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oftenderweapons · 3 months

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London Calling | KNJ

Pairing: Namjoon x Vixen

Wordcount: 3.1k

Genre: Fluff, smut, pwp, established relationship!AU, idol!Au, Married!AU

Rating: 18+; minors, please do not interact

Synopsis: Vixen has decided to distract herself from Namjoon's incumbent enlistment by focusing on her job. She has accepted adding more international works to her portfolio and is currently in London; too bad Namjoon can't help but post risqué pictures on his Instagram, and it really seems he's doing so to try and get her attention.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Swearing, Fear of infidelity, Nostalgia. Extremely mild DDLG dynamics, Babygirl!Vixen, Brat!Vixen, Phone sex, Masturbation, Dirty talking. Mentions of: Oral sex (both male and female receiving), Lingerie kink, Sex toys, Spanking. Oh, and one of Joon's friends simps for Vixen.

As usual, you can find my masterlist right here! I wouldn't mind if you took a few seconds to leave a comment or reblog my fic 🥰 Also, my requests are always open!!!

Enjoy 💜✨

“Been hearing someone’s on their worst behaviour.”

Namjoon’s chuckle on the opposite end of the line is everything you need to know. “What can I say, my last moral anchor is busy girlbossing around the world.” He licks his lips and sits down on the sofa, his friends messing around his kitchen, beers and liquors spread around your marble counter. “I’m missing my lucky star.”

“Your guardian angel.”

“My only angel,” he flirts.

The game is back on between you and Namjoon. Ever since you decided to stop waiting around for his enlistment and have started accepting international projects on your portfolio, it’s like no matter where either of you are, it’s always time to flirt on the phone.

Or mess around even more.

He’s touched down in London for you about two weeks ago, showing up at your hotel room with an Agent Provocateur bag dangling from his pretty fingers and the kind of smile that always gets you shimmying out of your panties.

“What are you up to, love? What time is it over there?”

“Uh-huh. I’m the one doing the asking here, mister.”

He puts his glass back on the coffee table, and leans over with his elbows on his knees. “I’m just trying to feed my imagination, little fox. What’s a boy to do, with an empty bed and a sexy wife on the other side of the world?”

“I don’t know, maybe be more careful before talking talks he can’t walk?” you suggest.

He lowers his voice before saying, “You’d be over my knee right now, you know?”

You decide to talk back, just to mess him up further. Your voice is like midnight fog when you tell him, “you’d have to catch me first.”

He steals a glance towards the kitchen. This feels an awful lot like when the two of you began hanging out — the secrecy, the craving, the distance, and the pining. Except this time you have rings on your hands and there’s no doubting loyalty, not on his nor your behalf.

He toys with his own ring, tracing it with his thumb, twisting it a little to the left, then to the right, back and forth.

“It seems you appreciated that quick leak…”

You click your tongue. “One of these days you’re gonna end up naked in those pics and I’ll have to come home to do damage control.”

“Is that all it takes to have you back home? I miss my territorial little vixen.” He stares at your stash of books in the bookshelf, standing tall right next to his, but looking twice more put together.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been acting sluttier lately.”

“At least I haven’t gone entirely shirtless yet.” He picks up the glass again and you hear him swallowing through the line. “Unlike some of my friends. You should consider yourself lucky.”

“Lucky, you say?”

He hears the sound of a glass being put down. “Are you drinking, babygirl?”

You cock an eyebrow and stare at your glass of red wine. “I’m dined and wined. You know which bit is missing. But it seems you’re not that deserving.”

“What did you eat?” He doesn’t grant you the courtesy of winning this sensual verbal sparring. That tiny comment about being dined and wined was a trap, he can tell. Looking so casual and half-hearted can only mean you expected him to go there, and if he does, he’ll probably end up right where you wanted him.

He can do better.

“I had a steak. With a lovely truffle cream. I’ll have to make it for you next time you’re around.” Your reply comes off beat, and he smiles, happy that he caught you off guard.

If this were a match of martial arts, you’d be dwindling a little, your balance compromised. “I’d love to. Miss your tiramisu. Your cheesecake. Your aglio e olio. Your sweet little ass working around the kitchen.”

You laugh, the sound as bright and heartstopping as ever. Blood rushes to his cheeks. He loves making you laugh. “You got the guys over, I assume? Four in the morning?”

“We just finished working. Like maybe an hour ago or so.” He can’t keep calm anymore. Everytime you call him when he’s home, his gaze keeps wandering to every piece of it that belongs to you.

Sometimes it’s suffocating. Sometimes he sleeps back at the studio. Sometimes he stays over at other people’s places.

