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RATING: (regardless, this space is not for minors) G - general audience | PG - strong, suggestive language | PG-13 - frequent use of strong language, grittier subject matter | R - large amounts of vulgar language and adult references | MA - strictly for adults 18+ WARNINGS: please do not take these lightly, if it’s listed that means you can expect to encounter it DISCLAIMER: I do not claim to own any part of BTS. All members of BTS are faces and name claims for these stories. Every post is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement, or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in my works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

▻ Lights, Camera, Action ↳ Pairing: Namjoon x Jungkook x f.Reader ┉ AU/Trope(s): Art, Friends to Lovers, Coworkers to Lovers ⤜ Genre(s): fluff, smut, mild angst ⤜ Rating: MA Chapters: [3/3] WC: 22,484 Summary: Namjoon told you about his ‘lust list’, it’s like a bucket list but for sex, when you first got together over 5 years ago. Together, over the years, you’ve checked off one item after another. Now, you’re down to the last three things…and they’re a bit unconventional as far as typical relationships go. 1. Watch my significant other be pleasured by someone else 2. Film my significant other with someone else 3. Have a threesome with another guy Most people might shy away from it, intimidated by potential competition; but, unconventional is kind of your thing. You’re secure in your relationship and love bringing him pleasure in any way you can. Namjoon’s a successful art director and has his eyes set on one of his cast members to help complete the list. Tall, dark, and devilishly handsome, Jungkook could be the perfect little helper. It’s perfect. They’re perfect…but does Jungkook agree? ⚠️Joon has dom vibes, kissing, cunnilingus, blindfolding/sensory play, praise, worship, edging, spanking, biting/marking, dirty talk, Jungkook has a filthy mouth, workplace flirting/sexual tension, filming of a sex tape, dirty thoughts, messy/rough blowjob & facefucking, praise, dirty talk, vaginal sex with creampie, M/M kissing, cum eating, food play, mild panic, face sitting, M/M oral, anal fingering, M/M anal, threesome M/M/F Please check the beginning of each chapter for specific warnings.

▻  I Put A Spell On You ↳ Pairing: Jimin x f.Reader & Jungkook x f.Reader ┉ AU/Trope(s): Witch, Friends to Enemies to Lovers, Thriller ⤜ Genre(s): angst, smut ⤜ Rating: MA Chapters: [2/2] WC: 9,257 Summary: It’s Halloween and Jimin is all about sly tricks and rotten treats. He’s always been a bit devious. You blame it on him being a quarter demon. Under the full blood moon, you find yourself facing down a devil with cotton-candy pink hair and a coy smile. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he invited his sharp-toothed, tattooed friend to join the fun. ⚠️ This story does contain dub-con and non-con elements via potion and spell usage. Blood, descriptions of gore, and mentions of murder. Threats of vampire biting. Semi-rough manhandling. Spitroasting. Blood/blood play. Biting/marking. Rough/forceful sex. Power play. Degradation & praise. Use of restraints with mentions of BDSM. Please check the beginning of each chapter for specific warnings.

▻  Dream For Us ↳ Pairing: Hyung Line x f.Reader ┉ AU/Trope(s): Demi-God, Strangers to Lovers ⤜ Genre(s): angst, smut ⤜ Rating: MA Chapters: [3/3] WC: 15,255 Summary: They’re Demi-Gods of The Dream Kingdom and a divine soul has been promised to The Dream for eons, finally an eternal companion for one of them to enjoy. As Fate would have it, you’re the chosen one. The problem? There are four of them and only one of you. You’re the first oblation to The Dream Kingdom, the first spoil of a long and lonely wait. So, who gets you? The Strings of Fate are being pulled and your dreams are full of beautiful, intangible things. Four possibilities, four sin-filled dream experiences, four choices– in the end, the choice is yours…or is it? P.S. This is a hyung line fic but the maknae line gets a special little something extra for being good boys (with prehensile tails)💜 ⚠️ Dream demons, sleep paralysis, wet dreams, monster cocks, edging, orgasm denial, ruined orgasms, spit roasting, Seokjin tastes like candy, Yoongi has a filthy mouth and likes spanking, Hoseok’s one wish is an orgy with the maknae line, Namjoon is soft with big boy energy. MCD (but also not really?)/vehicle accident but it’s a HEA, allusion to violence, and references/promises of sexual satisfaction Please check the beginning of each chapter for specificwarnings.

▻ Flowers Of Fate ↳ Pairing: UnseeliePrince!Yoongi x Human!f.Reader (ft. x UnseelieGuard!Jungkook x SeeliePrince!Jimin x WoodNymph!Namjoon) ┉ AU/Trope(s): Fae & Magick, Strangers to Bonded Mates ⤜ Genre(s): angst, fluff, smut ⤜ Rating: MA Chapters: [4/4] WC: 50,072 Summary: You grew up hearing whimsical tales and ballads of magic and the hauntingly beautiful fae from your late grandpa. In an effort to feel closer to him and experience the joy he so often spoke of, you take a spur-of-the-moment trip to Scotland to partake in Beltane— a festival that took center stage in many of his stories. But, in a shower of yellow flower petals, you find yourself getting far closer to your grandpa’s stories than you ever thought possible. ⚠️ Adult humor, crass language, talk of adult activities, drinking, mild angst/talk of the loss of a loved one, kidnapping, talk of murdered loved ones, angst, hurt feelings, vaginal sex, cum eating, body exploration, awkward yet endearingly cute sexual moments, jealousy, blood, stab wounds, violence, torture/being held captive, minor character deaths, first-time vaginal sex, not-so-first-time vaginal sex, nipple play, marking/biting, mfmm scene, kissing, guys kissing, blow job, cum swallowing, creampies Please check the beginning of each chapter for specific warnings.

▻ Beware The Thorns ↳ Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin x Jungkook x f.Reader ┉ AU/Trope(s): Crime/Mafia, Foster/Step Sibling Taboo Romance ⤜ Genre(s): angst, smut ⤜ Rating: MA Chapters: [2/2] WC: 17,491 Summary: They came into your life, turning your whole world upside down; the three men that were once thorns in your side but have become so much more. You’re supposed to call them ‘family’, but you’d rather just call them yours, wickedness, thorns & all. 🚩DEAD DOVE Please note this story will contain strong themes that some readers may find disturbing; proceed with caution. ⚠️ Crass language, devious thoughts, taboo/foster sibling relationship (Yoongi and Jimin were adopted into the FMC’s family, & JK is her stepbrother), mention of past parent death, mention of death of parent, talk of torture room/devices, mild choking, degradation, manhandling, sexual taunting, sexual exploration, voyeurism/exhibitionism, clit play, cum play, m/m touching, v. sex, dirty talk, gun violence/on page murder, gore, detailed descriptions of blood & viscera, fucking in blood, body worship, tit fucking, blood licking, biting, spanking, cunnilingus & m/m cum eating, spit-roasting. Please check the beginning of each chapter for specific warnings.

WIPS: Clear The Smoke - JHS/JJK x f.reader, arsonist, enemies to lovers PULSE - JJK/KTH/PJM x f.reader, vampire, crime, urban fantasy Moondrops & Stardust - KSJ/KTH/JHS x f.reader, high fantasy, fae The Entertainment - PJM/MYG hired companion/sex work

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[sereisstuff]

ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇꜱ

noun

plural noun: curses

1.

a solemn utterance intended to invoke a supernatural power to inflict harm or punishment on someone or something.

Tale of the story: Jungkook; a demigod. Fell in love with a mortal, in most stories the mortals die. What makes you think this one is any different.

Plus size reader (Not implied, but I only write for plus size readers so any, and every story on my page that I’ve written is implied, plus-size reader)

Warnings: self-inflicted harm (not intentionally) mentions of blood. Swearing? very rushed. Little dialogue at times. Angst! Fantasy.

Inspiration was when I was staring out the car window like four hours ago, so do what you will with that information. Song's I recommend is a runaway from aurora and the seed.

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Your hair bustled in the wind, mimicking the waves before them. A deafening shriek, melodiously flowing through the air as the heavy roars of Poseidon fell before you. Oh, how you wished this day could end, it was all due to your imaginative stupidity which led you to your untimely decisions. Your curiosity piqued a much greater meaning as you stumbled upon something you shouldn’t have, something so tender that not even your callous human hands could grasp.

It was a warm day when you stumbled upon Jungkook bathing under the waterfall, by far the most exquisite figure you’ve ever laid your eyes on. It was odd, he was handsome, so handsome your mind couldn’t comprehend his features. So defined in the most perfect places but even his flaws held beauty. Something you wouldn't ever say to yourself, you were so busy lost in his exotic features that as you examined him, your once starstruck eyes turned into shocked ones.

His feet replaced by fins connecting his toes, strong legs glistening under the water almost gloss like. If you hadn't gasped aloud, you wouldn’t have caught the creature's focus. His charismatic eyes faded into anguish and he held his breath as if you would slowly forget him, which you wish he implied on you at this moment.

Jungkook was a rather charismatic being, so full of life. He told you many things, the beings he encountered, his descendancy and you were absolutely enchanted by it all. Jungkook went from being the eye that captured you to the person you needed the most. So much had happened that the dangers you encountered soon became normalised. He wasn’t a god nor was he human, he was a demigod.

And you can recall the very moment he told you…..

“You know, I’ve known you for a while now. Yet, you still can’t give me a direct answer as to what you are? Who you are? You know so much about me but I know nothing about you” you asked, it was very true. You often got lost in your rambles that by the time he watched you walk into the night back to your residency, you no longer had time to ask him who he truly was, it was almost like you forgot. Every. Single. Time.

Jungkook stared at his reflection beneath him, toes curling just before the water and he wondered. Was it truly something he wanted you to know, did he no longer honour his people's secrecy, it was as if the water would always be a part of him and just like the tides. He was pulled from his desire to feel ‘normal’, that the other part of him wanted nothing more than to run from the ocean.

“I don’t know what I am either” he spoke, voice tough in correspondence “I’m many things, to many beings. I’m a prince to countless, an heir to others. A beast of life to some, but to you and your people, I am a demigod. A halfling cursed with humanity, I’m telling you this because as we’ve ventured, I’ve given you my trust and you’ve done nothing to betray it” Jungkook's voice was soft, as always. His curious gaze lifted from beneath his fallen hairs, strayed from their roots and moved like silk from his eyes as the wind touched his bristles.

Your bottom lip curled between your teeth in thought, it wasn’t hard to believe because at this point in time. This was the least likely to be the most unbelievable.

“If you're a demigod as you say, and your source correlates with the water. Does this mean your father is….poseidon?” came your question, your needy eyes now meet by his doe ones. His brows furrowed in response as if it was hard for him to communicate.

With his intense gaze, he nodded, ever so slowly. It was a painful nod, one stricken in fear. Jungkooks charisma faded into his clouded mind and you led him astray from his defences. He didn’t enjoy this, his shared vulnerability felt unnatural, it wasn’t the way he was taught. His humanity was often correlated with Beastiality by his people and the emotions that flooded his mind felt so distant to him. It wasn’t like he feared his people, he just feared their intentions with those who they didn’t deem worthy of knowing of them.

“Then why do you seem so human-like, is this my perception of you? Am I meant to know of your existence because if that’s not the answer, must I fear for my life” you asked slowly, making sure every word you spoke made it through to him, your tendency for empathetic traits seemed to come into play and by the looks of it? It seemed sickening to him.

The sun was led astray by the clouds and your moment was soon to end, the lake he visited you was by the ocean. Covered in a deep forest with a subtle pathway of dirt to lead you back home.

Jungkook let a giggle escape his mouth towards your idiocy “You don’t need to fear for your life as long as I’m here. My mother presented herself as a human during the time she met my father, a woman with such beauty had grasped his attention. It’s hard to say why I’m like this because she herself wasn’t a human. My father says it’s because the moment they collided was what I was imaged after but these days I don’t believe much from his mouth” a slight husk to his tone deepened at the mention of his father.

“As long as you're here aye? What are you, my protector? My guardian? Jungkook my saviour” you cooed falling helplessly on his hooded chest to lighten up his dampened mood. The information was enough to suffice your curiosity, just enough to vanquish your questions and you didn’t want to risk his sadness for your rambling mind.

Jungkook lifted a ringed finger, resting it on your head in a comforting motion. Surprising you. You sat awkwardly, legs laid upon each other as you laid on his thighs unintentionally “Protector has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” He asked, his childish tone was back once more letting the serious resonance fade into the abyss of his mind once more.

“More like Jungkook the fish, when have you once protected me, it’s always me protecting you. Like that time a kid tried throwing water at you and I pushed you out of the way” You continued, feeling the heat of your cheeks fire in adornment, he never held you this intimately. Only a peck to those plush cheeks of yours and a hug, usually you were doing the hugging...

“You didn’t need to, I’m not a mermaid. A tale isn’t going to spontaneously pop out of my ass, you just made us both look like idiots” He laughed, sending you into hysterics “Let me have my saviour moment dammit, in my mind that was quite heroic of me don’t you think” you tried lifting yourself from his thigh but his grasp was too strong, that not even your head moved from his stoned hands.

“Not at all, heroism can’t even be the definition of what you did. Maybe embarrassment? Or, even better. Dumbass?” you shot up from his hand, defying his strength. Planting your hands to his side so your face was merely away from his face “I am not a dumbass, I did what I thought was right at the time, I should have let the water hit you, very very ungrateful if I may say so myself” you didn’t really notice the proximity at first, to fired in your own mind to notice Jungkook's doe eyes widen at the mere feel of your breath heating his cheeks.

Your ramble continued as he gulped, heated in nervousness. His eyes turning a pale blue, covering his chocolate brown eyes with a slight desire but mostly fear of his actions.

“Ah, y/n” he tried but you continued over him “-remember that time your fingers started doing that sticking together thing like a fin and I took my gloves off, mid-winter to cover yours which by the way. You never gave back, I don’t care because you can keep them but living under the water and all, I feel like I should have given them my final wishes at least”

Jungkook coughed, staring into your eyes, placing a soft hand onto your hips in hopes of it grasping your attention “By the way, were you trying to make a mako mermaid reference and I’m only just getting it now because that would make me feel like a dumbass, which I’m not. I’m not implying that you are either because you're smart but you're also a dick” Your words were switching so fast that he panicked and planted a kiss onto your soft plump lips.

Oh, how warm they felt, your eyes widened in shock. Feeling his soft lips move rhythmically against your own, unable to comprehend his movements as you stared at his thick lashes coating his lids, finally sinking into his tender touch.

Jungkooks fairly large hands are planted on your wide hips, his touch so tender in fear of hurting you. Even his kisses lingered on your lips as he struggled to move from their enchantment.

From that moment onwards you both lingered on the thought of it, treating the other more softly. Graciously, he treated you like a porcelain doll in fear of losing you. He always kept one hand clasped to your own, for what he called his mystical rope.

But moments like that also end in tragedy because even if you found love. Your demise soon followed you to your meeting place, in hopes of seeing him by the dock you awaited. Staring dreamily at the moon above you, your eyes playing with the stars surrounding it and your heart warmed at the tranquillity falling before you, everything seemed to be so full of majesty.

You were so lost in a daze that you didn’t notice the feet pandering behind you, a hooded figure stood before you, lips uncovered but eyes hidden in disguise. This moment wouldn’t have scared you, unmatched to yours and Jungkook's odd adventures, still, the knife they had in their hand glistened under the moonlight and that made your heart race scarcely.

“Y/n?” they asked, voice full of femininity.

You nodded, eyes in search of their own. “Lighten up, I’m not here to hurt you” they laughed, removing their hood painfully slowly, revealing a young woman. Mid-fifties with healthy skin and strands falling down her face with the colour of lightning streaks befalling them, her doe eyes and thin brows reminded you of something but as you gazed into her eyes, you felt the fear vanquish.

“Who are you?” you asked, it seemed as if you’d been doing that often nowadays.

The hooded woman sat beside you, her large, golden streaked blanket resting on her slender shoulders fell like a pool surrounding her due to its thickness. It seemed warm on the inside. “I am no one.” she gave, wisely making you roll your eyes “no one? Everybody's someone” you replied, disliking the ungiving answer she so happily gifted you.

Her slender jaw spread as she released a mocking laugh “Darling, some want to be perceived as someone. I am the embodiment of no one, by now I know your shock is an action of acting. I know of your adventures, I know of your discovery. So take me as I am because I may come back in a different form next time around; the concept of matter is how you mould it, when you are matter, you are anything.”

“You are no one” you repeated in hushed whispers, to which she hummed in reply “-yes, I come as a heathing warning for you my dear” her long black hair swished like magic around her but she was so unfathomed by it, by everything. You couldn’t even feel her energy, her being was untraceable, it was almost like she was a concept of unperception “a warning? First, you stand before me with a knife, then you lecture me on matter and now I’m receiving a warning for something I may not have even don-”

“No, not of what you have done. What you’ve meddled in, as you may know. The prince you're waiting for” she was cut off by you immediately “How did you kn-”

“I’m speaking” she demanded, she flicked her slender fingers in the with fast-paced movements, the advancement made your posture straighten and your mouth shut, ziplocked “I heath a fate made warning; A prince will someday meet his demise, secrecy is leaked and unfathomable death may plague all lands unless the loved are sacrificed. Unlike many, whom may not understand that. I come to you in the form he was conceived in, despite never appearing before him. I have come to you, I have deciphered the riddle for your understanding. Jungkook has always been the son of the cursed. Unless you sacrifice yourself for him”

“I know your love for him is prudent and rooted in for all of eternity so I ask you this? Is your love so strong that you're willing to lay down your life and wait for him in the next? Or are you so obsessed with what he is that your love is a manifestation of your unlived fantasies' ' she spoke with such anger, your breathing elevated as the moon disappeared within the clouds and her eyes turned a bright blue with black surroundings. Her hair floated in the air and she once more reversed her curse she placed on you, watching you fall to the floor, coughing from the unused air within your lungs.

“What’s it to you? Yo-you were never there for him. He grew motherless, your sudden support seems awfully unwilling” you screamed, her power raised the winds and the tides grew with it. “You know nothing of magick my dear, scream all you want but what’s set in stone cannot be changed by faith. I protect him from the shadows and nurture him from afar. He doesn’t need me, he’s a prince, a son of a god. He can handle himself.”

She stood, using her power to light up the sky around you in an array of lighting. Strong her movements were, the tips of her fingers swirled as a barricade of wind surrounded you both, blocking the outside world off, the anger rising around you couldn’t be heard from your standing point and your fear suddenly grew. Was what she said true? Were you merely going to be a sacrifice in fate?

“Do you love my son?” she asked, this time. Her hands placed on your cheeks, warming them and disclosing your fear. You didn’t hesitate, nodding your head almost immediately, causing her saddened doe eyes to close, squeezed shut in thought. Her cries kept from her throat and she apologised “I’m so sorry for this.” She whispered. Suddenly, her hands lit and your mind eradicated into an unfathomable pain, but just as it arrived. It also left and instantaneously you felt trapped.

You watched from within your eyes, as she gifted you her golden knife. Placing her soft forehead against your own, whispering sweet nothings until she backed away and looked atop into the sky before slowly disappearing into the air like ash.

“No, no, no” you repeated watching as you unleash a cut on your skin.

