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[eoieopda]

Hello lovely lady :) I’m here to pretty please request a JK drabble because I miss him terribly and if you have the time because I very much am in love with your writing 🥹🥹 Tattoo artist JK who gets a crazy stupid adult crush on a customer who comes to him to do a very meaningful tattoo for her and they spend all night eating and talking afterwards and it’s all giggly and cute because he will find any reason to touch her 😭😭 and now I’m going to jump off a cliff bc I miss him so much LOL

sorry for the wait, sweet bean!

cw: mention of needles, general reference to trauma (not described); description of a bad tattoo i've seen in real life; reader gets one of my actual tattoos because fuck it, we ball.

Jeon Jungkook considered himself an artist. This wasn't based on his literal job title, but on the immeasurable time and effort he spent studying, practicing, and working as an apprentice. On the sheer number of oranges that went off to rot in dumpsters with shakily tattooed skin.

For years, he placed permanent art on the bodies of strangers for tips only — if clients bothered with the courtesy, that is. Little designs off the flash sheet, last-minute friendship tattoos for university students who'd fall out of touch upon graduating. It was grueling work, but it was worth it.

When he finished his apprenticeship and was promoted to resident artist, Jungkook figured that he'd spend his days seriously — on serious shit that took hours to design and even longer to translate onto a living, breathing, squirming canvas. That was the hope, anyway.

In reality, Jungkook had spent the entirety of his day doing unspeakably stupid shit. He'd just finished tattooing "Seoul" in hiragana for a tourist who didn't seem to know which side of the Strait he was on — and then you walked in.

You shouldn't have been the only person he'd seen all day that already had tattoos, but you were. You clearly knew how this was supposed to go; and Jungkook almost started floating when the crushing weight of his exasperation finally fell off his shoulders.

Finally.

He didn't mean to audibly sigh with relief when you stepped up to the counter. He did, though, and he was well past the point of giving a shit if that should have embarrassed him.

"Rough day?" You tilted your head to the side when you asked and you looked genuinely concerned, even with that tiny, sideways smile.

Jungkook was torn. Yours was a face worth staring at, but the gallery spreading over both of your exposed arms was one he wanted to get lost in. He knew more than anyone how fucking it weird it was when strangers gave themselves permission to run their hands over his skin — but he might finally understand the urge.

Swallowing down that intrusive desire, Jungkook gripped his Red Bull can even tighter in his left hand — twenty ounces, reserved exclusively for the most severe instances of brain rot — and balled his right hand into a fist. He rapped his knuckles against the countertop and shot you a grin, "Nah, it's golden."

Jungkook had been right about two things. The first was that you weren't a fainter, a flincher, or a cry-baby.

If he hadn't stolen so many glances at you throughout the session; and if your quiet laughter wasn't the pacemaker preventing his swooning heart from stopping; he might've thought that you were meditating. Sleeping, even, or hit with a freeze ray. You were still, entirely unfazed like you weren't being stabbed thousands of times per second with a bouquet of needles.

Jungkook was also dead-on that this day, despite its frustrating start, was golden. Better yet, it didn't end when your session did. When he'd blurted out an invitation to dinner, you said yes.

Sitting down across the table from him with your forearm dutifully covered in cling-wrap, you shot him an adorably sheepish smile. "Could you, um —?" You gestured to the perilla leaves on your plate with the chopsticks in your non-dominant hand. "I'm not as dexterous as I was two hours ago."

"I'm on it, boss."

He didn't have time to cringe over that statement or the wink that accompanied it because your knuckles brushed his when you slid your plate to him and — Are you a child? Why are you blushing? For fuck's sake, get a grip, Jeon.

You sipped your beer as you watched him; and it had Jungkook fumbling as if he was using chopsticks for the first time in his life and not the thousandth. Thankfully, instead of laughing at him, you asked, "So, what's the dumbest tattoo you've had to do for someone?"

"Cartoon corn-on-the-cob," Jungkook responded without hesitation. The memory was burned into his brain, a tattoo in its own right. "But that alone isn't the worst part, and neither is the fact that its face looked like it was moaning with a pat of butter sliding down its front."