Now it’s the portrait of your orchids that you had commissioned for him. It sits next to his bonsais, so he can think of your collection each time he’s watering his own.

Sometimes he wonders who is whose subtext, because at times he thinks you’re the one who picked up habits from him, other times he thinks it’s him who accidentally got into certain hobbies through the years so he could be your exact shadow once the two of you finally met and aligned.

“Also, you’re calling at four in the morning,” he observes. “Oh…” He rubs the back of his head, then plops back on the sofa, as if he were deflating slowly. “Right. I’m your booty call.” He chuckles. “Almost forgot.”

“I can find someone else in a more suitable time zone, if that sits well with you,” you reply, your tone just a tiny bit annoyed. His nonchalance irks you just a little.

“That your sneaky link, man?” you hear someone holler on his side.

“So now I’m miss sneaky link, huh? Not bad, mister booty call.” You click your tongue. “I’ll leave you to your friends. I thought you were alone, didn’t mean to disturb.” This could be your chance to win this match.

“No, don’t go because they’re about to. Kind of right now,” he says, looking towards the kitchen and nodding towards the door. “Sorry guys. Vixen’s rule.”

“He don’t deserve you, honey,” one of his friends calls. “Just one chance, miss. Kindly.”

“We’re literally married,” he tells the guy, then to you, “Bum says hi.”

“Oh, hi sweetie. What are your thoughts on the London timezone?” you ask, coquettishly.

“Careful, fox.” Namjoon’s voice is stern when it comes on. It makes you sit taller on your seat, redirecting the pressure in between your thighs. “And you’d better not reply, Bum.”

The guy stares at Namjoon as he says. “For you, anything, my queen. Though, from personal experience, it’s excellent for your late nights and our early mornings. If you know you know,” Bum suggests.

Namjoon slaps the guy’s back with the most sarcastic smile on his face. “Time to go, dude.”

“Starcrossed lovers, that’s our fate, my queen.”

You laugh loudly and Namjoon is a little annoyed. “All the great loves are those that never happened, Bum.”

“Guys, I’m literally right here!?” Namjoon says, embarrassed and just a tad annoyed. “You, get out of my house. And stop trying to seduce my wife.”

“Bum, can you keep an eye on him? Kinda worried I might not be the only sneaky link of his.” You joke about it, but deep down, there’s always a sliver of worry in it. You wouldn’t be surprised if some of his friends were encouraging him to be unloyal to you just because you decided to push forward with your career.

“He’s too busy panting for you to even begin thinking about someone else.” Bum’s putting on his shoes by the door, hushered by Namjoon. His three other friends are similarly getting dressed, laughing at the exchange.

“Literally, Vixen—”

Namjoon looks like he’s baring his teeth at Bum using his nickname for you.

“He’s whipped. We keep him in check, but it’s like guarding a leashed little puppy.”

You giggle, sweet and endeared. “Good. That’s the way I like him.” You lick your lips. “Make sure he doesn’t bare his ass on Instagram.”

“So you’re falling for his little thirst traps?” Bum’s laugh booms in the room and Namjoon wacks him on the head, worried about the neighbours. Also, he doesn’t like admitting that when he posts, he’s thinking about the way you would react when seeing him.

“You know how I am, Bum. I’m always falling for him,” you confess, cheesy and utterly honest at the same time.

Namjoon smiles like the cat who got the cream. “That’s sweet, babygirl. The guys are leaving now. Bye guys,” he says quickly, finally kicking them out.

You try to say bye in return, but you hear the door close and Namjoon is immediately all over you. “Always falling for me, huh?” He heads back towards the sofa. “That’s new.”

“That’s actually so, so old.” You roll your eyes but smile through it anyways.

“You’re my only sneaky link, Vixen. Still got your claw marks all over my back, by the way. Lovely touch.”

“Gotta mark my territory,” you state matter-of-factly.

“Wanna switch this over to a video call?” he suggests, already undoing the first button of his shirt.

“Just so I can be reminded I’m not over there fucking you right?” You snort bitterly. “No way.”

“We could make this our own personal porno,” he suggests, grateful that his trousers are baggy enough to give him extra space around the crotch. “Just a little visual aid.”

“You’re telling me you don’t remember how I rode you last time?” You undo the little bow at the waistband of your pyjama pants, your fingertips tiptoeing around the elastic of your panties.

“Let’s say I wouldn’t mind having a bit more than a memory to hold on to.” As if telepathically connected, he’s also undoing the button and zip of his denim cargos.

“Fair. You usually hold on to my hips while I fuck you.”

He hisses, head thrown back. “And you hold on to my throat when I’ve been an exceptionally good boy.”

