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augustbutwinter · 2 years
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i know a place | pjm
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pairing: jimin x reader (no gendered pronouns) genre: pre-f2l / unrequited crush / hurt, comfort rating: teen wc: 1,1k warnings: feelings of being not enough/too much, self-doubt, kind of past-toxic relationship
Summary: I hate how you talk to yourself is what you want to tell him. It’s not weak if you want to be held.
a/n: title taken from my #1 comfort song: MUNA - I know a place // this is not beta-read
a/n2: Hi anon! I’m so sorry that it took me almost a year to fill your request for this. I hope you’re still around to see this! Funnily enough I received two asks with the same song, one for Yoongi, one for Jimin. Yoongi’s drabble can be found here.
The prompt was: Maisie Peters - Take care of yourself, I would like to ask for it with Jimin [find the full ask here]
This is part of my Milestone Drabble Requests from last summer. Find the Masterlist here.
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You’re already expecting him to ring the bell, so you’re at the door within seconds to buzz him up and open the door as well as your arms for him to fall into.
“She broke up with me,” his words are just a whisper against your neck, and you can feel wetness bloom on the collar of your shirt.
 You grit your teeth, tension running up your jaw, anger rising up in you like a burning flame, threatening to spill out words that you might regret later. So you hold him a little tighter and draw him into your apartment.
Once you’ve sat him down on your sofa, you rush to the kitchen to get some water and soju into him, to hydrate and ease.
“Ah, I’m stupid.” He chokes out a laugh that sounds more like a sob and the smile on his face looks more like a grimace. Even with snot in his nose, and puffy red eyes, he’s beautiful. You know you shouldn’t notice it, but you do.
“I should have seen it coming. I mean, she’s so far out of my league,” he hiccups.
She’s not! You want to scream. You’re out of her league. You’re so far out of everyone’s league! But instead you grab his hand and squeeze tight, and do what a friend would do. You listen.
“I mean, she’s right. I’m weak. I’m not strong. I’ll never have the physique like the guys she admires. I’ll never have the money to treat her right. She says I could never give her everything she needs, because I’m too needy.”
Fury bubbles in you like lava in a volcano’s crater and bile leaves a sour taste in your throat. How did she manage to trample on his confidence and tear him down? How does she dare?
Right now there’s nothing left to see of your best friend. Not his brilliant smile that makes his eyes disappear, not the confident dancer who makes the hardest turns look like a piece of cake. Nothing left of the person that puts others before himself, just a puddle of misery and self-doubt.
“I’m stupid, stupid, stupid to think that I could be enough for her. That I could be enough for anyone.” His sobs grow frantic, and you can’t stop the tears starting to fall from your eyes as well.
You bite your tongue. When he texted you and asked if he could come over, you were ready to tell him to finally leave her. That he deserved someone who would treat him right. Not someone who would belittle him, make him feel small, order him around.
Someone who would love and cherish him the way he deserved. Someone who would be his partner, his lover and his friend.
You had wanted to tell him that it could be you. But tonight is not the night for a grand romantic confession. Tonight he needs a friend.
“Oh, Jimin, no, no, no.” You put your arm around his frame and pull him closer. “She’s full of shit, she’s always been full of shit. You’re perfect, she is the one who didn’t deserve you.”
He sighs. And you know him. That was his I don’t believe a word you’re saying-sigh.
You flick his head gently, which earns you a wet chuckle, and a squeeze to your hand.
I hate how you talk to yourself is what you want to tell him. It’s not weak if you want to be held.
His head is leaning heavy on your shoulder on a dark patch that is growing bigger still
“I don’t want to go home tonight,” he confesses with a sniffle. "She’s there everywhere. And I don’t want to think about her tonight. Can you help me take my mind off her tonight? I swear, tomorrow I’ll do the healthy thing.”
He sits up a little and downs a shot of soju, wincing at the taste, but filling up his glass again nevertheless, downing yet another shot.
“Yeah, I can do that.” You press a kiss to the side of his forehead and he closes his eyes for a second.
“Come on, let’s go.” You take his hands and pull his body from where he sits slumped on the couch. “I know just the place.”
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The colourful lights, the pumping beat and some more soju work their magic, and as he lets the music flow through him, you breathe a little lighter.