It was a quick, swift moment. The knife pierced at your skin and sliced your innocence, it was damn near painful but your mind was so overrun with memories that the pain you inflicted upon yourself felt no less painful than the crack in your heart. It was a damned ending from the beginning but just like most, happy beginnings end horribly because it’s too good to be near true.

You were mortified by what was to come but just like the pain of birth, the pain of new beginnings and the entrance to humanity. Death could mimic its transition and your boat was rocking. But you didn’t regret any of it, you knew the moment he told you of what was to come that this was your sacrifice, your tears watering the board creaking beneath you as the raging waves swindled the currents beneath you, at this point. It no longer felt like you were endangered by anything, your trapped consciousness merged into one and you walked to the edge of the dock.

Rivers of blood trickled down your arms and you cried from within, just a moment ago you awaited your love’s arrival but now you’ve become his only path of living. It was all unfair.

But just like that, your will vanished and you fell. The drop wasn’t too far but you did, your hair sunken into the water, the tides pulling you further beneath its weight and you felt weightless. It felt serene, the suffocation of your lungs was unkempt but then again, you couldn’t feel anything. Not even the siren screamed before you as Jungkook saw your floating body and silken blood dragging from your arms like leashes. The gash inside of your belly was doing its unholy work.

He had you in his arms, strongly wrapped behind your head and your waist as he stared at you, eyes stricken in fear and pain, shooting from the wanted with you in his arms, landing on any near-surface. Using his arms as a shield from your pain, he couldn’t understand the sudden change in environment but he knew of whom when he saw your floating body.

All he saw was red.

The rain began to fall from the sky, masking his hefty tears from his eyes. He couldn’t see your breathing so he reached a hand above your mouth, whispering incantations as his tips felt the water pile, lifting from your purple lips and a cough escaping your mouth.

“Come on, y/n. You can’t do this to me, not now” He cried sullenly, “please” he pleaded, resting a head on your cheek, the once tender warmth released with thin streaks of breathing and ice-cold skin, his cries mimicked the thunder as he rested his hand against your stomach praying to the ocean for strength, he no longer cared about himself because in a world without you, there wasn’t a world of hope. Of adventure, of love. He couldn’t bear the thought and if you left, he would too.

He screamed a growl like one as his hands lit in blue, heavy harshed breaths escape his mouth and his heart patterned. He didn’t care for the wind prickling at his raised hairs, the lightning striking before him because if he could save you, he couldn’t save himself.

“Please, breath baby. Please.” he sobbed.

The wounds barely healed as he leant an air against your chest, unable to hear your lively heart. Breaking him further “Why, why her out of all people. Why not me, out of all people you took the one person willing to love me” He wailed into the sky, falling against your corpse body. His tears falling against your salty face.

“Just five more minutes would have felt like an eternity more if you gave me the chance.”

He curled up beside you in the rain, ignoring the storm happening around him. His arm wrapped around your flat body as he sunk into your neck with loud sobs. His smile broke from him and the strings to his heart no longer played its serene melodies as he saw you, riddled with death.

It was churning, moments ago you awaited his love. His oddly cold warmth he provided and now you laid in the eye of all rage. Your thoughts are alive once more, but faintly. Just like the faint beat of your heart that caught the attention of your lover. His weakened hands pushed his body up and laid an ear against your heart, the strum of your strings beating once more gifted him something more, life couldn’t leave your body just yet.

His tears stuck to your face and the magic within them, secured into your veins and simultaneously he watched your wounds turn into sigils of protection, scarred into your body. Your breathing returned as Jungkook hovered above you, his fin-like hands placed beside your messy strands as he tucked the swindled roots behind your pierced ears, awaiting for your eyes to open once more.

“Am I just that important” you whispered barely, the movement of your lips made him laugh in joy. His breathing heightened as his chest pumped in and out.

He gripped your cheeks making you hiss in pain “shit, sorry” he muttered, still eccentric in glee. Just like the sea, you wanted to continue living so you fought fate. The comfort of your lovers' hands against your stricken features was extremely comforting and just like that, the heavy rain turned into hushed whisps.

“I promise to never leave your side again, never” he promised as he straddled your head within his strong arms.

“Fine by me” you coughed, voice still weakened by the taste of death.

Jungkook laughed, staring into the sky with hatred. One day he would get his revenge but for now, his focus was solely on you, and only you “I should have known better, I’m so sorry” he apologised frantically, you placed a hand on his naked arm, shocked that all this time he wasn’t clothed “It’s okay, Jungkook. It’s not your fault”

“You're wondering if I’m cold, goddamit y/n. You were dying and you're worried about me”

You shoved his head weakly “leave me alone, it’s hard not to worry about someone you love”

Jungkook pecked your cheek, tiredly “I love you too”

[pr3ttywh1tejaws]

jungkook greek god au

au where jungkook is the son of persephone but lives deep in a forest somewhere on earth and never really sees his mother.

namjoon is a philosopher travelling through the forest but is running out of supplies but jungkook finds him and saves him and they eventually fall in love.

feel free to use this au idea! but please give credit for inspiration to babiejoonbug on tumblr :)) 💕💕

let me know if you use this!

[liquid-glass]

[kkookies]

crowned prince

kim taehyung

[borahaerhy]

Love and Sarcasm (1) - knj

Summary: The second semester of your sophomore year in college has started and there are only two people in your creative writing class that have published works: You, and Kim Namjoon; a pretentious know-it-all that just so happens to be in the same frat as your best friend.

Pairing: Fuckboy!Namjoon x Demi!Chubby!Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, College! au, eventual smut

Warnings: Namjoon is toxic, Jimin drinks some wine before driving but he's not intoxicated, College parties, the entirety of bts being in a frat, Y/n has a caffeine addiction, references to Jimin and Y/n partying a lot while underage.

Word count: 5.6k

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Note: Hey guys! I decided to make it a mini series, It should be 4-5 parts because I wasn't even half done and we were almost at 15k words so I decided I should split it up xD. I hope you enjoy :))

“There’s my favorite librarian,” You looked up from the cart of books you had been organizing and at your best friend of almost 10 years, holding a large coffee that you desperately hoped was for you.  

“Did you get me the good stuff?” You asked as he handed you the cup, rolling his eyes as your eyes rolled back into your head as the hot bitter liquid met your tongue.  

“Of course, I also got you a donut because coffee isn’t breakfast,” you gasp at his bold statement clutching your chest as exaggeratedly as you could muster.  

“Says who?” You question as you gently set your coffee down on your desk, features still exaggerated 

“Most people, I’m pretty sure. Eat the damn thing; and next time you wake up late ask someone else to get your coffee for you, I have shit to do,” he dropped the bag with the donut in it on your desk as you resumed organizing the books.  

“Where have you got to be before 4pm?” You scoff, eyeing your friend out of the corner of your eye as he yawns.  

“I’ll have you know,” he speaks through his yawn, “That my classes are early this semester. My first ones at 10,” You give a slight smirk as you shake your head lightly.  

“Wow, look at you up and out of the house a whole 2 hours before you have to be anywhere – if I didn’t see it I wouldn’t believe it,” he narrows his eyes at you even though you weren’t even close to facing him.  

“Haha, very funny. When are your classes for this semester?” He questions, sliding his hands into the pockets of his winter jacket.  

“Uh, my Monday, Wednesday, Friday classes start at 9, so I should actually probably leave here soon. I have creative writing then at 2, I have one of the 40 English classes I have to take. Tuesdays and Thursdays are just Child Development which starts at noon,” You furrow your eyebrows, struggling to remember your new schedule off the top of your head.  

“That English class, is it with Duncan?” You look over at him before nodding, picking up your coffee with one hand and placing the other on your hip as you take a sip. “Thank god, you know I hate reading, you’re going to be my lifeline, my little nerdy friend,” You cock an eyebrow at his mention of the word little.  

“Jimin, we’re the same height, and I think I’ve got a few pounds on you, please stop calling me little,” you set down your coffee and look down at the sheet for the books that are due back today and start crossing off a few that had already been returned.  

“I meant more figuratively. You’re emotionally 5’2,” You roll your eyes, a small smile creeping through you try to hide. “I need to get going, I have to meet up with the frat before I get to classes today,”  

“Still can’t believe they let you into a frat,” you stood up straight again, taking one last sip of your coffee before you pushed the cart of books out from behind your desk.  

“Still can’t believe you refuse to come to my frat parties.”  

“Can you seriously see me going to a frat party?” You asked, almost laughing at the thought. Jimin nodded.  

“I have actually physically seen you at several frat parties, Y/n,”  

“Yeah, in high school,” He shrugged as he started walking backwards toward the front door.  

“I’m just saying, I’ve seen the party girl in you, babe. Don’t pretend she doesn’t exist anymore – she was hot,” you rolled your eyes as he pulled his hat back down over his ears before stepping out into the cold.  

- 

You made your way to the back of the large lecture room, sitting in the back row next to a very large window that overlooked the snow-covered campus. You placed your 2nd coffee of the day down on your desk before sitting down, satisfied with your view of the board in front of you. It wasn’t a large class, so by the time everyone else had made their way in, you were still the only person in the back row.  

“Good morning class, my name is Helen Swain, and I’ll be your professor for this semester,” She went on for a few more minutes, talking about what was going to be covered in the class and what to expect, even handing out a paper syllabus before announcing that she expected physical copies of all of your assignments. Looks like it’s time to invest in a printer.  

“And I just have one more thing to announce before we get started. As this is a creative writing class, I thought it would be nice to highlight some of your classmates that have their very own published works! To the two who have their work published, would you please stand and tell us a little bit about it?” Your heart sunk as you reluctantly stood up, one other student a few rows ahead of you standing up as well. All eyes fell to him first.  

“Young man in the front, why don’t you tell us a bit about yours?” He nodded and clasped his hands together.  

“Yes, of course. It was a deep and very meaningful poem I wrote when I lost someone who was very close to me. My high school English teacher actually turned it in to a competition where it won first prize and got published,” The professor smiled widely as she began to clap, the rest of the class joining awkwardly as he sat down.  

“That sounds wonderful, I’m glad you had a teacher in high school that saw your talent,” she paused for a moment, turning her gaze to meet you, your hands awkwardly shoved into the pocket of your oversized hoodie. “And what about you, in the back?” All eyes were now on you, but thankfully you were seated much higher up than all of them, so you could largely ignore them.  

“Um, it’s called Sarcastic, and it’s an acrostic of the word sarcastic, that I wrote when I was 15 and turned in to a competition because I had to for a grade, and apparently it was just edgy enough to make the cut,” A couple of the students laughed, not that you minded – it’s hardly impressive and extremely funny that it had even happened. The boy who went first seemed to think it was absolutely hilarious, though.  

“Well, you must’ve been extremely talented to have written something so well at such a young age,” You smirked lightly and gave a thumbs up as you sat down, without any applause.  

She continued on with teaching, the class relatively uneventful as it was only the first day, but you still had an assignment due on Friday: a fictional piece of at least 5,000 words. You wrote down the assignment in your planner that you only ever used the first week or so of new classes, then completely disregarded the rest of the semester, before getting up and walking out of class with everyone else, tossing your long empty cup in the trash on the way out.  

With the hour you had between classes, you decided to go to the schools café and get yourself an iced coffee to have a little variety. From there, you made your way to where you knew Jimin would be getting out of his lecture shortly and want to rant about something before he had to go sit through another 4-hour lecture.  

“Looks like people will probably come to me for help,” you turn behind you, feet still moving in the general direction of when you needed to go before you turned back around as he caught up to you. “No offense, I just think my poem seemed a little more impressive than yours,” You hummed in agreement as you nodded, taking a sip of your coffee as you watched the smirk on his face grow confused.  

“No, that’s good, actually, because I really hate it when random people come up to me and start talking about thing’s they generally know nothing about,” you both stopped walking, now turned to face one another as you took another sip of your coffee before slapping him on the shoulder. “So, thanks for that, bud.”  

You turned and continued walking to Jimin’s classroom, which thankfully was right down the hallway from where your next class was going to be. “Oh my god I almost fell asleep like 20 times, who knew philosophy was so boring?” Jimin whined the second he was out of the classroom, causing you to snicker.  

“Literally everyone, Jiminie,” you smiled as he linked arms with yours as you started slowly walking down the hall to your next subject.  

“You like it,” he shot back as you shrugged.  

“Because I’m boring Jimin, c’mon man, wake up!” You snapped in front of his face as you aggressively told him to wake up, sipping your coffee before he noticed you had a new coffee in your hands.  

“That’s not the same coffee I bought you this morning, Y/n, and did you even eat your donut?” You scoffed.  

“Of course I ate my donut that you so graciously bought me, what kind of a person only drinks coffee all day and has their first meal at 7pm?”  

His expression fell as you turned to face each other outside of your class, his arms now folded across his chest. “You, asshole, that’s why I asked,” Granted, you had thrown the donut away after only having one bite; it was way too sweet too early in the morning. And he most certainly did not have the right to judge you on your coffee habits.  

“Well, new year new me, Jiminie. I'll have you know I'll be eating food along with my ten cups of coffee a day,” you smiled, entering the classroom.  

“Can you at least narrow it down to seven cups?” He followed you to the back of the room, the only acceptable place to sit.  

“Never.”  

- 

After class, Jimin walked you home and then invited himself inside of your quaint apartment, plopping himself down on your couch before you could even finish getting your winter jacket off.  

“So, what’re you going to wear to my party on Friday?” you scowl at him as you kick your shoes off, dropping your bag next to them before you cross your arms, moving over to where he’d occupied a large amount of your sofa before you squeeze in next to him.  

“Who says I’m going to your party?” You retort, Jimin’s smirk never fading from his face.  

“Me,” he spoke proudly, as if he’d just found a loophole in the system that forced you out of your house. He has not.  

“Friday you said?” you ask, narrowing your eyes as he nodded as if in deep thought, pondering your options, before you shook your head and moved your eyes back to meet his. “Sorry, can’t, that cuts into my brooding time. Maybe if it were on a Tuesday–”  

“You’re hilarious, you know?” He asked sarcastically after rolling his eyes. You nod.  

“Duh,” his face softened as he turned to face you, grabbing your hand in the process.  

“Seriously, Y/n, I think you might actually have fun if you come,” he elongated his words as he tugged on your hand slightly, his bottom lip jutted out as he begged. You rolled your eyes, trying to pull your hand back out of his grasp but he wouldn’t let you. “C’mon, babe, I've been trying to not push you, but you seriously need to get laid,” You immediately pull the pillow that you had been resting on out from behind your back before hitting Jimin as hard as you could with it, causing him to let go of you and chuckle, hands hiding his face as you swung a second time before propping the pillow back behind your back.  

“Asshole,” You started, gaining his attention, “You know I’m an emotional bitch that can only sleep with people I’m in love with, we can’t all be sluts,” he chuckled softly at your words, rubbing the arm you hit as if it was a serious wound.  

“Well then you need to go make out with someone or at least, I don’t know, get drunk and relax. I can’t remember the last time you just chilled the fuck out and had fun, ” his face became more somber as he spoke, trying not to sound like he was worried but still wanted you to know that he cared.  

“If you wont come for you then come for me, the only people I hang out with at these things are fuckboys and they’re not near as fun as you. I promise I won’t leave you halfway through the night to be slutty either, I’m all yours if you agree to be my arm candy for the night,” You groaned loudly as he finished his sentence, making him stop because you know he would keep talking if you didn’t stop him.  

“Can we find a new topic of conversation if I agree to think about it?”  

“Only if you agree to think about what you’ll be wearing to the party you’ll definitely be coming to,” he smiled, his round cheeks hiding his eyes as his grin spread across his face. You sighed, sitting back up before grabbing the remote.  

“Fine, I’ll go to your frat party, Jimin. Now, do you want to watch Harry Potter with me or not?” You asked, turning the tv on.  

“Of course, I’ll order the pizza.”  

- 

The week went by much faster than you would’ve liked it to, between working and getting used to the long class hours. You had finished the writing assignment due for your creative writing class on Wednesday; you had always been an overachiever when it came to writing assignments that you had free reign on, so it’s a bit longer than necessary as well, but you figured that would help your grade, if anything.  

You thankfully didn’t have to go into the library this morning, so you were able to get an extra couple of hours of sleep before you decided to walk to campus, seeing as it had snowed last night and it was beautiful outside. You, obviously, picked a hot black coffee on your way, the hot cup warming the fingertips your fingerless gloves neglected before you finally made your way to the large building your lecture was in.  

Having an extra few minutes before your professor would even open the door, you slid your bag off your shoulder and set it down on a bench near the entrance of the building. You opened it, putting your coffee down next to it as you realized opening a zipper is hard to do with one hand, and pulled out your assignment, wanting to be able to hand it to her before you even took your seat.  

You absentmindedly scrolled through your phone for a few minutes before you started to notice a few of your classmates walking in the building. You put your phone away, picked up your things before you went along with them.  

“Ah, Ms. Y/l/n and Mr. Kim, the two paper’s I'm most excited to read,” You turned and realized that Namjoon was right behind you, smile wide as he held his paper out at the same time you did. You both took notice of the fact yours was longer, by at least a few pages, before you both started walking to your seats.  

“Quality over quantity, Y/l/n,” he spoke lowly as he stepped quickly to keep up with you. You smirked.  

“Hmm,” you hummed, taking a sip of your coffee before turning, facing him as he threw his bag down on the table. “Hasn’t anyone told you, Kim? Size always matters,” you turned on your heal and walked up to your seat that overlooked the class, satisfied with the baffled look that was on his face when you left.  

- 

“Okay, I know I'm basically forcing you to come to this party, but that doesn’t mean you can just wear your work clothes,” It was 30 seconds after you had walked into your apartment after taking some overtime in at the library, and Jimin was already in your apartment, drinking a glass of wine with his hand on his hip as he looked at you judgmentally.  

“Did you bring your own wine glass to wait for me in my apartment to get off work so that you can scold me for not being ready 4 seconds after I walk in the door?” You cocked an eyebrow as you cross your arms across your chest, but Jimin only looks at you and nods as if that’s obvious and completely normal. You rolled your eyes as you put your things down, shedding yourself of your winter coat, gloves and hat before you walked past Jimin, taking the glass of wine from his hand and taking a sip as you walked back to your bedroom. “Besides, what’s wrong with looking like a librarian?”  

“We’re going to a frat party, not a book sale,” He scoffs, following you into your room and taking his wine back from you as you open your closet and begin to think, piecing different things together.  

“No shit, Jiminie. You just have to give me a second to get ready,” you pause, pulling a mini skirt out of your closet, looking around to see if there was any way you could pair this with something without freezing your tits off. “If someone drugs my drink it’s entirely your fault for making me look hot,” You pulled out a tight cropped sweater with a zipper down the front, holding them up together to see if they went well together. They did.  

“If someone drugs your drink, I’ll murder them,” he said nonchalantly as you heard him opening your dresser drawer. “And if you’re wearing that, you’ll need these,” He throws a pair of fishnets over the hanger of the top before he begins rifling through your shoes.  

“Well, while you figure out my outfit for me, I’ll go do my makeup,” he merely grunted and waved you off as he set his wine next to him, throwing your converse across the room.  

