#bts suga halloween fic

[sailoryooons]

Maybe suga x reader where they watch a scary movie together. One of them is scared and the other pretends to be scared, I don’t care who 😊 just a cute fluffy mess. Friends to crushes, they can confess or not (whatever you want to do) but I just wanna giggle and kick my feet LOL 🥺

☾ Pairing: Yoongi x gn reader 

☾ Summary: Yoongi hates scary movies. He’ll never tell you that of course, content to suffer through your October scary movie marathon if it means getting to snuggle up to you on the couch. 

☾ Word Count: 1,254

☾ Genre: Humor, Fluff, Mutual Crushes

☾ Rating: SFW 

☾ Warnings: Mentions of being afraid of movies/clowns, Yoongi has Trauma from IT lmao, mentions of movie deaths, unconfessed feelings, a little bit of pining, really nothing else 0 this is short and sweet. 

☾ Published: Sunday, September 15 2024

☾ A/N: I actually love the idea of Yoongi who is afraid of scary movies but watches them because it makes reader happy :) I hope you enjoy it!! 

☾ A/N 2: There are no gendered terms or references to this reader, so I have labeled it as general neutral for the purposes of this fic. 

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Yoongi has never liked scary movies. He remembers the first time he saw one, having snuck into the living room when his older brother wasn’t watching to curl in the armchair, eyes fixated on the screen. He remembers the way his fear became deep rooted, eyes wide as a killer clown murdered everyone in Derry, dragging them down to the sewers.

He’s hated scary movies since then - especially ones with clowns. 

Yet he can’t help but let you drag him into your annual month-long marathon of Halloween movies. Some of them aren’t so bad - your marathoning isn’t exclusive to things that terrify him and keep him staring up at the ceiling at night with the bathroom door open and lights on. Like Hocus Pocus - that was a great film and he’d slept soundly afterward. 

Tonight is not going to be like that. You’ve primed him for days leading up to tonight, gushing about how Scream is your favorite and you want him to try and guess who the killer is before the big reveal. He’s not very good at guessing, but the way your eyes light up when you open your apartment door to find him with popcorn and soda in hand make it worth it.

A lot of things are worth it with you. Like going to the farmer’s market on a really busy day, or going to some pretentious coffee shop forty minutes away because their rose latte is your favorite, or being dragged to a very crowded bar to see a band that you like. 

Your friendship with Yoongi shouldn’t make sense. You like bright sunny days and going outside on walks, venturing into crowded places to watch people, introducing yourself to new friends and chatting with people at the bar. Yoongi likes cold and rainy days and staying inside, keeping to himself at the few places he’s familiar with, and tucking away in a corner with his headphones. 

He likes to say you adopted him as a joke, but it’s not really a joke. You have adopted him into your friends circle, bringing the quiet boy from your freshman algebra class into the fold. Years later, you still greet him with the same oozing excitement as the first time you introduced yourself, bursting at the seams with kindness. 

“You didn’t cheat and look up anything, right?” you demand, suddenly serious as you sit down on your couch and fold your legs. He smirks and shakes his head, brushing the dark hair out of his eyes as he sits in the middle. “Good. You need to make honest guesses.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I know the rules.”

Your grin is blinding and for a second, the world is nothing but the beat of Yoongi’s thundering heart and your smile. He blinks and shakes it off, watching you from the corner of his eye as you settle into the blankets, throwing the corner toward him to keep him warm. 

Tentatively, he pulls the covers over his knees as he pulls them up onto the couch. The blankets are from your bed so they smell like you, vanilla and cinnamon. Hitting the lights on the back of the couch, you douse your apartment into darkness as the TV flickers to life, opening up the movie’s beginning.

Yoongi’s heart is already pounding. Both at how close you are and at the anticipation for what’s going to come on screen. Slasher movies aren’t his favorite, a little too realistic for him to comfortably watch them. 

Still, he watches with muted interest as Casey answers an old school phone, leaning on a counter while the world’s most unsettling voice talks to her through the receiver. 

“That voice would freak me out,” Yoongi admits. “What’s that one we watched with the you’re gonna die in seven days?” 

“The Ring.”

“Yeah. People need to stop answering phones.”

“You gonna stop answering my phone calls?”

He pouts. “No.” 

Your laugh is like tinkling silver. He grins, pleased as you lean toward him, shifting so that your arms are pressed together and your head is resting on his shoulder. He lets you snuggle him despite the fact that for the next five minutes, he can barely follow what’s happening on screen because his heart is slamming and his thoughts are dizzy. 

Yoongi has no idea if you know how he feels. He doesn’t think you do - there’s no way you’d cuddle up to him and make him flustered and confused if you did. You’re not the kind of person to lead him on, which leaves him stranded in a sea of do you or don’t you like him. 

It’s a puzzle he keeps trying to solve himself without asking you, which has resulted in zero solves or answers. 

Yoongi flinches the first time Ghostface comes on screen, mouth tilting downward. You peer up at him, eyes wide. The TV light reflects in your eyes as you watch him, a question in your gaze. He clears his throat. “Caught me off guard.” 

“Uh huh.” 

Yoongi feels his heart race when Casey begins running across the field on screen. He can almost imagine what it must be like to run for your life, chased by some crazy person in a mask and - 

The movie pauses. He blinks and looks at where you’re watching him, smirking. “What? He asks, eyes wide. “Why’d you pause it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you don’t like scary movies?”

“What makes you think that?”

“Yoongi, you’re squeezing my thigh.”

He becomes hyper aware that his hand is on your thigh, squeezing tightly as his anxiety increases. He feels warmth spread up his neck and he lets you go, turning away to hide the way his ears and cheeks turn red. You giggle and he squirms under the embarrassment, looking anywhere but you.

“Come on,” you urge. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You like scary movies.”

“So?”

“So,” he emphasizes, pouting. He won’t look at you, suddenly interested in his nail beds as you continue to stare at him. It’s dark in your apartment and you still sit close to him, thigh pressed against his. “I enjoy doing what you enjoy.” 

“We can watch something else.” 

He shakes his head. “Really, it’s okay. I want to find out who the killer is.” 

You chew on your lower lip, the silence heavy for a minute. “Would it help if I held your hand?” His eyes shoot up to look at you, checking if you’re serious. It seems you are, all the humor vanishing from your face as you stare at him with an earnest expression. “Only if you want to.”

“Maybe.”

Your lips twitch in a smile. “What if I told you it would help me if we held hands?”

“Then definitely.” 

When you smile, Yoongi knows you’re onto him. He feels his stomach flip when you lean in close, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon making his head swim as you press a chaste kiss to his cheek. He feels warm all over, fingers and toes buzzing as you settle back into the couch much closer to him. 

He stretches his hand toward you and you link your fingers with his. He grins at the warmth of your palms and the way you tug your laced fingers into your lap, leaning into his shoulder again. Hiding his smile, he relaxes into the back of the couch, ready to take on any scary movie in the world if it means having whatever this is with you.

“Press play,” he urges, leaning his head on yours. “I can definitely do this now.” 

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BTS Halloween Fic Recs

In honour of spooky season, here are some fanfic recommendations that I think fit the mood or theme of the season! What that means to me really is just some supernatural fics that I've enjoyed a lot. Hope you enjoy some of these fics as well, and if you do, don't forget to let the author know by leaving feedback! Most of these stories contain smut or other mature themes so MINORS DNI!

kim namjoon

hungry (for your love) by @minisugakoobies (two-shot, 4k) slight fluff/slight smut

[namjoon x vampire reader, strangers to lovers]

summary: After a century of slumber, you wake ravenous for your next meal. The first human you stumble across, Namjoon, is a fine choice. You just weren’t expecting him to be so cute.

wish granted by @jjungkookislife (4.6k) smut

[genie namjoon x reader, strangers to lovers]

summary: Finding a genie in a bottle wasn’t what you were expecting the night before Halloween. Being granted three wishes sounded like fun at first, but after wasting one, and stumped on the second, you’re not too sure how your night will pan out. And the genie is of no help… he is insanely attractive though!

kim seokjin

useless magic by @raplinesmoon (2.3k) fantasy/fluff

[baker seokjin x witch reader]

summary: As owner of the hot new bakery in town, you should be more than ashamed to admit that your baking sucks. You know this fact. The only reason why people keep coming back to your bakery is that your desserts are enchanted: chocolate chip cookies that provide warmth and comfort, blueberry muffins that give a burst of energy to start the day, chocolate-covered strawberries spiked with love potions. One day, your fellow rival and bakeshop owner Kim Seokjin stumbles upon you in the midst of casting a spell. And chaos ensues.