There’s a glimmer of Jimin shining through as he dances with his eyes closed. This is his happy place. It’s yours, too. It’s the place you take each other when you’re hurt. This is your place.
When you look into his face, you find him looking back at you, an expression in his eyes that makes your breath hitch in your throat.
“Dance with me?”
You nod, and let his arms pull you closer until your bodies almost touch and you sway together to the melody.
You close your eyes for a second and let the music take over. You feel his body against yours and revel in his warmth, in his breath on your cheek, in his hands on your hips, drawing circles, wandering lower, making heat spark deep down in your belly. You almost forget where you are; this could as well be a figment of your imagination.
It’s so soft, you almost miss it. A sigh of your name and his lips against your throat.You feel so good. Help me forget her? Ease my mind? Let me make you feel good?
It would be so easy to give in. Let his hands wander to where he wants them. Let your hand grab the loops on his jeans that hug his thighs just right and pull him closer to you. Take him back home to your bed. Cherish him, make him forget, make him yours.
But he doesn’t need a rebound fuck
He needs a friend, you remind yourself.
“Not tonight, Jimin.”
You don’t want to be his rebound fuck. If anything, you want to be more.
You push him away gently, not letting go of his hands though, to make sure he understands you’re not pushing him away. You’re just giving him space. Giving him space to relearn how to take up space.
He nods, and pulls you back to him. A sloppy kiss is pressed to your forehead. Thank You.
Someday, you promise yourself. Someday when his wounds have healed. But tonight you’re happy just to dance with him. To be his friend. But someday you’ll tell him.
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Ⓒaugustbutwinter 2022  (Please don’t repost. If you like it, reblog it, leave a heart, drop me an ask or a message. I’d love to hear from  you!)
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augustbutwinter · 2 years
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Hi! If no one has asked for Maisie Peters - Take care of yourself, I would like to ask for it with Jimin <3 (I love Maisie so much! And our boys too, of course)
Dear anon! I’M SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK ME FOREVER!!!
But here it finally is. i know a place
Thank you so much for sending this in, I love this song so much and it is perfect inspiration for soft angsty hurt comfort drabbles.
I added another song that is really comforting to me to my playlist while writing, which was MUNA’s “I know a place”.
I hiope you’re still around to read the drabble. And sorry again that it took me so long!
LOVE, august
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augustbutwinter · 3 years
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copycat | pjm
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Dear, dear Hana ( @cutechim​). Thank you so much for sending in a request. This was a delight to write, I hope you like it!
title: copycat
pairing: park jimin x reader
wordcount: 445 words
genre: single parents!au, FLUFF
warnings: i’m not paying for any toothaches.
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“I’m calling you Daisy from now on,” Jimin’s son declares with a wistful look on his freckled face. “Because your face is as round and as pretty as the daisies that grow on the side of the road.”
Your daughter smiles brightly at the boy, the giant gap in her upper row of teeth on full display and hands him a cracker that she has already taken a bite of. He accepts the headless giraffe with a blinding smile of his own.
“By the way,–” From your scrunched up position in the miniature chair you lean your upper body halfway over the colourful kid’s table – tiny teacups filled with orange juice and small plates with cut up fruit and animal crackers – to make your voice carry over to Jimin.“–how is it that your son is so good at sweet talking, she never shares her treats with me? And how did my daughter manage to score a date with a Park, before I have?”
“What do you mean? You’re telling me this is not a double date?” he asks, his eyes wide with mock outrage. “You’re telling me, we’re just third and – well – fourth wheeling?” You grin.
“You’re wounding me.” He feigns to sink into himself – all the while trying not to slide off of the small chair – clutching his chest, as if your words had fatally injured him. “Now I really have to gather up courage to ask you out for real, don’t I?”
His eyes grow tender and you feel your heart speed up. “Park, don’t you go all soft on me now.” You look down on your hands, suddenly growing shy.
A monkey with a bitten off tail is placed on the table in front of you.
You both know, it’s not a question of if but rather of when.
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“Dad, can Daisy and her ma come over again – soon?” Jimin presses a kiss onto his son’s forehead, a smile spreading over his face, as the boy’s eyes flutter shut, before he can hear his father’s response – Yes, I hope we’ll see a lot more of them in the future.
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“Ma?” Your teenage son looks up from his algebra homework sitting next to his sister who doodles hearts and the name of her crush onto her notebook, as you and your husband prepare dinner. “When did you and Dad fall in love?”