A shiver screeches down your torso, then spreads through your midriff and settles somewhere at the small of your back, as if recalling the phantom touch of his hand, of his thumbs imprinting themselves in the twin dimples at the base of your spine. He likes resting his fingers there when he’s taking you from behind. It’s like the little dips were designed for his digits to rest there.

“You’re such a lucky little fucker,” you tease him and he one-ups you,

“I fucking am, but last time I checked you usually sort of profit from it.”

Your sultry laugh is his favourite form of payment — right now he’s richer than he’s ever been.

“Are your hands free, love?”

You let him hang there for a couple long seconds, your breathing heavy. “They’d be freer if you were here,” you tell him. “Maybe not.”

“They’d be all over me, and you know it, little fox.” He purrs as his hand finds a good spot. He’s not yet actually touching himself, but he’s definitely teasing. “Got on a fucking plane for those hands.”

“You flew for twelve hours for these hands.”

“And for that ass,” he adds, quick-witted.

Your laugh is more of a snort. “And that too.”

His zipper is undone, he dips his hand under the waistband of his briefs, shifting it downwards. “For that smart mouth of yours,” he whispers. “Just to kiss it for a bunch of hours.”

“It was very grateful,” you remind him, trying to bluff the fact that your middle finger is now circling your clitoris.

“I remember that.” His heartbeat is starting to accelerate. “I had to stop it from being a little bit too grateful.” He remembers the silky feeling of your hair in between his fingers, the tension in your hand on his thigh as you tried to take more of him. “My birthday girl,” he hums. “And yet, I was the lucky bastard who got presents.” The sight of you in that powder pink corset, with the delicate ruffles, and the feather trims tracing the top of your breasts, palpitating with every single excited breath you took.

It had been like seeing a map of your arousal, goosebumps rising on any inch of skin he had dared lay his eyes on.

“You were so responsive,” he whispered. “You were so fucking wet.”

“You teased me for almost an hour,” you object.

“I’ll have to make it two hours next time then.” He’s throbbing in his own palm, circling his tip, hissing when he hits a too-sensitive spot. “Maybe with the tickler still.”

“It was delightful, I will admit that.” You’re leaning on your hand now, cupped between your thighs. “Wish your face was between my legs.”

“Wish you were sitting on it, baby.” He bites his lip, as if he could recall the feel, the taste of you on his mouth. “Can’t believe it’s been two weeks already.”

“I can’t wait to be home,” you moan.

He can tell you’re touching yourself, from your ragged breathing, and from the way your voice has become more vulnerable, and more impatient too. “I’ll make sure to clear my schedule when you do. We can do that ‘seven days a week’ type of shit.”

You moan and he laughs to himself.

“Are you gonna come for me, my love?” he asks fondly, his voice like a dark caress. “Are you thinking about my mouth fucking you? About my tongue stroking you, feeling how wet and warm and sweet you are?”

“Joon, please,” you beg, a desperate little laugh.

“No need to beg, babygirl. You can have everything you want when you’re with me,” he continues, with his calm, direct voice. “You can take it, love. You can have me deep inside you, and you can suck on my fingers if you’re struggling to keep your voice down.” He’s quickened his own pace, trying to climb as fast as you do. “Or you can be loud, and tell the neighbours who’s making you feel this good.”

“When I get home I want you to mess me up for days. You’re gonna mark me, and make love to me and fuck me and feed me. You’re gonna cuddle me to sleep, then wake me up with your hand between my legs.”

You’re holding your breath as you speak, your high approaching like an incumbent, massive wave.

“I promise, love.”

“Are you coming too?” you ask, and he hums simply.

“I’m close.”

“I want you to fuck me while I sit on your lap.”

“On the sofa?”

“On the sofa, on the floor, in bed, I don’t care.” You gasp, then chuckle as you hit an indecently good angle with your fingers. “I want to hold you as we make love.”

“You will, baby.”

“I wanna whisper in your ear that you’re my one and only. That you’re the only one in the whole world who can get me this good.”

He loves when you get emotional during sex. He loves when you start to ramble and you tell him all those things you usually keep to yourself. “I can’t wait either. I miss you in bed. I miss you at every meal, I miss going to our galleries. I miss every fucking thing.” He’s getting desperate. “And most of all, I miss those eyes on me.”

“I’m coming,” you gasp, out of the blue, the idea of sitting on his lap, naked, making love to him, your mouth clamped around the crook of his shoulder to keep quiet, his hands tracing your back, his eyes looking for yours, for confirmation, for loyalty, for reassurance, for companionship.

