’d poured, leaving without saying a word, I merely sigh and lock the door behind him, harshly closing the curtain before stomping to the kitchen and throwing the milk into the fridge. 

“Angry old man,” I grumble, scuffing back to the sofa and turning my console on. It isn’t much, just and old Playstation since I couldn’t afford a more up to date one. Humming, I plug in the controller and memory card before switching to the AV channel and selecting a game.

Soulcalibur or Kingdom Hearts?

Tapping my chin in thought, I stare at the two games I have deep interest in and settle with Soulcalibur, a little slash and bash before bed never hurt anyone.

With a triumphant yell, I hit the air with my fist and grin, “kiss my ass Inferno!” I shout happily, a feeling of relief washing over me knowing I finally finished Nightmare’s story. I yawn, checking the time on the small clock I had set up, “bed time.” I tell myself, allowing the game to save as I climb to my feet to turn everything off.

“Jungkook,” tucking the controller away, I duck down to pick up the extra one I’d taken out for my little bunny to see the little fluff ball cuddled up next to it. I smile and gentle pick the two up, gently cradling a bunny in one hand while the other is busy putting a controller away.

Once I’ve managed to successfully finish the task at hand, I stroll into my room and tuck Jungkook into the little bed I made him from a old couch cushion and a doll blanket. “You better not crawl into bed with me,” I playfully warn him, turning away to change into my nightshirt before climbing into to bed and scrolling through my social media feed until I doze off.

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📭 Reblog if you want curious anons in your inbox! 📭

[orangeseoks]

hello, hello, i know i've been missing for the longest time and havent updated any of my fics once. but im going to make it my goal to at least give you guys oneshots if im not updating fics. i know yall want some content and i'll be sure to give, as of christmas i promise to give you guys something !!

[orangeseoks]

i know that trouble maker is going through a biiiigggg delay with its next update, believe me when i say i’m working hard to get it completed for you all, i’m just extremely busy since i’m going back to school this tuesday. i promise you anon that i will publish this next update once i’ve completed it and satisfied with my work. 

[orangeseoks]

i’ve decided to start a tag list for Trouble Maker and i’ve currently got three people to add to it, if you’re interest in being added to the list please let me know in the comments below !!

ーchapter two has been linked above

[ultrastimpaks]

y’all do hyung line so dirty

there’s a lot of talk in the fandom about appreciating members equally and showing them love and booing solo stans and that’s beautiful but when hyung line does one (1) thing none of you ever recognize them? 

eat jin went down the drain because it didn’t get views. hoseok doesn’t even do lives anymore because you heathens keep asking about other members when he’s there for you. hope on the street is a legend we can only hear of. namjoon goes live on a frequent basis to talk about the groups creative process and keep you all updated on things and he barely gets views even tho he’s online in able hours for yall to watch. they all lacked on something in the past but they work so hard to keep up with everything and show development. ¾ of hyung line (if not all of them) have been struggling with so much shit and they’re so open about it and no one gives a damn fuck about it unless yoongi says he cried in the shower of pure fear and then yall are ‘oh……………..hes got feelings’

then, after spending months, years not showing them enough appreciation and not showing the company you all love them equally, when they don’t get lines or screen time, y’all go wild but honestly? how do you expect members to get equal opportunities when y’all take “biasing” so fucking serious and can’t even give some appreciation to them? i know some of y’all are here only for abs and sinning and shipping but can’t you understand your actions have consequences and some things are heavily based on it 

next time y’all complain about jin not having lines maybe consider that it happens because you all don’t appreciate and love and recognize that hyung line is the backbone of the damn group

[orangeseoks]

straight facts, the hyung line go through so much, they do so much for BTS, for you. yet you can’t even notice it, you’re either really blind or are just ignoring them. its disgusting, you say they deserve better? then give them better, you want them to have more linesーmore screen time? help them gain that, the hyung line is so underrated its not even funny, they work just as hard as the maknae line. i’m ot7 so it really hurt me and its the same for other ot7 stans also, 

saying and doing things are completely different, saying you want this for them but never trying to make it happen and then you go and whinge about it? help make that change, support the hyung line.