“Well….let me tell you the story of when we went on a double date with you and your sister….”
A duet of high pitched wailing and barfing sounds accompany your manic laughter, as your husband envelopes you in a tight hug, and whispers “I love you, you evil, evil woman.”
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Ⓒaugustbutwinter 2021  (Please don’t repost. If you like it, reblog it, leave a heart, drop me an ask or a message. I’d love to hear from  you!)    
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augustbutwinter · 3 years
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taking care | myg
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title: taking care
pairing: yoongi x reader
summary: ‘no days off” is not a flex.
wordcount: 823 words (including lyrics)
genre: sfw songfic, established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst
warnings: includes themes of (mental) exhaustion, overworking oneself 
a/n: @inkofyoongi​, my dear Vale! Thank you for requesting this song for Yoongi. I hope you like this! And dear anon, who also requested this song but for another member. It is in the works. I received two asks mere minutes from another with a request for this song - it must be fate, the song will make another appearance in another drabble.
lyrics are all from Maisie Peters “take care of yourself”
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And you try, and you try, and you're trying
But the burden is heavy and overgrown
And God knows that we all get tired
It's a long night when you do it on your own
The bright white light of the fridge flickers, as you regard its contents with a frown. A half empty bottle of water. Two cans of cold brewed coffee. And a single sad looking tomato. You close the door.
“Babe, when was the last time you went grocery shopping?” There’s no answer. You frown. He gets sucked into work, it’s nothing new. It’s especially bad when a deadline approaches, and this one is major. But this has to be the worst it has ever been.
You walk to the room that serves as his office. 
“Yoongi?” There’s no sign that he has even heard you. In the blue light emanating from the big curved screen in front of him the shadows under his eyes look almost black. His cheeks, which you love, are not round these days, they are sunken in and ashen. “This is unacceptable,” you mumble under your breath.
“This is not working!” Louder. You turn around and leave. The apartment door falls shut behind you with a loud crash. Yoongi’s eyes bore into his screen, wide and shocked and frozen. 
 All these things we hide behind
Let's not do that, you and I
 The street lanterns have turned on their cold white shine when you turn the key and you step back into your boyfriend’s apartment. Key in one hand, you juggle bags of groceries on your arm and your suitcase in the other.
“Yoongi?” You ask the dark.
You find the man in question sitting on the floor in front of the open fridge, which bathes the room in an eerie atmosphere, staring blankly ahead.
Dropping on your knees in front of him, an apple rolls from the bag you have all but forgotten.
“Are you okay? Is it your project? Did the program glitch again?” He’s been working so hard, you couldn’t bear seeing him losing any of it.
He shakes his head slowly, while his eyes refocus on you.
You check his face, his hands. “Are you okay, are you hurt?”
When he speaks, his voice sounds hoarse, as if he had been screaming or crying.
“I thought you left me.”
“What?” You shake your head in disbelief. “Why would I do this? Why would I leave when you need me the most?” 
He looks at you, hope in his eyes. “You’re not leaving? But you said….you said, this wouldn’t work. That this was unacceptable…” His gaze lowers to his hands. “I would have understood, I’ve been working too much, I haven’t given you anything that you deserve…”
Dark eyes follow you, as you push up to your feet, taking the bags of groceries up with you.
“I’m not leaving. I’m moving in,” you declare to his absolute surprise while you calmly put the fruit into a bowl and the veggies into the fridge.
 Take a breath and take your time
Hold my gaze, and we'll be fine
 Later you sit on the couch, his head on your lap, your fingers in his hair. You had hoped he would just fall asleep at least for a little nap, but you can still feel the energy cursing through him, as if he’d jump up any second and run back to his desk.
“Yoongi?” He hums in acknowledgement of his name. “You don’t have to push through this alone. I’m in your corner, I’ll always be in your corner.” 
With your hand you turn his face slightly towards you, so you can look him right in the eyes. “Hey, I love you. And we’ll get through this together.” You lean down to kiss his nose and boop it once. “There’s no ‘I’ in ‘team’. We’re in this together, right?” Some of the tension finally releases from his shoulders.
“Yeah,” he sighs. “We are.”
“Yoongi.” Your tone is turning serious now, though. There’s more you need to say. “No days off is not a flex. I need you to understand this.”  And you know he knows, but you need him to really know it. 
