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yoongsisbae · 1 year

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BTS (as holidays)

Because I’m feeling nostalgic

Jungkook is Halloween. A fright followed by sweet laughter and a hug and kiss to raise your heartbeat even higher. Late nights out prowling the darkness, because it’s just you and him while the world is asleep. You happiness can scream, because you’re not scared to show your love for each other under the black of night. He grabs you by the waist walking down a dark alley, pulls you into a spin under the stars, and you screech in a fit of giggles. His lips are as sweet as candy, his touches make you shiver. He kisses all your fears away, smiles devilishly against your mouth. “Boo, I love you.”

Taehyung is New Year’s Eve. The rush of anticipation courses through your veins when he holds you in his arms. His smile is as bright as fireworks, eyes twinkling when he looks down at you. He hugs you tight in the cold night air after drinks, arms running up and down your shoulders in loving gesture to warm you, but his lips work even better at the task. Taehyung’s love feels new every single day, you’ll never get tired of the fire behind his kisses. He bellows out your name followed by, “I love you!” You grab his outstretched arms hurriedly, shushing him, laughing, not really caring about the scene he makes. He’s too mesmerizing, makes you feel special, younger. He holds you tight, moving in a dance and you follow shyly, letting him twirl you. He asks you if you trust him and your lips curve into a smile. 3, 2, 1…

Jimin is Valentine’s Day. You’re enamored, wondering how is there so much love in one man alone? Affection in his smile, his soft voice, his loving eyes, so much love. A fuzzy blanket full of warmth on a February morning, your favorite drink steaming next to you, his body snuggled against your back asking if you're okay. A day in the park, drinking and laughing, fingers woven together, his chin on your shoulder, singing you a soft song in your ear. A night out in fancy clothes, food beautifully presented and tasting so good, his hand on your thigh, his chin tilted towards you, a grin so wide and laughter so sweet. Every day, it’s love.

Namjoon is Chuseok. So thankful you found each other, Namjoon feels like the family you’ve always wanted. He envelopes you in his arms, appreciative for every moment that had to occur to bring you and him together, a serendipitous encounter blooming into a love stronger than anything you’ve ever felt before. You feel lucky to have him, on days you sit shoulder to shoulder working on different projects but still enjoying each other’s company, even on gloomy days when the branches of your love grow wilted leaves, his roots are strong enough to keep you grounded. He cherishes you, lays soft kisses upon your knuckles, a devoted man. He takes you to the top of a summit to look out at the coppery landscape, the sight makes you think of your place in the world, how you belong by his side. He kisses your forehead, whispers “Thank you, baby,” and bends down, landing on one knee...

Hoseok is Holi. When you see him, life once dull becomes injected with vividness. Instantaneous, love-at-first-sight, bright smiles, loud laughter, hands unable to keep to themselves, an infatuation with each other that burns white hot fire through your veins. Two very different beings, North and South poles, a magnetic love that has you conjoined at the hip, wanting to spend every waking moment together. You live in a technicolor state of happiness, blossoming emotions that makes you want to cheer and dance. His thumb drags across your skin, a kaleidoscope of sensations erupts as your bodies press together. A love bite, hearts beating in sync, a cheeky smile that colors your world. You’re falling hard already, captivated by everything he does, every touch he gives you. Your feelings are only just blooming, yet, the result, will become the most beautiful sight ever witnessed.

Yoongi is Lunar New Year. He was always there, until he wasn’t, and then you both realized what you needed was in front of you all along, a new beginning to a story, one that speaks not only of friendship, but of love. A new phase, a new chapter, and new shift in feelings. A love letter written, read out loud softly with eyed cast down, giving him courage to say all the things he wanted to tell you for so long. Your heart glows, sparking with each brave confession. Your best friend, your north star, your guiding light, your only regret was not seeing it sooner. You left your answer on his cheek, a red lip print. Tomorrow, everything will be better, now that he knew you loved him too.

Seokjin is Christmas. His presence is all you need, nothing fancy, just pajamas and socks in the kitchen, singing to songs like two carolers, a pair of lovebirds nesting for the winter. Cooking together as a couple, the oven heat warms the household, but it’s his laughter that provides the real warmth, Seokjin’s sweetness could melt the iciest snow. He makes you laugh, moves around you laying a hand on your hip, and you look at him from the corner of your eye and joy fills your heart. He catches your eyes and winks and the thought crosses your mind, “I could marry this man.” He leans over you to watch you chop, guiding your hand expertly, cozy against you. He lets you take the first taste, fixated on your reaction. You light up, cheerful and bright, egging him on to try it too. He doesn’t show his worry, qualms that it…he…might not be good enough, only smirks and raises his brow as if to say, of course it’s perfect, we made it together, and together we are miraculous.