“That’s my darling.” He can let go now, and he fucks his hand with intention, with neat powerful jerks. He helps himself with strong thrusts of his pelvis, and precise tugs of his hand too. He grunts when he hears your sweet whimpers on your side of the call, and finally he follows you into pleasure, with the image of your head thrown back, your plump lips agape, your hair tumbling wild behind you as you bounce on him.

He can almost feel the aftertaste of your perspiration on the tip of his tongue.

“Wow,” you say as soon as you manage to recollect yourself.

He’s still sort of numb, his orgasm spilled on his stomach and happy trail. Just a glimpse down and he’s already envisioned the phantom of you studying his semen, lowering yourself to his navel and tracing it with your digit, only to bring it to your mouth to have a taste. He clicks his tongue in disappointment.

“Damn, I wanna cuddle the fuck out of you and you’re too far away.” He reaches for a tissue to clean himself quickly. “I guess that’s why we don’t do this more often. I miss the aftercare.” He pulls himself back in his briefs, then blocks his phone between his shoulder and ear and stands to get rid of the tissue. “How are you feeling, love?”

“Hunting for chocolate.”

“Oh, baby…” He giggles, endeared. “Should I order something for you?”

“No… it’s okay.” You’re a little bit sad, but you try your best not to let it show.”

“Not even those glass beads you’d seen on our favourite website?”

You widen your eyes. “Let’s not make say things we don’t mean now...”

Namjoon laughs fondly. “Thought so.” He waits a little. “We can just talk, by the way. Or you can go grab a toy and we can keep going with this. We could discuss in great details what you intend to do to me once you’re back.”

“We could do that. Or we could video call and you could watch me hump this little thing you got me.”

He grins. “Then let me get comfy. We’ve got quite the night coming up.”

You smile. “We do.”

He hesitates. “We don’t have to, you know? If you don’t want to video call. I’m okay with just hearing you.”

You pause. Your love for him multiplies exponentially in your chest. “Sure we don’t have to. But I want to.”

Namjoon smiles. “Okay.”

“Get comfy, lucky boy,” you tease him.

“I’ll be right there.”

It’s almost six in the morning when you fall asleep. He’s propped the phone right beside him on the pillow and though he’s found himself dropping it a couple times, he’s refused to let go until he was sure you were asleep.

Now he closes the video call and locks his phone, putting it back on the nightstand. He pulls your pillow close, hugging it to his chest, then throws a leg on top of it. He places another pillow in between his legs, where your thighs would normally tangle with his.

He breathes in the vague scent of you left on the bed — not much since the sheets have been changed and he can only smell the laundry scent you normally use, of sandalwood and cedar, warm and spicy.

Twenty-three days.

He can handle it.

He falls asleep with the memory of your body like ivy against his own. Even this far apart, he is and will always be covered in you.

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taesfile · 2 years

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How overprotective are the members with y/n scale of 1-10?

as a collective average probably an 10000 ngl 😭 but each one reacts differently according to the situation. (she/her prns used).

jimin would be a 10, there was a moment when she first debuted where her and yoongi had fought (the first member she was ever opening up to) so she had kind of leaned towards jimin for comfort after that and he accepted (and liked) it 100%. so since then he’s been very watchful over her and how anyone behaves towards y/n.

yoongi is also a 10, though less protective that jimin and more so just there. she’s always like a cm behind him as he puts a protective step in-front of her. after the said fight (between him, jin and you) when you debuted, you definitely strayed further from him and into jimin’s arms and so from then he’s made sure to always be by your side and to have no one hurt you including himself.

jin and taehyung would be about a 9. she actually roommates with tae in an apartment together! so i’d say he’s close enough to have at least a watchful eye but trusts her to not get herself in trouble — similarly so with jin who’s spent most of his time taking care of her as she grew up with them. and while they both trust her, there is this “vibe” check they do where, despite place, always look at her direction and kind of “judge” whoever she’s with to make sure she’s okay.

this might be a shocker but jungkook and hobi are actually 7.5’s. jk is very very possessive, that i can’t deny and he makes sure to always be around y/n, but overly protective? not really. just enough to make sure she’s safe, mostly due to how she’s only two years younger and they share many interests so whatever she likes he mostly does too so nothing to be overly concerned of. hobi on the other hand, while not possessive he’s very observant and so he’d immediately know if she’s in need of help or not; and a lot of the times she’s actually okay and the situation is over exaggerated by one of his members.

joonie would be about a 8 ish. naturally, as the leader and y/n being a maknae, he’s developed a closer sense of care and protectiveness. he’s very wary of his surroundings and now how many people would think, which is why she’s always sitting besides him through interviews or award shows, it gives him comfort knowing that if anything happens then he can be the first to help. but at the same time he loves freedom and simply living, and while some things rub him the wrong way sometimes he never intervened if it makes her happy.

