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joong may or may not be one of my biggest weaknesses alongside yoongi ;-; i love writing for them so so much (i love him too much i love him too much lord help me i love him too much)

#8: “I think you might be my soulmate.”

#13: "You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

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Red String of Fate

You appreciate your job. Well, perhaps appreciate isn’t the exact word for how you feel, but you certainly do feel appreciation for your job when things like this happen. Things like an idol stepping through the door, wearing layers upon layers of coverings in attempts to hide their identity. You know they seek a semblance of peace and quiet, and you’re more than happy to offer that to them as soon as they step through the door.

Quiet. Comfortable. Private.

All words people have used to describe the place in which you work, all from idols seeking something quiet, comfortable, and private. So yes, you appreciate your job.

Especially when the idol with ever-changing hair colors (it’s white this time and looks too damn good for you to stay quietly sane as you usually do) steps through the doors.

It’s with a comfortable familiarity that you greet the young idol who approaches the register.

"Hi Hongjoong,” you say with a small smile. He pulls his face mask off to reveal a mirrored grin.

“Morning Y/N,” he greets in return, smile not faltering for a second. “You come here often?”

A laugh breaks through your lips, and you shake your head at his cheesy banter. “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.” It’s become a bit of a running joke between the two of you, taking turns greeting each other with the corniest and most embarrassing pickup lines available, a simple little playful banter for the two of you to enjoy. It’s easy and fun, a small game Hongjoong came up with after you made a comment about his frequent visits to the cafe, and you can’t say you don’t enjoy the game. He shrugs his backpack off one shoulder and pulls out his wallet as you begin punching in numbers on the register.

“The usual?” You ask even though you already know the answer.

“Please.” Hongjoong passes his card your way, and you quickly swipe it and hand it back to him.

“It’ll be right out, Hongjoong.” You watch the idol retreat to his usual table tucked in the corner of the cafe as you pass the order to one of your coworkers.

“It’s creepy to watch people, Y/N.”

“I’m not watching him,” you counter with a small roll of your eyes.

“People usually make some sort of move instead of just staring.”

“I’m not staring!” You retort again. “And I’m not interested in making any sort of move.”

“Right, because the pickup lines are such a normal and friendly thing to do.” You send a pointed glare to your coworker, ignoring the coy smirk playing at her lips. “Here’s his coffee. Try not to fall head over heels when you give it to him.” You mutter a quiet 'shut up’ and take the coffee from her, leaving her behind the counter to take the coffee over to where Hongjoong sits.

“Here, Hongjoong. Did you need anything else?”

“Could I get your opinion on something actually?” He asks out of the blue, glancing up at you as you place the coffee on his table.

“Of course!” You say with haste, staying in place at the edge of the table, and clasp your hands in front of you.

“You can sit…if you’d like?” He motions to the space across from him. You are quick to agree and sit down at the table. Once you’re seated, Hongjoong scoots closer to the table and slides his laptop so that you can both look at it. A document of words sits before you, no doubt lyrics or something similar, and you blink at it in wonder for a moment. “I’m…uh, struggling a bit with these lyrics. I’m trying to find a good way to put this, but, uh, I can’t find the right words for it.” Hongjoong’s cheeks flush a pale pink when you look to his face.

“You know I’m not any good at writing lyrics, bu-but I can try?” You stammer with a shaky smile on your lips. It’s not the first time Hongjoong has asked for your help with lyrics or just your help in general. Sometimes he asks for you to listen to his samples and tell him what you think of them, and of course, you love them every single time because how the hell can someone be so talented and good-looking? It’s just not fair. He’s hesitant each time he asked for help (although you don’t understand why, though you aren’t sure why he comes to you at all). “What are you…trying to say?”

“Uh, I’m looking for another lyric to go after "you’re doing great”. Everything I try doesn’t feel right or flow well. I need it to be a huge part of the song, but I-I just can’t get it right.“ Hongjoong’s internal conflict shows on his face, his concerns evident, and you subconsciously reach across the table to grab hold of his hand.  He blinks back at you in shock, gaze flitting between your now joined hands and your face.

"Just keep it up,” you say without much thought, not intending for him to interpret it the way he does.

“Just…keep it up? Just keep it up,” he mutters to himself, one finger drumming against the table to some unknown melody that you wan’t hear. “That’s perfect. Y/N, that’s perfect.”