You groaned, but you were grinning, "Jesus. Do I even want to know the worst part?"

"Butter me up, daddy."

Automatically, you raised your freshly-tattooed arm and slapped your hand over your mouth to keep your drink inside it. You winced at the sting on your skin and, no doubt, the burn in your chest as you coughed, "Come again?"

Jungkook slid your plate back over to you with pursed lips. Then, he took a deep breath. "That was the script they wanted to go with it," He sighed, "I spent a decade of my life on my craft and that is what I do with it."

"I'm sure the linework on the horny corn was beautiful, though." Your eyes sparkled when your tone softened. The sight of you stopped him from laughing at the words you chose.

He gestured down to the vintage floor lamp he'd etched in fine black ink on your forearm. "Looks better when the person I'm tattooing sits still," He smiled, "And you can correct me if I'm wrong, but I think you put thought into that, rather than thirst. Otherwise, I will have follow-up questions about whatever kink that might be."

Ugh, that giggle.

"Have you heard of ghost lights before?" You asked between bites of your kimchi.

When Jungkook shook his head, you cleared your throat to explain. "When you close up a theater after a show, you have to put a lamp on the stage. It's primarily a safety thing — keeps people from falling over set pieces or into the orchestra pit — but it helps out with ghosts, too."

Jungkook shifted in his chair and leaned in a little closer to more clearly hear what came next. He was riveted, and there was no hiding it.

"There are a couple of different superstitions about why it's done, but the one I grew up with was that it keeps ghosts from messing with your props and technical equipment while you're gone."

You quieted before you tacked on the amendment, corner of your mouth momentarily twitching up into a sad smile, "Figured this tattoo might help me ward off some of my own."

Your hand was close enough to his on the table that he could've pretended it was an accident. He didn't, though. The microscopic movement until his little finger touched yours was intentional; and he wanted you to know it.

Not daring to move that hand away, Jungkook grabbed his drink with the other and raised it. He waited for you to raise yours, too, before cheering, "To ghosts that mind their own fucking business!"

[wwilloww]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE EVER!!! You deserve the world and more!! Hope your day is amazing!!

Joanna ❤️ you sweet sweet bean!!! 

i have a couple of fun little things planned for myself tomorrow, i hope it will be a good day!!! thank you so very much. 

[stylesprimes]

myimaginationsrunningwild replied to your post: GOT NOSEBLEEDS FOR SEATTLE AND A FRONT ROW LOWER...

IM INTERESTED! Are you selling for face value?? And is it in your section as well??

yep! i’m selling it for $145, but it’s section 117 row 19 and i just got a ticket for a different section!

[xjoonchildx]

greedy | myg x reader | epilogue: bases loaded

summary: being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now.  until you.

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: mafia AU, pining, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 1.3K

notes:  thank you endlessly for reading, reviewing and sharing this story. i’m so in love with this tough-but-secretly vulnerable yoongi and you’ll never know how happy it makes me that you guys love him, too. i hope you enjoy how the story ends. either way, i’d love to hear from you! please send me an ask here and tell me what you think.

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | EPILOGUE

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Fuck, it’s hot.

The forecaster called for a high of 91° today, but he must have missed that mark by at least a hundred degrees.  There is no breeze and absolutely no respite from the unforgiving sun here in the cheap seats.

The Lions batter connects with the ball -- finally -- and Yoongi winces as he watches it sail right over the foul line.

Beneath his sling his arm feels sticky, itchy. 

He’d love nothing more than to rip that sling off and go to town on his arm with his fingernails, but any moment now you’ll be back from the concession stand.  You’ll probably hold his hot dog hostage if you catch him.

So Yoongi tries to focus on the game, not the itch.  But the game sucks and Yoongi curses under his breath when the next Lions batter flies out on the first pitch.

Nine weeks ago, Yoongi never would have guessed that surgery would be the easy part. 