[thewritingumbrellas]

I can’t write these scenes bro I just can’t

[orangeseoks]

felt that.

[1kook]

bro look at his boobs .....

[1kook]

jungkook never leave home without the audacity tbh sick of him and his fineness Damn

I live everyday in fear bc of him. Could be minding my business then BOOM jk ponytail. Jk boobs. Jk tattoos. I’m sick of livin like dis

[orangeseoks]

jk cake-

[orangeseoks]

365 Rain Street EST.1809 // k.th (M)

pt.5

this is an instant continuation from where pt.4 left off

ー this is a short chapter! i’m sorry!!

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all rights reserved @orangeseoks​

Jimin smiles in response to (Y/n), holding her limp body close to his, “upon our arrival I shall treat you to a warm bath, sweets and a delicious meal.”

He notices how (Y/n) shakes her head slightly, a small smile gracing her lips, “no need.” Is all she says, her eyes slowly growing heavier by the second. “Rest up miss, I’ll awake you when we’re back at manor.”

A hum is all Jimin gets as a reply. The eyes of the injured woman in his arms closing, a calm expression falling onto her features. It amazes Jimin how ones expression can change due to one small thing.

The walk to the manor wasn’t as long as most would think, but to Jimin it felt like a whole mile had been walked as he held tightly onto the woman intertwined in his very arms. Her weight beginning to take a toll on Jimin, she wasn’t exactly heavy or weighed a lot, his muscles were merely growing tired.

He picked up his pace, practically bolting into the manor, calling for a maid as he bursts into an empty bathroom, resting (Y/n) in the corner of the room whilst he runs the bathtub.

“Mr Park, is something wrong- oh my..” The maid stops mid-sentence, glancing at (Y/n) in the corner, her dress torn and her body almost ruined. It was such a sight the maid had begun to lose feeling in her knees.

But she had remained strong, “I shall retrieve the nurse, as well as herbs and a gown for her.”

Jimin thanks her, asking for an extra maid while she is busy to undress (Y/n) and assist her into the warm water of the tub. Eventually she was placed neatly into the tub, the water suddenly turning a gross crimson colour.

The amount of dirt and blood that coloured the water was revolting, it had caused a rush of anger to bubble inside of Jimin as he watched her sit lifelessly in the tub. 

“Mr Park,” the maid from earlier speaks entering the room, “the nurse has gone home to her family. But I have a few things that can help.”

“Thank you,” is all he says. Taking the many items from the worrisome maid, placing them down to tend to (Y/n).

“Miss, I’ll just be washing your back and hair, please. Do not be alarmed by my actions.” I tell her, only earning a slow nod. Not a simple yes was heard, only a small action.

Taking note of this, I fill an empty container with clean water from the hand basin, making sure its warm before using it, and pouring it down her back so it has some sort of moisture before I wash it.

I gently rub a bar of soap between my hands, making it a foam so its easier for me to do whats needed. “Apologies if my hands are cold miss.” I let out with a hesitant chuckle, finally getting onto the task at hand.

Literally.

Coating her back with the foam from the soap, I use a rag to massage her skin and clean it properly, being extra careful when it came her neck and shoulders.

“Mr Park,” (Y/n) finally speaks up. My actions coming to halt at her sudden decision to talk, “yes?” She hums and rolls her shoulders back. “M-Mother, what happened to mother. Has Mr Kim and Sir Lee done something?”

Smiling painfully, I shake my head, knowing damn well she can’t see it. “No, nothing has been done, silly.”

Silly, she giggles at that.

“My hair please, Mr Park.”

“My bad,” I respond with a faint laugh. Moving on to washing her hair. The second my hands touch her head shes fallen asleep, chuckling I inform her to stay awake but she only hums and instructs me to continue.

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My bathing session had come to end once Mr Park had managed to wake me, telling me he’ll leave while I wash my body and a few maids help me with dressing and attending any wounds.

And he wasn’t lying when he said he’d treat me, infact -and to my shock- Seok Jin had the three of us bake a few things together to help take my mind off things since I’d gotten some strength back.