“I’m doing this now. But you need to promise me to take care of yourself as well. This is nothing I can do for you on my own. You need to want this as well. Work with me here.”
A tear escapes your eye and lands on his cheek. Even though you’d been joking about this earlier, you’re aware that if he doesn’t, this really won’t work in the long run. And you really want it to.
He squeezes your hand. “I will.” He squeezes harder, almost a little desperate. “I want this, too.” He pulls your hand to his lips and presses a kiss onto your skin in a promise.“I really want this, too,” he whispers into the quiet. 
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augustbutwinter · 3 years
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it’s love (actually) | ksj
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Dear @bangtanhome​. Thank you so much for your ask and your request (that I - or rather tumblr - accidentally deleted, I’m sorry!) You asked for “Well, this is awkward.” with Seokjin. And I agree, it fits him well. I hope you like it! 
title: it’s love (actually)
pairing: kim seokjin x reader
wordcount:  914 words
genre: christmas fluff, friends to lovers, inspired by the movie “love actually”
warnings: it’s a christmas fic. sorry. (sorry for the poor banner quality...)
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Steps on the other side of the door. Your heart almost jumps out of your chest, beating faster than is probably healthy.
You take a step away. Better safe than sorry. You don’t want to be hit in the face by a door. Snowflakes find a home on your knitted beanie, the shoulders of your coat and your eyelashes.
Phone in one hand, notebook in the other, you hold your breath when the door finally opens.
"You?! What are you doing here…?" His surprised tone almost lets you falter.
Courage! Don't overthink. Do.
Lifting your index finger up to your lips in the internationally acknowledged sign for 'be quiet', you use your other hand to press the play button on your phone and Wet Wet Wet's 'Love is all around' starts to play. His eyes widen and you lower your head. If you look into his face one second longer, you’ll let your doubts get the better of you.
You hold the notebook up in front of you and turn to the first page on which you have written:
I know this seems strange
Your fingers shake a little as you turn the page.
but i just had to do this
Thankful that he isn’t interrupting, your determination grows.
Please don’t judge me
A grin makes it to your face, because you know what the next page will say.
...or my song choice
The little laugh you hear from the person across from you, makes warmth flow into your cheeks. You know you both think about last year when the two of you - terribly drunk on mulled wine - had decided the sidewalk in front of your house would make a perfect karaoke bar.
I just think…
The next page. You feel yourself wanting to look up.You want to see his face, his beautiful face. The face of the person who has grown to be so much more to you than just a friend. The one that has filled in the blanks you didn’t even know existed.
you’re...
You look up and see him look intently onto the notebook. You turn the page.
wonderful...
A smile makes its way to your lips, as you see his eyes widen. No matter how this ends, you’ll cherish this memory forever. He needs to know these things.
extra-ordinary, smart, funny - a beautiful soul. Inside and out.
His eyes meet yours for a split second, then he looks back down to your notebook. You turn the page and look down, too. The next pages are the ones why you did this in the first place.
And I ...
This is it. Your fingers rest on the paper for a moment. No way back now.
...like you.
You have drawn a small heart next to the words to leave no doubt about the interpretation of the word. But just to be sure.
I like like you.
A deep breath. You did it.
You don't have to say anything.
I just needed to let you know this.
The song is over, the last page of your notebook turned. This is it. You shot your shot. This is it. The ball’s in his court now.
This. Is. It. Now, lift your head up and receive a rejection. But: Be proud, you put yourself out there.
What you don’t expect is Kim Seokjin’s tender smile directed at you.
“Well, this is awkward,” he says and you want a hole to open up and swallow you completely. Only now you realize that he is dressed up nicely in his good coat, with the scarf you got him for his last birthday. He also has a small bouquet of flowers in his hand. White and pink, bound by a cute ribbon that he has tied himself. You’d recognise that shitty technique anywhere.
This is it. The worst case scenario. He’s on the way to a date and he’s gonna be nice about this, and you'll feel even worse about the whole thing. Congratulations, this is what you get for being bra-...
“I was just on my way to you.”
You reckon you look like a goldfish, mouth opening and closing without a sound coming out. What does he mean?
Your brain tries to come up with a logical reply or anything at all, but all that it produces is “Huh?”
His smile turns bright, and you think you might turn blind from it.