in the dead of night by @ot7always (14.5k) smut/fluff

[vampire seokjin x reader, friends to lovers]

summary: You didn’t exactly expect Kim Seokjin to show up at your door at 3 am requesting a bite.

min yoongi

mine by @sailoryooons (14.8k) smut/horror/thriller

[yoongi x succubus reader]

summary: Yoongi lives a quiet life. His days are organized neatly, and every week he can expect the same results. Then he meets you. Hypnotizing. Otherworldly. Strange. And his life never goes back to the way it was before.

the dark by @bratkook (18k) smut

[demon yoongi x reader]

summary: your small town thrives on the occult, luring tourists in with endless themed festivities, but the only place you’re determined to see is the mysterious club that comes to life the week before Halloween. what makes The Dark so exclusive, and what secrets are they hiding behind closed doors?

jung hoseok

not today, satan by @gimmethatagustd (3.7k) humor/a lil bit of smut

[demon hoseok x reader]

summary:  If you had known the demon tasked with reaping your soul would be a total #daddy you would have gone to Hell sooner!

what happened in neverland by @kithtaehyung (4.3k) angst/smut/pwp

[mermaid hoseok x pirate reader, enemies to lovers]

summary: you hate him. he’s your enemy. that’s just how it’s always been. so how the hell did you end up here?

the wood by @sailoryooons (16.7k) psychological thriller/smut

[witch hoseok x reader]

summary:  From the moment you step foot in Kill Devil, you know something about the town is off. Determined to find out exactly how your sister went missing in such a small town, you receive unlikely help from the man staying in the motel room next to yours. But there is so much more than what meets the eye with Hoseok and the citizens of Kill Devil.

park jimin

cloud nine by @suga-kookiemonster (5.4k) smut/horror

summary: “he’s here again” viv whispers. “you know who. the hot guy who’s totally into you.” and he is hot – devastatingly hot enough that you know he can’t actually be into you, because the universe simply doesn’t work that way. that still doesn’t stop your heart from pounding when he smiles at you from across the room. 

nectar by @gimmethatagustd (series, 35k) smut/angst/fluff

[human jimin x vampire reader, roommates to lovers, college au]

summary: Humans have this annoying habit of being drawn to danger, and you’re having a hard time stopping yourself from sinking your teeth into your new roommate. You’re not sure what’s more tantalizing: his impossibly good looks or his seemingly innocent way of flirting with the darkest part of you.

the prince’s cinderella syndrome by @jimilter (39.4k) angst/smut/fluff

[cursed jimin x reader, strangers to lovers]

summary:  He shows up at Halloween, every year, dressed the same, and leaves at midnight like some Cinderella. You would think he was a prankster if his eyes didn’t look like they contained all the sadness in the world. You don’t know him - no one on campus does. You don’t know why he appears only once a year. You don’t know why he never smiles. But you can’t help falling in love with him. Even if he breaks your heart when he abandons you at midnight, again.

lovely demons by @kpopfanfictrash (41.7k) fantasy/angst/smut

[prince of hell jimin x witch reader, enemies to lovers]

summary: As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Helland pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.

kim taehyung

moonstruck by @jungkxook (7.4k) smut/fluff

[werewolf taehyung x reader, arranged marriage au]

summary: in hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted” and the only way to save you is to be mated with taehyung. whatever that means.

et sic incipit by @lavienjin (12.5k) smut/pwp

[incubus taehyung x virgin reader]

summary: For Taehyung, born of old and before the dawn of man, tempting mortals is nothing more than a pass-time to quench his boredom. Everything changes when he met you, literally too good to be true, but no human has ever resisted his pull. And he’s sure that you’re no different.

love you for infinity by @gimmethatagustd (24k) smut/angst/fluff

[ghost taehyung x human reader, long-lost lovers, soulmates (kinda)]

summary: Kim Taehyung and his fiancée met their untimely deaths when they were young and heartbroken. When he’s doomed to roam the earth as a ghost with unfinished business, Taehyung is convinced that finding the soul of his true love and righting his wrongs will set him free. However, you have no intention of being haunted by a ghost for the rest of your life.

jeon jungkook

corrupt by @bratkook (5k) smut/pwp

[vampire jungkook x human reader]

summary: You’d be crying out in pain begging me to play my games. I could corrupt you, it would be ugly.

knot today by @kinktae (5.8k) smut/pwp

[alpha jungkook x virgin omega reader, friends to lovers]

summary: When your first heat approaches and you are left desperate and partnerless, who better to turn to than your alpha roommate that you’ve spent the better half of your life hiding your feelings for?

only when you’re lonely by @jjkeverlast (7.5k) humor/smut/angst

[human jungkook x succubus reader, fake dating, college au]

summary: jungkook has never dated anyone, because of you and you're soft touches that bring him to orbit. it's all it's ever been, just sex between you. although, it brings an unexpected turn when jungkook accidentally blurts you out as his girlfriend to his college friends which results in them expecting you to an upcoming party. what jungkook doesn't know is that you're much more than just someone he meets when he's lonely.

wicked by @noteguk (9.1k) smut

[incubus jungkook x inexperienced reader]

summary; in which incubus!jungkook likes to ruin pretty innocent things, and you might just be the perfect target.

darkroom by @yoon-kooks (10.2k) smut/fluff

[vampire jungkook x reader, college au]

summary:  When you somehow end up in an advanced photography class that you definitely shouldn’t be in, you seek the help of shy nerdy boy Jeon Jungkook to preserve your 4.15 GPA. It isn’t until after you stumble upon him in the darkroom that you realize your cute little nerd is actually a super hot vampire with an icy cold stare and beautiful burgundy eyes.

hotter than hell by @chateautae (series, 136k) angst/fluff/smut

[fallen lucifer jungkook x human reader, enemies to lovers, road trip au]

summary: jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

multiple members

ravished by two by @yoonia (5k) smut

[alpha namjoon x werewolf reader x alpha seokjin, fated mates]

summary: Two dominant Alphas, one defining goal. But how far can you catch up with two prime, tenacious males overcome with desire?

compromise by @here2bbtstrash (10k) crack/smut

[vampire taehyung x human reader x werewolf jungkook, twilight au]

summary: you’re torn between the two loves of your life - but maybe you don’t have to choose.

the (hell) house by @whatifyoulivelikethat (two-shot, 25k+) crack/fluff/smut

[ot7 x fwb reader, all kinds of monster sex lol]

summary: Welcome to the Hell House. Some call it resident evil. Some call it a haunted house. Some call it a waste of space (rude). Enter if you dare – the Doctor will ensure that you never come out the same. What’s that? Why are you going with your seven fuckbuddies? You wouldn’t… fuck in there, right? (Yes, you would.)

Thank you so much for taking the time to check out this list! And thank you to these amazing authors for sharing their work with us!! I honestly wanted to read more this month but I ended up not having time and yet I still wanted to put together a little list for the spooky season (thank you to the anon who asked for halloween recs for giving me a little push!) If anyone has more recommendations, I'd love to hear them, so don't be afraid to put them in the comments or send me an ask <3

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Together

My first Halloween request! yay! find the request post; here

Thank you for the request @suhdays​, you’re the best, I hope you like it  🥺Request; “ twinning Halloween costumes with yoongi (but it’s like something dorky, like a stapler idk alsjs) and they go to a party where everyone is like “it’s that couple again” and it’s cute and fluffy !! ”

Min Yoongi x reader Genre; Fluff, guess lil humour too because I like the funnies Warnings; Adult language and topics otherwise none Word count; 2.3k

Summary; For the first time in five years, you leave the important task of buying your couple costume to your boyfriend. This is how he turns his mistake into something you’ll always remember

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It's that time of year again; Halloween and for the first time in your life, you were not ready. You had recently started your own business so your whole life was pretty much full of meetings and interviews and paperwork and spoopy season was at the bottom of your list of priorities. Which is why you left the Halloween prep entirely to Yoongi. Admittedly, you were pretty worried at first and reluctant to allow your boyfriend to take the responsibility of the holiday into his own hands, not because you don't trust him as that's not true at all, you've always trusted Yoongi with everything in you but the fact is; Min Yoongi has always been the type to cheat his way through things that don't have his full attention and Halloween definitely fell under that category. But, the man pulled through and had the house, both interior and exterior decorated a week into October (a week later than you yourself would've had it done but that's beside the point) and had stocked up on sweets for both yourselves and the trick or treaters. So, Yoongi did well in that respect but clearly, one of the most important aspects of celebrating Halloween went straight over his head until the very last moment.