Going to sleep for a few hours and letting doctors cut into his skin and bone turned out to be a breeze compared to everything that’s come after.  The physical therapy has been grueling and painful.  Simple tasks like dressing and showering, even pouring a bowl of cereal have become a complete pain in the ass.  

He’s not sure he could have gotten through any of it were it not for you.

By now, he’s lost count of the ways you’ve taken care of him.  Lost count of the meals you’ve cooked for him, the loads of laundry you’ve done for him, the very, very creative ways you’ve come up with to make love to him.  He’s probably due for a new couch at this point. The damned thing started creaking last week.

So he’ll buy a new couch. 

He’ll buy a hundred new couches if it means you come home to him at night.

The days of arduous physical therapy are long forgotten when you shower and slip into bed beside him.  When you warm those forever-frigid feet against his under the covers and curl into his side.  When you wake up in the morning and make coffee and tell him wild stories about strange objects you’ve pulled from someone’s strange orifice the night before.

That’s how most nights go.  But not every night.

So it’s not enough.

It’s not enough because no matter how much Yoongi gets of you, it’s never enough.  He still wants more.

He walked to the drugstore before the drive to Daegu today.  He bought you a brand new toothbrush, one of those fancy electric ones with all the bells and whistles.  And he’s been waiting for the right time to tell you all afternoon, appreciating your pretty eyes and sunburnt cheeks.  

Waiting for the right time to tell you that he really wants you to stay.

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“Wow, that line was brutal,” you mutter, and Yoongi looks up from beneath the rim of his snapback to find you balancing two hot dogs and a basket of fries in your hands.  You drop carefully into the seat beside him, grinning.  “I thought I was going to have to fight this kid for the last ketchup packets.”

Yoongi can’t help but grin back.  

The game sucks and the heat sucks and his arm sucks -- but you?  You definitely don’t suck. 

“Can’t get arrested for fighting kids at the concession stand, Doc,” he teases.  “The lockup here in Daegu is not exactly swanky and I can tell you that from experience.”

He reaches over with his one good arm to steal a french fry but you wrinkle your nose, pulling the basket away childishly.

“The hot dog is yours.  These are mine.”

“Wow,” Yoongi huffs.  “You’re gonna deny a one-armed man french fries?  That’s dirty.”

 “I’ve seen your bloodwork, Min,” you shrug.  “It’s time to back off the cholesterol.”

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head.

“So how’s it going?

“Bears are still up by five,” he sighs.  “Can’t believe I waited my whole life to watch them play this shitty in person.”

“Poor thing,” you tease, cutting your dark, sparkling eyes at him.  You begrudgingly hold a french fry out to him; a greasy consolation prize.  “Okay, fine.  I’ll give you one.”

Yoongi leans into you, pretending to go for the fry but stealing a kiss instead.  

“Sneaky,” you breathe, lips soft against his.  “But I’ll allow it.”

“Nothing to allow,” Yoongi smirks, grabbing the fry out of your hand.  “I already got it.”

You smile, turning away to look out onto the field.  

The stadium is nearly empty by now, most of the hometown fans leaving after the 7th inning when it was clear this game was headed straight into the toilet.  A Bears batter hits a line drive that whizzes right past the Lions shortstop’s glove and Yoongi claps a hand over his face.

“Swear to God, they haven’t had a season this bad since I was nine years old.”

You tut and hand him another fry.

“Namjoon offered me a job,” you announce, eyes still on the field.

Yoongi freezes, mid-bite.  

He knew this was coming, of course.  Namjoon had taken him aside one afternoon and spelled out his plan to extend the offer.  Yoongi knowing all too well that the Gajog has never been in need of a full-time doctor.  The offer is a gift, an extension of family protection.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t know,” you grumble, rolling your eyes.  “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Okay, fine,” Yoongi grins.  “What did he say?”

“He said he’d set me up with a clinic space,” you murmur, watching another Bears lineman crack a base hit.  “Unlimited supplies.  Nurses, if I need them.  And he said he’d pay me more every year than I think I’ve made altogether since leaving medical school.”