“Because it is you! It is you who - in my humble - opinion is the most wonderful and funny and smart person, and I-” his voice grows a little lower as he steps closer to you “- didn’t want to wait any longer to tell you this.” He takes one of your freezing hands in his, and lets his thumb run over your skin. “But you,” he huffs out a laugh under his breath and meets your eyes. “...you were one step ahead of me.” His eyes grow tender, and you feel a lump grow in your throat. “ You always are, and…” Seokjin bites his lip. “I think, I love you for it.”
Tears run over your face in all earnestness now, and you sniffle. He laughs, and starts wiping away your tears from your face with his thumb. His fingers feel warm on your cheeks, as he uses his other hand to pull you towards him and your heart almost jumps out of your chest, beating faster than is probably healthy.
“Can I kiss you now?”
You nod, your smile lighting up this cold December night.
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Ⓒaugustbutwinter 2021  (Please don’t repost. If you like it, reblog it, leave a heart, drop me  an ask or a message. I’d   love to hear from you!)  
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augustbutwinter · 3 years
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YAY FOR UR MILESTONE U DESERVE IT SWEET AWGUST!!!!!!! my drabble request is for my favorite rose coloured couple + “Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” oorrrr alternatively one of them finally pops the "b my boy/girlfriend" question uwu
Dearest Mai, your wish is my command. Thank you so much for requesting this! I love this couple (AND YOU!) so much!
And as for this drabble, this is pure tooth rotting fluff, and I hope you like it!
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title: pay up (or alternatively: questions)
pairing: jungkook x reader
wordcount: 455 words
genre: fluff, pg, no warnings (one use of profanity is still pg, right?)
fic: rose coloured  (read on AO3)
masterlist: milestone drabbles (link will be added later)
You’re kneeling in the hallway tying the laces of your sneakers as slow as you can. Are you ready to end this evening this way? No. The questions burning on your tongue beg you to let them out.
It’s been the best third first date that you’ve ever had. How do you even count these strange “dates”? Does a four hour long phone call on Valentine’s Day count? Does a surprise breakfast the day after count? You’re not sure, but this thing tonight definitely was a date though. 
(Jungkook had cooked for you. And made everything from scratch. From fucking scratch. From the masa for the tortillas to the pico de gallo. Super yummy but not very sexy, as the stains on your shirt and his pants attest. 
After dinner you patted your belly, a sigh leaving your mouth. Jungkook’s mouth stretched into a satisfied grin.
“Told ya, I could top the breakfast delivery.” 
“Oh, you definitely did. I feel like I’m bursting...or like I’m at least six months pregnant. Congratulations, it’s a burrito.” He snorted.)
Not very traditional, but Jungkook thinks this is the best date he has ever had, and he’s not ready for it to end. Not when you’ve both been skirting around certain topics the whole evening.
He leans on the doorframe and watches you with a contemplative look in his eyes. This might be a bit forward, but he hopes that when you leave tonight, he can change your contact in his phone.
“So,are you really gonna leave without asking the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” 
You regard him with a long stare, calculating your next words. Which of the two questions on your mind should you ask?
“Do you still have it?” He raises one eyebrow at you. Silver peaking through a streak of hair.
“Really? That’s your question?”
“Yeah.”
“The answer is gonna cost you.”
You shrug. You’re prepared to pay.
Jungkook points to his cheek. “I’ll take my payment in advance.” You roll your eyes, but motion him down to you nevertheless. You hook your fingers between the buttons of his flannel shirt and pull him towards you to press your lips to his cheek. Underneath your lips you feel his cheeks curve into a wide smile.
“Yes, I still have it.”
A mischievous grin appears on your face.
“What’s your price?”
His face falls. “You’re not serious.”
“Hell yeah, I am. Now that I know it still exists…” Your grin widens. “Name your price, Kookie.”
He doesn’t hesitate, you give him that.
 “Be my girlfriend.”
You don’t either, though. “Done.”
His smile grows even wider, as you get to your feet kicking off your sneakers.
“Now get the bunny costume out, Jeon.”
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augustbutwinter · 3 years
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Milestone drabble request
“Listen to me!” With KNJ, specifically, ahem, Speed AU.
The bus scene please where KNJ and Sam, uh, I mean OC, slide out of the bus.
I mean, really. Just look at the similarities.