- 

“You’re going to catch a cold without a jacket, babe,” Jimin walked you out of your apartment and down to the street, where you had to then try to find his car in the snow-covered and cramped parking lot with your arm linked with his. You were now at least a good few centimeters taller than him, your chunky knee-high heels barely giving you enough traction to stay vertical as you walked through the ice.

“That’s what the coffee’s for, Jimin. It makes my heart beat so fast my body temperature never drops below 100 degrees,” you smiled as you walked unaffected by the temperature to his car, which was conveniently parked at the end of the lot. He opened the door for you before racing to the driver’s side and jumped in.  

“Joking about your coffee addiction isn’t making me feel much better about it, Y/n,” you only smiled as he started the car and drove the short distance between your apartment and his house. It was massive. You’ve never been inside, but you’ve seen the outside of it many times. Between Jimin being overprotective of you and you not really liking to party anymore, he just always came over to your place when you wanted to hang out.  

But now as you looked up at the large house that was already blaring music with people pouring into it, you started to get intimidated, almost wishing you’d gone to at least one of these things before so this didn’t seem so daunting.  

Before you could even unbuckle your seatbelt, Jimin had your door open, hand extended to help you get out. You quickly unbuckled yourself and stood, taking Jimin’s arm as you walked up to the house, walking right in the front door into the living room swimming with already drunk people dancing on each other.  

You made your way through the sea of people and found a space between the living room (dance floor) and kitchen (bar) that had fewer individuals.  

“Jimin, why didn’t you tell us you had a foxy girlfriend?” You turned around along with Jimin to see what was probably the most handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on. He extended his hand, waiting for you to take it as his smile spread sweetly across his face. You gave him your hand, to which he turned it up and gently placed a kiss on your knuckles, not letting his eyes leave yours. No wonder he didn’t trust these guys, I would give this man whatever he wanted no questions asked.  

“Because I knew you’d try to take her away from me. You know, like you’re doing now?” Jimin pulled you back slightly by your hips, wrapping a protective arm around you as the handsome one smiled.  

“Not his girlfriend. I’m Y/n,” his eyes widened slightly as he looked back and forth between the two of you.  

“I take it you’re single then, Y/n?” He asks. Jimin tries to step on his foot, but he moves it away quickly, eyes still boring into yours with so much intensity you almost forget how to speak. Almost.  

“That I am,” you smile, ignoring Jimin’s attempts to get you to stop talking.  

“Well you, miss Y/n, are welcome here anytime,”  

“DRINKS, lets go get drinks, Y/n, you must be parched,” Jimin pushed you away from the pretty man giving you attention and into the kitchen where there were alcoholic drinks and mixers scattered over every surface.  

“Which one was that?” You ask as Jimin finally let’s go of you, grabbing a red solo cup from where they’re stacked neatly in the corner.  

“That was Jin, you’re not allowed to date him no matter how good at talking he is. Tequila?” Jimin asks, holding up the bottle he’s already poured a shot from into his own cup.  

“I’ll take a beer, thanks,” Jimin rolled his eyes, grabbing you a beer and uncapping it before he still grabs another solo cup and fills it with a shot.  

“You still have to take a shot with me, it’s for good luck,” he takes the beer from your hand as you sip it and puts it on the counter, shoving the cup in your hand to replace it. He holds out his arm, waiting for you to link yours around it so you can take your shots together. As you roll your eyes and comply, Jin stood at the bottom of the stairs watching you and Jimin before a large hand landed on his back, bringing him back to reality.  

“You didn’t get drunk without me, I hope,” Namjoon smiled as he followed Jin’s gaze. His eyes landed on you, arms linked with Jimin, your curves on full display as you knocked your head back, letting the liquor fall smoothly down your throat before you separated, Jimin wrapping an arm around your back, resting on your hip casually as he filled his cup up once more, this time with much more than a shot. “How the fuck did Jimin pull that ass?” He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for his older friend to reply.  

“He didn’t. That’s Y/n.” Namjoon's eyes widened as he looked at Jin.  

“Y/n? As in the childhood best friend he never brings around?” Jin nods, looking back over at you. Namjoon thinks for a second before patting Jin’s shoulder again. “Dibs,” He doesn’t wait for him to respond before he makes his way over to you, walking past you to grab a beer before turning again, looking you up and down. You looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.  

“Who's your friend, Jimin?” he spoke, grabbing both you and Jimin's attention as he took a swig of his beer. Jimin sighed.  

“Namjoon, with is Y/n. Y/n, Namjoon–”  

“Oh hey, size doesn’t matter guy! How’s that working out for you?” You smirked widely as you took a small swig of your own beer. Jimin started laughing at your comment, not having any idea of the context but not needing any. Namjoon’s face fell as realization set in.  

“You know, you look a lot different without the baggy hoodie and the coffee cup glued to your hand,” Namjoon smirks as he takes another sip of his beer, now much more intrigued by you.  

“Okay wait, what am I missing here?” Jimin interjected as he finally stopped laughing, trying to figure out how you and his friend know one another.  

“Remember the asshole I told you about from my creative writing class?” your eyes never left Namjoon’s, your head only shifting slightly to the side to face Jimin, who looked at Namjoon with you, mouth open. Namjoon moved his hand over his chest, faking hurt.  

“Asshole? Wow, Y/l/n. That hurts, even from you,” the smug smirk never left his face, nor yours. You shrugged.  

“I’m sure you’ve been called worse. C’mon, Jiminie,” you looked away from Namjoon for the first time since he’d arrived, pulling Jimin and his now very full cup of tequila that you were 90% positive he didn’t add a mixer to. “I wanna dance.”  

- 

“I’m not that drunk, I will be fine,” it was probably somewhere close to 3 in the morning, and you were ready to get out of here and go to bed. Jimin was probably about as drunk as you could be without completely blacking out.  

“You’re not going to walk home or take the subway in the middle of the night looking like that in the dead of winter, getting buried in a pile of snow is a best-case scenario. Just come up to bed with me,” Jimin’s eyes were barely open as he leaned against the front door, trying his best to look stable by relying all his weight onto something to hold him up.  

“I don’t want to put you out, plus you live with like 20 dudes, several of whom tried to grab my ass at some point,” He pushed himself off the door, putting both his hands on your shoulders before he turned you around and pushed you toward the stairs, now relying on you to remain upright.  

“Then I’ll lock the door. I won’t be responsible for your death and I’m too tired to worry about you,” You rolled your eyes as you accepted defeat, helping Jimin up the stairs and into his bedroom at the end of the hall. He made sure he locked the door after you both got in the room. He hastily peeled off his shirt and threw it on the floor before falling onto his bed face first.  

You pulled off your shoes, your feet thanking you as they felt flat ground again. You pulled down your skirt and fishnets, leaving them on his dresser before you slid under the covers beside Jimin, who instinctively wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into him, nuzzling himself into your neck as you both drifted off to sleep comfortably in each other’s embrace.  

- 

It truly was a good thing you worked in a library, because on days you were hungover the quietness of it all made your head hurt less as you readjusted back to normalcy. Not that you were hungover often, especially at work, but on days you were, you knew it wouldn’t be nearly as bad as it was when you worked in a McDonalds.  

You finished putting away yesterday's returns and walked back up to your desk, stopping the cart beside you as you sat down, drinking your hot coffee, begging the caffeine to take away your headache.  

“Was that you I saw sneaking out of my house at seven in the morning?” You looked up from a pile of paperwork to see Namjoon with a wide smirk on his face and a book tucked under his arm as he strolled up to your desk. You looked back down at the papers on your desk that seemed to be multiplying, words evading your vision as you tried to read them.  

“I wasn’t sneaking, I just didn’t want to wake anyone,” he dropped the book down in front of you, leaning his elbows on the taller portion of the desk as you scanned over the book. The Forgotten Fire by Adam Bagdasarian. Interesting book for a frat boy.  

“Whose room were you coming out of?” You wrote the title of the book down on the sign out log, before inputting the same information into the computer.  

“Why don’t you ask your buddies, I’m sure whoever it was would love to brag about the encounter,” You wrote the date on a card and put it back into the book.  

“Ah, did you get burned, Y/l/n?” You ignored his question, handing him back his book, your sarcastic customer service smile taking over.

 “It’s due back in two weeks,” You extend your hand with the book in it cover pointed out to face him as he glances down at it, smug smile still playing on his lips before he takes it from your hand. You let your gaze fall back to your desk as you continued to look over your papers.  

“See you then, Y/l/n, try not to miss me too much,”  

“Only in your wet dreams, Kim,” your comment conned a genuine smile out of him as he walked out the door to the library. He didn’t know why, but Namjoon needed to know who you were with, and you gave him a pretty good suggestion. He made it not even 10 steps away from the building before he pulled out his phone, opening the group chat that all the members of his frat were in.  

Namjoon slid his phone back in his pocket before he could read Yoongi’s complaints.

No one had ever really stood up to him, especially when it came to his intelligence. Namjoon had prided himself on being the smartest person back in his high school, and even while he knew he had no hope of being the smartest person in the college, he’d at least hoped to be smarter than most of the people he came across.  

When he saw you walking on campus on the first day of class, he thought he might try his luck at flirting with you. While he didn’t think you seemed to be the most attractive based of the over-sized sweater and hair definitely not done, but you were the shy one. Face red as you spoke allowed about your poem is a self-deprecating manner, sitting as far away from others as possible. You kept away from people for the entirety of class, and then walked by yourself to get a coffee.  

You seemed easy. He’d tease you before throwing a compliment or two at your feet, and you’d be all over him. Instead, he got to the teasing part, and you’d shot back at him. You’d shot back good. He didn’t even know how to respond, so he didn’t. That’s when he decided it’d be fun to have a little rivalry with you. You didn’t talk unless someone spoke to you, but God when you did speak? It’s never something he’s expecting; and he can’t get enough.  

He hated losing, and you were the only competition he’d have this semester, all his other classes seemed to go by like a breeze. But your confidence alone would make you the most fun person to go up against.  

Then he saw you at the party – saw what you could really look like if you put effort into yourself and knew the feud he’d started with you was probably going to be the hardest one he’d have to overcome. 

There were two ways he could win: Get better grades, get better at comebacks, and prove that he was the smartest.  

Or 

He could ruin you.  

He’d never seen you at any parties before, so the likelihood of you being someone who liked to sleep around was low. That, and the fact Jimin wouldn’t even let you come to meet them meant he didn’t trust you around them; scared they’d break your heart or try to. So, you were probably emotional when it came to sex. If he could get you under him, he’d always come out on top.

Note: I TOLD YOU NAMJOON WAS TOXIC BUT I PROMISE IT'S NOT PERMANENT

[ggukkieland]

📚BTS Fic Reads - 2021 January Pt 2

*Fics are not mine. Credits go to all the writers. Please show them love by reblogging and/or commenting on their work 🥰. 

Note: if link doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist

🥕Ongoing - most recent chapter [as of date this list was posted] 🥕Completed - completed one shots | series 🌹 S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst 🌷 with reaction/commentary (if reading reactions help)

PART 1  (most of the fics were part of my Dec reads but I opted to post my favorite holiday-themed fics instead to match the 🎄☃️❄️🎄mood)

🥕[Ongoing Series]

Bad Influence Collection @noteguk - JJK | 16.1k (so far) | Bad Boy AU, Good Girl AU, Enemies to Lovers, FWB AU | S, slight A, slight F ~ [2/?] + [2 Drabbles] 

Bad Influence 🌷

Bad Behavior

Drabbles [2/?] 

Before You @ephemeralkookie - JJK | 21k (so far) | Tattooed!JK, Friends to Lovers, Parents AU | F, S, A

Original Story 🌷

Other stories in the Before You Universe

Countermelody @bonvoyagenoona  - MYG | 54.8k |  Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Producer AU, Music AU | F, S, A ~ [3/5]

Dissonance

Tuning

Syncopation

Don’t Hold Your Breath @ilikemesometaetaes - JJK | 32.3k | CEO!reader, Rockstar AU, Exes AU | A, S, F ~ [6/10] 

Driving Me Wild @koorara - JJK |  13.2k | followed roommate demon Jungkook to hell, Demon AU, Soulmate AU, Roommate AU  | F ~ [3/? + 1/? Drabble]  (this is really cute 🥰) 

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Halloween Special

In the Middle @taetemae - JJK x Reader x MYG | 7.6k | Love Triangle AU, Unrequited Love AU | A, S [1/3] 

Little Mouse @jjungkookislife - JJK | 19k | Established Relationship, College AU, Frat Boy AU, College AU | F, S, slight A ~ [8/?] 

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 

Christmas Special

Valentine’s Day

Maybe I Do @jiminssthetic - KTH | 96k | CEO AU, Arranged Marriage AU, Strangers to Lovers | A, F, S ~ [6/11] 

My Tears Ricochet Drabble Series @augustbutwinter - KTH | 1.9k | Ghost AU, Roommate AU | F, A ~ [2/12]

Pearls & Poinsettias @chillingkoo - JHS | 12k | CEO AU, Escort AU, Christmas AU | S, F ~ [2/3] 

01 02

Still reading ongoing series from previous reading lists, whenever there is an update 😊

🥕[Completed Fics/Series]

Namjoon

Asmodeus @jingabitch - one shot | 3.6k | Demon AU, Witch!Reader - While trying to summon a demon, you have an encounter with Namjoon | S  (I love this! spooky yet 🔥) 🌷

Friction @bangtanbetchfics - series | 27.5k | Rivals, Enemies to Lovers, CEO AU, feat matchmaker assistants VMIN | S, F ~ [4/4] 

01 02 03 04

Seokjin

Aubade @junghelioseok - one shot | 9.9k | One Night Stand AU, Snowed In | S 🌷

Mea Culpa @jinned -  one shot | 16.9k | Warlock AU, demon realm | S, F, A

That Famous Happy Ending @jinpanman - drabble | 2.3k | Royalty AU, Enchanted AU, Seokjin as Prince Edward | F

Uptown Girl @moononthejoon - one shot |  16.4k | part of the Playlist series, Bodyguard AU, Royalty AU, Enemies to Lovers | F, S

Yoongi

a love that endures @cinnaminsvga - one shot | 14.4k | High School Reunion AU, Exes to Lovers |  F, minor A

Eargasm  @lavishedinjimin - one shot |  9.5k | Phone Sex AU, Sex Hotline AU | S  🌷 (a re-read; imagine yoongi’s honey voice 🥵💦)

Untitled  @bxebxee - drabble | 1.8k | exes(?), “Yoongi has gone through twenty-seven phone numbers over the last ten years” | A, S (this is good, can’t believe it’s only 1.8k felt like a lot happened) 🌷

Hoseok 

A Court of Curses @readyplayerhobi - one shot | Vampire Prince x Witch!Reader, Arranged Marriage AU | S, A, F 🌷

Sometimes I Don’t Like Being Last On Your List @honeytae - one shot | 3.2k | Established Relationship, Slice of Life, arguments | A, F

The Compromise @chim-chimmie  - one shot | 12.8k | Enemies to Lovers, kind of Fuckboy AU | A, S, F

Jimin

Could Have Been You @ressjeon - drabble | 832 | bickering exes | A but in a cute way? 😁 (author considering turning it into one shot so here’s my vote 💕)

For Whom the Bell Tolls @softyoongiionly - one shot | 8k | Fantasy AU, Mythology AU, Demi-god AU | A, F, S 🌷

Remedy for Mondays @dovechim​ - series | 41.9k | Co-worker AU, Fake Pregnancy AU (lol), Fake Dating AU, fake baby daddy 😅 | F, A, S (actually a re-read because I miss HR Namjoon 🥰)

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Try Me @jjkxla - series | 11k | Gang AU, Neighbor AU | A, S ~ [4/4] (I read this on AO3 but it’s also on tumblr 🥰)

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Taehyung

Boy With Luv by ephemeralkookie - one shot | 11.6k | Idol AU, established relationship, healing/comfort fic, Slice of Life | F, S 

Get You The Moon @bymoonchild - one shot | 19.6k | Enemies to Lovers, College AU, Football AU, Jock!Taehyung, Student Reporter!OC | A, F, S 🌷 (a re-read🥰)

Kismesis @sincerelyourfangirl - one shot | 7.1k | Enemies to Lovers, Fake Dating for free cakes, Holiday AU | F 🌷

Tease @caiuscassiuss - one shot | 13k | Brother’s Bestfriend AU, Enemies to Lovers | S, F

Jungkook

The Accountant @avveh - one shot | 3.4k | Idol AU, hired to relieve his stress 😉 | S, PWP 

After Hours @zibermuda - one shot | 4k | CEO AU, Assistant!OC | S, F 🌷

Anpanman 🌷 @honeymoonjin - one shot | 6.6k |  part of the love yourself collab, Bestfriends AU, Fake Dating to get cheaper therapy lol 😅 | S, F, A 🌷

A Scum’s Wish @bobagukk - one shot | 4.3k | based on the anime of same title, FWB AU, Rebound(?) AU, Unrequited AU (they’re in love with other people) | A, slight S 

Beast by ephemeralkookie - one shot | 4.1k | established relationship, jealous Kook | S, A, F

Begin Again @jinings - one shot | 10.4k | Single Dad AU, Blended!AU (like the movie), Vacation AU, teacher!reader | F, S, A 🌷

Canceled by zibermuda - one shot (but writer said there’ll be pt2?) | 6.4k | Blogger AU | S 🌷

The Dark Prince @jkeuphoriadreamland - series | 44.1k | Curse AU, Royalty AU, Yandere themes | A, S ~ [8/8] (😥 poor prince Koo)

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Daydreams @voidswan - drabble | 1.3k | Jungkook has dreams about a woman he had never ever seen in his life | S 🌷

Deep Six @bratkook - two shot | 40.3k | (rival) Gang AU, infidelity/forbidden love, action | A, S, F ~ [2/2] 🌷

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Delete Voicemail? feat Taehyung @evangelene - one shot | 5k | Exes AU, Established Relationship, it’s just 😭 | 🌷

Fierce & Delicate + Felicity @mintseesaw - two shot | 22.4k Established Relationship, Husband AU, her parents don’t approve | A, F, S ~ [2/2] 🌷

Heated @whatifyoulivelikethat- one shot | 5.8k | Bestfriends AU, dom-sub conversation that led to more 😉 | S, A 🌷

Is Your Refrigerator Running? @joheun-saram - one shot | 4.2k | Fratboy AU, College AU, prank calls | F, humor 🌷

It Takes Two @suqakoo - one shot | 21.1k | Soulmate AU, CEO AU, fashion designer!reader, Spring AU | A, F, S 🌷 (actually a re-read, author accidentally deleted her fics) ⭐one of my ultimate favorites⭐

A Little Sand Never Hurt Anyone @mimikookie - one shot | 12.5k | bestfriends to lovers, friends celebrating 10 years of friendship | S, F (read this on AO3 before 🤔)

Love You, Crazy @vinterjeon - one shot | 3.1k | established relationship, LDR | F, S

The Masked Stranger @nottojay - one shot | 2.9k | Friends to Lovers, One Night Stand (sort of), Masquerade AU | S, F 🌷

Night Apple is Poison Apple @helvonasche - series | 30.5k | OC came back to town, childhood acquaintances turned FWB AU | S, A, F ~ [10/10]

Strings Attached  by ephemeralkookie - one shot | 4.4k | Idol AU, Friends to Lovers, FWB AU | S, F

Sorry + I’m Not Sorry by bxebee - drabbles | 4k | ex-classmates, ex-bully!JK, prosecutor!reader, Reunion AU | S, A, F   🌷

A Touch of Fate by yoonia - one shot | 9.2k | follow up to We Are All Dreamers, soulmate AU, ex-E2L, Neighbors AU, Established Relationship | F, S 🌷

You Are Mine @deathbyyoongi - one shot | 8.2k | College AU, sort of Enemies to Lovers, popular!JK, jealous Koo | S, A 🌷

Youngblood by jinned - one shot | 14.6k | Enemies to Lovers, Journalist!OC, Rockstar AU | S 🌷 (had to read it again, I just noticed the new banner 🥰)

Multi

love triangles, here we go 💔💔💔

🌹 Namjoon x Reader x Yoongi

Egotistic @pasteljeon - one shot | 4.4k | Childhood Friends AU, College AU, FWB AU | S, A, F 

Threads @yoonia - one shot | 7.2k | Slice of Life, One-sided Love AU, Infidelity AU | S, A, F

🌹  Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Heartbeat @xbaepsae -  two-shot |  24.9k | Musician AU, Unrequited Love AU, Friends to Lovers, Love Triangle AU | A, S, F ~ [2/2] (💔 my heart)

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🥕 posted: 2021 Jan 28 🥕 link to other reading lists  🌹 I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic =)

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Copyright © 2019 Mystic-Kitten-Writer, inc. all rights reserved. No reposting, modifying, or translations of any kind are allowed. Thank you for your cooperation.