[masterlist|as kisses|as drinks]

#bts imagines #namjoon fluff #seokjin fluff #yoongi fluff #hoseok fluff #jimin fluff #taehyung fluff #jungkook fluff #bts fanfic #bts au fanfic #getting back in the swing of things

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elizaellwrites · 4 days

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In my WIP Ruin, it's dark and depressing and terrible

But... it's improved by the not-so-buddy pair of an ex-soldier and a member of the ex-royal family learning to tolerate each other so they don't both die in an occupied homeland. On the run from being found by their enemies, they pick up strays while trying to dodge rogue survivors and find a place for their new group of misfits to be safe.

#on the flip side of Legacy of the Fallen #Ruin #currently working on part 3 #writeblr #one of my wips #getting back in the swing of things

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weirderscience · 1 year

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putting effort into sorting out this timeline i see

#story: world's a stage #getting back in the swing of things #labz.txt

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tiger-lily-warren · 2 years

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10, 16, 24 for writer asks!! 💖

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

Yes. I have been haunted by works. My own and other peoples. There’s a poem that I cannot find, I know that I have read it many times, and that an ex partner sent it to me years ago and I literally cannot find it anywhere it haunts me. My own works that haunt me are pieces that come back again, and again. Stories that change until they’re comfortable enough to put themselves down on the page. I have some characters and stories that have been with me for longer than I’ve known some people in real life. They’ve outlived friendships and jobs, and so far at least three cars. Their haunting is less maddening, more gentle; like a friend who calls now and then to check in, to tell me how their life has changed, and I’m always happy to hear what they have to say.

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark? Would you be shocked if I said a Knife? I mean, weird is relative, right? I’ve used so many things, bottle openers, knives, um, sealing wax, a pair of sunglasses...I feel like the most mundane thing I’ve ever used was probably a shoelace.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

I do a lot of prep actually. I love to research. I’ll illustrate using one of my current WIPs: I’m creating a ghost town that could theoretically exist. To do that I’m looking at the locations of actual ghost towns in the US, what it’s like to live in a Ghost Town, what it’s like to work for a state park, what it’s like to do conservation and historical restoration, etc.

The other branch of research I’m doing is when the mining boom was in the westward expansion, why towns were abandoned, what life was like, most common causes of death, religious affiliations, etc.

I love doing research, and I love figuring out how to put it all together to make a cohesive story. The hope is if I do it right you’ll be able to feel the wind coming up from the valley and hear the wives of the miners talking about what they’re gonna do for the Easter fete, all of them none the wiser they’re a week out from disaster.

#asks answered #From Wing!!#Getting back in the swing of things #@wingsonghalo

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the-shy-wolf · 7 days

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Guy ate his own pants

#my art #werewolf #furry #pierce #trying to get back in the swing of things

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chipper-smol · 2 months

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my foolish child went and found a featherless biped as a pet and now I have to fend off every threat on land because the stupid thing can't fly

#myart #dragon #dragons #real loosy sketch #trying to get back in the swing of things

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alrightberries · 5 months

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nitroglycerine | k.bkg

SUMMARY: "you wonder if katsuki's using part of his quirk— if this is what his nitroglycerine feels when it activates: warm in his hands, before it explodes."

alternatively, the weird in between of fuck buddies to lovers.

TAGS & WARNINGS: idiots to lovers, implied sex, both of you are bad at feelings

"do you like me, katsuki?"

katsuki looks good tonight, you think. out in the balcony, bathed in moonlight and the soft glow from the lights of his room. the left side of his hair's bedhead mussed from where he'd slept next to you and he's wearing your hair tie on his wrist, hands nursing the #1 sexiest hero mug you'd gotten him as a gag gift for christmas two years ago that he swore he'd throw away.

he looks good tonight, you think, marked with little pieces of you. he looks like he's yours.

"fuck's that supposed to mean?" he doesn't answer the question, and you bite back a smile at the red tinting his cheeks. you tell yourself it's from the cold.

"c'mon," you nudge him with your shoulder. "do you like me?"

"no, you're annoying."

"oh, fuck you—"

"—again? you're greedy tonight aren't ya."

your cheeks warm. "that's not what i meant and you know it."

his shoulders shrug the slightest, and the teasing smirk he gives you feels far too close to a smile, one that he hides when he takes a sip from his hot chocolate.

"do you like me?" you repeat your question. this time he sighs, like the drama queen he is.

"yes, alright?" katsuki realizes too late that his words are a little too airy, a little too soft to be a snarky reply, so he amends it with "wouldn't let you mark me up if i didn't."

it's then that your eyes drop to the hickeys on his neck, trailing down his bare chest and disappearing into the hem of his sweats. you know you're no better with the finger shaped bruises on your thighs and the bite marks underneath your— his shirt.

you don't know why you like marking each other up so much. maybe it's because you both need to keep your lips preoccupied. katsuki doesn't like kissing, says it's too intimate for a friends with benefits situation. you've slept together, yes, multiple times, but you've never been... intimate, with him.

