By re-editing, I mostly mean cropping and trying to get the white balance right. Since I’m editing jpeg files, it’s a bit harder to find the correct color. I understand that left photos have an interesting color and are more vibrant, but I want photos where I can see the true color of Nyla’s fur. It doesn’t help that I’m editing on an uncalibrated monitor, but I have a little trick for that too. This re-edit was long overdue and it’s time that Nyla finally gets a new, better album.
A/N: even though I’m supposed to be on hiatus because of my exams, @official-yoongi‘s fake texts series Soulmate Messenger inspired me to write a new fic, so here I am! the basic idea on how this Soulmate Messaging system works is based on her texts but the rest of the story line doesn’t have anything to do with her work. Feel free to check her series out here ✗
Short note: I’m not back from hiatus yet, I just needed to let this out and wanted to write again to calm my nerves. I’m planning to have a whole story line for this series, so hopefully you guys enjoy this first little sneak peek :)
also I might change the title, I’m not too happy with it yet but my creativity is lacking at the moment so yea.. we’ll have to wait and see i guess hahah
Impatiently you were staring at the clock on your wall, waiting for it to strike midnight. The last minute went by too slow for your liking, making you grow more squirrelly each second that you had to wait.
Knitting your hands together your eyes kept switching between the clock and your phone screen, not wanting to miss the second the message would come in.
Your parents had already wished you a good night, not wanting to disturb you in the moment you’d get probably one of the most important messages of your life. They knew how you’d been waiting for this moment since you were a little girl and wanted to give you time for yourself to enjoy that special occasion.
But to be completely honest, you were scared. Scared that he might not like you for who you are. Scared that he might back away the second he knew about your interests.
Or better said - that special interest, namingly fangirling over hot Asian boys performing together in groups while you barely understood what they were saying.
You had already lost so many people in your life because they just didn’t understand you. Not only in that matter but all kinds of. You were different than others and people noticed. You weren’t one to go out clubbing every weekend to get drunk and laid like every teenager did. You read a lot but also fooled around (maybe too much), making strangers think you’re acting too immature for you age.
Taking your education seriously, you were one of the few teenagers at your high school that had graduated with a plan in life, ready to conquer the world.
Yet, you didn’t want to have to conquer it alone and even though you had your best friends and family by your side, having your soulmate was on a whole different level and you needed that.
You needed to know that there was someone out there that would take you the way you are, appreciate your flaws and imperfections. Someone who would conquer the world with you together and if it wasn’t your soulmate, who was it then?
Suddenly a thought hit you.
“Wait what if my soulmate is younger than me?”, you mumbled, your mind was running wild, all kind of thoughts making your head go dizzy.
The thing about the soulmate messenger is that you get your message with all the information about your soulmate as soon as the younger one of the two turned eighteen.
So far so good.
Only that you didn’t know if you were the younger one or if your soulmate was the one. You didn’t have any information about the other so the possibility was high that you wouldn’t even get a message that night, even though it was your eighteenth birthday.
What if I get a message but we don’t even understand each other? He could talk a total different language than mine. What if he doesn’t even live here but all across the world?
Heck, he could be blind or mute or deaf and I wouldn’t even know how to communicate with him!
All kinds of thoughts were bouncing through your mind as the last seconds past and your clock stroke midnight, making your phone screen light up, signaling a new message.
This was it.
The Soulmate Messenger.
You got your message.
And apparently you were the younger one.
After all these years of waiting, you were so close to finding out who your significant other was.
He could be a part of your life already, just as likely as he could be a complete stranger. He could be a fourty year old man, just as likely as he could be a teenage boy or a young man. You didn’t want to have a fourty year old as your soulmate.
You shivered in slight disgust at the thought as you grabbed your phone and shook your head, trying to quiet down all the thoughts in your head.Taking a deep breath, you sat yourself cross-legged on your bed, unlocking your phone and closing your eyes.
Click on it Y/N. Just click on the message. All these questions will be solved in the minute you click on it.
“What if he doesn’t even like dogs? How am I supposed to live with him for the rest of my life if he ca’t appreciate the cuteness of those cute little fluff balls?”, you asked in slight horror.
Stop thinking and freaking open it, you scaredy cat. You won’t know until you open it.
Like a robot, you managed to move your thumb over the message, ready to click on it as you closed your eyes nervously and opening the notification. Your heart was thumbing harshly in your chest as you pressed your eyes shut, too scared to look at the result.
In the background you could hear your clock click, signaling every passing second that you sat there in silence, full of anxiety.
Clutching your hands around your phone, you slowly moved them up to your face, gently opening one eye a tiny bit to peek at your screen.