AN: All stories are available to read on Ao3, Wattpad, and Quotev.

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➳ Kim Seokjin

“Flutter;” ♡ ❀ ✎ Short Story [M]

AU: Greek Mythology (Mini-series)

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Fem. Reader

He wasn’t just in love; he was head over heels, wholly consumed by a burning passion. The way you twirled in the flower fields, giggling innocently as you tugged him along. He loved you, and he knew, that now was the time. “Seokjin…?” You whispered, puzzled by his face of concentration, but he just smiled, brushing his hand against your flushed cheek, “My butterfly – my wings.” 

AN: Part of the Greek mythology AU (3rd installment)

LINKS: Prologue ︳01 ︳02

➳ Min Yoongi

“Orphic;” ♡ ❀ ☂ ✎ Short Story [M] 

AU: Greek Mythology (Mini-series)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Fem. Reader

Your voice haunted him; eerie, yet beautiful; soft, yet sad. His eyes studied you; the way your lips moved, fingertips drumming. It’s been like this for God knows how long. The both of you, sitting side by side, under the moonlight. And every night, when you returned to Hade’s domain, a part of him yearned. An unexplainable wanting to have you by his side, not only under the moon but the sun as well. You dusted off your dress, the both of you staring at each other, wanting to speak, but too shy to utter the words that were screaming in your minds. Love. ‘A love worth dying for’ – he thought.

AN: Part of the Greek mythology AU (6th installment) 

LINKS: Prologue ︳01 ︳02

➳ Jung Hoseok

“A Taste of Honey;” ♡ ❀ ✓ Short Story [M]

AU: Greek Mythology (Mini-series)

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Fem. Reader

The Greek Goddess, Aphrodite, wanted nothing more than her favourite honey-nymph to experience the power of love. So after pulling a few strings, the Goddess promises Demi-God, Jung Hoseok, an offer he can’t refuse; “sweeter than sweet.” he purred into your ear, your cheeks flushed watching the way he licked his fingers with delight, “Oh little bumblebee, you’re going to be my breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the rest of my life.”

AN: Part of the Greek mythology AU (1st installment)

LINKS: Prologue ︳01 

➳ Kim Namjoon

“Teach Me;” ♡ ✓ Short Story [M]

AU: Greek Mythology (Mini-series)

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Fem. Reader

You were everything Namjoon sought after; sexy and intelligent. He watched the way you balanced on your tippy toes, ass sticking out as you placed the dusty books back in their spot one by one. He licked his pouty lips, a grunt leaving him as his hand brushed his growing bulge. He could already see it, the way you squirmed underneath him, your moans. You were stuck up, always acting better than everyone else, but not anymore. He was going to teach you a valuable lesson; you may be the boss of this library but he was the boss of you.

AN: Part of the Greek mythology AU (2nd installment)

LINKS: Prologue ︳01

➳ Park Jimin

“Ménage à Trois;” ♡ ❀ ✎ Short Story [M]

AU: Greek Mythology (Mini-series)

Pairing: Park Jimin x Fem. Reader x Kim Taehyung

Taehyung shoved his slender digits into your mouth, watching the way you sucked with desire. “So eager kitten.” He grunted, his free hand grazing the silky material across your eyes. Jimin chuckled, feeling the way you trembled on his thigh, “You love it when we ruin you, huh, princess?” Taehyung snickered, “Of course she does because she’s ours.” And they were right - you belonged to them just as much as they belonged to you — love. Funny how it works.

AN: Part of the Greek mythology AU  (4th installment)

LINKS: Prologue ︳01 ︳02

➳ Kim Taehyung

“Ménage à Trois;” ♡ ❀ ✎ Short Story [M]

AU: Greek Mythology (Mini-series)

Pairing: Park Jimin x Fem. Reader x Kim Taehyung

Taehyung shoved his slender digits into your mouth, watching the way you sucked with desire. “So eager kitten.” He grunted, his free hand grazing the silky material across your eyes. Jimin chuckled, feeling the way you trembled on his thigh, “You love it when we ruin you, huh, princess?” Taehyung snickered, “Of course she does because she’s ours.” And they were right - you belonged to them just as much as they belonged to you — love. Funny how it works.

AN: Part of the Greek mythology AU (4th installment)

LINKS: Prologue ︳01 ︳02

➳ Jeon Jungkook

“Pearl;” ♡ ❀ ✎ Short Story [M]

AU: Greek Mythology (Mini-series)

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Fem. Reader

Jungkook swallowed hard – mesmerized by you. You were unlike any other mermaid. You didn’t sport a vibrant tail, nor were you seeking to woo him like the others. Instead, you sat alone at the cliffside with a melancholy smile as you watched the sunset. “Don’t waste your time on her,” Poseidon muttered into his ear, “They’re far more splendid mermaids to bed – and she isn’t one of them.” But Jungkook shook his head. Your silver tail, dark locks – you were different. And Jungkook found himself speaking, “Good thing she isn’t worth your time, means you won’t miss her when I make her mine.”

AN: Part of the Greek mythology AU (5th installment)

LINKS: Prologue ︳01

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Disclaimer: I do not own any Avatar characters besides any original characters I have created.

AN: Any stories that include ‘Limerence’ in the AU means that the story connects/refers to Limerence.

➳ Zuko

“Limerence;” ♡ ❀ ☂ ✎ Long Story [M]

AU: Adult-Verse (ATLA Post-Canon)

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

Limerence: (n) the state of being infatuated with another person. The moment their eyes locked they knew - the flames within him twisted while the water within her turned. It was a connection, a connection that would lead to love, adventure, and drama.

AN: For clean version view Wattpad or Quotev. German translation available via Wattpad (has obtained permission to translate).

LINKS: Prologue ︳01 ︳02 ︳03 ︳04 ︳05 ︳06 ︳07 ︳08 ︳09 ︳10 ︳11 ︳12 ︳13 ︳14 ︳15 ︳16 ︳17 ︳18 ︳19 ︳20 ︳21 ︳22 [M] ︳23 ︳24 ︳Bonus pt.1 [M] ︳25 ︳26 ︳27 ︳28 ½ ︳28 2/2 ︳29 ︳30 [M] ︳31 ︳Bonus pt. 2 [M] ︳32 ︳33 ︳34 ︳35 [M] ︳36 ︳ Bonus pt. 3 [M] ︳37 ︳38 ︳39 ︳40 ︳41 ︳∞

“Public Bedding Ceremony Teasers:” snippets [M] 01

“Breakup” (Request); ☂ ✓ Short Story

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Ruined Orgasms”; ♡ ✓ Short Story

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Everyone Wants to Work Here” (Request); ♡ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Middle of a Meeting” (Request); ♡ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Tea”; ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Fulfilling” (Request); ❀ ✓ Short Story

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Blood of a Virgin” (Request); ♡ ✓ Short Story

AU: Limerence, Vampire AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Royal Concubine” (Request); ☂ ✓ Short Story

AU: Limerence, Royal Concubine AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) & Zuko x Mai

LINKS: 01

“The Cookie” (Request); ❀ Short Story

AU: Limerence, Modern AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01 ︳02

“1950′s” (Request); ❀ Short Story

AU: Limerence, 1950′s AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01 ︳02

“Sexual Torture” (Request); ♡ ✓ Drabble [M]

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) x m. guard

LINKS: 01

“Quarantine” (Request); ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence, Modern AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Perfect” (Request); ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: LOK, Limerence AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Cookie Dough;” ❀ ✓ Short Story

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Vampire King” (Request); ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence, Vampire AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“CEO Zuko” (Request); ♡ ✓ Drabble [M]

AU: Limerence, Modern AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Yue’s Heat” & “Zuko’s Rut” & “Mate” (Request); ♡ Drabble [M]

AU: Limerence, A/B/O AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01 ︳02 ︳03

“Sweater Weather” (Request); ❀ ♡ ✓ Drabble [M]

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Drunk Yue” (Request); ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Beauty Mark” (Request); ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Old-Age LOK” (Request); ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Yue Passing from Old-Age” (Request); ☂ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Long, Lush, Hair” (Request); ❀ ✓ Short Story

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Pot Brownies” (Request); ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence, Modern AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01 ︳02

“Caught Jerking” (Request); ♡ ✓ Short Story [M]

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Yue’s Birthday Surprise” (Request); ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Yue Jealous” (Request); ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Food Kink” (Request); ❀ ♡ ✓ Short Story [M]

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Zuko & Yue Taking a Bath” (Request); ♡ ✓ Drabble [M]

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Jealous” (Request); ♡ ✓ Drabble [M]

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Time of the Month” (Request); ❀ ✓Short Story

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Izumi Standing” (Request); ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Kiyi and Winter Baking” (Request); ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Lost in the Gardens” (Request); ❀ ✓ Short Story

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Two Birds, One Stone” (Request); ♡ ✓ Short Story [M]

AU: Limerence, Yuko & Azue AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) & Azula x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01 ︳02

“Insecure” (Request); ☂ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence, Yuengko AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) x Aang

LINKS: 01

“Caught in the Act” (Request); ♡ ✓ Drabble [M]

AU: Limerence, Yuengko AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) x Aang

LINKS: 01 ︳02 ︳03

“Walking in on Rough Sex” (Request); ♡ ✓ Drabble [M]

AU: Limerence, Yuengko AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) x Aang

LINKS: 01

“Morning Bliss” (Request); ❀ ✓ Short Story

AU: Limerence, Yuengko AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) x Aang

LINKS: 01

“Blowjob Pairs” (Request); ♡ ✓ Short Story [M]

AU: Limerence, Yuengko AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) x Aang

LINKS: 01

“Morning Sex” (Request); ♡ ❀ ✓ Short Story [M]

AU: Limerence, Yuengko AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) x Aang

LINKS: 01

“A Drizzle in the Gardens” (Fanart); ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Butterfly” (Fanart); ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

Zuko & Yue After a Break-Up (Request); ☂ ✓ Reaction/Imagine

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

Long-Distance (Request); ❀ ✓ Reaction/Imagine

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Threesome” (Request); ♡ ✓ Headcanon [M]

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) x Mai

LINKS: 01

“Curiosity” (Request); ♡ ✓ Headcanon [M]

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) x Suki

LINKS: 01

Yue’s Birthday (Request); ❀ ✓ Imagine/Headcanon

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

Zuko Yandere (Request); ♡ ✓ Headcanon [M]

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. Reader

LINKS: 01

Zuko’s Sexual History (Request); ❀ ♡ ✓ Headcanon [M]

AU: Limerence

LINKS: 01

Kinks (Zuko) (Request); ♡ ✓ Headcanon [M]

AU: Limerence

LINKS: 01 ︳02  ︳03

Positions (Zuko) (Request); ♡ ✓ Headcanon [M]

AU: Limerence

LINKS: 01

Boobs or Ass (Request); ♡ ✓ Headcanon [M]

AU: Limerence

LINKS: 01

ATLA/LOK Timeline (Izumi) (Request); ❀ ✓ Headcanon

AU: Limerence

LINKS: 01

Kinks (Ying Yue Jiang) (Request); ♡ ✓ Headcanon [M]

AU: Limerence

LINKS: 01

PDA (Request); ❀ ✓ Headcanon

AU: Limerence

LINKS: 01

When Zuko Fell in Love (Request); ❀ ✓ Headcanon

AU: Limerence

LINKS: 01

Getting Together After a Break-Up (Request); ☂ ✓ Headcanon

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

Soft Zuko (Request); ❀ ✓ Headcanon

AU: Limerence

LINKS: 01

Birthday (Request); ✓ Headcanon

AU: Limerence

LINKS: 01

➳ Aang

“Too late” (Request); ☂ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence, Yuaang & Yuko AU

Pairing: Aang x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) & Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang).

LINKS: 01

“Insecure” (Request); ☂ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence, Yuengko AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) x Aang

LINKS: 01

“First-Kiss” (Request); ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence, Yuaang AU

Pairing: Aang x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Stars” (Request); ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence, Yuaang AU

Pairing: Aang x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“What If?” (Request); ☂ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence, Yuaang AU

Pairing: Aang x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

“Caught in the Act” (Request); ♡ ✓ Drabble [M]

AU: Limerence, Yuengko AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) x Aang

LINKS: 01 ︳02 ︳03

“Morning Bliss” (Request); ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence, Yuengko AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) x Aang

LINKS: 01

“Walking in on Rough Sex” (Request); ♡ ✓ Drabble [M]

AU: Limerence, Yuengko AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) x Aang

LINKS: 01

“Doubles Blowjob” (Request); ♡ ✓ Drabble [M]

AU: Limerence, Yuengko AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) x Aang

LINKS: 01

“Morning Sex” (Request); ♡ ❀ ✓ Drabble [M]

AU: Limerence, Yuengko AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) x Aang

LINKS: 01

Kinks (Aang) (Request); ♡ ✓ Headcanon [M]

LINKS: 01

Boobs or Ass (Request); ♡ ✓ Headcanon [M]

AU: Limerence

LINKS: 01

➳ Azula

“Two Birds, One Stone” (Request); ♡ ✓ Drabble [M]

AU: Limerence, Yuko & Azue AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) & Azula x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang).

LINKS: 01 ︳02

“Lil’ Bunny” (Request); ♡ ✓ Drabble [M]

AU: Limerence, Yuko & Azue AU

Pairing: Azula x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang).

LINKS: 01

➳ Sokka

Boobs or Ass (Request); ♡ ✓ Headcanon [M]

AU: Limerence

LINKS: 01

Kink List (Request); ♡ ✓ Headcanon [M]

AU: Limerence

LINKS: 01

➳ Mai

“Threesome” (Request); ♡ ✓ Headcanon [M]

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) x Mai

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“Royal Concubine” (Request); ☂ ✓ Short Story

AU: Limerence, Royal Concubine AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) & Zuko x Mai

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➳ Suki

“Curiosity” (Request); ♡ ✓ Headcanon [M]

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) x Suki

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➳ Gaang

“Limerence AU’s/Shipping Reaction” (Request); ✓ Drabble/React

AU: Limerence

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Zuko and Yue having a Baby (Request); ❀ ✓ React

AU: Limerence

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The Aftermath of the Lost Bikini Top (Request); ✓ React

AU: Limerence

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“Fluff” (Request); ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: Limerence, Lima AU

Pairing: Fem. OC x Fem. OC (Lia x Kima).

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How the Gaang Views Yue (Request); ❀ ✓ Headcanon

AU: Limerence

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Adult Heights (Request); ✓ Headcanon

AU: Limerence

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Ages (Request); ✓ Headcanon

AU: Limerence

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Limerence Headcanons (Request); ✓ Headcanon

AU: Limerence

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Avatar: Legend of Korra

Disclaimer: I do not own any Avatar characters besides any original characters I have created.

AN: Any stories that include ‘Limerence’ in the AU means that the story connects/refers to Limerence.

➳ Iroh II

Birthday Surprise (Request); ❀ ✓ Drabble

AU: LOK, Limerence

Pairing: Iroh II x Fem. Reader

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Boku no Hīrō Akademia/ My Hero Academia

Disclaimer: I do not own any Boku no Hīrō Akademia/My Hero Academia characters besides any original characters I have created.

➳ Dabi (Touya)

“Eden;” ♡ ☂ ✎ Long Story [M]

Pairing: Dabi x Fem. Reader

It seems he managed to wander into a garden, and he was starving for a taste of that forbidden fruit. And now that he got a taste, he was not going to let go. His fingertips were engraved with sin, burning her skin with every touch, chin dripping of her sweet juices. “Fuck.” He grunted under his breath because he knew – this was more than just a quick taste.

AN: Slow updates until Limerence is fully completed.

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“Snake”; ♡ ✓ Drabble

AU: Snake Hybrid

Pairing: Dabi x Gen. Neutral Reader

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Shall we Date? - “Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All”

Disclaimer: I do not own any Shall we Date? - “Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All” characters besides any original characters I have created.

➳ Lucifer

“Rose;” ♡ ✓ Drabble [M]

Pairing: Lucifer x Fem. Reader

AN: A small Diavolo cameo~.

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Writing - Tips/Tricks/Advice

Disclaimer: I am not a professional writer, nor, do I have an education in such background. These is merely tips/tricks/advice that personally help me write my stories.

➳ “How to Write Smut;” ♡ ✓ [M]

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➳ “Writing Style;” ✓ 

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[kpopfanfictrash]

Greek Life

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Taehyung / Reader

Word Count: 3,218

AU: Demigod / College Fraternity

Dialogue Prompt: "Are you suggesting an orgy?” (warning: this got a bit darker than intended but there’s light at the end!)

↳ part of my AU drabble game

“Alright.” Both arms crossed over his chest, Seokjin glared at Hoseok, son of Apollo. “I just want to be clear about one thing tonight.”

Without glancing up from his phone, Hoseok pushed dark Gucci sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. “Yes, brother?”

“Not brothers,” Seokjin corrected. “Anyways, this is me reminding you that your set volume cannot be over 100 decibels tonight. If we get another noise complaint, this house is toast.”

If Hoseok did roll his eyes, Seokjin couldn’t see through the sunglasses. The generally dismissive slouch of his posture was answer enough.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Hoseok drawled.

Seokjin’s frown deepened. “Yeah, I’m afraid I’m gonna need more than that. The last time you said you’d keep it down, we hit 125 decibels and the house nearly collapsed.”

“A gross exaggeration,” said Yoongi, son of Hades, currently curled up on the sofa. “As the demi-god of earthquakes –”

“Actually, Poseidon is in charge of earthquakes.”

“– seeing as we have no son of Poseidon in this house, I am demi-god of earthquakes, and I can inform you that the house was not close to falling down.”

“Irregardless,” Seokjin said.

“Irregardless isn’t a word!” 

Namjoon’s voice drifted from somewhere on the third floor. As son of Athena, goddess of wisdom and strategy, Namjoon took grave offense to grammatical errors.