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tanfilms · 1 year

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TANFILMS 🧾

NAVIGATION . . . 🛒

* rules ★ m.list ☆

( WHO &&. WHAT I WRITE ABOUT: book characters ( shatter me, cruel prince, wicked kingdom, grishaverse etc ) BTS, some k-pop and western artists, wednesday the show , harry potter verse / tom riddle / marauders, some k-dramas, the vampire diaries, skam norway & shameless )

bold and italics are the ones i’m focusing on at the moment! so please give me some reqs !!

— do bts 8th member, any scenarios — no pedophilia in any scenarios but i only don’t accept any cnc that involves the fictional characters — i’m not opposed to anything :)

INFJ / english is not my first language so please be mindful of that! my requests are currently — OPEN

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host-club-hq · 1 year

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FUTURE INDEED PLANS

first of all, i wanted to thank everyone for this first part of Indeed's journey! i loved every second of it, it was so amazing to experience this with you all and I'm really glad that everyone seemed to enjoy the majority of the series! although it was mostly self-indulgent (completely self-indulgent), i'm happy i could share it with you all, too

as i have alluded to, this is NOT the end of the indeed, couple or series, that's for sure. i've decided that i am going to make seasons of indeed! we are going to get to see a lot of the indeed!couple's future which will include many ups and downs, and i'm really happy to start working on that

before i start seriously working on it, i am going to focus on other projects such as my other blog, @yoongis-tangerines where i write bts content, and i have already committed myself to two major projects over there recently sooo i gotta focus on those.... but! this blog will still stay active and i will keep writing for the ouran host club bc i love them, and indeed will continue on. although, updates will most likely be much less frequent than this first season because i do not have a script to follow and must follow a plot that i create.

so, i thank you for your continued support and i really appreciate all of you, and i hope you will continue to read indeed and i really hope you enjoy how i continue forward with it!

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bangtanreactionsandscenarios · 2 years

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BTS Reaction - You Asking Them To Shower With You

Post Date: 4th June 2022 TW?: A tiny bit suggestive/ Fluff

Thanks for the request! I hope you like it <3 ______________________________________________________________

J-Hope - *He’d get so excited, doing a little dance, even dancing a little in the shower too*

Rap Monster - *He’d nod the minute you ask, smirk across his face, thinking you’d never ask*

Suga - *He’d play it cool, just so he could see you all naked and covered in bubbles*

Jimin - *He’d get all giggly, not expecting you to ask, nevermind thinking of it. Of course he will though*

Jin - *He’d ask no questions, and would follow you, happy that you asked to be fair*

Jungkook - *He’d get a little cocky, like obviously he’d shower with you. Don’t expect him to behave though*

V - *He’d get so giggle, happily stripping and so excited to see you covered in suds and bubbles*

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strwmnie · 2 years

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hi ☆ welcome to my blog !!

i make bts layouts headers n moodboards. requests are always open but i may not get to them in order so feel free to resend them ♡

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jiinjiinjarra · 5 months

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Hello, this is Jin It’s two hours before my birthday This is something I worked hard on, I’ll leave this here! Hello, this is Jin. A while ago, during our press conference, I said this: “I don’t want to share my sad emotions with our fans. That’s because I only want to show them the happy parts. But when it comes to music, then that’s a different story. Although I don’t want my sadness to come through in my everyday actions, if it’s through music, then I think it’s okay to show it.” Actually, recently I felt a very great sense of burnout, and I think it was because I started thinking a lot about me, myself. After we reached No.1 on the Billboard HOT 100, many people offered their congratulations but I wondered if it was okay for me to receive all this.. To be honest, there are many people who love music more than me and are better than me, so I wondered if it was alright for me to receive all this joy and congratulations.. I had thoughts like these, and as I thought deeper about it, my heart grew heavy and I felt like I wanted to lay it all down. Because of this, I also sought counselling and as the days went by, I tried talking to Bang PD-nim. He asked what I thought about writing these emotions into a song. I replied “I’m not confident that I can do a good job. What if the results turn out subpar, what am I to do? I’ve reached a position where that isn’t allowed…” To that, Bang PDnim said, “those things aren’t important”. But if I did end up working on the song, he said that I’d definitely do really well, and that he’d look for the right people to work alongside me. So that’s how I ended up meeting producer BUMZU hyungnim. I shared my current feelings and a lot of other things with him. He’s a really bright and positive person. He said that he’d help me out and said, “Let’s try to write about all the unease you’re feeling~ If that doesn’t work, we can work something else out”. With his positive energy, I brightened up again. So after all of our conversations, he produced a track on the spot for me from the many emotions I was feeling. I wrote down all of the things I wanted to say in the song and so, Abyss was complete. I wanted to express my thanks once again to BUMZU hyungnim. The song isn’t exactly right for a birthday, it’s a bit too melancholy. But then again, if not on my birthday, it would be hard to find the right time. So this is how Abyss came to be released. ARMYs, please enjoy the song, even if it’s not perfect. ps. Thank you to our leader-nim, who wrote the lyrics to the chorus.