Hot man.
Hot man.
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Pretty please 🙏 from the bottom of my heart 💜
Sam, thank you so much, from the bottom of MY heart. I had so much FUN with this prompt, and I hope you like my first attempt into something action-ey!
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title: intense experiences
pairing: namjoon x reader
wordcount:  1.1 k
genre: speed!AU, action (i guess?)
warnings: sfw, pg (I’d say), realism has left the building (i’m just trying my best), explosions, people on buses with bombs, any similarities to the movie are entirely intentional (yes i borrowed some lines of dialogue, please don't sue me), use of pet names, but in this context pretty non-sexual
a/n: previous knowledge of the classic movie “speed” is important. (for everyone who doesn’t know it, i linked some videos for reference.  1 (trailer) // 2 (the scene)
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There’s only two ways this ends
One. Fuel runs out, the bus slows down and you blow up with it.
Two. You crash into a wall or drive down a ditch because you lose control over the steering wheel.
For now it’s the latter that looks more and more probable with every passing second. Your whole body trembles in fear, the hands on the steering wheel are just barely holding on. “You need to get off this bus, Namjoon.” 
“Listen to me,” his deep voice sounds far away. Drowned out by the noise in your head.
“Please.” An angry tear makes its way down your cheek. “Namjoon, please leave.” 
You need him to get off this bus. You can’t have him die. It’s bad enough one of you has to, but you can’t have it be him. Inside your head a little voice screams. Don't leave. Don’t leave me here. I’m scared.
“Listen to me!” His voice growls louder now and you snap back from the bodiless screaming in your head, back to his firm and very real body standing right next to you.
His arm is close to your face and he points at something, a stern but gentle look in his eyes, his other hand on your shoulder, grounding you. You focus on that while you keep your foot pressed firmly on the gas pedal as if your life depended on it. Wait. Your life does depend on it. One mph below 50 and you’ll blow up like a bloody firework.
“You see that over there?” You nod. “Good. You’re doing so well,” his gentle praise calms you down, and the trembling in your arms subsides a bit. “Go that way.” And with that, his warmth is gone from your side, and you hear some metal clunking, as you force your arms to be more stable and swerve carefully to the right, away from the speedway and onto the abandoned racetrack. 
The little line indicating the fuel level drops slowly and you know time is running out. He needs to leave. Now! But before you can tell him again, he’s back at your side on his knees. His hot breath tickles your naked thigh where your shorts have moved up a few inches, and if the situation were any different your eyes would roll back into your head, but now it’s panic inducing.
“What are you doing?” your voice screeches.
“Hold still,” he murmurs, stabilizing himself with one hand on your leg, the other tying a sturdy rope around the gaspedal. “When I say now, pull your foot away.” You nod, paralized. “Now.” You pull, and the bus doesn’t slow down. Namjoon whoops under his breath.
He hands you the rope. “Okay. So far so good.” He nods grimly. “This is it.” This is what. “We’re gonna get off the bus.” What. “You’re gonna get us on the race track, and as soon as you’re on the long straight stretch around the 3 mile mark, you’re gonna tie this around the wheel - real tight, good knots - you hear me?” You nod numbly. “Good girl.” 
As you near the mark, you realize that the numbers that indicate your speed are dropping dangerously. 
“Namjoon!” you shout. “The fuel. We’re losing speed.” Panic accompanies your voice.
A few expletive curses from the back and then he’s back at your side, starting to tie the rope himself. “Okay, sweetheart, this is it. Time to go.” He finishes tying one end of the rope around the steering wheel and the other end tightly around his hand. He takes your hand and pulls you with him to the hole in the floor of the bus where the emergency door and the hard grey asphalt wait for you.
“We’re doing what?” You look at him, panic stricken. “I can’t…”
“Yes, you can. We can. You have to. I really want to take you out for that date.”
He lies down, rope in hand, bicep bulging from the effort to keep the bus straight and motions for you to lie down next to him. 
As soon as you’re next to him, he pulls you closer. You nuzzle your face into his neck and wrap your arms around his form.
“Ready?” You feel the vibrations of this voice where your chest presses against his.
“No,” you mumble and you feel the goosebumps on his neck on your lips. And like that he lets go and you fall. 