Seokjin sighed. Rubbing his forehead, he contemplated whether his continued attempts at decency were worth it. At least if he tried, he could tell himself he did everything he could to stop chaos before it arrived. Decision made, Seokjin fixed Hoseok with his best no-nonsense glare. It was a good one, to be sure. As the son of Demeter, goddess of harvest and earth, Seokjin was the most grounded one in the fraternity.

“Hoseok,” he said. The younger demi-god looked up. “You will keep it down or I’ll personally call your father.”

The smirk disappeared from Jung Hoseok’s face. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, but I would.”

Seokjin sounded so stern, Hoseok didn’t feel like calling him out. Despite his cooler-than-thou appearance, Hoseok had major daddy issues – as in, he hated his. Apollo was a difficult guy to be be cuddly with, to be fair. On the surface, he seemed everything a father figure should be: personable, warm and awe-inspiring. Apollo was the god of the sun, healing, prophecy, music and poetry. As one might expect from the god of the sun though, he had rather high expectations for his offspring.

Hoseok didn’t care about greatness, so long as he had a good tune and good times. One time, he semi-jokingly proposed to Apollo that he become the demi-god of DJ’s and sick beats. Apollo wasn’t amused by the suggestion.

“Fine.” Hoseok placed both feet on the floor. “Dearest Seokjin, I will try to keep it down but know this,” he said, pushing a hand through his hair. “You have ruined the soul of an artist.”

Seokjin tried not to laugh. “Yeah, cool. I’ll take my chances.”

Turning around, Seokjin exited the living room into the main hall. There, he found himself face to face with what could only be described as chaos. Taehyung, son of Dionysus, absently twined grape vines up the stairs while Jimin, son of Aphrodite and Jungkook, son of Zeus, argued in front of the door.

Taehyung cocked his head while he stared at the bannister, trying to make sense of it all. As the son of Dionysus – god of wine, fertility and ecstasy – he was not unaccustomed to parties. Even his origin story at the frat involved one. When the other men showed up this year for their first day of campus, they found Taehyung entrenched in their backyard, midway through the biggest beach rager the University had ever seen.

As to his method of arrival and when, even Taehyung was not sure on the details. General merriment seemed to follow him wherever he went. The moment he decided to attend University, obviously the party followed him to his new destination.

Regardless, Taehyung was welcomed into Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) with open arms, due to the similarities he had with its other members. Taehyung was descended from a god of the Greek Pantheon, as they all were. Most mortals were shocked to learn gods and demi-gods still walked amongst them. Most mortals were blind, though and rarely saw what was beyond their noses.

Taehyung looked up, surveying the chaos before him. Kim Seokjin, eldest of the house, usually adopted a parental role to the others. At that moment, he had both hands on his hips and was attempting to mediate a fight between Jimin and Jungkook.

Already, sparks leapt from Jungkook’s fingers while Jimin’s gaze burned ruby-red with his anger.

Jimin, son of Aphrodite. 

Sweet and beautiful, with a temperament to match until you spoke ill of his loved ones. Then, all bets were off and as lovely as Jimin could be, his temper was far worse. Sweet words turned poisonous when spewed from his lips, since Jimin was also armed with the gift of persuasion. Jungkook attempted to avoid said power by not looking Jimin in the eyes.

“Look!” Jungkook said, one hand over his face. “I didn’t say your mother was easy! I just said she has a lot of demi-god children. That’s all!”

“She’s the goddess of love,” Jimin hissed, attempting to swat Jungkook’s hand down. His gaze burned scarlet in an otherwise calm expression. “Obviously she has children! You’re one to talk, anyways. How’s good ‘ol dad doing? Impregnated any mortals recently? Turned himself into a ray of light? A cow?”

“Hey! He turned Io into a cow, not himself!”

“How is that better?”

Shrugging, Jungkook nearly stumbled as he crashed into an a thousand-year-old lamp. 

Appearing from nowhere, Yoongi deftly caught this and replaced it on the counter. “Welcome,” he mumbled, drifting into the kitchen.

For a minute, Jimin and Jungkook forgot their fight and stared. 

“Dude needs to announce himself more,” Jungkook said, momentarily thrown.

Shoving both hands into the pockets of his hoodie, Jungkook revealed a small rip in the seams. Despite his grunge, Jungkook was still one of the most handsome guys around campus. It was hard not to be with his chiseled jawline, tousled hair and dark, piercing gaze. If there were a student vote on who was most likely to be a demi-god amongst them, Jeon Jungkook would be the unanimous favorite.

Still, he had problems of his own. Mainly that despite all his achievements, his father continued to insist he failed to meet expectations. A demigod of Zeus was powerful and as such, was expected to accomplish great feats. So far, Jungkook had only been the youngest person ever to climb Mt. Everest, written a collection of poems reviewed in Time Magazine, discovered a purpose for the appendix not previously thought of and contributed several designs to NASA’s most recent launch.

Zeus called it all child’s play. 

Shortly following, Jungkook stopped trying to impress his father and enrolled in University. Still, it wasn’t unusual to run into Jungkook at odd hours of the night, muttering corrections of Machiavellian theory with a bottle of wine in one hand.

All of this went to say that Taehyung understood why Jungkook was sometimes an ass. Jimin was lucky amongst them, as far as demi-gods went. He had intense, emotional power but he also had a goddess who loved him. Taehyung, on the other hand, had rarely seen his father since he had discovered what he truly was. It was hard having a father in charge of general celebration. It meant Dionysus was often called elsewhere, usually interrupting any father-son bonding time.

“Listen.” Seokjin rubbed his forehead. “You two are giving me an Athena-sized headache. Stop bickering and help Taehyung – his vines are out of control.”

Glancing at his hands, Taehyung realized Seokjin was correct. While he had been watching them argue, his vines had taken on a life of their own. They twined around his legs, the banister and sprouted large clusters of pomegranates (which, frankly, didn’t make any sense). Absently, Taehyung plucked one of them and took a large bite. Lately, he’d been very interested in pomegranates.

Clomping his way downstairs, Namjoon batted vines out of the way. “Are you going to clean this up before tonight?” he said to Taehyung, who nodded. To Seokjin, he added, “And watch what you say about my mother.”

“I was being literal!” Seokjin protested. “Your mom was literally born from Zeus’ mind, so obviously her birth was a headache. I don’t make the rules –”

“Thank the gods for that.”

“Shut up, Jungkook.”

This last statement was exclaimed by Jimin, Seokjin and Namjoon combined. Abruptly, Jungkook turned around on his heel and exited the lobby. Once he was gone, some of the red dissipated from Jimin’s gaze.

He looked sympathetically at Taehyung. “Need help cleaning?” Jimin offered, laying a hand on the bannister. 

His touch instantly trimmed the vines, sending blossoming roses over the rest.

Taehyung wrinkled his nose. “This looks… somehow worse.”

“Sorry, man.” Jimin’s lips twitched. “My botanical powers only go so far.”

With a wave of his hand, Seokjin transformed the mess into neat, tidy rows of vines up the staircase. As the son of Demeter, he had the best grasp over all earthly elements.

“There.” Satisfied, Seokjin dusted both palms on his pants. He looked curiously at Taehyung. “You alright, man? Lately, your powers have been, uh…”

It was considered impolite to comment on another demi-god’s powers; hence why Seokjin trailed off at the end. 

Taehyung tilted his head. “They’ve been what, exactly?”

Seokjin seemed distinctly uncomfortable. “Off?”

“On the fritz,” said Jimin helpfully.

“Borderline chaotic,” Namjoon added.

Taehyung considered their input. “Borderline chaotic is kind of my nature, no?”

“Yes, but…” Namjoon shook his head. “Not like this.”

Chewing on his lip, Taehyung was forced to admit they were right. His powers had always been intense, but they were usually controlled. Despite the influence he exerted over others, Taehyung could never party or grow drunk on his own power. In his opinion, this was his great curse. No matter what Taehyung did, he always found himself the eye of the hurricane, the center of the storm. He could never lose himself in the relief he provided to others; could only watch while they did.

Lately though, his powers had changed. They were darker, less controlled and had a frustrated edge. Glancing down at the pomegranate he held in one hand, Taehyung saw the seeds were an ominous shade of dark purple.

“It’s because of Y/N,” Jungkook said as he entered the room.

Taehyung’s head snapped up.

Leaning his shoulder to the wall, Jungkook stared lazily back. Power crackled restlessly about him like thunder. 

“What?” He arched a brow. “You know I’m right.”

Though Taehyung’s lips parted, he had no response because Jungkook was correct. If Taehyung retraced his magic to the moment it changed, it was around the time he met you. Or, more accurately, it was around the time you rejected him. 

Taehyung’s stomach twisted.

“Who’s Y/N?” Namjoon asked, glancing between them.

Taehyung tried and failed to look casual. “No one.”

He could barely push the words past his lips, which prompted Namjoon to arch a brow. “Doesn’t seem like no one.”

“She is,” Taehyung muttered. “She wants nothing to do with me – rightfully so. Which means that she’s no one.”

“That seems harsh, Tae,” Seokjin chastised. “How do you know?”

His gaze softened looking at Taehyung. Taehyung was the youngest amongst them aside from Jungkook, so the other demi-gods felt the need to protect him. No one else thought to, thanks to Taehyung’s abilities but in him, the others saw their younger selves. His powers drained him so often and left him feeling exhausted from their personal nature.

When Taehyung said nothing more, Jungkook sighed. “Just the usual,” he said, a bit gentler. “The same girl came to a few of our parties. Taehyung liked her. His powers got out of control. When she tried to kiss him, he pulled his powers away and she freaked. Ran out of the party before he could explain.”

“What would I explain?” Taehyung said, unable to help himself. The vines at his feet withered and turned an unnatural shade of black. “Hey, sorry about that! I’m just the demi-god of parties and wine. You got too buzzed on my power, so I tried to pull back and return your free will. Wanna hang?”

Even Namjoon had no response, rubbing the back of his neck. “Or,” he suggested. “You could just apologize about the party and offer to buy her a coffee.”

Taehyung looked up. “That’s just a temporary fix, right? Eventually, I’ll have to tell her and – let’s face it – who would stay? I’ve seen what these powers do to my dad. I’ve seen what they did to his other children. It’s pointless to become attached to a mortal.”

Out of all Dionysus’s children, Taehyung was the only one currently living. Most had been famous throughout history – musicians and actors known more for their parties than the talent they had. Many died young, unable to cope with the effects of their powers. Taehyung knew it was smart to push you away, since he couldn’t control himself and his powers often proved lethal.

Still, a pang entered his stomach whenever he thought of you. Whenever he remembered the shape of your lips, the way that you smiled and the uncertain way your fingers curled in your sundress. You laughed in two ways when you talked. One was a quiet, self-conscious giggle, but other was Taehyung’s favorite. It was more of a snort than a laugh, granted whenever Taehyung said something particularly funny.

The memory of this made Taehyung’s heart twist and he swallowed, looking away from the others.

At the bottom of the stairs, Jimin seemed distressed by his pain. He probably was; oftentimes, Jimin confused other people’s emotions for his own.

“I’m sorry, Tae,” he said softly.

“S’alright,” Taehyung muttered, even though it wasn’t.

“Can I do anything to help?” Jimin brightened. “Want me to use my powers, or something?”

Jungkook looked at him in amazement. “Are you suggesting an orgy? Dude, this hardly seems like the time.”

Jimin glared. “That’s not all my powers are good for, you jackass. I can make people forget their troubles, you know. At least for a little while.”

The tips of his fingers glowed faintly pink and Jungkook glanced at his hands, thoroughly unnerved. Jimin’s power of persuasion extended beyond simply telling others what to do. He could make someone else feel happy, sad, tired or angry – a hefty power, although it wore off after awhile and wasn’t quite as good as the real thing.

Taehyung shook his head. “No, thanks. Appreciate the offer, though.”

“Anytime.”

As he climbed the stairs, Seokjin clapped Taehyung on the shoulder. “Sorry, man,” he mumbled, understanding the fear. Truly, they all did. “Let me know if you need anything. I’m gonna bake later if you wanna stop by.”

Taehyung smiled despite himself. If there was one earthly power which could cure his longing, it was Seokjin’s cookies. “Thanks, man.”

Shooting him a sympathetic look, Jungkook nodded and Jimin poked him hard in the ribs. “C’mon,” Jimin said, jerking his chin. “Let’s go help Hobi with his playlist before Seokjin pops a vein worrying.”

A giant grin stretched over Jungkook’s face, which the rest of them should have found worrisome. 

“Cool.” Head bobbing, he followed Jimin down the hall. “Yoongi showed me this great eastern European doom metal band. Gonna see if I can get Hobi to play it tonight.”

Jimin snorted, his voice growing softer the further away he got. “Get the demi-god of the sun to play doom metal? Good luck with that, man.”

“Maybe if I tell him Mariah Carey covered it.”

The sounds of their conversation faded to nothing, leaving Taehyung alone in the hall with Namjoon. Turning quickly, Taehyung attempted to leave but was halted in his descent by Namjoon clearing his throat. 

Slowly, Taehyung looked up at his friend.

Namjoon looked back. 

No one could stare quite like Namjoon. He had a piercing gaze, as though he saw every piece of your soul and was able to size you up to expectation. It made Taehyung wildly uncomfortable, as it did most people.

“You know you’re only a half god, right?” Namjoon tilted his head. “Part of you is also human.”

“I know.” Taehyung’s voice came out somewhat petulant, though he did not mean it to be.

Crossing both arms, Namjoon leaned a shoulder against the wall. His irises glowed the gentle gold of Athena. “It’s hard to control our powers,” he admitted. “It is, but there are difficulties in any relationship. Don’t give up on your own happiness.”

A wan smile crossed Taehyung’s lips. “Are the difficulties in most relationships that the guy semi-drugs his girlfriend whenever he loses control?”

Namjoon winced. “You don’t drug them.”

“Feels like it,” Taehyung muttered, glancing down.

“Their natural impulses are already there,” Namjoon pointed out. “Your presence at parties doesn’t make people drunk. People drinking makes people drunk. You only lower their inhibitions, call out their truth, give people the freedom inebriation gives without intoxication. You grant people their truest form – which is a gift, not a curse.”

Taehyung didn’t respond. He knew Namjoon was right, at least in part. Still, there existed within him a kernel of darkness he couldn’t control. His power was linked to such horror and melancholy; it was hard sometimes to see the light.

“Hey.” Namjoon took a step closer. His voice took on that maddening wisdom which came from the goddess. “We all have burdens. Humans do too, along with demi-gods. Our greatest strengths are often our greatest weaknesses. Someone who’s confident is prideful. Someone who’s humble? Inactive. Someone who rationalizes, often fails to empathize. It’s why relationships are necessary, Taehyung – they provide balance. You can’t simply close yourself off from the rest of the world.”

Taehyung’s gaze sharpened, looking up from the floor. The vines at his feet unfurled, reminding them that while Taehyung’s power was mostly parties and fun, there was a dark side of revelry which couldn’t be forgotten. Madness and misery emerged just as often as goodness when he called true selves forth.

“Okay.” Taehyung kept his voice level.

Seeing he wouldn’t budge on the matter, Namjoon sighed.

Truthfully, Taehyung heard his advice and longed to accept it, but found it too hard. It was difficult when his chest ached for you, when he couldn’t stop chastising himself for the moment you ran from his house.

Namjoon nodded and turned down the staircase. “Let me know if you need anything,” he called over his shoulder. “Gonna go and make sure Yoongi hasn’t turned the basement into another séance, or something.”

As he left, his footsteps growing quieter, Taehyung stared the sight of his retreating back. Uncertainty entered the pit of his stomach, wondering if perhaps Namjoon was right. The sanest to date Taehyung had felt was the past year in the house, living amongst others who understood what he was.

Maybe it was foolish of him to push you away.

As soon as he thought this, his phone chimed in his pocket. The sight of your name at the top of his screen sent his heart soaring, wondering if this coincidence was something he couldn’t ignore. Pushing blue-black hair from his eyes, he unlocked your text.

Y/N: hey. I just wanted to apologize for leaving so quickly. I think I drank too much, got carried away but… I really liked our conversation. Would you want to get coffee sometime? [4:15 PM]

Taehyung’s heart constricted, his hands trembled and before he could stop himself, he was responding.

Taehyung: yes, please. When?? [4:16 PM]

 Author’s Note: hey, I just got service at the hotel so I’m posting but I haven’t proof-read as much as I usually do! Please forgive any errors, I promise to read over it again in the coming days :) thank you!

↳ part of my AU drabble game

Greek Life!All + brainstorming fundraiser ideas for the frat

[1-800-channie]

Cigarettes & Mint | Chapter 2

→ Chapter: 1  |  2  |  3  | 4 |  5

→ Genre: Very Angst / Fluff  / Highschool!Au

→ Warning: Strong language; slight eating disorders; cursing; bullying;  smoking; 

→ Pairing: Badboy!Hyunjin x Innocent!Reader;

→ Summary: When your ego is bigger than your brain, you don’t mind breaking someone’s heart. As soon as the smell of cigarettes and mint invade your nostrils, your heart starts beating faster and your life starts falling apart. I bet you will end up broken.

→ Playlist for the Chapter:

   ↳ Concentrate - Demi Lovato  ↳ Lies in Dark - Tove Lo ↳ Think about you -  G Easy ft Quin ↳  Perfect ten -  Red Velvet  ↳ Distraction - Jack and Jack

→ Words: +3K

→ N/A: Hiii everyone! So, how was the first chapter? Did you like it? Any theories? Any ships? I just wanna say… This will get intense from now one…Prepare your heart ;)

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[09:20 AM    DAY ONE OF THE BET]

You stepped inside the large and airy classroom full with sleepy students with your yellow headphones loudly playing BTS new album “map of Seul: persona”. You gazed around, your eyes barely open due to the sleepless night, and noticed two things: first, the boy that usually sits next to you wasn’t there, he never gets late, because he is a perfectionist nerd with his face covered in acne, he loves classes; the second thing you noticed was how Hyunjin was isolated from his friends. Changbin and Minho were sitting on the back, casually listening to music and flirting with girls, as usual, but the boy with the shiny lip ring was alone some tables ahead of them.

Hendery, your best friend, is in another class, so he can’t be your company. Of course, Hyunin knew it, that’s why he is pretending to be angry at his friends, so he could get closer to you.

The clock is ticking and his ego needs to be fed.

The smoker boy admired every tiny detail of your face as you walked in front of him. Your rosy lips were gently moving, making him deduct that you were whispering the lyrics of the music you are listening. He wondered, what type of music you like? From the calm expression in your face, maybe pop, kpop or RnB. He noticed how your eyeliner was thinner today, accenting your dark eyes on a perfect way. He noticed the new earing you bought, with a small pearl in them. He noticed that your hair was straighter than conventional, falling on your back like a dark waterfall.

What he loved the most about you was your perfume. Everywhere you walked in the fragrance would leave an enjoyable smell behind, making it pretty easy to identify your presence, it smelled like roses, cliché but fresh and pure.

By the time he was admiring your pale neck, that had a sparkling necklace resting on your skin smoothly,  you caught him. Your eyes locked with his for a mere second, the time stopped at it was only you and him, his lovely eyes stared at yours intensively. The surprised look of your face made him laugh, but you didn’t witness it because you were too busy hiding your red cheeks.