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BTS // Social Media // BANGTAN BLOG // Abyss by Jin // 201203 // 2020

date: 2020-12-03

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#bts #bangtan blog #btsblog #bts blog #bts jin #jin #jinkook #kookjin #jin birthday #jin day #jin bday #kim seokjin #bts twitter #bts twt #BTS_twt

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strawbearytae · 2 years

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request rules fluff= 🌤, angst =⛈, crack =🌝, smut =⚡

↠youth: bts college smau masterlist↞

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clay: jealous! Namjoon x artist! reader, ⛈🌝🌤

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pizza guy: pizza delivery! yoongi x reader 🌤🌝

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question...?: fwb! taehyung x designer! reader⛈🌤⚡

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synopsis: flirting with your crush of 3 years wasn’t something you thought of when first getting twitter, a nasty breakup wasn’t what you expected either… but why is it that after 3 years and loads of droning on self-improvement and trying to become “that” girl , your gym buddy reminds you of the one person you wanted to forget? 🌝🌤⛈

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maniac: ex boyfriend!jjk x reader⛈🌤

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oftenderweapons · 8 months

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Three Sugars | Masterpost

Members: Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Kim Taehyung

Status: Ongoing

Author's Note:

Hello there! Three Sugars is a project that unfolds as a mix of Social Media AU's and traditionally written chapters. It will follow three different main characters and their own storyline after their agreements as sugar babies for each of the Kims. They will be narrated in second person (you, Y/N) form mostly. The main point of view will be stated at the beginning of each chapter.

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taesfile · 2 years

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hi hello! saw that you're taking in ask about y/n and as the self-proclaimed number one simp for them— i have come! what were the initial impressions of her joining the group and how does it differ from their current impressions of her now? besides that, hope you're doing well and enjoying your day/night <33

(are anons okay? if so can i be horanghae anon?)

anons are okay omg i’ve been waiting for one!! and i hope your day is going well too <33

in all fairness i imagined all of them debuting at 2015 with a little story line since it’s an alternate universe, and their discography was changed in my head, but i knew some people would dislike the idea so i’ll speak in terms of her joining in general if that’s okay (pls tell me how you guys feel tho, i love love the idea of all of them debuting at the same time but im not sure if that would be the right thing).

at the beginning they were definitely iffy, and annoyed in a sense but not because they hated her, mostly because they knew they would care for her eventually and it’ll be hard to avoid hate from reaching her.

she got closest to yoongi first, he took the “responsibility” role and she respected it quite quickly, that she never actually questioned how hastily she got close with him. and till now she’s his number one source of comfort. i’ve said that she’s gotten into an argument with jin and yoongi beforehand, after that she’s leaned onto jimin for comfort, and truly? he didn’t mind. he loved having some mini dancer follow him around, and it was a bonus that she were very shy and adorable in his eyes, and to this day he thinks the same.

tae at first thought she was very pretty; quite literally the first thing he said was “you’re so pretty”. he didn’t know boundaries and was very open with skinship and would absolutely never leave her side. y/n eventually melted to him and had to move out with him in a shared apartment. she had him grow confident in things he was insecure about [like his boxy smile :( ] and so that’s where most his content lies.

jungkook and jin were definitely awkward for their own reasons, 1) he does not know how to talk to girls without starting rumours, 2) jin is a huge introvert and couldn’t show his love openly, so it took a while to be where they are now but they had always had her back. however now, you would never see jungkook without y/n; wherever she goes he’s most likely following her too, and quite literally very possessive of her (though he very not so secretly was that way before). Y/n’s relationship with jin has blossomed to where he cherish’s y/nto bits, and while he thinks she’s a complete brat, she’s definitely his favourite and calms him down whenever he gets nervous.

namjoon was some sort of mentor to her, and he took her under his wing quite quickly for the sake of “leadership” though that facade dissolved quickly as he got to know her. he didn’t want to show any sort of skinship towards y/n, he felt as though he would never be any sort of close to her in terms of work and friendship. though if you tell him that now he would laugh at you, he secretly loved having another english speaker with the same interests as him, and right now he enjoys her aura everytime they are together.

y/n had the biggest crush on hobi when first joining, and because of that every minute she spent was most likely with him. he won’t lie, at first it was very awkward and odd for him but later he fell in love with her presence after she’d proven herself through her practice. they’re so close now :(. she supports him through everything and he’s very gentle with her unlike before during dancing etc.