“So are you gonna take it?” Yoongi asks carefully.

You’re quiet for a moment, dark eyes serious before turning to him.

“No.”

He knew that was coming, too.  

“I’ve worked really hard for this,” you say softly.  “And I want what I’ve earned the right way.  This isn’t judgement on you or them, but it’s not for me.  You understand, right?”

“Of course,” Yoongi says and he means it. You press your lips to his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder.

Secretly, he breathes a little sigh of relief.

He likes that you’re his piece of peace separate and apart from family business.  He likes that you’re his oasis away from the ugliness and bullshit that come far too often in this line of work.  He likes that you’re not some hand-me-down from a mothballed church widow or an act of charity from Kim Namjoon.  

He’s earned this thing with you all on his own.

“Doc,” he whispers, planting a kiss in your hair.  “I need to tell you something.”

“Go for it,” you whisper back.

“I bought you a new toothbrush.  It’s super fancy.”

You pull away from him, feigning shock.  “How fancy are we talking here?”

“Like, two hundred settings.  Video calls.  Takes bitcoin.”

“Ooh, that does sound fancy,” you breathe, smiling.  “What’s the occasion?”

Yoongi takes your hand into his, laces his fingers into yours.  

“I want you to move in with me,” he murmurs.  “If that’s what you want.”

You go quiet on him again.  Only this time, your mouth quirks into a soft smile before you lean in to press it to his.  You kiss him slow and unhurried, lips tasting like peanut oil and salt, and in that moment Yoongi decides it’s his favorite flavor of you.

“So is that a yes?” Yoongi asks, grinning when you pull away.

“Yeah.  That’s a yes.”

You both turn your heads when what’s left of the crowd starts to boo.  The Bears have just loaded the bases, top of the ninth inning, no outs. 

“This game is terrible and it’s blazing hot,” Yoongi groans.  “We should go somewhere to cool off.  And celebrate.”

“Hmm,” you sigh happily.  “What do you have in mind?”

“If you’re up for a walk, I know a place nearby,” he murmurs, planting a kiss behind your ear.  “Great milkshakes.”

You smile.  

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST 💕💕💕

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[gukyi]

I am here to say that I have literally just sat in my room bawling over ITW and what an INCREDIBLE writer you are. I am literally speechless. This felt so damn real and so true to anyone who has ever been a counselor with an unrequited love (literally me way back in the day). The raw emotions of YN’s feelings towards Jimin had my heart crying. I felt her pain, and her sadness, and her joy all at once. This reminds me SO MUCH of Dirty Dancing LOL. Ugh TY for this. This was truly A++++. 💔😭

oh my goodness thank you so much for reading it !!!! i feel like ITW really does encapsulate that sort of wistful summer feeling, the kind where you just enjoy what you have because you know it’ll come to an end soon. i’ve been told quite a lot that ITW is reminiscent of past memories, and for that i’m honored to have written something so nostalgic for so many of you !!! thank you so much for all of the love that you’ve given it and i’m so glad that you enjoyed it!!

[icanseeyourholo]

OMG KILL ME NOW! I loved this chapter so much!!!! The near kiss killed me!!! I can’t wait to see this unfold again! ughhh you’re amazing!!!

you are amazing! thank you so much. sharing this story would only be half as fun without you cheering me on

[harrytourdates-blog]

NYC!!

It seems Ticketmaster is now listing two events for NYC, Oct 29 and Oct 30. 

You can see them searching for TM, unsure how codes work if you can access either with a code, if you need a code or anything. Please check twitter and try your luck, I have no further information. 

Good luck all! @myimaginationsrunningwild thanks so much for alerting us!

[kasiopeiae]

I’M OBSESSED WITH THIS ONLY LOOKS LIKE LOVE!!! THANK YOTHE FOR BEING SO AMAZING!!!

obsessed?? omg you’re too sweet!! thank you so much for enjoying and sharing you’re thoughts with me. you’re pretty amazing, too @myimaginationsrunningwild

[randi-eve]

takingthepayne replied to your photo “Lunch dateeeeee👌 I don’t know why I looked pissed off I’m really not 😛...”