The old female teacher walked inside the classroom, her expensive red high heels hitting the floor and making the sound echo inside the classroom and immediately everyone shut up and sat on his respective seat.

“Good morning class lets finish analyzing the poem we started yesterday.” Her calm voice was barely audible, and you did exactly what she told you to, excited to finish the love poem.

Your Korean book was full with colorful notes and reminders, everything that seems important, you write down, it’s way easier to make notes to study later. As you opened your pencil case, looking for your blue pen, your name was mentioned, you lifted your curious gaze from your pen to the teacher:

“Miss. Lee, i can’t see properly from here, can I sit next to Kim Sun?” A gentle voice asked politely, you turned your head back, and as soon as your eyes met his you felt your whole body get hot again, embarrassment taking advantage of your heart and mind.

“Yes dear, go ahead.” She answered back not caring at all, turning her back to the class as she started to write on the whiteboard the metaphors present on the romantic poetry.

Hyunjin’s tall frame sat next to you composedly, he leaned back on the chair and opened his legs in a manly way. Too afraid to talk or touch him, you pushed your chair just a little more far away from him, your whole body in tension, you were afraid that if you tried to talk, nothing would come out due to the knot forming in your throat.

“Hi.” Hyunjin greeted you with a warm smile. Jesus, help this poor girl, you may faint right there.

You are Kim Sun, the best student in the class, you have a smart mouth and hate to be shushed, but the moment this sinful man sat next to you, you lost your voice, just like Ariel when she sold her voice to the ocean’s witch.

He laughed at your freaked-out expression, your eyes widened, and you forced a smile, visibly awkward.

“I… Hmmm… Wanted to apologize for yesterday…” Hyunjin plays to be embarrassed, his orbs stare at your face, and he notices how you furred your thick eyebrows together and glanced at him, for the first time, without feeling shy.

“Oh… Well, it’s alright. I’m sorry i stared at you to point of making you uncomfortable, I was listening to music and got lost on the beat.” You answer him in a low voice.

“Well, I’ll forgive you if you go out with me…” Hyunjin states, licking his bottom lip, his lip ring making the thing way hotter than what already is. You laughed right on his face.

He must be playing with you… that can’t be true, he does not want you to have a date with him.

“Hyunjin, for real, dont need to embarrassed me again, i know i was a creep and I’m sorry.” You answer, copying down on your book what the teacher was fastly writing on the board.

Minho was carefully judging his friend act, from far away, kind of amazed how good he was at lying.

“You think he can win the bet?” The blonde asks the bored boy sitting next to him. Binnie rolls his eyes, visibly tired of this game.

“We should stop this before it gets us in trouble…” The black-haired boy adverts his foolish friend.

“Always so boring… That’s why no girl  wants you, man.” Minho attacks without realizing what he just said. Changing looks at him visibly hurt, but it doesn’t seem to catch the attention of the blind male sitting next to him.

“I’m being serious… I want to apologize for being bad to you yesterday. Its nothing formal or very expensive, just walking by the Han River together. Talking, knowing each other better.” Hyunjin explained in a low voice, the teacher was getting pissed from all the whispering, and he was trying not to get caught.

“I’m sorry, but no. I’m not going anywhere with you…” You said, as soon as you finished talking the loud and noisy bell rang and you started to pack your stuff.

“I’m not leaving you alone until you say yes!” He yelled, watching you walk away from him with a dumb smile stuck in your face as you shook your head negatively.

Dont you like him? Why would you say no?

Then Hyunjin’s brain clicked, this is dumb, immature. He can’t play you like this. And with the last amount of decency in his head, he got the courage to tell his friends how this was stupid, but when he arrived closer to them, Minho had a disgusting grin on his face, and Binnie was just�� Sitting there.

“I could hear from here how she denied you.” His blonde friend tells him. The blood inside of Hyunjin starts bawling and his hands turn to fists, madness taking over him.

He is going to make you his no matter what!

[06:00 PM/  DAY ONE OF THE BET]

Your whole body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. The sun outside was setting, a beautiful palette of yellow, orange and pink painted the sky and the cold wind made you smile, you love to feel it against your tired hot body.

Your hair was tied up in a ponytail and you were wearing some white shorts, and a yellow t-shirt, the colors of your school ‘s basketball team, that you were the caption of. Yelling at the girls that the practice time was over and they could go, you smile. You loved basketball, ever since you were little.

As you crossed the red school training field you noticed two people sitting on the benches, very far away from each other. And as you got closer, you noticed who they were: your best friend, Hendery, and your stupid crush, Hyunjin.

You ran towards your best friend, missing his presence more than everything, but he pushed you back because of all the sweat that made your skin glisten at the very soft sunlight.

“What is he doing here?” You ask the sweet boy, pointing at Hyunjin.

“I thought you knew?” Your best friend answers with a question.

“Oh god- dont tell me he still has that stupid idea on his head…” You whisper to yourself, but of course, your best friend heard you, and immediately got curious.

“What idea?”

“He asked me out one hundred times today, even though i tell him no, he continues bothering me.” You confess shyly. “I mean it’s not like i dont want to have a date with him… I’m just afraid…”

Hendery knows something is wrong, that request certainly has a second intention. He just needs to find out was it is…

Hyunjin approaches you both looking heavenly, a smile on his handsome face and the keys of his car on his hand.

“So… did you change your mind?” He asks eyeing you from head to toe, your shorts were tight and the shirt too, accenting your body just enough to make him feel excited about the bet, shyly you hid behind Hendery.

“Man, what are you doing huh?” The black-haired boy asked the brown-ish one, his eyebrow arched and a suspicious look on his eyes.

“I just want to apologize for being bad to her… It’s not a big deal,” The bad boy lied.  “I felt bad for hurting her ok?” Hyunjin said feeling shy. Now he told you the truth, you didn’t leave his mind all day after what he did to you.

You look at him with a soft smile, his embarrassing truth was making you give in. Hendery was intrigued. Why would he apologize, when he doesn’t care about you?

“Ok, fine!” You throw your arms in the air quitting, your heart drowning in joy. “I’ll go with you, just let me go shower. Give me, hm, ten minutes.” You said looking at the clock on your wrist mindfully.

“Sun, dont do it. He will hurt you.” Your bestie warns you, his heart ached just by imagining you besides the smoker. He felt that something was wrong, but you foolishly kissed his cheek and told him not to worry about you, disappearing inside the female balneary.

You chose Hyunjin over him, how could you do that? Even after what he did to you?

The smirk on Hyunjin’s face made it pretty clear he enjoyed the little show he is putting on, the cigarette between his lips made him look so toxic, how could you think he looks hot?

“She will be mine in no time Hendery, accept it,” Hyunjin says cockily. A devilish smirk taking advantage of oh his plump lips while he releases the smoke.

“What did you just say?!” Your best friend asks while taking steps towards Hyunjin, his hand wrapped around his neck.

But Jin didn’t even flinch, he was not afraid of Hendery because he knows that inside, he is a weak bastard. “If you lay one single finger in her body i will kill you, you understand? If you break her heart i swear, you won’t be the only one paying for it.” The tall boy assures the smoker between his teeth, angry.

The black-haired boy leaves after, his body was trembling with anger and he felt like he could kill the first person that talked to him, but, it was just the madness speaking, he is not that strong. Not when it comes to you… He loves you… The tears started to form at the corners on his orbs and he hated it, he hated to cry.

When you came back Hyunjin was surprised, you weren’t wearing the same clothes as you wore all day. You had a white shirt under a strapless floral sundress, that moved freely, following all of your movements, you were wearing sandals making you look clean and simple.

“This is … what i wear after practice every time, it’s comfortable… I’m sorry if it looks bad…” You mumble the words low, but Hyunjin interrupted you quickly.

“What? No… You look absolutely flawless…” Even he was surprised by his action. You blushed, looking at your feet.

“Shall we go?” He asks, extending his arm so you can hold his large hand.

Hesitant, you take his hand in yours, the feeling of this simple action made your heart skip a bit. His hands are soft and warm, the opposite of yours, that is always freezing.

“Are you cold?” Jinnie asks with a worried look in his eyes. “Your hands are freezing.” You nod.

“I always have my hands cold.” You state sitting on the passenger seat of his car. The smell was a mix of cigarettes and mint, but it was actually really nice.

The ride was quiet and calm, he drove carefully and with full attention, stealing some glances at our face sometimes, noticing that you were examining his car and probably freaking out on the inside.

As you arrived the sky changed colors to dark blue, purple and pink, making you amazed at how beautiful it was.

The time you passed with Hyunjin walking by the Han River was blissful. He was playful and gentle, complimenting you every now and then, telling you how he loved the calm sound of the water and trying to convince you that he was sorry.

“Why were you alone today?” You ask him, your body turns to face his. His tongue plays with his lip ring nervously.

“Hmmm… You know, sometimes they act really childish. I dont like it… it bothers me the fact that I’m always the one saying no, and then they say I’m a pussy or boring.” Hyunjin spills disappointed, but he only realized what he said when the words were already heard. You pouted at him and held his hand, caressing it. “Or something like that..” He laughs awkwardly.

Your delicate hands really are soft, and he wonders if the rest of you is as soft as your hands… He wants to touch you so bad. You stare at him when he turns his face to the side, admiring the view in front of him.

The people that were walking here would feel confused about you two because in one second he would treat you with love, and in other, he would close himself and turn cold.

He looked just like an angel on the poor natural light,  he was wearing black trousers secured with an elegant black belt, his shirt was red and black, the first two buttons were undone and the front part was stuffed under his pants, a gold necklace hanging around his neck, his lip ring was different today, colored in black.

You looked sweet and innocent, but he looked badass and sinful, and you thought it was unfair to you, he looked so good. He is way too good for you…

“This spot is amazing.” You confess him as you admire the view of the sun seating being reflected on the immense water.

When you looked back at him he was dangerously close to you, and it made you gasp. Hyunjin was just centimeters away from you, his nose almost touching yours. Your heart started to beat fast, and you bite your bottom lip nervously.

“Princess dont do that, it makes me want to ruin you completely…” You were taken back at his words, your face heated up and you freed your lip while staring at his eyes.

He moved forward, tilting his face so his sinful lips brushed against yours. The feeling of his cold lip ring contrasted the warm feeling of his lips felt so good… Your hands gripped his wrists, your mouth opened in a gasp and he brushed his nose with yours, while his lips graze over yours again, mouth slightly open.

Your body was almost giving in when something inside you made you wake up and you pushed him away from your body by gently forcing his wide shoulders back.

“Hyunjin…” You whisper needy and totally drunk in love.

“Fuck… I’m sorry. You just looked so beautiful with that smile on your face… I  couldn’t help it.” He tried to lie, but it was the truth, for moments, he forgot this was just a dare, and he was enjoying the time with you.

Shyly, you take his hand on yours, surprising him, and then you smile at Hyunjin, without saying a word. He used the pleasant silence to bring you guys back at his car, so he could drive you home securely.

The ride was more comfortable this time, both of you singing the songs that played on the radio, while you smiled like and idiot. This was one of the best days of your life, being with Hyunjin, hear him, know him better was enough to make your heart jump in love and daydream about can happen next.

When he reached your house the car was quiet. His huge hand rested on your knee, causing you to take a shy gaze at him, watching him grin. He came closer to you, still with his hand on your knee, and he susurrated against your lips:

“I will see you tomorrow, princess.” A peck was placed at the corner of your mouth, your whole body feeling the arousal present on the air.

You nodded yes and smiled at him before getting out of his car, your legs felt like jelly and you could barely walk. With a stupidly happy face, you made your way to your front door, praying that Hyunjin didn’t saw you moving strangely.

But he did and thought it was adorable, especially because he knew he was the only one that could make you feel like that.

The next step is making you his, make you moan his name so loud, that you forget completely about Hendery, so Hyunjin can leave you right after. Heartbroken and played, just like the bet was about, so his ego could grow bigger and Minho could have his revenge.

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Title: Nementia Chapter: 1 Group: BTS Characters: Min Yoongi; (Namjoon, Hoseok) Words: 1229 Other formats: AO3 Tags/Warnings: BTS, Yoonseok, SugaMon, Sope, Angst, Anxiety, Depression, BPD, Borderline Personality Disorder, Atheism, Agnostic, Mental Health Issues, Journal, Existential, PTSD, musings

Summary: AU Yoongi contemplating his life, penning pivotal moments. Depressing. Triggering.

Note:  Nementia: n. the post-distraction effort to recall the reason why you’re feeling particularly anxious or angry or excited, in which you retrace your sequence of thoughts like a kid wandering across the neighborhood gathering the string of a downed kite, which was likely lost in a romantic storm or devoured by that huge carnivorous tree that is Things Your Parents Have Said.

It started age 3. I guess I was a happy child, not sure. Hard to think back and remember it all, the years that have passed until now. 

Maybe there were happy moments. I guess every child has at least some. Moments where the sun feels warmer, the sky brighter, bluer, soft like a dream. Momentary lapses in between bad dreams and nightmares. I guess I was a happy child in a bad dream.

Age 3, illness and surgery

I've blocked out most of my early life, it seems. Hyung asks "Do you remember...?" and I don't. I never do. Motivated forgetting from some form of post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) probably. I think I've dissociated from bad memories and in the process forgot the good ones too. Is that possible? Some sort of psychological, unconscious act of repression? Maybe. I don't know.

Have you ever noticed the night's glow is both too intense AND overcast when you're down? And it doesn't matter the cycle of the moon or how many stars are visible or the amount of light pollution. Like someone's directing your life and they have to make everything (colors, tones, ambiance, all of it) just right or you'll lose the feeling and be whole again? Sometimes I imagine a demi-god playing with my life and he thinks it's funny when I fall or when my bruises don't heal and it doesn't matter because I'm only human.

I can feel that I'm dissociating and I can't stop it, can't pull it back, can't make myself feel. There's a small pond inside yearning for wholeness, crying for happiness but the ocean rolls with the tide. The ocean is larger. The pond doesn't matter.

Ah age 3. Most kids don't remember specifics of that age and I'm no different. I remember my surgery, my mom crying. My mom being strong and by my side, sneaking me chocolate candies, and feeling spoiled. Relatives coming to visit. A good number of them. My grandparents drove 6 hours and brought with them a stuffed dog I called "Feed Jake" from an old song that played on the radio back then. The lyrics "If I die before I wake, feed Jake." Ironic. Nuns from the orphanage came to visit, brought with them a small stuffed bunny that had pen markings for eyes and was in the shape of a triangle. The kids from the orphanage had made them for those of us in pediatric surgery. I'll never forget it; had both "Feed Jake" and the bunny for the longest time. I thought they were visiting because I was ill and needed surgery. But they were "He might not make it" visits.

Everything else from that time is a blur. Even being wheeled back for surgery. I just remember waking up and stitches itching, wanting desperately to scratch but being aware that it was cause unnecessary pain. My mom's courage and stability. In retrospect, my dad wasn't there. I don't remember seeing him once. Ah, well it goes like that sometimes. I shared a room with another child. He was younger than me and had an older brother. He didn't make it. I think about him sometimes, about his family -how they're doing in their lives all these years later after such a great loss. I guess that's somehow a blessing, if you'll call it that. To realize I might not have been wheeled out of the hospital. My stay could have ended with the sheets being pulled over.

The other day Joonie wrote:

"My friend’s mom asks me what are my hobbies and I never know what to tell her. My hobbies are breathing, feeling the temporarily sustained life force go in and out, wondering in awe at this complex combination that is me. Staring at the sky, whistling, letting silence graze over me and through me; delighting my senses in this silence. Wondering what it would be like if I were ocean, a tree, the earth. This leading to thoughts of how the earth has caretakers and those who abuse her, leading to thoughts of relationships and why people allow the same, to valuing our bodies, minds, our souls; continuing in a march to wondering how to benefit my soul and that of others. Having a desire to make the world a better place, always, wanting to hold everyone and everything with a unified unspoken language of care and undying love. My hobbies are thinking, reading words for this process. Books, quotes, thoughts. Feeling the earth beneath my feet, the hot summer sizzle across my flesh, the wind of volcano breathe down my neck and into my pores. Wondering how I can feel it all and still sometimes feel nothing, emptiness, hollow; the entire spectrum of emotions lit across me in a brilliant array of colors. These are my hobbies. And yet when asked, I say “I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.” Because this isn’t something I share with everyone and not everyone would understand."

I don't know how he does it. I never shared this with him, but I value the way his mind works, constantly in a multiverse. Deeper than any ocean I've known. He can see the beauty and pain in the world without feeling overwhelmed by either. Or if he does, he keeps it hidden. I wonder... In the past when I felt things more readily, did I feel that way? Was there more to me? Sometimes I'm not part of myself, even my name feels foreign. I'll look at it and think "Is this me? Is that my name?" I'm 24 years old. I should know what my name is and yet it feels distant to me. Like I'm outside of my body looking in.

Ah age 3. I keep meaning to write about it. I'm tired now.

Tired.

Tired.

“I am so tired of waiting.

Aren’t you,

f or the world to become good

and beautiful and kind?

Let us take a knife

and cut the world in two —

and see what worms are eating at the rind.”

― Langston Hughes

Hobi said he only likes the first part and not the part about the knife or cutting the world in two. His brightness makes me soft. When the jagged edges of this world pierce too sharply, his presence acts as a beacon I sometimes forget I need. People say he's sunshine personified. They say we're like night and day, sun and moon. I have no light.

Not sure what he sees in me. Occasionally I'll wonder when he'll leave. It's a matter of when not if. Depending on my mood, I'll either be devastated or indifferent. It's as if my fate was decided and I'm damned because a normal person would feel like the stars had been ripped from the sky at the loss of such brightness, but if I'm dissociating then I won't feel anything. And I love him. He's like my brother, maybe closer. But it's not a switch I can control.

About the quote, I see the point and think two parts aren't enough. I want to sink my hands into the world and find out what went wrong, but I sleep because even if I found out its not like I can change it. Sometimes the only thing we can do is breathe.

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"I need her," Hoseok murmurs to himself, absently dragging a finger through the oculus. The scrying pool ripples around his digit, distorting the scene playing out in it. It's some well-to-do, swanky bar with plush seats and twinkling fairy lights; but the main focus is the three 'friends' having a drink. He hates to think of them as friends, but that's how they've been labeled. He has peered through the pool enough times in the last few weeks to recognize the ebony-skinned fiend and the towering demon parading as a jockey ape that have attached themselves to the figure that holds his attention the most– the one that's utterly captivating to the point it's alarming for Hoseok– you. How and why those two rogue lechs latched themselves to you, he's yet to figure out.

"Ooo, is that the next one?" A bright, titillating voice asks from over his shoulder, ripping him from his thoughtful observations.

Hoseok glances back, eyes flicking over the figure behind him. The last thing he wants to deal with right now is Seokjin's over-eager bullshit. Annoyance pulls at the corners of his eyes but he forces his muscles to not flinch and give away the fact he'd rather bury his fist in Seokjin's perfect face than actually speak to him.