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tanfilms · 1 year

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TANFILMS 🧾

NAVIGATION . . . 🛒

* rules ★ m.list ☆

( WHO &&. WHAT I WRITE ABOUT: book characters ( shatter me, cruel prince, wicked kingdom, grishaverse etc ) bts, wednesday the show, harry potter verse / tom riddle / marauders, some k-dramas, skam norway & shameless )

pronouns are she!they ─── im seventeen.

INFJ / english is not my first language so please be

mindful of that! my requests are currently OPEN.

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webshootrz · 10 months

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joonjoonsmoon · 1 year

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SPARE ME SOME ARMY MUTUALS PLEASE

Hey ARMYs! My names Amelia and im new to tumblr so I’d appreciate some ARMY mutuals!

- im 22

- ot7 but namseok biased

- love to interact

- can be annoying but im nice :)

- please dni/dnf if you’re racist, don’t support lgbtq+ community, or if you’re a minor as I am an adult.

#bts #bts moots #bangtan army #bts army #army moots #Bts mutuals #army mutuals #bangtan sonyeondan #looking for moots #bts blog #bts edits #jhope #hobi

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koreaguides · 2 years

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BTS Busan Tour

1. Busan Citizen Park

This beautiful park was visited by V. Look for this mark on the ground. This is the spot where the photo was taken.

2. Cafe CONFIO

V and his good actor friend Park Bo Gum visited and ordered Korean melon juice.

3. Hoedong Maru

What used to be an elementary school Jimin attended is now an experience center thanks to his generous donation and Busan City Office of Education’s efforts.

4. Nampo Food Alley

5. Baekyang Elementary

Take a look around the school where Jungkook spent his childhood.

6. Dadaepo Beach

This is the beach where Jimin uploaded a vlog back in 2016. Relive the movement by taking a stroll along the beach.

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bangtanreactionsandscenarios · 2 years

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BTS Scenarios - Where Did She Go? ~ Min Yoongi

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"But I want to sit with Y/N on the plane!" Jungkook cries, having a debate with Taehyung and Hoseok on who was going to sit with you on the plane, knowing full well that neither of them will get the chance. Yoongi takes hold of your hand and pulls it up high as he darts evil stares their way. The youngest members and Hoseok flash him a little cheeky grin each as they giggle amongst themselves, you place a soft peck on his cheek as he smiles at you sweetly, making his way down to the plane.

The rows of seats start to fill up as you shuffle to yours, still gripping tight onto Yoongi's hand as you drag him along, putting yourself next to the window as he smiles at how cute you are when you're excited. "I can't wait to spend loads of time with you around your concert schedule! We're going to go to so many places" you squealed, making me laugh at your silliness. "Of course baby," he says softly, putting his earphones in ready for the 2-hour plane ride.

For the 1st week of the touring, you did exactly what you wanted to do, spend time with Yoongi around his schedules, but that slowly got taken away from you each day when it came closer to the end of the second week. Things just changed, and you weren’t sure if it was yourself, him or just the workload in general, but it affected you badly. You understood that touring all the time and constantly doing shows is tiring, but you didn’t even consider how much it would take it out of him, you didn’t realise.

Yoongi comes back to the hotel room throwing his bags down at the end of the bed, making you jump from the thud it made, then he slumped into the chair next to it. His head throws back, resting on the chair as he breathes slowly, tapping the tips of him fingers on the arm rest.

You look over at him, waiting for him to budge, or say something to you but it seemed he’s completely worn out, almost falling asleep on the chair, “Yoongi, why don’t you come to bed?” you softly say with concern in your voice as he lifts his head up to look at you, giving you a shrug before kicking off his shoes and sinking deeper into the chair.

This sits in your head the entire time he stays situated in the chair, you didn’t want to say anything because of how tired he was and didn’t want to start a fight with him. But you couldn’t help let it play in your mind that it creates irrational thoughts, like he doesn’t want you there, that you’re burdening him and just being stressful just being there.

You barely slept a wink as you lay there in bed, Yoongi has already showered and gone to prepare for another show. These thoughts kept you up at night as you watched the minutes tick by on the clock. Within moments, impulsively you packed up your stuff, and sort transport out for yourself to go back home, if he wasn’t going to even cuddle when he comes in from working, what was even the point of being there? these thoughts controlled your every move, not even considering to even notify him that you had gone anywhere. Just got up and left, leaving him clueless to your dissapearence. Until he got back to the flat.