"Yoongi, what...what is this?" You questioned prodding at the plastic packaging in your hands.

"Our costumes." Was his answer from where he stood in your bedroom doorway, shuffling his weight from foot to foot knowing that you were not impressed with him.

"This isn't what we agreed on,"

"Yeah well..." He trailed off not quite knowing what to say to defend his lack of foresight in the costume buying department.

"You forgot and got these on the way home, didn't you?" Just like that, his body slumped and his lips pursed into the pout you knew meant he was going to try and cutely whine his way out of his own problem. And you hated that pout because it was so hard to say no to.

"I meant to order the other ones but kept forgetting and when I remembered I couldn't find them anywhere so I was going to make them but didn't have the time; I have the supplies under the bed so you can't say I wasn't going to! Then next thing I knew Jin caught me on the way out of work to do his yearly speech of him and Joon are going to beat us at the couple costume competition tonight and yeah...it was between those or sexy plug and socket and honestly I would rather just go in normal clothes and give hyung the prize myself than make either of us wear that sorry excuse for a costume." He was off on a rant by that point, eyebrows scrunched together and lips even poutier and so adorable you couldn't resist. Yoongi was too busy in his speech on sexy electrical costumes to even notice that you were closer until your lips were on his ceasing his spiel.

"Why are you so cute, huh?" You cooed upon pulling back far enough to look into his surprised gaze.

"Uh, not the response I expected." Was his response, earning a giggle from you. "So uhm yeah, it's still a couple costume." He murmured a little distractedly as he placed his hand over the two packaged outfits in your hand. "I'll be this one and you that."

"Okay fine, we can still win with this, right?"

"Yeah, Jin-hyung always chooses either some obscure anime characters or a pun that no-one understands, for him and Joonie."

"We got this."

*

When you arrived at the party hand in hand with Yoongi you saw Seokjin and Namjoon across the garden dressed as...something...honestly you couldn't even make a vaguely intelligent guess at what exactly the couple were supposed to me; something with beads and an obnoxious amount of purple feathers. Even though you had expected pretty much exactly that from Seokjin you still felt yourself relax the tiny amount of tension in your shoulders from the thought of not taking home the prize as you and Yoongi had for the past four years since Hoseok started hosting the annual party.

"Are you a stapler and stack of paper?" Jimin questioned as the pair of you approached the drink table where the pink-haired fairy was hanging around to talk to people; Jimin was always seen at the drinks table even if he wasn't drinking purely because he knew people would always be coming and going so he had plenty of chances to make new friends and charm the fishnet stockings off of someone for the night.

"Yes," You confirmed, not really wanting to elaborate and instead focused on pouring drinks out for you and your stack of paper partner.

"Not that you're not cute or anything because you two are the cutest couple and always will be, I voted for you before you even arrived; but like, why? Your costumes are usually really...not this."

"Because she holds me together," Yoongi replied easily as if it had always been the genuine reason for you to be the stapler to his paper that evening, not his incredible ability to forget the one thing you planned literally months ahead of time.

"That was cute, now I want to vote for you." You looked over your shoulder to find Namjoon waiting with the two men behind you, two empty plastic cups in his hands so you held your hands out in a silent offer that he accepted wit a smile. "Don't tell Jin I said that though, he'll do something petty to get back at me and I love him and all but I do not want to not get my dick sucked just because I assisted the enemy."

"Hyung is so dramatic," Jimin giggled. "I love it."

"Mm, try getting vaguely threatening messages from him for the past month in an attempt at getting us to throw the competition." Yoongi snorted.

"Ah, that's why he stopped messaging me, he found out you had to buy them!" You realised with a laugh and capped the bottle in your hand so that you could return Namjoon's then full cups to him then gather your own while Yoongi picked up his with a gentle kiss to your jaw in passing.

"He takes this way too seriously."

"What exactly are you two even supposed to be?" Jimin enquired, tilting his head curiously as he eyed the feathered male from head to toe then back again.

"I have no fucking idea." Namjoon deadpanned before nodding to the three of you and turning to return to his partner's side.

"Poor Joonie," Jimin hummed before giggling which you and Yoongi quickly joined in with. Namjoon dealt with a lot from his boyfriend and his eccentric and shameless ways but they were such a perfect match that you knew Namjoon would never even attempt to change a single thing about Seokjin. They were cute- you could admit that-, even if their Halloween costumes always sucked.

"We should go get our picture taken for the vote table," Yoongi pointed out.

"Most people here already know who you two are," Jimin laughed but you and Yoongi were already heading across the garden to the table beside the temporary stage at the bottom of the garden.

"Just in time!" Jeongguk beamed from where he was perched on his comfortable lawn chair beside the table, camera hanging around his neck ready to take portraits against the spooky backdrop just to the side for whoever wanted the service, for a fee of course. "It's almost time to close the sign up for the competitions," He got to his feet and got into position while you and Yoongi stood ready for your photo to be taken by the cape clad male; vampire again and the only reason Jeongguk had that costume in the first place was that Hoseok said he couldn't work at his party if he didn't dress up. Though the way the seams across his biceps stretched in protest you guessed Jeongguk would have to finally buy a new costume for the following year or quit the gym.

"Many people this year?" You asked once your photos were taken and the best one was being sent to the portable printer on the table to pin on the board showcasing the contestants.

"Not really for the couple one, everyone knows you two win so the only person that really tries to beat you is Jin-hyung. But the individual comp has a lot of entries. Mostly girls hoping to win a date with Hoseokie-hyung." Jeongguk informed with a giggle while pinning your photo on the couples competition board.

"Wait, what?" Yoongi replied. "Hobi is putting himself up as grand prize?"

"Didn't you see the poll he made on Twitter last week? He added a date with him as a joke but it won so he stuck with it. There's also the usual gift hamper prize too so the winner can pick what they'd prefer."

"I hope someone nice wins and Hoseokie gets a kind girlfriend out of it." You commented and they both hummed in agreement.

"Gukkie! Picture please!" Someone you couldn't recall the name of but were certain had been at Jeongguk's birthday party called so you and Yoongi left the photographer to his work and went off to mingle and talk to friends and strangers alike.

*

At midnight Hoseok got up on stage to announce the competition winners. To his own surprise, Taehyung won the individual competition; he hadn't even applied but from the way Jeongguk was hollering from the side you deduced the vampire had pinned his best friend's picture up all the same. It was a good costume; Taehyung was Van Gogh's ghost and had spent the night flitting around with body paints in his hands painting tributes to his favourite artist on the skin of whoever would let him. You yourself had the most famous starry night on your neck and Yoongi was too ticklish to allow the brushes near his sensitive skin.

"Congrats Tae!" Hoseok cooed, pushing back the crown that was slipping down his head yet again so that he could beam at Taehyung as the younger stepped up to collect his prize. "Come get the hamper before you leave tomorrow, yeah?"

"What if I want the date?" He challenged. The crowd "ooh"ed. Hoseok flailed.

"Did not take that into consideration," Yoongi admitted lowly by your side.

"Me either. Has Seok ever been into guys?"

"No, well, not that he's told me,"

"Do you think he could be?"

"I mean, it's Tae, I think everyone's at least a little gay for Tae."

"We know you are." You sniggered and he whined. "What? It's cute."

"Will you ever let me live that down? It was before we even met, babe."

"I can never forget that, babe."

Your teasing bickering distracted from the spectacle on stage long enough for Taehyung to leave with a promise from the host to talk later. Hoseok had even moved onto the couple's competition. That man sure worked fast when he wanted to remove the focus from his flushed features.

"Oh, no surprise here, Y/N and Yoongi!" He called into the microphone causing you both to look forward to the stage with wide eyes having been caught off guard. "Come on you two!" So you both waddled up onto the stage and accepted the winner badges Hoseok pinned to your costumes. "You know what to do about your prize," He joked waving you both off.