Of course, it still hurt when doing a lot of things, but it wasn’t something I couldn’t handle. “Seok Jin, may I add chocolate drops to the mixture?” 

He laughs in response, and flicks his wrist back at me, “do as you wish!” Seok Jin chimes, himself and Jimin focusing hard on making a big cake for me. Decorating it like its of high importance and worth the imaginary money spent to buy it.

I think its sweet that they’re going out of their way to do such things for me, but its odd, not once has anyone done such kind things for me. 

Its all new to me.

Smiling despite my thoughts, I add in the extra ingredient I’m wanting before pouring the mixture into a muffin tin and placing into the iron oven, lighting the fire beneath it to bake what I’m hoping to be cupcakes or some sort of cookie.

“Mm, something smells nice.” A deep voices cuts in, making me jump smally. “Ah, Taehyung-ah!” Seok Jin shouts, engulfing his friend into a hug. Giggling, I keep silent and return to watching my baking.

“Whats this?” Mr Kim asks, the conversation between himself and his friends sparking up like the fire embers in front of me. “Myself and hyung are making a cake for Miss (Y/n), hopeful it’ll make her smile and feel better. Right miss!”

Mr Park chuckles watching me slowly turn around at the gorgeous men standing at the dining table, their eyes focused on me. “Indeed, Mr Park. Hows it coming?” I ask, actually curious on how the cake is going.

Mr Kim hums and gives me a pained smile, “from what I’ve seen. It’ll turn out just right.” Nodding, I focus back onto my baking. “Ah! They’re ready!” I cheer with a wide smile, putting out the fire and pulling out the muffin tin being sure not to move the rag I’m using to hold it.

“Wahh, that looks extravagant!” Seok Jin praises me, waddling over, his friends following after. Smiling, I thank him, grabbing a knife and a plate. 

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Myself, Mr Park, Seok Jin and Mr Kim had finally finished our baking and treated ourselves. Now is the time that everyone should be parting ways, but rather than that the four us stay where we are.

In the warmth of the living room.

We’re all sat near the fireplace, just enjoying eachothers time, but I never cease to notice the multiple times Mr Kim looks up at me from their game of marbles. 

“Is something wrong?” I ask, closing the book I hadn’t even been reading. Mr Kim looks up at me, his eyebrows raised. “No, miss, why do you ask?” Shifting in his spot, Mr Kim gives me and odd look - a brow raised. “Why must you look at me every few seconds? Is there something on my face?”

Of course there is, I was hit for christs sake.

“No, not at all. I’m just worried about you,” frowning he sits up straighter, his two friends also. “You were treated like a ragdoll by your own mother, in front of not only myself but others also. How-How could you live with such a person?”

I curl into myself, placing the book in my hands onto the table beside me, “I have no other choice, mother says that a delicate girl like myself shouldn’t live on my own. Especially at my age, she said that I wouldn’t make it out there in the real world.”

I felt myself begin to believe my own words, all the lies I’d been told many times before; their toxic and powering presence making me feel weak - making me feel.. small. So, so small.

[monfufu]

[forsakenoathkeeper]

if u dont acknowledge the fanfics u read, the writer won’t think anyone is actually taking the time to read their stuff, which makes our effort feel wasted and our passions feel worthless

[wintermoonqueen]

Tell. The. Fanfic. Writers. How. You. Feel.

[starscheme]

I will always reblog this. It’s important.

[stars-aligning-deactivated20210]

Yes, please!!! As a writer, I love seeing the “views” or “hits” on my work because it absolutely excites me that people clicked on it!! But it’s also really great getting comments, ‘cause some people get discouraged easily (me!), and it definitely means a lot to us when people actually tell us they like our work, instead of just showing it through kudos or bookmarks or something!!!!!! <3 :D

[waywardodysseys]

Comment! Like it!

I love & appreciate all my readers! Y’all keep me going even when I’ve lost motivation!

Every singe reader means the world to me!

[cunaeparker]

PLEASE COMMENT HOW YOURE FEELING IT MEANS THE WORLD TO US

[orangeseoks]

REMIND US OF OUR HARD WORK, PLEASE - COMMENT, LIKE, ALL THAT SHIZZ.