Soulmate Messenger: If you are receiving this message, it means that your soulmate has been located. To chat with them please enter your message below. Happy chatting!
📎 (Basic Information about Soulmate)
You clicked on the attachment, too scared to say anything yet, hands shaking from nervousness. Before the information had loaded completely and your heart almost jumped out of your chest, a ringing sound signaled you a new message from an unknown number.
Hastily, you closed the loading information about your still nameless soulmate, opening the new incoming message with sweaty hands.
i thought i’d have to die alone or sth
“Namjoon-hyung, is that really okay? Is this proper English? Will she understand?”, he asked his older friend, biting down onto his lower lip, making his front teeth appear a tiny bit as he furrowed his eyebrows nervously.
“Yes, it’s proper English and yes, if she speaks English, she’ll understand. Now relax. I said I’d help you if you need English to communicate, so don’t stress, I’m here”, Namjoon chuckled at the younger boy. “You can rely on me.”
He was nervous. What if you two couldn’t communicate? If you couldn’t understand each other and always needed help from others to translate? At some point you two would need privacy but if you spoke different languages, there was basically no way to have that. His English skills were more than lacking and if you weren’t Korean, he was almost 100% sure that you wouldn’t speak his mother tongue either.
His legs started shaking as he sat down onto the practice room floor, waiting for her answer and a hint on how this whole soulmate thing would be going for the two of you.
“Nervous” didn’t even describe his current state.
A small smile crept onto your lips as you read through the appearing messages. He was funny. Definitely a plus. So you quickly answered, hands still shaking:
yeah i’m alive hahah sorry for making you wait
i hope it wasn’t too long tho
Plain and simple, not too straight forward but not too cold. Good for the beginning, you thought.
He answered in a matter of seconds.
nahh it’s okay
honestly i just turned 18 a couple of months ago as well…
by the way, what’s your name beautiful?
Your eyes went wide at his nickname for you. Not even a minute into talking and he already used a pet name for you, making your blood rush to your cheeks, heating up your whole face.
beautiful huh? ^^ how would you even know?
You waited a little bit before sending the next texts.
oh and my name’s Y/N
Nervously biting down onto your lip, your eyes focused on the “typing…” sign next to the number. It felt like ages went by until he finally responded, making you jump slightly on your bed.
you have your icon set as a selfie dummy ^^
well at least i assume it’s you and not a picture you have stolen somewhere
still you’re gorgeous
A squeal escaped your lips as you let your phone fall in between your legs and let your arms spastically move around, face red of embarrassment and body heating up at his compliments.
He was already making you feel like the most perfect girl on earth, when you didn’t even know each other for a solid ten minutes. He was making you feel so special when you didn’t even know anything about him yet.
The sound of another incoming message, made you sit up again as your little attack had you landing on your face on the bed, giggling like a little child.
Unlocking your phone and immediately being sent to the new message, your chat opened and his message popped up.
since you and Jun started dating, so you he was nothing more than a cute,
adorable little fluff ball. He wasn’t really the greasy fuckboy the internet
made him out to be. And when he found out that you thought that about him, he
was determined to prove you wrong.
(A/N: a quickie
smut because I found this old ass request and Jun makes me thirsty. also, not
enough people appreciate his fluffy side. sorry this has no ending?? I kinda
rushed it because I have all those other projects going oops. also smut warning
hehehe; oh oh oh and guess what this bitch it still naming shit after panic
songs cause this smut just happened to match this panic song which is also an
BTS Reaction to Their Younger Sister Being Checked Out
(A/N): AHHH!! You do?!?! Thank you so much, anon! I’m sorry this took so long! TT^TT Please forgive me, I took a lengthy break from posting and writing due to school. Stress stress stress. Anyways, here you are~.
Background Information: The member had just dropped his younger sister - who was in 8th grade ( little baby <33) - off at school for her first day of school and notices a few boys stare at his sister due to the skirt she was wearing.
When he noticed the stares, he’d frown at the boys. “ Yah! “ he’d call out, gaining the gaping boy’s attention, when they looked at him he’d smile. “ Don’t stare, it’s rude. If you want to talk to her, just do it~. “ This would cause the young boys to blush and scurry off, embarrassed that they got caught. Jin would just laugh a little and shake his head.
“Aish! My little sister is just too cute! Even those boys can’t keep their eyes off her.”
Let’s just say Yoongi didn’t like his little sister’s uniform from the beginning. He would much rather the young girl in a pair of some pants or a much, much longer skirt. Seeing the boys’ stare at his little sister only confirmed his fears. He would simply stand there, glaring at the young boys until they caught onto his protective aura. Rest assured, those boys were definitely NOT going to even glance at his sister anymore.