"What if we want a date with you too, huh?" You cooed. Hoseok yelled while you skittered off stage after Yoongi who could only smile fondly at your antics.

"Hey! Don't try and steal my date!" Taehyung exclaimed from beside the stage making you laugh before you fell into conversation with him and gained another masterpiece on your skin; this time on the back of your hand.

3 am the next morning you flopped into bed beside Yoongi, both freshly clean of the night's sweat and body paints. "I swear we get home later every year," Yoongi grumbled, already closing his eyes ready to greet sleep with open arms.

"That's because every year he comes up with new games to play and neither of us can so no to that shithead and he knows it." You yawned, head resting on his shoulder and leg laying over his own. He hummed in agreement. "What you said earlier to Jimin about our costumes, was that some of your spur of the moment bullshit or did you think of it when you picked them?"

"Hm? What did I say?"

"That I was the stapler and you paper because I hold you together."

"Oh, yeah, that. It's the truth, you do hold me together, always have. I don't want to even think about the mess I'd be right now if I never met you."

"Huh, maybe next year I should be superglue," You joked tilting your head to grin up at him. He felt your movement so opened his eyes to meet your gaze with a soft smile.

"And I'll be the broken toy that only you have the strength to fix."

"You're not broken."

"Not anymore, you fixed me." You lifted up just enough to press a soft, loving kiss to his lips.

"We did it together; like we do everything else. And we'll keep working like this for a long time, okay?"

"You and me together forever. Cliche but I can live with that."

"Let's get some sleep, I have a feeling we'll have Seok around tomorrow panicking that he agreed to go on a date tonight with Taehyung."

"Ugh, can't I not be here for that?" He groaned rolling over to wrap his limbs around you and bury his face into your neck making you giggle at the cute actions.

"No, we literally just talked about this, Yoonie."

"Mm," He inhaled your clean soft scent deeply before exhaling and leaning back to look at you. "Together?"

"Forever."

[ariana-winchester95]

Jack in the Box || Series Chapter List

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Park Jimin x Kim Taehyung

Word Count: 11.7 (and still climbing)

Warnings: Horror, Demon Jung Hoseok, Dark Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin is whipped for Taehyung, Kim Taehyung is oblivious, Jeon Jungkook is a little shit, Kim Seokjin is done with his shit, Jung Hoseok is a little shit too, halloween, twisted, truth or dare, haunted asylum, ghost stories, pranks & practical jokes, mind games, mindfuck, fiction, blood & gore, near death experiences, angst, angst with a happy ending, eventual smut, more tags will be added.

Summary:

A dare is still dare, whether it is aimed at a single person or at two.

Jimin and Taehyung are dared to spend 12 hours in the most haunted asylum in Korea, after unknowingly opening an old cursed jack in the box, holding an ancient being, their night becomes filled with twisted pranks and games.

Can Jimin and Taehyung survive the night, and the rest of their lives?

-or- 

Jungkook dares Jimin and Taehyung to spend Halloween night at Gwangju's most haunted psychiatric hospital.

Chapter 1 | Truth or Dare

Chapter 2 | Good Ideas

Chapter 3 | Courage

Chapter 4 | What's in the Box?

Chapter 5 | Do You Believe In Ghost Stories?

Chapter 6 | No Exit

Chapter 7 | It's Not What It Seems

Chapter 8 | Take It. It Won't Bite

[hjh-ceilo-monster]

Haunted house on the hill (BTS Ot7)

Summary : You are an explorer and a demonology nerd. For your new thesis, you want to unfold the mystery of the afterlife. What if your experiment has gone wrong? And you are stuck in the middle of a void.

One way ticket to the haunted house on the hill, your journey begins now.

A/n : This is going to be a bullet drabble(?)

Inspo : Hotel Transylvania x Hotel Del Luna

Visual idea :  You're invited to a Time traveler's house⏳ [Immersive ambience Experience] 

(•ᵥᵥ•) Happy Halloween 🎃

Author POV.

“Did she gone mad?”

“She is a freak.”

“No wonder no one join her team.”

People voice a lot of opinions when it comes to you. Whether you care about them or not, they appear in your head from time to time, like right now.

You are a peculiar girl who always has your head either into the books or somewhere outside reality. Your characteristics are ‘disturbing’ according to tons of people. You wonder what part of yours is and how it is disturbing, but you never ask it out.

You pick up the wire and connect it with the machine. The system starts running. The screen suddenly flashes different color ranges within the shade of blue and green.

*screech*

As if the machine screams to you, the screeching noise echoes inside your lab. You feel like someone is ripping your ears off. However, you are too determined to care.

You step into the block.

The room turns cold. So cold that you can see your breath.

Your body becomes numb with the sudden pain.

Your head gets dizzy.

And everything disappears in a blink of an eye.

† . . ----  /\(•ᵥᵥ•)/\  ---- . . †

“Where...am I?” 

You find yourself in front of a pair of rusty gates. The location is unknown to you, and perhaps, to the world too. The huge solid rock castle stands tall. It towers your body-making you feel small.

The scenery is beautiful yet mystique.

When you step closer to the gates, they slowly swing open. Your curiosity now takes over your mind; causing your body to act on it.

Even the unlivable vibe, you still believe someone must be in there. 

Heading inside the castle, the atmosphere suddenly changes. The interior are mostly made from pearls and gold-flashing glimpses of light into your eyes. You walk further into it until you meet a man, an owner you suppose, who looks busy with some lists.

“A busy day sir?” Your voice makes him startle.

“Sorry for inconvinience, but our hotel still cl-” When a receptionist look up, he stop his sentence.

“How did you get in here?” 

Kim Taehyung : Front office dept. | Front desk Manager

A guy who dress up elegantly and shower with jewellries.

He was checking the list of guests and trying to reach for Jimin. 

Then, his ordinary day was interrupted by you.  

He looks alarmed by the situation. First, it isn’t a service hour. Second, now you, a human, are in the hotel. The more he stares at you, the more his head becomes blank.

‘Gorge-’ And his sense kicks right in. His expression turns cold; trying his best to scare you.

“If you try to scare me, It is not working.” You speak. This time his face changes into confusion. He wonders how you can read his mind when actually what you do is guessing his face.

“What are you doing?” You shout at him. In a blink of an eye, he suddenly teleports himself and locks your arms from behind.

“You can’t do this. Where is the owner?” You keep asking more questions, but he don’t care them a bit. 

And before you do anything more, he locking you onto a chair inside the room full of other four strangers.

“I swear, the last time I check the security system was two days ago. I even wrote you a report.” The boy who looks around your age claims.

Jeon Jungkook : Security dept. | IT Manager

A boy with a green blazer whines. 

A rabbit face with deer eyes.

Taehyung starts reporting the situation. ‘This boy is Jungkook.’ You absorb the new information after pick it up from their conversation. 

Everyone gives him a disbelief look. Jungkook even laughs it off and thinks it is a joke. He doesn’t believe in Taehyung’s words until he pokes you a few times.

“Sh..she...a human!” The boy exclaims. Feeling human flesh for the first time, now the boy becomes petrified with the situation.

He then bombards you with questions. Between your answers, he keeps threaten you that if you lie, he will eat you. However, with his look, you can’t take this poor boy seriously. 

“The thing is how can she come here the first place.”

“I may or may not try to cross here...” His doe eyes are now widen to their extreme.

“YOU just ruin my system!” He puffes his cheeks. Just then, someone who he wish was the last to know about this appear.

“Oh no...he is coming.”

“We can’t just ler her in and stay. Our guests will freak out. Hell, some of them hate human to the core!” He looks at the others and exclaims. His voice reflects his frightened and eeriness feeling.

Park Jimin : Front office dept. | Hotel Concierge

“Why the hell I need to be here when I suppose to prepare that extravagance party of you, Taehyung...” He continues ranting until his gaze falls onto you.

“A human? You gotta be kidding right? You give me instructions and references just so you can surprise your wierd little hu-” Jimin seems to not realize what is going on until he nearly spit the word ‘human’ for a second time.

“Wait...Human? Why is this creature here? Jungkook, working hundreds of years here and you still didn’t remember the golden rule of this hotel? I’m so diappoint in you....”

And he continues until he threaten you to leave the place.  

“Jimin stop.” Another tall guy beside him drags Jimin back.

“That was rude.” You glare at him. However, he continues picking a fight with you.