“Huh?” You say dumbly, and Hongjoong just squeezes your hand a bit tighter.

“That’s just what I needed to hear. That’s the perfect lyric for the song.” Hongjoong beams at you, eyes disappearing into pretty crescents, and you swear your heart stops functioning for a second. “I should just come and work on all my songs here, huh?”

“Huh?” You’re barely coherent, just mimicking Hongjoong’s small comment without thought, but he grins back at you nonetheless.

“Hey, Y/N. I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Haha yea, me too.” You flush under the heat of his gaze that doesn’t falter for a second, thinking that he’s just pulling your leg and hitting you with one of his cheesy pickup lines.

“I’m being serious, Y/N.” You release an inhuman noise – something between a squeak and a yelp that is embarrassing as hell – and Hongjoong just keeps smiling as though he didn’t just say that. “You always seem to know exactly what I need to hear. That’s gotta mean something, right?” You pull your hand back, startled by Hongjoong’s question, but as you do, your fingernail snags the sleeve of his sweater and tugs a red thread away from the clothing.

“Ha…” You exhale, blinking down at the thread, and Hongjoong does the same. “I guess it’s fate?”

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a/n: idek i don’t have much to say other than oop idek if this makes any sense

please do not copy, steal, or otherwise use my words. do not translate or post elsewhere without explicit permission from me first. all these works are copyright 2020-2021 calypso, hongism, all rights reserved.

tw = trigger warning

s = smut

a = angst

f = fluff

↳ soulmate au 

◇ pairing: taehyung | reader ◇ genre: fluff and soft angst ◇ word count: 20.409 ◇ warnings: none ◇ author’s note: this story involved a whole lot of research involving many topics (read on if you want to find out hehe). I tried to represent them in the best way I could, but there are probably a few inaccuracies, so I apologize in advance for that. anyway, this is just another long plot with a bit of cheese on the side. please enjoy :) 

Once every five years, when the June solstice arrives and graces the sky with the midnight sun, a comet dashes by.

It is more than just a blinking light that moves at an unhinged speed. According to what you’ve heard, it looks like it stills in the middle of the vastness of space, and its tail flickers and shimmies in long tendrils of vibrant colors full of meaning — a subtle force that speaks to the humans who look up to the stars and set their eyes on the glowing meteorite, unique but just as intense for every single gaze. It speaks of soulmates and fate, of heavy truths and indelible bonds.

Each person sees a different pool of colors. You’ve heard more than a thousand stories, of people who saw the colors of the fireplace and others who were seized by the soothing hues of woodland during dawn. You’ve read about colors that go from the red blush of a beach beneath the sunset to the ivory traces of a wintry hill covered in thick snow. The colors do not give them the name of their soulmates, but once they find their other half, they will see those rich tones reflected in their lover’s eyes.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fluff, romance

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.1K

Requested: @dimpled-gukkie

There’s a small section of boards on the back deck of your house that looks a little different from the others. Just at the edge the wood is worn to a darker, smooth and almost shiny sheen. The sharp edges had been dulled down over the years. This was where you and Taehyung always sat at night during the summer, your legs dangling over the edge of the deck, bare feet brushing the tips of the grass below whenever your dad forgot to mow for a couple weeks. It was always so warm in the summer and the two of you would sit outside for hours, watching the sun set and moon appear, stars twinkle into existence against the darkening sky.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fluff, romance

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.1K

Requested: @dimpled-gukkie

There’s a small section of boards on the back deck of your house that looks a little different from the others. Just at the edge the wood is worn to a darker, smooth and almost shiny sheen. The sharp edges had been dulled down over the years. This was where you and Taehyung always sat at night during the summer, your legs dangling over the edge of the deck, bare feet brushing the tips of the grass below whenever your dad forgot to mow for a couple weeks. It was always so warm in the summer and the two of you would sit outside for hours, watching the sun set and moon appear, stars twinkle into existence against the darkening sky.

pairs: taehyung x reader

genre: angst, non-idol!au, taehyung x reader

warnings: sex is implied, i suppose???

word count: 500

sotp: maybe - (g)i-dle

description: the story (a story. not a tragedy or a love story) of y/n and taehyung is normal. 

a/n: just a little something i felt like writing :’) this is nOt meant to criticize any writing clichés or stories in particular. it’s only something that i wanted to write in contrast to other things i’ve written. enjoy!

networks: @maknaelinenet​, @btswritingcafe​, @magicshopnet​, @minthlynet​, @bangtanscenery​, @btsboulangerie​

their eyes meet before they do.