He turns, focusing back on the scene in the oculus. "Yes," he finally answers once he's sure his voice won't betray his inner turmoil. Not only does he wish to hit his own brother, but the fact you're now laughing at something the friend-disguised-fiend said on the oculus, stirs a green-tinged feeling deep in his belly. Jealousy is a bitter flavor on his tongue. It's one he hasn't tasted for a very, very long time. These desires should be beneath a being such as him. That's what The Rite was created for after all; to make the act of acquisition a transactional process and to remove all possible emotional conflicts. There is an order to these kinds of things, one he has no choice but to stick to.

He presses his lips into a thin line, willing the errant thoughts of familial violence and untoward bitterness away. The last thing he needs is one of his brothers picking up on his odd discomfort over the next oblation. It's not like there is anything inherently special about this one. You're merely human, not a speck of luster in your veins; he should just let one of his brothers have you. But, still, something tugs at him and makes him linger over the oculus just a moment longer, taking in the sensuous curve of your throat and the way you place a gentle hand on your demon friend's shoulder before he wills the image to disintegrate. It quickly fades away in a swirl of muddied colors until all that's left is the placid silver surface of the scrying device.

Seokjin steps up to the oculus, frowning down at the large pool. "Why'd you do that? I wanted to see more," he mutters, continuing to be oblivious to the way Hoseok is tensing beside him with barely restrained frustration.

"You'll get to see more soon enough. The Rite begins next week. We have plans to make. Call the others, we'll convene after we speak with Father." Hoseok waves a dismissive hand at Seokjin before turning and striding from the observatory and into the gloomy twilight space beyond. He disappears in a whirl of dust, not even waiting to hear if his brother offers a response.

                             ༻ஓ๑ ✧ ๑ஓ༺

Four shrouded figures gather around the gnarled stump of Ithid, the ancient soul-devouring tree that their father reaped when he formed the Kingdom of Dreams. Now, instead of unlit souls going through Ithid to the afterlife, they become a part of the Dreamscape where the God of Dreams uses them to further his Kingdom and power.

The ash-colored bark hums if anyone draws too close, remnants of the life force still clinging to the roots of the ancient gatekeeper. One false step is all it would take for Ithid to regain power. All it needs is a trickle, just enough essence to begin to thrive again. Which is why there is a permanent repulsion haze clinging to the withered remains of the once Guardian timbre. Anyone who gets closer, drawn in by the hum, succumbs to a crippling snare that will hold them in place until the God of Dreams comes to claim them.

There have only been a few unfortunate beings that have found themselves at the mercy of Morpheus in that way, weeping in the clutches of the spell. He will do anything within his power to keep Ithid from regaining the strength needed to resurrect. The Dreamscape relies on it remaining dormant. The four sons he sired were merely a means to an end, his own guardians created to help ensure that never happens.

"Hypnos sends his regards," the sudden, silken voice of the God of Dreams pierces the silence, drawing the attention of the gathered figures. Morpheus moves with grace, his black cloak floating out behind him like a gauzy shroud. "Finally, the time has come for our Kingdom to begin The Rite. Four of you means four oblations over four years, the first bestowed upon us soon. Have you decided who will receive first?"

Silence answers the God of Dreams. Finally, after a few more moments, one of the figures steps forward. "That has not been decided yet, Father. We were hoping to have more time to come to that conclusion."

Morpheus turns a curious eye on the speaker. "You all have known about this for centuries at this point. Have you not already had plenty of time for that? I expected more effort from my sons. Have I been too lax in my ways, allowing too much freedom in my realm?"

"We do as we're tasked. This is a decision we would rather not make lightly, as it does hold significant changes for the receivers," a second figure steps forward and offers.

Morpheus gives a derisive snort. "You have a week to make that decision, otherwise I'll be making it for you." With that, he coalesces into a swirl of golden sand that floats away with a sudden gust of stale, piny air.

"Well, that went well," another voice snarks.

"Shove it, Yoongi," the first figure, Namjoon, snaps. "Father is right, we should have made this decision long ago. We knew The Rite would be passed to our Kingdom after Hypnos'."

"Who do you propose, then?" Seokjin, the second figure, asks. He steps closer to Namjoon, letting the subtle glow from unseen lights highlight his features in stark relief. "Shall we draw straws?"

"I'll be the first," comes Namjoon's curt reply.

"Abso-fucking-lutely not."

Namjoon turns, taking in the last figure now stepping out of the gloom and into the light. "Hoseok, don't start. Going in order is the only way that truly makes sense and removes all responsibility of choice from our shoulders."

"No," Hoseok replies simply, drawing out the syllable in a monotone.

"Besides," Yoongi chips in, striding up alongside Hoseok, "if we went in order then Seokjin would go first, not you. Or have you been lulled away in the Dreamscape for so long that you've forgotten about our creation?"

Hoseok shakes his head. "Still not happening. I want her. I'm the one that was designated as the oculus sentinel. I'm the one that's been watching her, protecting her mind, so by rights, she should be mine."

"You're only the sentinel because the rest of us were busy actually doing our jobs." Seokjin crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at Hoseok.

The death glare that Hoseok turns on his brother would shrivel any mortal soul. Seokjin just scoffs and rolls his eyes. “You’d rather draw straws?” Hoseok mocks with his own eye roll.

“That was a joke, you jackass. Gods, act like you have some social skills. You’ve been hanging out with the quasi-deities far too much.”

Hoseok bares his teeth in a sneer, his white-blond hair ruffling across his forehead as he jerks his chin up. “Leave them out of this.” Seokjin may be his brother, but Hoseok doesn’t tolerate anyone bad-mouthing his friends like that.

Yoongi throws a hand in the air. “Shut up, the both of you. Father expects us to make this decision and you know if we don’t then he will take matters into his own hands. Now, we don’t want that, do we?”

Seokjin and Hoseok grumble in agreement, shifting their stances away from one another.

“Yoongi is right,” Namjoon says. “Instead of arguing over nonsensical bullshit, we need to come up with a solution to our problem. Preferably before Father steps in on our behalf.”

“What do you propose?” Hoseok asks, directing his question to Yoongi. “You’re the only one that hasn’t offered a suggestion or tried to stake a claim so far.”

Seokjin mutters under his breath about how his suggestion of drawing straws wasn’t truly a suggestion, but his irritated words go ignored. Yoongi glances around, eyes falling on the brittle bark of Ithid for a moment as he thinks.

Finally, he glances up, meeting the eyes of each of his brothers. “We let the oblation decide.”

Namjoon’s brow scrunches. “What? Do we just approach them and say ‘hey, I know this is weird, but you’re scheduled to die next week and one of us needs to claim your divine soul. Care to play eeny-meeny-miney-mo or maybe you can just spin around and blindly point?’ Not exactly a great idea there.”

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head. “If it were that easy, sure. But, no. I’m talking about taking the next week and we do what we do best. Infiltrate their dreams and give them a good dose of what we have to offer. Once they pass over and come into the Dreamscape, we can have them choose based on their experience. All souls have to go through a transition period before Father accepts them into the Kingdom anyway, that’s the perfect time to let them choose.” He shrugs like it’s a solid, genius plan.

“That’s kind of fucked up.” Hoseok chews his bottom lip. “But, so fucked up that I think I like it.”

“I don’t know,” Namjoon huffs. He shifts his weight, shoving one hand in the front pocket of his black pants and adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose with the other. As a Demi-God, the glasses are completely unnecessary, but Namjoon has picked up a few mortal quirks over the centuries. “Can we consider that truly fair? We need to set some ground rules.”

Yoongi nods but before he can offer anything further, Seokjin speaks up. “No sex. Absolutely no touching of the oblation at all.” He gives a pointed look to Namjoon, who is known to frequent the mortal realm the most; hence the acquired quirks. “We only reach out to them in their dreams.”

“That’s a given,” Yoongi raises an eyebrow and smirks, “knowing what The Rite involves, we should probably bar orgasms as a whole. That includes our own.” There is a collective groan from the others. “A necessary stipulation, but you all know as well as I do that’s the dangerous territory where an oblation is involved. Forming a bond with a mortal before their soul crosses over can be detrimental to our power and even our very existence.”

“Right,” Hoseok agrees. “No sex, no orgasms on either side, we only reach out through dreams. Anything else?”

They’re all quiet for a moment as they mull it over. Seokjin finally breaks the silence, “I’m okay with this if you all are, but who goes first?”

Hoseok slaps his brother on the back, a slow smile curving his lips, letting the gesture finish fizzling the hostility in the air between them. “We draw straws, of course.”

                             ༻ஓ๑ ✧ ๑ஓ༺

The balmy summer nighttime air feels good on your bare shoulders. You trail one of your index fingers through the condensation collecting at the bottom of your glass, the ice nearly melted away. Mel is going on about something, but you’ve long since tuned out the conversation between her and Gavin.

Your friends mean the world to you, even if you’ve only known them for a few years now. Melrose and Gavin are inseparable, they have been since the last foster home they shared together at seventeen. You know their story, all the highs and lows that make them who they are today. Not for the first time do you glance between the pair and think about what it would be like to have a connection like the one they share.

“Earth to Peach, are you listening to me?” Mel snaps her fingers in front of your face. The click of the colorful beads in her long braids adds to the pop from her digits. Dark eyebrows furrow over her chestnut eyes that frame either side of a straight nose with a buttoned tip. Her plump lips are pressed down into a frown, the electric purple lipstick coating them only amplifying the expression as it contrasts against her ebon complexion. 

You jerk back in your seat, your eyes locking onto hers. “What? Sorry, I was uh- just thinking about work,” you lie, picking up your drink to cover the guilt you know is plain on your face.

“Peachy, babe, don’t be like that. We’re your friends, you can be honest and tell Melrose to shut the fuck up if you don’t want to hear about Roy-the-roidhead for the hundredth time tonight,” Gavin offers with a knowing smile in your direction. His bright blue eyes catch the glimmering lights overhead, adding even more dazzle to how ridiculously handsome he is. His blond hair is immaculate as always, perfectly styled in a way that accentuates his smooth forehead and slim nose. He’s tall, broad in the shoulder but narrow in the waist; the body of someone who spends most of their free-time striving to be a real-life Adonis. It definitely shows.

You press your lips together before setting your glass down again. The watered-down rum and coke taste too sweet in your mouth. “You know how much I hate that name,” you murmur, ignoring the rest of his statement. They took to calling you Peach about a year ago. It started out innocent enough, the pair dotting over how sweet you are but over time it’s morphed into more salacious claims than anything.

Mel scoots her chair closer to yours and throws an arm over your shoulder. Her skin is warm against yours. “But you’re so sweet, Peach,” she winks and drags her teeth over her bottom lip. The purple lipstick holds true, a testament to the formula. Maybe you should ask her what brand it is, pick some up for yourself. You can’t help but smile, a soft laugh bubbling up your throat even as a blush colors your cheeks at her implication and your silly thoughts. “Now, as I was saying, Roy invited me…”

Just like that, the atmosphere shifts like you hadn’t been called out for ignoring the conversation. Though, you’re not sure if it’s for the better or not. Slowly, the words begin to turn into a buzz instead of the coherent rant from Melrose. You don’t mean to tune her out again, but your attention drifts and you find yourself back in your own thoughts. It’s a nice night to be out, at the beginning of the weekend, and the bar is full of life. The later it gets, the louder it will be in here and the more bodies that will fill the space. One more drink and you’re certain Gavin will ask you to dance. You hope he does, at least, as you could use the distraction from your own troubles.

Ever the reliable one, Gavin downs his next dirty martini and pushes back from the table. The squeak of the wooden chair legs against the linoleum flooring cuts Melrose off from her current tirade about Roy and his latest diet obsession. “Um, excuse you, Gav. Where the fuck do you think you’re going? I’m not finished with my story.”

Gavin gives her a saccharine smile and throws a ring-covered middle finger in her direction. “You’re boring me, Mel. I’m taking our friend here to go dance.” He turns to you, his eyebrows bouncing. “What do you say, Peach, ditch this snore fest and join me on the dance floor?”

You try to suppress the smile that tugs at your lips. “Sorry, Mel,” you offer, casting a quick glance her way. “Roy sounds great, though, I’m really happy for you,” you lie, yet again, considering you’ve no idea what Roy actually sounds like since you haven’t been paying attention to a word she’s said about him.

Before Melrose can respond, Gavin is grabbing you by the hand and tugging you up from your chair. You catch a menacing look ghosting over Melrose’s face before she schools it and rolls her eyes. “Whatever, assholes, Roy wanted to hang out tonight anyway. I’ll catch you both on Monday.”

“Sometimes I’d wish she’d just go hang out with her flavor of the week before spending a few hours with us and doing nothing but yapping about them,” Gavin says, leading you toward the crowded dance floor.

You’re not sure what to say in response to that. It’s not like you can blame Melrose. Guys are…well, guys. She gets bored and likes to keep life interesting. Which is more than you think you can say about your own love life. Your eyes flick over Gavin as he spins around and gives you a sly smile.

He tugs you close, slowly running his hands down your arms and letting them land on your hips. The song playing has a soft beat to it, not quite slow but not a quick thumping rhythm either. It’s perfect for the steady sway of your hips that Gavin sets, his hands helping you move with the music. His eyes slide closed and his chin tilts back, the smile still clinging to his lips. Lips that you’ve thought about kissing more than once. You don’t, though, because you can’t. It would be too awkward.

Gavin is your friend and you’re fairly certain he doesn’t see you in any sort of romantic light. He just really likes to dance and maybe you have a little crush that keeps you from ever saying no to him when he asks you to join him. His hands on your body, innocent as it may be, are an added bonus you file away for secret, personal enjoyment.

The jewel-toned halter top that Melrose talked you into wearing, gives Gavin access to more skin than you’d typically be putting on display. His hands travel from your hips and over your shoulders to play in the hair at the nape of your neck. Goosebumps pop up along your arms and down your spine. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip in an attempt to hide your grin.

You let yourself get lost in the moment, the freedom that dancing with Gavin brings you. The music changes, the next song is an instrumental remix of one of your favorites. “Fuck yeah, I love this song,” you gush, moving your hips at a faster pace.

“Be careful, Peach. You keep moving like that and I might want to take a bite.” The words out of Gavin’s mouth have your hips stuttering to a stop. You stare at him wide-eyed until he realizes you’ve stopped moving. His chin drops and he raises an eyebrow at you. “Don’t stop,” he teases and drops his hands back to your hips, giving them a squeeze. “Unless you want to.”

Your hips automatically start back up, as if they have a mind of their own. “You’re funny,” you mutter with a shake of your head.

Gavin leans in close, his body pressing closer to yours than it’s ever been. He’s so close you can feel the tug and rub of his clothes moving across yours, the rough braid of his jeans against your thinner ones. The close proximity has a surge of heat flaming into your cheeks. “I wasn’t trying to be funny,” his voice is low, a husky whisper that tickles your ear. He chuckles when you let out a small, strangled sound instead of a response. “Oh, Peach, if you only knew,” he continues, pulling back and giving you a meaningful look.

Maybe it’s a testament to how truly desperate you are in the romantic department, but Gavin’s words stick with you. Even after you part ways outside the bar. He heads in one direction and you go in the other. Gavin and Melrose live next to each other, in quaint little townhouses that are on the other side of town.

You inherited your house from your grandparents. It’s cute in its own way, cozy and full of wonderful memories. The drive to your place is nearly double the drive to their places from your job. You all work at the same marketing firm that’s just a few blocks from the bar you’re walking away from.

It’s been hours since your last drink. Your aching feet can attest to at least four of them spent dancing with Gavin. He also practically drowned you with cup after cup of water in between songs. It’s tempting to call for an Uber, simply because exhaustion is starting to set in and the last thing you feel like doing is concentrating on the road for thirty minutes. But, you take a deep breath and slide behind the wheel anyway.

An hour later you’re pulling an oversized t-shirt on and climbing into bed. Despite the fatigue sitting heavy on your chest, you can’t bring yourself to close your eyes. There’s a reason you agreed to go out tonight even when you didn’t really want to. It’s the same reason you’ve been staying up until ridiculous hours in the morning all week while still managing to crawl into work on time. Caffeine has become a constant crutch that you cling to. The headaches and lethargy from lack of sleep can’t compare to what comes when you close your eyes; the nightmares that leave you sweaty and choking on the taste of fear.

Sleep paralysis is what the doctor called it. You prefer to think of it as your own personal demon. It’s been so long since you’ve had a peaceful night of sleep, one not plagued with thrashing and low whimpers that ultimately lead to your eyes staring at the ceiling and your body feeling like it’s at the bottom of the ocean. That’s what scares you the most, the pressure.

You slap a hand on your cheek a few times, willing the exhaustion to recede. It doesn’t. The thought of getting out of bed and fixing a cup of coffee drifts through but it slithers through your grasp as your eyes flutter shut. It’s impossible to resist the pull. A low, pained moan sounds in your throat as sleep washes in on a wave of utter darkness.

                             ༻ஓ๑ ✧ ๑ஓ༺

There aren’t many things that Hoseok enjoys more than entering someone’s dreams. It’s a seamless process, sliding into the gaps of consciousness. His brothers thought he was kidding when he suggested using Seokjin’s joke as a way to choose. They all grumbled a little when he pulled the longest straw, giving him the role of going first. Hoseok loves first impressions, they’re so impactful. Plus, he has a little surprise up his proverbial sleeve that he thinks you’ll never forget.

“Hey, Hoseok!” Speaking of, what’s that phrase, ‘speak of the devil and…’? Hoseok turns slowly from his observation of the oculus to the newcomer.

“Jimin, thanks for coming.” His eyes rove over the other being, taking in the slim cut of his suit. Always dressed to impress, he doesn’t disappoint. Jimin is perfect for what Hoseok has in mind.

Jimin sidles up beside Hoseok to gaze into the scrying pool. “The others won’t be far behind.” He gestures to the oculus, “That the one?”

Hoseok gives an affirming hum. “Like clockwork, the tall one will be asking her to dance soon. Then the fun begins.”

“Oh, good. We didn’t miss the party.” Two figures step out from one of the balconies, arms linked together. Jungkook and Taehyung look just as good as Jimin in their trim pants and button-downs.

“What Taehyung really means to say is it’s good to see you Hoseok and we’re looking forward to whatever it is you have for us to do,” Jungkook uses his elbow wrapped around the other man’s arm to bump him in the ribs.

Hoseok grins, feeling the anxiety quickly draining away just from being in their presence. Seokjin called them quasi-deities, and that may be technically correct, but they’re also his best friends and know him better than any of his brothers ever could even pretend to.

“It’s good to see you guys, too,” Hoseok agrees. “Shall we?” He turns back to the oculus, willing it to focus on you, out yet again with the two creatures he’s come to loathe.

Jungkook and Taehyung crowd in between Jimin and Hoseok. “Who’re the creeps?”

Hoseok’s lip curls in disgust. “Some sort of dream fiends. I haven’t been able to figure out where they came from or what their intentions are. None of my brothers know them and if I ask Father, he’d only give me some backward response that really isn’t a response. So, I can only assume they came from him or maybe remnants from Hypnos’ temper tantrum a few centuries ago.” He shrugs, but the fact he can’t pinpoint your two friends really bothers him. He needs first-hand information.

“Should we take care of them while we’re at it?” Jungkook asks. “Low-tier dreams like that are easy enough to dissolve.”

