Happy Birthday, Taehyung!

Happy Birthday, Taehyung! 🎂

Tag Game

Tagged by: @mydisenchantedeulogy (Thank you!! As always, so fun!!). 

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it, then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

The thing is my titles are never descriptive 😭 I'm bland 😂

5.1 Soulmate AU To Blossom

Far Cry - Part 2.2

Kink

SX Tae Entry

Not that many, right?! 😂😁

Tagging: @colormepurplex2, @yoonia, @gimmethatagustd, @hisunshiine

Fic Reccs for Bangtan

sleeping in their lap (fluff) @bluemari23

SEOKJIN

NAMJOON

HEOSEOK

YOONGI

golden hour (fluff) @alpacaparkaseok

This is my all time favourite fic. It feels like coming home. It's comforting. I adore it.

between the titles (fluff, smut) @highvern

Absolutely incredible

sugar rush ride (smut) @lo1k-diamonds

cat-astrophe (fluff) @dumpywrites

clingy (fluff) @daechwitatamic

unison (smut) @rroseselavyyy

JIMIN

TAEHYUNG

in bloom (smut, fluff) @untaemedqueen

JUNGKOOK

Me, Myself, and Jimin ‘ID Chaos’ Concept Film 2

This chapter is out here > [ao3] [wattpad]

Far Cry 🚀 Chapter 52

He started hitting his head with his fists with tears streaming down his face and Hobi tried to make him stop, “This is not your fault. Hey, stop it. You need to calm down. You’re letting your anger and desperation get to you. Hey,” he kept trying until he huffed. Jungkook had stopped hitting himself but was still crying and hyper-fixated on repeating a litany of things that would get him nowhere. “You need to get it together. Focus on the truth. Focus on what you know, on what you can do. Listen,” he tried again to raise Jungkook’s head so his bloodshot eyes would be facing him. “What do you know?”

This chapter is out here > [ao3] [wattpad] 💜

Far Cry 🚀 Chapter 53

As soon as he arrived, pissed at everything and with adrenaline still in his system, he remembered something that had him running upstairs to their room. He knew where she kept her things and he wouldn’t have ever touched them, but it was an emergency. It didn’t take long to find; his eyes immediately set on her inside the dresser drawer next to some dry blue flowers. She was smiling right at him.

He caressed the ripped edge of the photo, staring at it as he held onto her pillow. It was silly, maybe even pathetic, but those little things gave him what he needed. Not that he could forget for a second what she looked or smelled like, but they were tangible objects that he could use to ground himself and not break into a raging mess.

Far Cry passed 400k posted words 🥳😵

I have to speed up and finish writing part II instead of adding more chapters goddamn it!!

Meanwhile, I think I'll start using this banner 😊🤔