…but that’s normal, isn’t it? 

eyes meet more than people. we pass each other by without a thought, but eyes meet everywhere. they meet at intersections and bathrooms and unpleasant situations, as if to share embarrassment. they meet in libraries and stores and beds. especially beds. even if they’ve never met before.

so maybe it’s fitting that they meet normally, then.

because the story (a story. not a tragedy or a love story) of y/n and taehyung is normal. 

and that’s what you’ll need to know before it begins. we’ll start again.

Fake dating au | y/n x Jungkook

PART THIRTY-FIVE: And That Was That

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(Au will contain swearing, alcohol/drugs, degration and sexual themes)

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US elections have never been fair and are far from representative, but never in the past few decades has the establishment so strongly currated a movement, legal and illegal, against voting. Every liberal could shout “vote” to people online and that will change literally nothing about the threats to human rights and freedoms occuring before the election and likely after

The governor of Florida introduced a bill that creates a legal loophole allowing citizens to drive into protesters. Republicans are showing up to polls armed to “stop voter fraud” (they’e intending to intimidate POC and Democrat voters, illegally). Trump has already been saying he’ll claim victory despite the results and is relying on the now very conservative court system to support him. This is all on top of threats to the post office service, gerrymandering, and the electoral college, which selected trump when he lost 3 million votes.

Not all is lost!

-this post has links to current Senate races where either an incumbent Republican is being challenged or an incumbent Democrat is at risk of losing their seat

-the graphic below has important voter information

however, voting is contingent on your ability to do so, such as you just saw is under extreme threats and not a secure option to a better world

more importantly:

If you haven’t joined any defunding police protests yet, it’s not too late.

Trump doesn’t shut down protests, police do. Trump doesn’t arrest protesters, police do. Federal agents are too few to cover the US and aren’t responsible for the hundreds of people killed by local police every year. Law without violence backing it is just words on paper. Trump has the support of police forces and unions already. Police are protecting MAGA protesters attacking others and blocking the polls. You should know that they’re helping a dictator.

The police shouldn’t be emboldened to stop protests or dissent, ever. The police shouldn’t take 30-50% of city’s discretionary funds. Police shouldn’t endorse political candidates. They’re public servants with absolute power because current law holds no real constraints on them.

You don’t have to totally agree that police shouldn’t exist, but if you support ideas of democracy you cannot support tax money funding a standing army in every city that’s excited to crush protests against their budgets and filmed executions. There’s more people in the streets this year than ever before demanding their taxes be spent to help them and that murderers be held accountable regardless of occupation. The lack of concessions on politicians’ part is because they benefit from complacency and their constituents only ever waiting for the election, never marching against them or disrupting their lives.

Revolution is not an event. It’s a continuous process where more and more people act on their own agency and recognize the illegitimacy of the state and the violence it uses to keep the status quo made by dead men with concerns only for their own power. Revolution is creating a new, fair world while destroying the old world that eats workers alive to profit a few families. Revolution is reconnecting with the natural world and rejecting false hierarchies and borders.

JUNGKOOK BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN D-6

summary: jeon jungkook was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and the power to turn whatever he wants into pure gold. you were born with healing and invisibility powers but without a cent to your name. so when you’re plucked off of the streets for pickpocketing and assigned to be his minder as punishment, you realize you’re going to have to overcome a lot more than class differences if either of you are going to get what you want.

{enemies to lovers!au, ceo!au, magical realism!au}

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader genre: fluff, comedy, angst word count: 32k (my hand slipped) warnings: alcohol consumption (brief), mentions of bruising and injuries, characters being emotionally constipated and afraid of commitment, your usual guyi e2l lineup a/n: finally!! oh god this fic took forever to write and just kept getting longer and longer. remember when i overestimated the wc by saying 25k-30k? yikes. anyway, i hope you all enjoy this monster! nothing says gukyi like a jk e2l fic, am i right?