- Time Skip -

After another long, hard and exhausting day, Yoongi stumbles into the hotel room in the early evening, barely scoping it to realise that you weren’t there. He shrugged, “She must’ve made a friend is out with them,” he says to himself, not thinking anything of it, expecting you to come in at somepoint in the night.

He’s sitting at the table, writing some song ideas down in his little composer notebook as he instinctively looked at the time, it was now gone midnight, and you still haven’t arrived back to the flat. Texting the groupchat, he asks his members if they’ve seen you at all since they’ve gotten back to the flat. Neither of them had seen you but Yoongi didn’t seem to worry that much, maybe you were just downstairs? he thought. Getting ready for bed and sleeping ready for the day ahead.

The minute he wakes up, he starts to panick with not seeing you next to him, asleep like you usually would be when he gets up, since he’s usually awake before you would be. He picks up his phone, and spammed your phone with calls, all of which ended up on the answer machine. “Fuck sake, Y/N. Where are you?” he grunts to himself, getting dressed, banging on the members doors, waking them up to let them know you didn’t come back to the flat.

“Fuck, why didn’t I realise? All of her stuff if gone?” he shouted, fustrated with himself for not noticing sooner, where could have you gone?. He paced Namjoon’s room as he trid reasurring him that you must be safe and didn’t asnwer because you were asleep. “Why would she leave without telling me?” Yoongi was so fustrated that his voice broke, trying to hold back any negative emotion that would send him over the edge.

The sound of his phone pinging stopped him in his tracks as he ran to it, picking it up and letting out the biggest sigh of relief, realising you had just messaged him. ‘Morning, I’m at home. Finally noticed then?” you said sarcastically through message, pissing Yoongi off but he bit his tongue, at least you were safe.

“I’ve got to go home, just to ensure she’s alright!” He claimed, as Namjoon nodded, not wanting to tell him not to, otherwise he wouldn’t be alright for tomorrow’s show. “We understand, go home and make sure she’s okay, hyung” Namjoon said softly, patting his shoulder as he leaves to tell the other members of the plan.

- Time Skip -

Within 3 hours, he’s running up to the door of your house, banging on the door waiting for you to answer impatiently. “Okay, okay, I’m coming-” you say, opening the door, your mouth drops to the floor seeing your boyfriend standing right in front of you as he pulls you into a hug, closing the door behind him. His grip was tight, thanking that you were okay and safe but his attitude comes out when he lets you go, “Why the fuck did you do leave withbout saying anything?”, he follows you into the living room where you dropped yourself onto the couch, shrugging your shoulders, dispite knowing exactly why, you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him.

Yoongi started to get wound up as you ignore his question, shrugging your shoulders at him everytime he repeated his question, “I have been worried about you sick all morning when you weren’t next to me in bed in that hotel room!” he exclaims, anger clearly building up as he turns red.

“Because you kept ignoring me the last couple of days that I was up there with you, how about that, Yoongi?!” you fight back verbally, letting it out finally as he stood there, eyes open wide, mouth open in reaction to your words. “Because I felt like i was a burden on you for being there, for the fact you promised we’d spend time together. I get you were tired, but you didn’t even speak to me the last 3 nights!” you continued, tears building up in your eyes as you choke on your words.

“I’m sorry Y/N! But you still could’ve told me that you wanted to come home, or just told me to stop ignoring you full stop! Not get on a plane yourself to come back without telling any of us!” he bites back, making a valid point to your safety and his concerns.

“I’m sorry that I ignored you, I’m sorry that we didn’t spend that much time together in the last few days, we’ve been working so hard with this schedule and I overworked myself to the point of exhaustion, where I want to sleep.” he admits, now taking a seat opposite you as you realise that you were just as bad for working yourself up to the point you leave without explantion.

“I’m sorry I fucked off without telling you,” you apologise, tears turning from anger to pure sadness as he sighs, taking a moment to calm down before moving next to you on the sofa, pulling you into a hug as he plays with your hair, letting you get your emotions out before he says anything else. You put your arms around him tightly, “I’m sorry for being selfish.” you admit, as he pushes you off slightly, using his finger to lift your chin up, “I’m sorry for not remembering my promise to spend time with you” he says sweetly, smiling at you as he kisses your head.

After the apologies, and forgivenesses were exchanged, you cuddle up in bed for a few hours before Yoongi realises the time, “Shit, I’ve got to go back~” he rushes up to get his stuff as you follow behind him, getting dressed and grabbing your stuff, “What are you-” he asks but you kiss him to shut him up, “Coming back to support my boyfriend!” you say, grabbing his hand as you make your way out of the house and back to the hotel room.