“Even if you insist to come here without dying becase of your stupid work or not, we are not welcoming you in. Who the hell care...” He fires back at you and leading you both into a huge mess.

Taehyung and Jungkook need to seperate you from each other.

“Huh, I am out of here. Hyung, do whatever you want. I am going to get those two in here and continue my jobs.” 

And with that, Jimin leaves the room, fuming.

“♪ My house clean～  ♪ my pool warm～ ♪ Ju-” He stop immediately when all eyes on him.

“Oh hey..human? So this is not a normal report time? Anyone care to explain why we have a meeting now when it suppose to be next week?” He cluelessly looks around for answers.

Jung Hoseok : Front office dept. |  Housekeeping Manager

Another two guys walk into the room. One of them was singing until he noticed your appearance.

“A human just entered our place, hyung. Please be serious for a moment.” Jungkook states.

“Jungkook...” A guy who stopped Jimin minutes ago give him a stern look.

Swiftly, the guy stares blankly at his friend. You can feel that he is radiate such a depressing vibe out of nowhere. He becomes silent for a moment until asking someone to explain the situation.

“Then kindly enlighten me, who the fuck let a human into our estate?!” He pauses and looks around, then continues. “Is this the mood you want from me?”

Taehyung tell his report in summary. He gasps while the other one look furious and curse out. You start notice that there’s another guy behind.

“Well, this is serious. Is this why Jimin eyes turn bloody orange? I even sense hell fire circle around him.” His gaze then lay on you.

“My appology for not introduce my name. Even if you aren’t our guest, I still need to be polite.  I am Hoseok, a head of housekeepers.” He bows and explain a little details.

‘Sweat, someone still care my clueless presence.’ You think inside your head space.

“Idiots!, we have just gained back to our standard profit. Who is going to responsible for the drop this time?” He glares at you before shifting his eyes to his friends.

Min Yoongi :  Main headquarter | Marketing Manager

After listening a few conversation, he replaces Jimin with his fury state.

He gives the lecture on how hard he plan the strategy and other stuff for the hotel. That gives you a hint that he must be a marketing-related employee.

One point to you, you guess it right. You then apologize a few times and prepare to leave, completely guilty, though you don’t how your experiment went wrong. You seem to be a burden for them right now.

“Yoongi hyung, please don’t kill me.” Jungkook begs. 

“Namjoon, I don’t care what will going to happen. All I need is her responsible for this by seal the deal with us and work for us no matter alive or dead. I’m not going to be happy if my work turn into a waste because of this chunk of meat.”

“Sorry, but who know my experiment would gone wrong and put me here.” You now speak out of fear and regret.

“For you, I didn’t ask any opinion. That’s my final deal and you need to suck it up. Now learn your lesson, this isn’t an amusement park with a hotel that you can play, enjoy some rides and then relax. This is the bridge between life and death!”

“Please..don’t hurt me. I can help you. We can like negotiate for a better deal...right?” You reply.

“If you insist to work here, I can only provide bread and water. We haven’t had human for ages.” His voice is gentle, but his gaze isn’t.

Kim Seokjin : Food & Beverage dept. | Restaurant Manager

The guy finally speak after listening to everyone complaining and threatening you for who knows how long.

He looks like he is smiling.

Reading that sentence carefully, and you will get how tense this situation is. He looks warry. 

“I..huh.. I am sorry.” You give up. You are so disappoint in yourself, which you don’t even know why.

He becomes quiet again. Standing still, he keeps staring at you-judging every human fibers of yours.

“I agree with Yoongi, you must work for us.”  He proposes a deal. You feel scare after seeing two of them in anger like they want to burn you alive.

“There is no other choice for you, is there? I can’t garuntee your safety here nor our behave toward you human. However, until you figure how to get out of here by yourself, you need to blend in.” 

He smirks. You don’t know if it is on purpose or not, but it upset you even more. You feel tire of them treating you like this. Sometimes you wonder why you choose to study these things. Will it really help other people or the entities?

"I get it. This is a life-death portal. I am standing in the middle of the nowhere because of my stupidity. Yeah, I. get. it.” No one speak. 

“...But can you guys also understand that I  don’t want to cause any trouble. All I do was working for my new project  all alone and here I am. I promise I will get out. Until then, can I at least get any hospitality from here, just a tiny bit.  You can put me in the darkest smallest creepiest room ever in here with one meal per day, I don’t mind. Just please...don’t treat me like a monster.”

“Are you describing your kind?” Jin retorts. Finally, all of your insecurity sink deeply into your skin.

“Ok...kill me..for real.” Six boys look at each other, baffled.

“Huh...such a headache.” You look up and see a man on the balcony.

Kim Namjoon :  Main Headquarter | General Manager

He watches everything quietly for awhile after Jimin summon him into the place.

He was beyond furious. He wanted to just butt in and clear everything. However, seeing you handle his friends somehow makes him interested in you. 

You are shaking in sadness and fear, yet you didn’t show it until Jin pushes the button with how he mocked you. And, listening to your reply can only assure him one thing.

You are indeed very interesting.

“Namjoon hyung, I am sorry. Please don’t punish me.” Jungkook start begging him when the boy notices his presence at last.

“What’s your final decision?”  Yoongi, who knows he is there from the beginning, asks. He gently grips his nosebridge and sigh.

“I will let her work here if you guys are ok. For the hospitality, I will let Hoseok deal with it. It seems like Hoseok is the only one who is willing to warm up with her, right?”

“For sure, she’s already stepped here. Human or not, she is our guest.” Hoseok replies with a gentle smile.

“Hyung, you aren’t serious, are you?” Jimin eventually come back from his work.

“Iam am serious, and that’s final.” His voice is clear and firm. His order echoes loudly in the estate, leaving a chill down your spine.

“Treat our guest well.” Namjoon commands his worker/friends.  

“Welcome to ‘ the haunted house on the hill ’.”

† . . ----  /\(•ᵥᵥ•)/\  ---- . . †

And it’s done. Thank you for reading. I started it from a little idea, but end up spilling all my thought. 

Finally, happy halloween

Ps. BTS photos from : @comma_bts (twitter?) Idk since I got it from we heart it and it mentioned there. If wrong, sorry. And thanks for the photos.

[daebakinc]

Reaper

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Prompt:Grim Reaper/Death Word Count: 2.6K

~Admin V

           Helping souls to the afterlife had been Yoongi’s job for so long, he sometimes forgot what it was like to be human. Sometimes he even forgot how he himself was as a human. His life as a reaper hadn’t always been a walk in the park either. When he first started, RM, an elder reaper, would hand him the name of the soul that needed to be taken and Yoongi would have to track it down like a bounty hunter. Once RM had moved on, Yoongi took over as the lead reaper in charge of a group of 5 others. Somehow, that was even more work than tracking a soul, as he had to be sure the others were getting the souls and not getting into too much trouble.

           He used to think that there was an exact number of souls everyone had to reap before they could move on, but he found out it was different for everyone. Jimin had only been with the group reaping for a couple of years before he was called to move on. RM had been reaping for centuries before he did. Slowly one by one they all passed over. It was Yoongi and Jin who were left from the original group. Jin had worked to become a doctor. He could really save lives with his work, but was there to reap those who couldn’t be saved. After the centuries Yoongi had reaped, he was able to request something a bit more comfortable.

           The hospital staff referred to it as the Graveyard, but it was just a ward for the terminally ill patients. There was nothing that could be done anymore to help them, so they came to the Graveyard to spend the last legs of their life.

           It was nice to be able to provide ease to these people and see them pass in sleep. It was definitely more preferable than when he was in the field and had to witness the gruesome deaths. He definitely tried to forget the gruesome ones.

           Of course, there was always sadness in the Graveyard, as families would come to mourn their loved ones, patients knew they were expiring, and sometimes, even with support of the staff, there was unbearable loneliness before dying. No one said the job of death would be a happy one. That was until you were transferred into the ward.

           You arrived the same day as Dog Day – when trained dogs would visit to play with and temporarily alleviate patients of pain and depression. Even though you were being escorted in via wheelchair, your face was framed by a large smile.

           You welcomed a dog as it jumped up onto you. You scratched its ears a let it lick your face. If it was happy, you felt happy.

           Yoongi moved swiftly to you. “Are you alright? Did the dog hurt you at all?”