It’s a good thought, something Hoseok already has considered. “Get a feel for them, if you think they pose a potential threat then take them out. Otherwise, let’s just stick to the plan.” He continues, explaining in detail exactly what he wants from his three friends.

The three quasi-deities laugh. A sound that Hoseok plans to use to his advantage. You have no idea what he has in mind for you tonight. After he watched you toss and turn every night this week and crawl out of bed with tears in your eyes this morning, you deserve a little fun- and he’s the one that intends to deliver it.

                            ༻ஓ๑ ✧ ๑ஓ༺

Like a rinse and repeat cycle, you’re back at The Well House with Melrose and Gavin. It’s a Saturday night and you’re certain you’d rather be at home in bed right now. But, last night was an especially brutal one. All week has been one tortuous night after another. The nightmarish episodes seem to only be getting worse. You almost didn’t bother with functioning today because it physically hurt to drag yourself out of bed. The nightmares felt so real, the darkness that caressed your mind like a tangible thing.

“You look tired, Peach,” Melrose frowns, tilting her head to the side as she scans your face.

You grimace. “Uh, yeah, I didn't sleep great last night.”

“Maybe what you need is to wear yourself out, that always helps me sleep like a baby,” Gavin offers. You know exactly the kind of wearing out he’s thinking about. He’s almost finished with his third drink of the night meaning it’s nearly time to hit the dance floor.

As tempting as it is to lose yourself in dancing with Gavin tonight, you’re simply not sure if you can physically do that. The weight of your eyelids alone could keep you rooted to this chair for the next week if you’d let it.

“Not sure I can even stand at this point,” you mumble, knocking back a large gulp of your drink. “I probably should just call an Uber and head home, honestly.”

Melrose throws herself back in her chair, an arm dramatically draped over her eyes. “No! You can’t leave. The night is still young, come on, promise you won’t leave me with this asshole.” The arm over her eyes flings out toward Gavin who just barks a laugh, shaking his head.

“How about this, you give me one dance and if you’re still feeling like this then I’ll order you an Uber myself?” Gavin steeples his hands together in front of his chest, lips turned down in an exaggerated frown. “Please, Peach.”

You glance at Melrose who now has her arms crossed over her chest and is glaring at Gavin. She catches your eyes, her demeanor instantly changing and she gives you a smile and nods that it’s okay. “One dance,” you say, looking toward Gavin, “then you call me an Uber.”

“If that’s what you still want, then, yes.”

Melrose doesn’t usually dance. But, tonight she follows you and Gavin to the crowded expanse of polished wood that serves as a dance floor. It’s not too late into the night, so the crowd isn’t nearly as pressing as it normally is when you’re dancing with Gavin. Even so, he pulls you in close, as close as he was the other night. The music is slow, grinding with a thumping bass beat. Melrose melts into the crowd until you lose sight of her completely.

Dancing becomes mindless, just a blur of movement and the increasing beat of your heart. The song ends but you don’t stop dancing as it bleeds into the next one. Gavin’s hands migrate along your body. They trail over your arms, hips, and shoulders, offering touches that do nothing to quell the sizzle of attraction you have for him. Your exhaustion wanes with every passing beat and sway of your hips.

A throaty laugh breaks through your mental fog and draws your attention. Three men dance together to your left, their bodies meshed together so thoroughly you can’t tell where one ends and the others begin. They’re all devilishly handsome, maybe even more than Gavin which you would have once thought was impossible.

Gavin is pressed against your back, hands gripping your hips. You can feel his warm breath gusting over your ear and down your neck as he crowds in closer. The air feels thicker, charged with static energy. The dancing trio is suddenly right in front of you. You tell yourself they’re just moving with the crowd, that their shift couldn’t possibly have been deliberate; until one of them looks you in the eye and winks.

“Hi, pretty lady,” his charming voice carries to you over the thrumming bass beat. The gorgeous man might as well have spoken a spell because you’re suddenly enchanted. The two men moving along with him to the music give you heated smiles, the ones you only read about in romance novels.

Gavin’s hands on your hips tighten a fraction, bringing your attention back to your friend still dancing at your back. “Eyes on me, Peach,” Gavin sing-songs as his strong hands guide you around until you’re facing him. He pulls you close, fitting your smaller frame against his towering one. Warmth bleeds through the silk of your blouse where his large palms now rest on your lower back. You barely register the occasional flick of Gavin’s icy eyes over your shoulder until you feel a larger warmth against your back.

“Easy, friend, we just want to dance,” the same charming voice from before is so close you jerk in Gavin’s arms. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Gavin’s jaw ticks, his lips pressing into a harsh line that mirrors the one now creased between his blond brows. “Of course not,” he grinds out between clenched teeth. His eyes peer down into yours, the icy chips now full of storm clouds. “I’m going to go grab a drink, Peach, I’ll be right back.”

Before you’re able to formulate a response, Gavin is peeling himself away and disappearing through the throng of dancers. “There, that’s much better,” one of the other men chuckles. He sidesteps until he’s taking up the vacant spot Gavin just left. “Hi,” he waggles an eyebrow at you, “you’re an excellent dancer.”

The self-deprecating snort that works its way out of your throat has heat flaring through your cheeks. “Uh, thanks, I guess.”

“How adorable, she lights up like a Christmas tree when she’s embarrassed,” the third man sniggers, mischief twinkling in his dark eyes when he moves in closer to your side. All three of them press in closer, their bodies moving in time with yours.

This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve gained new dance partners while out with Melrose and Gavin, but it is the first time Gavin has left you on the dance floor like this. Maybe it should be alarming, being alone with three complete strangers, but there is something about them that feels comforting.

Gavin and Melrose both appear out of nowhere, Gavin’s large hands gripping your arms and trying to tug you from the middle of the three men. “Let’s go, Peach.”

The man at your back snags Gavin’s hands and tosses them away. “Don’t put your hands on her like that. You may be her friend,” he snarls, twisting the word with disgust like it will hurt more that way, “but right now you’re being more of a nightmare than anything else.”

Gavin bares his own teeth but his eyes narrow the slightest bit and Melrose scowls. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” she offers in a tone that’s alarmingly caustic.

The man pressed to your front slowly steps away and moves into Gavin’s personal space. He leans in and whispers directly into Gavin’s ear. Your friend blanches, jerking back away from the man. Melrose steps up like she’s about to confront the man but Gavin shakes his head and pushes her behind him and out of sight. The hostility slowly dissipates from the air, draining away until you feel like you can breathe again, not realizing you had been holding your breath. Gavin turns his eyes on you. “Have a good night, Peach, we’ll see you…um, when we see you.”

His odd farewell has a weird feeling settling in your belly. Suddenly, you’re not so sure you should be dancing with these guys, considering they just ran your friends off somehow. Sure, you don’t like the way Gavin grabbed your arm, but he’s still your friend and you don’t even know these guys.

“Er, I should probably go,” you begin to try and untangle yourself from the other two men.

The man that got in Gavin’s face turns and shakes his head at you, a slow smile pulling at his plump lips. “Nonsense, we’re just getting started. I’m Jimin, and this is Jungkook,” he gestures to the man at your back, “and this is Taehyung.” Jimin places a hand on the man at your side’s shoulder.

They’re so close you can really see their features. Strong jaws, masculine builds, and perfectly styled hair above dark chocolate eyes that seem to peer right into your soul– these men are what dreams are made of.

“Let’s keep dancing,” Jungkook nudges your ass with his hips. “You look like you could use the stress reliever.”

He’s not wrong. You laugh ruefully as you let them guide you back into a sensual rhythm. Slowly, the tension from the confrontation with your friends begins to bleed away, replaced with a calming sort of lull that’s filled with music and the weighty press of their bodies against yours.

You lose track of hands, feeling strong fingers grip or caress over various parts of your form. You think it’s Jimin maybe, or could be Taehyung, who first presses lips to your neck. The sensation sends tingles down your spine and has your eyes fluttering shut. “You’re beautiful when you let go. I’m so jealous,” Jungkook murmurs in your ear. He presses in close to your front, hands secured to your waist. 

“Hmm?” you try to open your eyes but your lids are so heavy. You want to ask Jungkook what he means about being jealous. The words won’t form. All you can do is lick your lips and rub them together. Your mouth feels sticky, sweet in a way, like you just ate a bit of honey.

“Just keep dancing, pretty lady, we got you.” The words barely register before numbing darkness sweeps in and you’re floating in the one place you’ve been trying to avoid– your dreams.

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[sereisstuff]

k pop master list - Updated (10.33pm 25/08/2020)

BTS - (Maknae line)

I’m ready to write Hyung line now too because I think our boys deserve the fic rec and I have plenty ideas for a demi god au for mister Yoongi.

Kim Taehyung

Demon!Kim Taehyung 

𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 -

part 1/ part 2/ part 3/ part 4/ part 5 / part six / part seven/ part 8/ part nine   summary - you accidentally summoned the prince of darkness and now he wants something in return, so he makes you his fiance to trick his father Hades into giving him the crown. (DISCONTINUED)(To be continued)

Warlock!Kim Taehyung 

𝕝𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕒 -

oneshot -  summary-this was your very first Lupercalia tradition as a witch being nervous and not wanting to do it a certain warlock helps you get through it.

(Finished)

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𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒 K.T

one shot ~   𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨��, 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

FURTHER ASK OR IDEAS.

Jeon Jungkook

Werewolf!Jungkook

𝐻𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒𝓈 - 

part 1 - summary -Haunted houses are one of Jungkook’s weaknesses, and also the threat of a mate too, both in one night could be thrilling

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Merman!Jungkook 

ｗａｔｅｒ ｓｐｉｒｉｔ - 

  summary of the tale - jungkook was the son of Poseidon and you were a mortal what more was to come when you were saved by him, friendship?. or will this end in a tragic tale of war between love and law.

Part 1/part 2/part 3

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Soft mafia! Jungkook

𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 - You hadn't felt too great on your appearance and your boyfriend come’s to your aid.

ONE-SHOT

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𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗯𝗼𝘅𝗲𝗿! 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸

𝐀 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞  J.JK -  Jeon Jungkook was a lightweight champion a so-called minute legend, rising to stardom rather quickly while basking in wads of cash and pools of opportunity, therefore, leaving his right hand woman y/n to wallow in the shallows unforgivably with a relationship that pleads for more and a tension that tightens by the minute.

one - shot

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𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕪

Demi-god! Jungkook 

one shot - Summary of the tale - after being kicked out of the kingdom again, leaving the young price stranded on a beach to which, Jungkook runs into a sarcastic witty teen with a heavy dislike for men.

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Ａｍａｒａｔｈｉｎｅ

ONE-SHOT - Dark fae!Jungkook 

Summary of the short tale - after a long day at the dark academy jungkook seeks comfort in his best friends arms.

Park Jimin

Otoko Geisha!Park Jimin 

ｂｌｏｓｓｏｍ　オゾ唄

part 1/ part 2/ part 3/part 4 - summary -  a story about a certain soft Hearten male geisha and a poor broken musician who battle through a journey in which they explore the world through their performances (discontinued)

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Undead! Jimin

Ｇｈｏｓｔ

one shot - summary of the tale - you’d had enough of the torment, leaving the city to reside in an old cottage on the outskirts of town, being a clairvoyant meant that if you searched the house only to find nothing you were right, Right?

[theweirdkidinside03]

5 Seconds of Summer spends another week on top; Ariana Grande still holds the most number of entries on this week’s top 40

The top 40 songs of August 11, 2018 are:

1. Youngblood - 5 Seconds of Summer

2. Jump (feat. Trippie Redd) - Julia Michaels

3. Nervous - Shawn Mendes

4. In My Feelings - Drake

5. Born To Be Yours - Kygo & Imagine Dragons

6. Ocean (feat. Khalid) - Martin Garrix

7. Fake Love - BTS

8. Boo’d Up - Ella Mai

9. I Like It (feat. Bad Bunny & J Balvin) - Cardi B

10. Girls Like You (feat. Cardi B) - Maroon 5

11. Only You - Cheat Codes & Little Mix

12. God Is A Woman - Ariana Grande

13. Growing Pains - Alessia Cara

14. Back To You - Selena Gomez

15. Babe (feat. Taylor Swift) - Sugarland

16. No Brainer (feat. Justin Bieber, Chance the Rapper & Quavo) - DJ Khaled

17. Just My Type - The Vamps

18. Rise (feat. Jack & Jack) - Jonas Blue

19. Jumpsuit - twenty one pilots

20. the light is coming (feat. Nicki Minaj) - Ariana Grande

21. The Way I Am - Charlie Puth

22. Girls (feat. Cardi B, Bebe Rexha & Charli XCX) - Rita Ora

23. Bed (feat. Ariana Grande) - Nicki Minaj

24. I’m A Mess - Bebe Rexha

25. FEFE (feat. Nicki Minaj & Murda Beatz) - 6ix9ine

26.  Strangers (feat. Lauren Jauregui) - Halsey

27. Dance To This (feat. Ariana Grande) - Troye Sivan

28. I’m Upset - Drake

29. Too Much (feat. Timbaland) - ZAYN

30. Almost Love - Sabrina Carpenter

31. Solo (feat. Demi Lovato) - Clean Bandit

32. Jackie Chan (feat. Preme & Post Malone) - Tiesto & Dzeko

33. Hey Look Ma, I Made It - Panic! At The Disco

34. Colour (feat. Hailee Steinfeld) - MNEK

35. Entertainer - ZAYN

36. I’ll Be There - Jess Glynne

37. Darkside (feat. Au/Ra & Tomine Harket) - Alan Walker

38. Start Again (feat. Logic) - OneRepublic

39. 5 in the Morning - Charli XCX

40. Hair Too Long - The Vamps

[batmaniskpopaf]

You:the perfect man does not exists

Me an intellectual:^^^^^

© Midnight Show | Do not edit.

[yoongi-sugaglider]

Special thank you to @zicosbaybay​ for making this incredible header!!

Schoolyard confessions

She’s a drama teacher,followed by the ghost of a young man since childhood who may or may not be her best friend.Can her spectral friend give her the courage to speak to the man of her dreams?

Teacher Jung Hoseok au

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4:Final

Somebody Save Me

This case might just be the death of a young detective. Sleepless nights and stress filled days haunt the young detective Kim Taehyung but he’s determined to find her. Even if it’s the last thing he may do…

**Temporary Hiatus**

Detective Taehyung au

Chapter 1:On the Case

Chapter 2:Dark Places

Chapter 3:A Small Lead

Chapter 4:The Interview and an Unwanted Visitor

Chapter 5:A Home Cooked Meal and Good Company

Chapter 6:The Light and Darkness of Hope

Chapter 7:Sunshine and Amethysts

Chapter 8:Of Despair and a Cup of Coffee

Chapter 9:Crystal Shards of the Deep Web

Chapter 10:Suspects and Whispered Voices

Chapter 11:Blows among Friends

Chapter 12: Unsuspected Suspect

Forget Me Not

A wealthy young man falls overboard while vacationing with friends only to find himself with amnesia and a pretty young wife who seems determined to remind him what hard work and dedication really mean.

*Completed*

Min Yoongi amnesia au

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue 

Coffee Stained Armani Suits

Fashion can be a killer of an industry and when a young personal assistant finds herself being promoted to the new Head Secretary position for the CEO of one of Korea’s premium and top selling fashion magazines, she finds out just how stressful fashion can really be.

~Chapter One

~Chapter Two

~Chapter Three

Daegu Quarantine

They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?

    ~Chapter 1

    ~Chapter 2

    ~Chapter 3

    ~Chapter 4

    ~Chapter 5

    ~Chapter 6

    ~Chapter 7

    ~Chapter 8

    ~Chapter 9

    ~Chapter 10

    ~Chapter 11

    ~Chapter 12

    ~Chapter 13

    ~Chapter 14

    ~Chapter 15

    ~Chapter 16

    ~Chapter 17

    ~Chapter 18

    ~Chapter 19

    ~Chapter 20

Artemis Rising

The story of a Goddess and a Demi God,star crossed lovers whose story was lost to the complexity of history. The truth is they were wronged. All because of the jealousy of a brother. Can they escape their fate in a modern age? Can reincarnation allow her to finally reunite with the ones who loved her?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Love Forsaken

     ~In which reader is a makeup artist who discovers she has the rare Hanahaki Disease.

Short end of the stick

   ~In which Jin seems to love playing pranks on his shorter cuddly lover.

Boy in Luv

  ~In which reader is an 8th member of BTS and an injury reveals an interesting secret.

One Shot

 ~In which a young woman sits home alone on her birthday but gets an amazing surprise.

Candles

 ~In which an unexpected gift help during a blackout

Trembling hands

 ~Yoongi comforts his love after an accident

Daydream

 ~In which an aspiring dancer achieves his dream but leaves the one who always supported him behind.

Of Sunshine and Rainy Days

 ~In which Hoseok discovers his love is desperately upset.

Nap

 ~ft. Jimin and cuddles

Don’t Leave

  ~It’s concert time and Jhope has a hard time letting go

Blood Sweat and Too Many Tears

       ~Alternate ending

Seek and Destroy

 Halo Grifball au where Namjoon is team captain

Utopia

A young woman finds herself awakening in a distant futuristic city, no clue how she’s arrived there and no clue how to get home. With no clue what to do or where to go, she runs. Though she’s no clue who’d chasing her…or what they could possibly want with her.

Rain

  ~In which a young animal shelter worker meets the group of her dreams

    ~Part one

    ~Part two

   ~Part three (final)

Nap

  ~ft. Jhope and cuddles

Tender

  ~A bad day turns into a moment of comfort

The Boy With The Butterfly Mask

   ~ When a young girl spends her whole life seeing the masks of everyone’s personas, how will she react the moment a young drama student waltzes into her life without one?

Don’t Shut him out

       ~In which reader is a struggling college student and concerned !boyfriend Taehyung rushes over to calm them down.

How dare you

   ~Tae makes a big mistake

Pet

   ~Tae is convinced that a new friend could make a great addition to the family

The Marionette and the Boy

   ~Song fic based on The Marionette’s Scrapbook by @pekoe-chu in which a sacrifice is made to save a life and love.

Starry Nights and Hot Cocoa Delights

   ~ An artist struggling with the opening of his new art gallery seeks the solace of his favorite cafe in order to relieve a little but of stress.

Sweeter than Sweet

   ~In which a !plus sized young woman is bullied and a precious young man stands up for her.

Golden

   ~In which you’re the maknae of an all girl Idol group trying your best in the Idol Olympics and another maknae just so happens to catch your eye.

Hidden Away

   ~In which a young friends harbors a devastating secret. The ever deadly Hanahaki disease.

A mistake

 ~In which Jungkook proves to be very convincing about a rollercoaster

Frozen Heart’s Flame

~Twin souls joined by a shared fate, with the Ice kingdom Princess allow the Flame Prince to heal her broken wings?

And So He Walked Alone

What is it that gives us purpose? What drives us as human beings to keep living? A young man finds himself faced with that very question when he discovers himself to be the last remaining human.

Just Desserts

  ~In which a hard worker is bullied at work and the best of friends come to the rescue.

Serendipity

  ~In which a new friend meets an unfortunate end

Suavecito

  ~In which a latina 8th member stuns the crew of a variety show with their talent

Table 12

  ~In which a young waitress helps 7 idols have a relaxing and stress free meal while also giving them some kind words.