OMG I love love loveeee your hair!! You look so pretty 😊

myimaginationsrunningwild replied to your photo “Lunch dateeeeee👌 I don’t know why I looked pissed off I’m really not 😛...”

RANDI YOU ARE SO GORGEOUS OMG

woahhhstyles replied to your photo “Lunch dateeeeee👌 I don’t know why I looked pissed off I’m really not 😛...”

So pretty!

thunderstormsandlightening replied to your photo “Lunch dateeeeee👌 I don’t know why I looked pissed off I’m really not 😛...”

Gorgeous, Love!

I LOVE ALL OF YOU THANK YOUUUUUUU

[eoieopda]

Hi Jade! I just wanted to send you big hugs on this Monday to make your week go by fast! Just started following you but I can already tell you’ll be one of my favorite people on here!!! 😊🥹💜

thank you so much, qt!!! have a great day 🥰

[wwilloww]

WILLOWW!!! HOW COME I DID NOT SEE THE LATEST UPDATE OF SHHH??!!! I AM SO UPSET AT MYSELF BRB GONNA GO DIE READING IT!!! Also miss u hope you are doing amazing ❤️❤️❤️

omg nOOOO don’t you DARE BE UPSET AT YOURSELF. PUNCH A TREE (softly so you don’t hurt urself) BUT NO ANGER TOWARDS THE MOST LOVELIEST LASS JOANNA OKAY 

but honestly posting chapter five was an absolute MESS. it didn’t show up in the tags and it took me about three hours before it would let me tag anyone in the taglist 🙄so, definitely not your fault. But i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!!! 

[xjoonchildx]

✨ GET TO KNOW YOUR CONTENT CREATORS ✨ Tell us about your creative vision! details you are proud of, but nobody noticed? The Best Feedback?? want to gush about a personal favorite or yours??? nows the time!

oh wow, anon! i honestly find it kind of hard to talk about my writing like this sometimes? but i'm gonna try and answer your questions as best i can.

i don't know that i have one single cohesive creative vision. i've tried my hands at a lot of different genres in my fics so far and i feel like my tastes for what i read and write are always kind of changing? i've done a couple of suspense-y type stories and then some pure fluff and then some pure smut, etc. i just want people to feel like my stories are plausible are entertaining in some way and i want them to come along for the ride.

i have gotten such wonderful feedback in my time on tumblr and i would hate to "rank" any over the others, but when i think about feedback that has made my heart actually SOAR i can tell you that i have read reviews from people like @propinqxity @myimaginationsrunningwild and @raplinesmoon that legitimately made me take a seat and ponder my entire existence. i hope they all know how much their kinds words mean to me.

a story i can gush about? again, for some reason i'm kind of shy in this regard. but i can tell you that a story that i am very proud is greedy and i have a sneaking suspicion that when i'm done with kanalia it will probably be my favorite story so far. fingers crossed 💕

thank you for taking the time to ask me about this, i really appreciate you caring enough to even want to find out 🤣

[icanseeyourholo]

Please never stop writing!! I’m in love! You’re inspiring me to get back to writing!!!

excuse me what??? that is so cool! i can’t believe i inspired someone to write? i need to go lie down.

[myimaginationsrunningwild]

Randi came up with a BRILLIANT plan. We are buying the guys drinks and sending them over to their VIP table at the after party. Which will basically signal to Harry and Niall if you want it come and get it na na na.

[dumbcoast]

You look gorgeous as a blonde and with purple hair and with brown hair you can probably so anything w/it and look hot!!!

stoP shh i love you thank you i just don't like the blonde at all

it's been fun for a few days but it's not me

[randi-eve]

myimaginationsrunningwild replied to your post “Great so there’s an extra 20 minutes of bonus footage AND four more...”

But it'll also be on the DVD so you can just wait for that!!! Lol

YES OMG the dvd doesn't come out till December fuckkkk