“I swear to god if they continue…”
This boy probably wouldn’t notice as quickly as Yoongi or Namjoon would, but when he did, he’d be livid, in his own Hoseok kind of way. He would screech his sister’s name, engulfing her in a hug while making eye contact with the boys. The boys would instantly turn away, panicked seeing that the girl had an older brother. “ Watch out for those grubby boys. “ he would warn his sister before telling her to call him if she even got uncomfortable because of some boy.
“Ahh why do little boys have such wandering eyes?! So dirty.”
I feel like Namjoon would have the most “take-action” type of reaction. He would immediately notice the shortness of his sister’s skirt and the boys’ stare. I feel like this sweetie would take his sister to the office and ask them to provide her a longer skirt. He wouldn’t make an uproar unless they refused his request. There was no way he was going to let his little sister walking around like pray for some stupid, horny teenage boys.
“ There’s no way I’m letting my little sister walking around in such a short skirt. “
His little sister probably wouldn’t even made it out of the house without changing her bottoms or at least putting on some tights underneath. When he saw the boys he would clear his throat at them and gave them a look that spoke for itself. They were several years younger than him so he couldn’t really confront them about it, but he wasn’t just going to let them stare.
“ Do boys have no respect for girls anymore? They’re lucky their so young. “
This cute little fluff ball would probably not even notice the boys, honestly. I don’t feel that he is the most observant boy. Even if he did notice, he’d probably just shrug it off, saying something about how it’s hard to stare when his “baby” sister is just so adorable. He would probably be the most laid back about this situation.
“ My baby sissy is so darn adorable in her uniform!~ “
(A/N): Imagine his sister is Yoongi. This boy kills me.
I really don’t think Jungkook would be that protective. I feel that if he noticed the boys staring he’d laugh. After all, he isn’t all that far out of that phase and can probably sympathize with the boys more than the others could. He might tell his sister to pull down her skirt more, but he wouldn’t act on it any further.
*Chuckles* “I remember being their age.”
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Longing For You (4362 words) by dulcetlove Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin Characters: Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster, Min Yoongi | Suga Additional Tags: hint of Jimin and everyone, Sickfic, sick!jimin, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort Summary:
Jimin is sick and everyone takes care of him while Jungkook, being his awkward-self, watches on in jealousy because he wants to take care of Jimin too. In the end, it’s Jungkook that Jimin wants.
Finally I have some time off. Now I can relax before school starts again. Next weekend I’m getting a new kitten!!! It’s a british shorthair and he’s so cute! I cannot wait to get that little fluff ball.
“Jimin", you whispered softly, while brushing your fingers through his
messy hair. There was no movement at all, so your slightly caressed his cheek
with your thumb. You hated to wake people up, especially your boyfriend. He
looked so peacefull and at ease, that
you didn’t want to be the person to deny him exactly that. “Chim Chim, wake
up”, you tried again, voice just above a whisper.
Jimin’s eyebrows scruched together, slowly waking
up and feeling your warm hand softly cup his cheek. “Hey
there”, you cooed a smile playing on your lips. Despite the fact, that you
hated to wake him up, you couldn’t deny that he looked like a cute little
ball of fluff. The blanket was tightly wrapped around his body, the only thing you could see was his head
sticking out of the top. He looked like a human burrito.
Jimin blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the
sunlight, that was shining through the
window to his right. He mumbled a “Good morning”, while shifting to
lay on his side. “Did you sleep well?’, you asked while smoothing out the
strands that fell into his face. He opened one eye, nodded and grinned up at
you, when the both of you made eye contact.
His right hand found it’s way out of the blanket and onto your waist. He
pulled you down towards his body in one swift movement. A little giggle escaped
your lips, when Jimin tried to move his head upwards to kiss you, only to be
restrained by the blanket. Your hands reached for the blanket and pulled it down, so it was only
covering his lower half.
Jimin’s now free hands grasped for your face and guide you slowly towards his own. A sleepy smile was plastered on his lips, before he closed the gap between the both of you. This was a feeling that you could never get tired of. His soft, warm lips against your own. You slowly pulled away and laid your hands against his chest. Jimin’s hands now on either side of your arms, slowly drawing meaningsless patterns onto your skin.
“Are you hungry?”, you asked after a moment of silence. Jimin opened his mouth to answer, but his stomach was faster than him. “I guess so”, you giggled and got up from the bed. “You don’t need to rush. I prepare breakfast and call you when I’m ready”, you said while walking out of the room. Two strong arms wrapped themselfes around your shoulders and a kiss was planted to the crook of your neck. “I would never let you do breakfast alone and you know that”, You turned your head to look at Jimin, only to roll your eyes at him. He let out a laugh and guided you towards the kitchen, his arms never leaving your body.