           You rubbed the dog’s ears. “We’re both okay. Looks like I picked the perfect day to move in.”

           “Ah,” Yoongi looked down at a chart and said your name.

           “Yup, that’s me,” you grinned up at him.

           “I’m the Head of the Wings Ward, Min Yoongi.” He looked at you for a moment. Really looked at you. You were sincerely joyful, which was as rare in the Graveyard as a unicorn. “Are you ready to see your quarters?”

           “Sure.” You scratched the dog one more time them scooted him from your lap.

           The nurse pushed your chair to follow Yoongi into your new room.

           “Wow,” you looked around. “It’s a lot roomier than I thought it would be. It doesn’t even look like a hospice.”

           Yoongi smirked. “That was the goal when building it.” He nodded to the nurse so that they would leave.

           “To not make death so dreary?”

           His smirk turned sheepish. “That would be it, yes.”

           You laughed which caused him to laugh, too. He looked at you again like he had before. You realized it was curiosity. “Not many patients in here like me, huh?”

           “You’re definitely the most upbeat I’ve seen.” He looked at your chart again. “Leukemia. I’m sorry.”

           “It is what it is. Everything that could be done has been. No point on dwelling on it. Might as well make the best of what I have left.”

           The curiosity was back on his face. “That’s a really nice outlook.”

           You grinned at him again.

           “Let’s begin the tour then. Would you like me to push you?”

           “No, that’s alright.”

           He nodded and led the way. You really were interesting to Yoongi. You didn’t want help because you didn’t want pity, something he understood all too well. But as he showed you around, you were genuinely surprised and without any sorrow.

           It’d been a long, long time since he encountered anyone like you. When he was in the field, the souls which needed to be collected belonged to people who didn’t know they were about to die. Here, they knew it. It changed a person. But you, you were sunshine in a nightmare.

           He showed you the common room where you could play games with other patients, the bathroom, a dining area, arts and crafts. “Wow,” you said again.

           “We’re going to take good care of you here.”

           You beamed up at him. “I know you will.”

              Usually Yoongi didn’t really form relations with any of the patients or staff. He only spoke with them for job purposes or if questions were had. It was easier that way when everyone around him would eventually die. You didn’t seem to catch that memo. You actively sought him out and had conversations with him, which surprised him, but was something he soon grew fond of.

           Every afternoon around 2pm you made him sit to have tea with you. It had become your routine for the last few weeks now.

           You wheeled yourself to your usual table while he joined with two mugs in hand.

           “They had Rooibos today.” He handed you a mug.

           You chuckled. “Since you run the ward, couldn’t they technically have it every day?”

           His sheepish grin was back. “If it’s what you want, yes.”

           You chuckled again and sipped your tea. “Sources tell me you don’t do such things for all the patients. “

           He sipped his tea and looked you squarely in the eye. “Most patients don’t like to be reminded they’re dying, which seeing me tends to do. You somewhat embrace it with open arms. If . . . sorry for the phrasing, but if small things like this make you happy in your limited time left, then I’m happy to do it.”

           “That’s very sweet of you.”

           Yoongi looked a little shy in that moment, but a perk of not actually living meant he couldn’t blush. “So, where did we leave our discussion yesterday?”

           “Hmm,” you delayed telling him, even though you knew, just to see if you could make him blush. “I think our lives if we were on different paths.”

           “Ah.”

           “You said you liked singing when you were younger.”

           “You weren’t supposed to remember that.”

           “Would you sing me something?” you half teased.

           “Not today.”

           “What if it made me happy?” you batted your eyelashes. You were definitely pushing your luck, but it was fun to ruffle Yoongi.

           “How about you? Cancer free, where do you see your life?”

           You knew he was escaping your question, but you allowed it, at least for now. “Well, before I got too sick, I loved drawing and I loved whales. So I would either have been an artist in the country, living in a small cottage or a marine biologist on the beach. With a dog. Maybe 5.

           He snickered at that. “Yes, I’ve noticed on Dog Day you tend to monopolize them.”

           “It’s not my fault they come to me.”

           Yoongi looked down at his watch. A patient was going to pass in 4 minutes. He needed to be in their room to take them.

           “Will you excuse me? There’s a meeting I must get to.”

           You waved him off, smiling.

             The next day, Yoongi grimaced as he looked at his chart. Your name was on it with the time 14:05:03.

           You were going to die.

           Yoongi asked his staff to cover for him all day. Considering he never made such requests, they assumed something urgent came up. He went to the kitchen, prepared you tea and cooked the breakfast you always mentioned you preferred. He carried the tray to your room.

           You were awake when he knocked. You were not feeling good at all, but you put on a small smile for Yoongi. “What’s all this?”

           “I have a meeting today during our tea-time, so I thought maybe you wouldn’t mind having a late breakfast instead,” he lied.

           “Sweet again.” You tried to sit up, but it was proving to be difficult. You just had no energy.

           He noticed and set down the tray. He gently wrapped his arms around you for support as he helped you in a sitting position. “Is that okay?”

           You nodded, then he brought the tray over to you. You wanted to smile more. It looked beautiful. He put a lot of work into it. “It smells wonderful. I’m not sure I can eat much though.”

           “That’s alright.”

           You looked at him weakly. “You’re not going to have anything?”

           “I’ve already eaten this morning.”

           “Oh.”

           “What’s wrong?”

           “It just seems strange to have you kind of watch me eat and not be eating as well.”

           “Ah.” He scanned your plate and took a piece of toast, toasting it to you.

           “Thank you,” you giggled. You managed to eat a spoonful of eggs and bite of cantaloupe, but that even seemed like a herculean feat. You slouched back down in your bed.

           “Is there anything I can get you?”

           “Maybe another blanket.”

           He took your tray and set it on a table by the door. He went into the hall then returned with a thick blanket then set in over you.

           “Would you like to watch a movie? I can set it up for you?”

           “Whatchya have in mind?”

           That sheepish smile of his appeared. “You mentioned it was your favorite, last week.”

           “You didn’t.”

           Yoongi reached into the stack of books on your dresser. He pulled out “The Wedding Singer.”

           “Hmm. Wonder how that got there.”

           He shrugged and put it into the DVD player on the TV and turned everything on.

           “Have you seen it?”

           He shook his head. “I don’t really have time.”

           “Do you think you can watch it for a bit with me?”

           His smile was soft and he nodded. He moved a chair next to your bed.

           As the movie played you giggled at your favorite parts and heard Yoongi chuckle a few times. You looked over to him to make sure he was reacting to your favorite parts the way he was supposed to. That’s when you saw it. Yoongi always looked reserved. Minimal emotion, you imagined, was something needed when working in a ward for the terminally ill. But this was different. He had a slight smile on his face from watching the movie. But his eyes . . .

           “Yoongi?”

           He looked at you instantly.

           “You’re sad.” It wasn’t a question. “What’s wrong?”

           He paused the movie. “Well that tends to happen when you work in the Graveyard.”

           A wide smile appeared on your face. “You call this place the Graveyard? That’s dark.”

           He blanched. “You were never meant to hear that.”

           You laughed a bit. “Why? It is kinda what this place is, isn’t it. It’s fitting, if not completely depraved.”

           He ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry.”

           “Will you tell me why you’re sad?”

           He looked at you, but couldn’t seem to form sentences.

           You saw the pain form across his face as he searched for the words. “You know I’m dying don’t you?”

           His eyes held so much pain in that moment. But he didn’t break contact with you as he nodded twice.

           “Don’t be sad,” you whispered. “We both knew this was coming.”

           “I know,” he sighed.

           “Can I ask you a favor?”

           He looked up.

           “Will you sing for me?”

           A smile of disbelieve appeared. “Of course you would use that against me now.”

           “You wouldn’t deprive a dying person from their final wishes would you?”

           He gave you a hard look but you could tell the second he gave in. “Fine.”

           His voice was unexpected. So beautiful. He was singing in a language you weren’t familiar with. It was a lullaby. It reminded you of the small sweet things he’d do for you.

           When he finished, he knelt beside you and wiped a tear you hadn’t noticed fell from your eye. “Don’t cry.”

           You smiled. “I honestly didn’t know I was.” You’d never had Yoongi that close to you before. Your heart sped a bit. “Yoongi?” you asked quietly.

           He leaned forward.

           “I have one more wish.”

           He waited for you to ask it.