(that's a lie, your brain supplies. he's held you close late at night, fully clothed and feeling like putty in his arms when you tell him a shitty a joke that has him barking out a laugh, vibrations on his chest reverberating against your cheek; he's taken you out on not-dates, telling you to dress pretty, i'll pick ya up at seven and ended the night not in his bed but on his kitchen counter, with his sleeves rolled up and a cocky grin on his face when your eyes light up after he feeds you a spoonful of the lasagna he's cooking because he decided the restaurant couldn't make good food to save its life. he's the friend you sleep with every now and then, sure... but you haven't been just friends for a while now.)

you hum at his response, and it's followed by a light shake of your head. "i knew you'd say that," you mumble.

"if you knew what i'd say then what was the point of asking?"

you shrug. "wanted to hear it come from you."

he only nods in lieu of a reply, and you silently take the mug when he offers it to you, content when the hot chocolate warms your body before handing it back to him.

it's when he's taking a sip that you decide to ask, "do you love me?" and katsuki nearly spits out his drink. you're laughing and staring at him with amused eyes, and he's trying not to choke with a mutter of what the hell, y/n before he gathers his composure.

then he's tossing your question around his head and he looks at you. really looks at you.

your eyes look pretty tonight, he thinks. bare faced and smelling like his sheets, wearing the first shirt you saw when you opened his closet. he didn't bother telling you it was his favorite, not when you looked at him so sweetly when you asked him if you could borrow it, brain taking one look at you in his clothes and immediately deciding that this version of you is the sexiest and he can't help the way his hands are drawn to your waist, nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck and almost purring when he realizes he can smell his laundry detergent and soap mixed with your scent.

and yeah, your eyes look pretty tonight, he thinks. your eyes look pretty when they're only looking at him.

"no."

"you don't?"

"i don't."

there's a gust of wind that surrounds you, and he pulls you closer when he notices you shiver, mug forgotten on his little table. he's warm— unfairly so— when he brings his arms on either side your body, trapping you between the metal railing and his chest. when you risk a glance at him, red eyes are staring into yours, and your heart just about stops, all the air knocked from your lungs from the way he looks at you.

and then you compose yourself, lips curling into what you hoped was a teasing smile.

"liar."

"m'not lying,"

"you sure?"

"if you knew what i'd say then what was the point of asking?" he repeats his question from earlier. so you shrug, turning away from him and his intense gaze as you murmur, "wanted to hear it come from you."

there's a beat that passes, and katsuki's body is still behind you. you could almost hear the conflict in his head, his internal debate. one side wins over the other, you think, because your heart nearly jump out of your chest when the arms that were once beside your body suddenly find their way around your waist, and he rests his chin on your shoulder with a sigh.

"maybe if you ask properly," he finally responds, his warm hands finding your cold ones. you hope he doesn't notice the way your pulse speeds up at his touch.

"okay," you murmur, suddenly aware of just how close katsuki really is. you'd been close to him before, underneath his sheets. but it was never... intimate, like this. his face was never pressed into your neck, like this. his hands were never holding yours, like this.

and there's— there's a warmth in your chest, one you tell yourself is there because of how close he is. katsuki feels so warm pressed up against you and you're dizzy from the way his smell fills your senses, could feel his heart beat from where it's pressed against your back. you wonder if katsuki could feel yours, too; your heart, the way it's beating so fast you're sure it's going to explode. briefly, you wonder if katsuki's using part of his quirk— if this is what his nitroglycerine feels when it activates: warm in his hands, before it explodes.

"bakugou katsuki," you announce teasingly, biting back a smile when you feel him scoff. "do you love me?"

it was meant to be a joke, at first. asking him. like asking him stupid stuff like would you love me if i was a worm? but now that it's out there— properly, like he'd said— it feels a little too real, a little too soon. cheeks feeling a little too warm for the cold air of the night, gaze a little too warm to be just a friend.

you aren't sure if you'd be heartbroken or relieved if katsuki said no— properly, like he'd said. you could laugh it off, write it off like the joke it was meant to be and you could go back to being... whatever the hell it is you two are. maybe this time you bit off more than you could chew, maybe you should've backed off when you still could and take back your question, crawl back into his bed before you actually do feel what his nitroglycerine does before it happens: warm in his hands, before it explodes in your face.

but you've never been good at knowing what's bad for you.

"well?" you murmur at his silence, "do you?"

"you want the good answer or the real answer?" his question makes your heart drop. it's a cold douse of water to your face, and suddenly you can feel the chilly air again, hands too cold for your own good. it's nitroglycerine, exploding in your face.

"well?" he murmurs when your reply takes too long for his liking. then he's leaning in, somehow making the already small space between you even smaller, and his eyes glance down to your lips. your heart begins to race again.

maybe it's the way he's looking at you that makes you feel brave, brave enough to glance at his lips, too, before you murmur, "the real answer."

your heart's in your throat and his heart's on his sleeve, but katsuki doesn't reply. instead, his hand's on your cheek and your eyes are fluttering shut, lips tingling at the sear of his kiss. only this time, it's katsuki who feels it— what nitroglycerine feels like: warm in your touch, explosions on his lips.

#lil warm up to get back into the swing of things #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader

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tangledinink · 6 months

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