And then you feel nothing but Namjoon around you. His arms around your torso, his leg hitched over your hip to keep you anchored closely to his body on your flimsy makeshift rescue float.
The screeching metal on the asphalt, the pressure wave of the exploding bus, the burnt smell of rubber - it all fades into the background.
You feel, hear, smell and see nothing but Namjoon. The softness of his calloused hand on your waist, his earthy smell in your nose, the smooth slightly salty skin of his neck against your lips.
“You alright?” Your lifeboat has come to a stop and Namjoon doesn’t waste a second to sit up and  scan your body for injuries.
“You didn’t leave me.” He’s touching your hip, your waist, your shoulders, your face.
“You didn’t leave me”, you repeat, voice full of wonder. He finally looks you in the eye. And crashes his lips into yours. Moving frantically, his tongue asks for entrance. You grant it and match his fervour, wanting to taste him and just be closer, so much closer.
When your lips disconnect from each other as the need for air wins over desire, his face turns serious. “I have to warn you--” You frown. “--I’ve heard, relationships based on intense experiences never work,” he quotes the sentence you threw into his face when he had asked you out for drinks three hours ago after you had jumped the bus over an open drawbridge.
A smile plays on your lips as you push up on your elbows to meet his for another kiss. Gently you bite into his lower lip, before you release it.
“Okay,“ you nod. “We’ll have to base it on sex then.”
“Whatever you say, Ma’am.” His face lights up like a million suns for a second before the reality of it all sinks in again, that this could have very well been the end and not the beginning.
And so he kisses you again with his eyes open. Peppers kisses over your whole face, as if you’d disappear any second.
Behind your eyes that have fluttered close you rather feel than see another explosion light up and you start to hear sirens from the fire trucks. It won’t be much longer and people will come and find you to bring you to the hospital. 
But right this second you couldn’t care less.
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Ⓒaugustbutwinter 2021  (Please don’t repost. If you like it, reblog it, leave a heart, drop me  an ask or a message. I’d love to hear from you!)  
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augustbutwinter · 3 years
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Hi! So, the thing is, I might be hitting a tiny milestone soonishly. (I mean, I don't know when exactly, so there's that.)
But I'd like to do a nice thing for you. But I don't know, if that's even something you'd even be interested in.
(edit: people were interested, and this is happening!)
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I was thinking maybe a small drabble thing from a list? (There's so many fun prompts out there...) or an "Ask your muse"? (These always look fun?) Or open drabble requests for a bit? Or organize my fic recs?
Or just let it pass by and ignore it?
What do you think?
Help me out here. (It's Google forms, it doesn't collect or show your e-mail)
Results are in!!
Thank you for helping me out on this and for making the experience on this little hellhole of an app such a pleasant one.
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augustbutwinter · 3 years
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Mini-Masterlist: Milestone Drabbles
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This list will be updated as I post these drabbles or know the posting dates. [all drabbles are taken]
Kim Seokjin
1 it’s love (actually) (a Love Actually inspired drabble)
2 [redacted]
Min Yoongi
1 taking care (a hurt/comfort songfic drabble)
2 i can' forget you (a idiots to something ficlet)
Jung Hoseok
1 in case of emergency (a fluffy songfic drabble)
2 [redacted]
Kim Namjoon
1 in the orbit we will meet again (fluffyangst)
2 intense experiences (a Speed!AU)
Park Jimin
1 copy cat (a SingleParent!AU)
2 i know a place (a for now unrequited f2l-drabble)
Kim Taehyung
1 innocent (until proven guilty) (a angel/devil’s advocate!AU)
2 [redacted]
Jeon Jungkook
1 pay up (a rose coloured drabble)
2 [redacted]
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augustbutwinter · 3 years
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Milestone Drabble Stuff
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UPDATE! THERE'S 1 YOONGI AND 1 TAEHYUNG DRABBLE LEFT TO REQUEST. GET 'EM WHILE THEY'RE HOT.
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Hi!
So, a little while ago I asked about opinions on what to do for this teeny tiny follower milestone that would happen at some point.
Then I lost track of time, and quietly I passed it. (On this note: HI NEW FOLLOWERS; WELCOME!) (Also. We’re talking super small follower milestone. I just really want to do this.)
Thank you! Thank you for making the experience on this app such a nice one. Be it with your friendship, your comments/reblogs/asks/dms, or the pretty things you put onto my dash.