           You blushed, and he looked a little confused. “Having cancer for most of my life, I was usually stuck in a hospital or resting at home.”

           He nodded, encouraging you to keep going, even when your blush darkened.

           “I’ve never had a kiss.”

           He stiffened.

           “I’m sure it’s against protocol and you can get in big trouble. I know it’s dumb . . .”

           “You . . . you want me to kiss you?”

           You nodded shyly.

           Yoongi had another wave of emotions and pain wash over his face. “It will make you happy?” he whispered.

           You nodded.

           He exhaled and knelt beside your bed. You tried to straighten up again. When he offered help you lifted your hand to refuse. You wanted to do this part as much as you could. “Okay.” You looked at him.

           “Okay,” he repeated. His hands brushed the hair out of your face and swept it to the back of your head. “Close your eyes,” he murmured..

           You did, your lips parting in anticipation.

           His lips pressed against your forehead. Then against each of your closed eyes. Your cheeks. Your chin. The top of his lip delicately kissed the bottom of yours. He moved his lips completely over yours and kissed again.

           It felt like time stopped. Both your lips parted, so gently together. You  breathed him in. He sucked on your bottom lip, then ended the kiss.

           When he leaned back he wiped more tears from your eyes.

           “Thank you. It was perfect.”

           Yoongi didn’t say anything, but he reached for your hand and held it.

           You smiled and closed your eyes. Suddenly it was if as if you were looking at yourself like a movie.

           Yoongi looked down at his watch, then looked at you. Not your body, your spirit that was watching.

           “Hey,” he smiled faintly and stood from the chair.

           “I’m dead?”

           He nodded. “And I’m going to take you to the next life.”

           “Why?”

           He smiled at your confusion. “I’m a reaper. It’s kind of my job.”

           You returned his smile. “Well this certainly explains some things about you.”

           He smiled back, but you saw him wipe at his eyes this time.

           “Is it scary? The next life?”

           “I don’t know.” He reached for your hands. “I’ve never been.”

           “Why don’t you go with me?”

           He was stunned. He only stared at you.

           You squeezed his hands. “Go with me.”

           “I . . . I can’t.”

           “Why not?”

           “It’s not my time.”

           “How do you know?”

           He stumbled for words again.

           “What if you’re supposed to go with me? I can’t imagine you cry when helping others cross over.”

           “I haven’t been told it’s my time to go. I don’t know what will happen if I go.”

           “But isn’t that what life is? No one knows what’s on the other side.”

           You squeezed his hands again. “I think this is why we met, Yoongi. Come with me.”

           He looked into your eyes for a long time then squeezed your hands back. “Okay.”

[yandere-society]

Sugar Rush

Synopsis: You thought the breakup had gone well, but your ex-girlfriend Yoonji didn’t seem to get the message. When you go out with friends to party on Halloween night, you encounter Yoonji in an unexpected way – and you discover just how far she’ll go to get you back.  

Pairing: Min Yoonji x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Yandere themes, blood/mentions of blood, stalking, restraints, safeword violation, torture, suicide mention, gore

Headline: Woman In Sumo Wrestler Suit Assaulted Ex-Girlfriend In Gay Pub After She Waved At Man Dressed As A Snickers Bar

Admin: @psycho-slytherin​

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“Ooh – gah!”

“Y/n?” Mia pokes her head into the kitchen. Her pupils are pure black, and she looks to be crying blood. “What happened?”

“Ugh, I think my mom sent me these roses and I pricked myself on a thorn,” you reply, sucking on your bleeding finger irritably. You lay down the card that came with the bouquet, which reads See you soon! “You look great.”

“Thanks! I’m a student.” Mia steps forward to reveal a school uniform shirt, sweatpants, and flip-flops. 

“Uh…”

“Cause I’m stu-dying, get it?”

You snort. “Very nice.”

“What are you? You haven’t changed!”

You sigh. “I don’t think I’m going to dress up.” You can’t shake Halloween’s association with her.

“What? But 66 Below has their ‘free drink for a costume’ thing going on. C’mon, why not?”

You shrug, looking at your bleeding finger. Roses always seem to have it out for you. “It was our anniversary.”

“Wait, is this about Yoonji? Y/n, you broke up with her! If you regret it so much, get back together. The girl was head over heels with you, I’m sure she’d be down.”

You shake your head. “I’m not getting back together with her. Definitely not.” You and Yoonji were together for three years, long enough that you had started wondering if it would turn into forever. As time went on, however, you began to notice unnerving little quirks in her behavior. She was scaring you, and you ended things soon after. “Besides, she was always so neurotic that I would cheat on her with a guy.”

Mia rolls her eyes. “Biphobia at its finest. Well, fuck Yoonji. It’s been months – now get dressed. It’s Halloween, and we’re going out! Besides, Aisha is meeting us there.”

You laugh. “I don’t have a costume.”

“I have an extra that I brought with me – it’s an unnecessarily sexy angel, it didn’t fit my sister. Try it!”

Angel. That was Yoonji’s name for you. You sigh, dragging yourself away from the traitorous roses and following Mia down the hall.

Soon enough, Mia is putting the final touches on your makeup. “Ooh, you’re glowing!”

“I don’t know why you sound surprised when it’s your fault,” you retort before catching a look at yourself in the mirror.

You’re wearing a white silky babydoll dress – the kind that you’d only wear in the bedroom. She’d love it. You’re sporting white fishnets and feathered wings, with a golden headband resembling a halo to complete the look. Mia has done your makeup expertly, with lots of rose and gold, so that you look perfectly angelic. You add your favorite rainbow earrings for some added pride. Still, the outfit…

“Isn’t this a little… risque?” Yoonji would never let you wear something like this out.

“I don’t want anyone else laying eyes on my angel,” she would croon in your ear. “You’re all mine. I’ll never let anyone else touch you.”

“It’s Halloween, Y/n, as long as the goods are covered you’re set.”

You peer out of the window. The sun has set, and groups of kids are out in spades for trick-or-treating. You used to love Halloween – it had always been your favorite holiday, long before you and Yoonji made it official four years ago.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

She stared at you for a long time. “Do you promise never to cheat? You’ll be loyal to me alone?”

You laughed. “Of course! I like you, I want to date you!

“In that case…” She leaned forward and kissed you. Her vampire costume meant you got fake blood all over your lips. “Happy Halloween, angel.”

“Okay. Let’s go.”

Mia nods. Her black contact lenses are… well, they’re not unintimidating. You’re glad to be able to spend this Halloween with her, and not worry about your ex-girlfriend.

66 Below has long been your and Mia’s favorite LGBTQ bar. With its live music, pride flags, and vintage decor, you feel as though you’re stepping into an extra-queer period piece.Yoonji never liked it; she thought it was too crowded. Tonight, almost everyone is dressed up in costume, enjoying 66 Below’s 'first drink free’ policy.

“Mia! Y/n! Over here!” Mia’s girlfriend Aisha gets your attention, waving at you from a booth. You’ve never encountered a more loving couple, and you know Mia’s planning on proposing to her soon. Aisha is dressed as… “Wait, what is she wearing?” You ask as you and Mia join her. Aisha looks like she printed a graded school paper onto white clothing, complete with red marks and typos. Over her heart is a big red F. In response to your quizzical glance, Aisha points to the F.

“Geddit? I’m a failing grade! I specifically wanted to be a final exam, but…”

You laugh. Mia and Aisha must have coordinated that. You scan the bar and note you’re not the only angel. There’s also some devils, ghosts, animals, anime characters, Iron Man, a Snickers bar, two Harry Potters, and – of course – inappropriately sexy children’s cartoon characters. You love Halloween.

“Y/n, c’mon, let’s grab drinks,” Mia says, but her eyes seem unwilling to leave Aisha’s. Their love reminds you of yours… or, what you thought was love. Towards the end of your relationship, you began to realize Yoonji’s idea of love was very different from yours.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll get yours. What do you want?”

“You sure?” When you nod, Mia reels off her order. You approach the bar, smiling at your favorite bartender. “Hey, Jaewon!” 

“Do mine eyes deceive me, or is that Y/n beneath the halo?”

Jaewon pretends to be blinded. He’s dressed as what you can only assume is slutty Mario.

“Shush, you. I’ll have an IPA and a margarita, please.”

“Sure thing.”