Anyway, before I get super sappy, I asked what you’d like me to do for this milestone, because I wanted to do something nice and cute. And here are the results:
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Thank you to everyone who participated in the vote and left a comment! You’re the best. The results were pretty clear, so that’s where we’re going.
So let’s do this!
I’ve decided to write 7 drabbles. Why 7, you ask. Well, you know why.
(Maybe, if my muse cooperates, and enough people send something in, I’ll do 14.)
They’ll be short, so I can write them in a timely manner. My personal goal is to keep every drabble under 500 words. Also because I’m a slow ass writer.
Here’s how it’ll go:
Send an ask with a sentence from this list  and a member, and let’s see what I come up with. Someone asked for fantasy in the survey, so you could also ask for something from this list.
Alternatively (because why the f not.)
If you’d like to see a drabble from one of my existing stories, you can ask for that as well! (e.g. Where does the “my location unknown-couple” meet next? Who was “my tears ricochet”-yoongi’s ghost before oc? What happened on new years between the “home for christmas”-couple?)
You might know that I get inspired a lot by songs and lyrics, so you could also send one of these songs and a member...or send me a song you'd like to see incorporated. I’ll try my best.
Maisie Peters - Take care of yourself (“I hate how you talk to yourself / it’s not weak, if you need to be held”)
Lizzy Mc Alpine - Pancakes for Dinner (”But this plane might not land safely, So, what the hell do I have to lose, If I just tell you?”)
Winnetka Bowling League - are you okay? (“So it's time to lose my number and let the past be where we stay”)
Lauren Aquilina - Sinners (“So let's be sinners to be saints, And let's be winners by mistake”)
Ben Platt - Share your address (“I know, I know it's too soon, too fast / But this could last / I wanna share your address)
Bear’s Den - Berlin (“I can’t forget you, I try all the time”)
Loote - tomorrow tonight (I'm feeling foolish thinking 'bout / All the nights that you go out / And the reason I can't do the same / I'm scared I'll call someone your name)
What I don’t write: Honestly, I don’t have a fixed list for that, because I haven’t written enough to completely know what I’m comfortable with, but following is a list of things I definitely am not comfortable with writing. Also please be aware that I don’t (at least for now) write explicit smut. Feel free to ask for sexy things, but be prepared for disappointment, if you expect full on sexy times.
Hard NO-NO: yandere, dub-con and everything that comes with it, mcd, any type of assault or harassment, domestic violence....and stuff in those parts of the water.
SO LET’S GO! LET ME WRITE YOU A DRABBLE TO SAY THANK YOU!
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augustbutwinter · 2 years
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august! please oh please may i request hoseok and the ben platt 'share your address' lyrics? thank yoooou! i'm your foot, you're my foot, i'm j-foot. hahaha
HA! IT’S BEEN 84 YEARS!!!! (Well, almost!) Thank you so much for sending this in! @hobi-gif
The drabble can be found here.
(For everyone who joined this party late, this was s a request from my Milestone Drabbles in August 2021.)
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augustbutwinter · 3 years
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First thing first: CONGRATULATION FOR YOUR MILESTONE (ALL IN CAPSLOCK BECAUSE YES) 🎉🎉🎉 I probably got your post wrong (I just woke up SORRY) but I'd like to send the song [Maisie Peters - Take care of yourself (“I hate how you talk to yourself / it’s not weak, if you need to be held”)] with Yoongi ❤ I admit I don't know the song, but I read his recent interview and I hate when he says he isn't special and I wanna punch him with strokes 💔 I think this sentence suits the situation [1/2]
[2/2] I hate sending asks because of words limit 💔 To conclude: in case you're going to take it in consideration, I don't have a specific prompt or genre! I think something fluffy (or angsty ❤) where Yoongi receives all the love of this world would do. I let you choose what you prefer! Anything is ok to me as long as you enjoy writing it 😊 Congratulation again ❤ always said that your writing deserves all the good ❤❤❤
You did everything right, my dear friend! I love how you decided on the song, and I absolutely agree! He is very special and the lyrics fit.
I hope you forgive me though, because I chose different lyrics from the song to carry the drabble. I still hope you like it! Sending you all my love! Thank you for sending this in! <3 <3 And thank you for all the nice things you have to say about my writing, your support means the world!
You’ll find the drabble here!
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