As you’re waiting for your drinks, the person in the Snickers costume slides into the seat next to you. “Nice costume, angel.”

You stare at him, a brow raised. If you weren’t at a gay bar, you’d think he was flirting. “Thanks, Snickers.”

“Who are you here with?”

You nod at the booth, where Mia and Aisha are now kissing intensely.

“Y’all poly or are you third wheeling?”

You laugh. “The latter. I’m not the relationship type.” Not anymore. Not after you realized how you were so easily manipulated into thinking Yoonji’s behavior was love. But the way she would kiss you, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, tangling her hand in your hair…

“Yeah, I get you. Couples’ costumes are scary by default to me,” the Snickers jokes. “Perfect for Halloween. I’m Namjoon, by the way.”

“Y/n. Are you here with anyone?”

Namjoon glances around. “I was here with my buddy, but I think he left to fuck one of the Harry Potters. Which is funny, now that I think about it, since he was dressed as Dumbledore.”

You snort. “Oh my god. Well, if you want a group to join, I’ll be third-wheeling over there.” Jaewon reappears with your drinks and a wink.

“I might just take you up on that, angel. Happy Halloween!”

“Hey!” Mia says, finally coming up for air. Miraculously, her bloody tears have stayed put. “Who was that guy you were talking to? He seemed cute!”

“He’s probably gay,” you remind your friend. “He was sweet, though, I invited him to come over if he wanted to – his friend left him. Is that okay?”

Mia and Aisha glance at each other. “Actually, we were wondering…”

You look at the two suspiciously. “Yes?”

“There’s this event happening at 4Sooth,” Aisha says, referencing another bar downtown, “Where the best couples’ costume gets a cash prize. We were thinking… well, zombie student, failing grade…”

Oh. Why did you come here in the first place, then?

“Yeah, you guys totally have a chance!” You offer with as much enthusiasm as you can muster. “Should we go there?”

“The thing is…” Aisha looks at Mia, who shows you the event announcement on her phone.

“Well, the other prize is a night in the ‘Halloween Suite’ at the hotel next door, y’know?” Mia says quickly, a note of pleading in her voice.

Ohhhh. “Right, okay. So… I’ll just stay here, then.”

“Are you sure?” Mia asks anxiously. You can see her on the fence between guilt and excitement.

“Yeah, it’s fine!” You insist. “I’m good at making friends. Have fun!” Just because you have to be alone on Halloween, doesn’t mean Mia and Aisha can’t have a good time.

“You’re the best, Y/n, I owe you!” Mia gives you a quick kiss on each cheek before she and Aisha head out. As soon as they’re out of sight, your smile slips from your face and you sigh, nursing your beer. It’s Halloween, what would have been your and Yoonji’s fourth anniversary, and you’re alone at a bar. Pathetic. You turn to costume-watching, admiring the Big Bird, Dorthy from The Wizard of Oz, a sumo wrestler, and several queer or genderbent characters from all sorts of media.

Namjoon, the Snickers, is looking at you from his seat at the bar. He raises a quizzical brow at the now-empty booth, and you roll your eyes and shake your head in response.

He purses his lips, tipping his glass in acknowledgement.

Wonderful. A bar of candy pities me. You wave, motioning for Namjoon to come join you. You were both alone – why not?

Almost as soon as you lower your hand, several things happen at once: a blur of tan crosses your vision; you hear a loud BANG, and feel a sudden, incomprehensible, searing pain shoot through the back of your head; something warm trickles down your face; there are lips against your ear, whispering words you can’t understand; far-off shouts and screams; and the world goes dark.

“Told you that you’d cheat… you’re just a whore for them… but now you’re all mine again.”

“Mmnn…” you groan, blinking hard. Your head hurts – everything hurts. You feel like you’ve been hit by a truck. You’re lying on something soft. Did you go to bed? You move to rub your temple, but your wrist is tugged back by… rope. Rope? Your eyes widen and you begin to struggle furiously against the restraints, yanking until you feel your hands are going to detach themselves. “What the fuck?” Your wrists are tied to bedposts. Shit. Were you drugged? Was it Jaewon the bartender? “HELP! Somebody! Help me!” Your shoes are gone, and – oh, no – your white dress is stained and splattered with blood. Yours? When you try to pull yourself up, your vision floats before you. You can feel warm blood trickling down your head, tickling your scalp. You fall back onto the pillow, trying to force your vision to focus. “Help me…”

Suddenly, you hear heavy footsteps, and a voice that makes you freeze.

“Looks like I nabbed myself a pretty little angel. Talk about fallen from grace, right?”

Your cries for help freeze in your throat. “Yoonji?”

And in walks your ex-girlfriend, the blow-up sumo wrestling suit deflating around her. That flash of tan… so she was there, at 66 Below. Her pristine black bob hasn’t changed in the last few months, and her makeup is perfectly done. As the suit empties, she steps out of it, wearing her favorite outfit of black tights and skirt with a cream blouse.

“Let me go,” you croak. Your heart feels like it’s being squeezed in her fist. Your fighting spirit seems to have evaporated in the face of the woman you once loved. It doesn’t make sense… or does it make too much sense? You knew she was possessive – it’s why you ended things. But this? “Yoonji… please. Please.”

Yoonji pretends not to hear you, instead walking around the bed to inspect your restraints. Of course, now that you’ve collected yourself, you recognize her bedroom. In fact, it’s not your first time being tied to these same bedposts.

“Red. Yoonji, please, red,” you try desperately, hoping the safeword might make her relent. For a moment, her cool expression falters. It’s quickly replaced with raw fury.

“You want to try calling red?” She snarls, looking right at you. “You cheated on me. You broke up with me!”

“I never cheated!” You cry, kicking out at her in vain. “You always thought I was cheating on you – I didn’t do anything!”

“I saw you,” she replies, raising a hand and bringing it down hard on your cheek. Your head jerks to the side and you can taste blood. Your face is on fire, it must be, how can it hurt so badly? “It’s our anniversary. I saw you wave at that candy bar.” Another slap leaves your jaw aching. “Fucking whore, do you flirt with every man you see? Girls like you can never be faithful.”

“We’re not together anymore!” You yell, pulling hard on the ropes. They’re much stronger and more coarse than any Yoonji has used with you before, and you bite back a yelp of pain at the rope burn. Your head hurts so much, and your chest is heaving with anxiety. Is she going to kill you? “You’re insane. Let me go – they’ll find out I’m gone. They’ll call the police.” After you and Yoonji broke up, you moved in with Mia. Surely she’ll be concerned when you don’t show up.

Yoonji laughs softly. It’s the way she would laugh when she had a secret. “Well… you did text your housemate to tell her you were going home with the Snickers bar. She’s not expecting you – and that contest is going to keep her at the hotel all night anyways.”

Your heart drops into your stomach. How does she know? “What text? Where’s my phone?”

Yoonji lazily fishes your phone from her pocket. “You really haven’t changed your password?”

“Give that back! Let me go!” You twist your hips and kick hard in her direction, scoring a tiny victory when your phone goes flying from Yoonji’s hand. In the split second that she’s leaned over to retrieve it, you try to see if you can feel any slack at all in the ropes binding your wrists. Yes! There’s something. Maybe your situation isn’t hopeless after all.

Your spirits fall by the wayside when you see Yoonji rise with a terrifying smile on her face. “What a frisky angel, you like to kick, don’t you? Maybe I should tie those lovely legs too.”

“No- don’t touch me! Yoonji, c’mon…” your voice breaks when you see her pull a length of rope from her closet. “W-what are you going to do with me?”

“What am I going to do with you? Exactly what I’ve always wanted to. I’m going to make sure no one else will ever touch you again. You’re mine, angel, you always have been.” Yoonji reaches for your legs and you kick wildly, desperate to escape. Your heart feels like a racehorse in your chest, and sheer adrenaline numbs the throbbing pain in your head.

“Stop… struggling!” Yoonji hisses furiously as she makes a grab for your foot. “Ungrateful bitch. Why are you always trying to get away from me? All I did was love you!”

Now. You slam your heel into her chin, and her head snaps upward with the force of your kick.

For a second you feel like she’s about to crumple to the ground, but instead she lowers her gaze to stare into your soul once more.

“That wasn’t very nice.” Yoonji massages her jaw, and when she speaks, blood drips from between her lips. She begins to pace around the bed, avoiding your kicks. “Bad angel… maybe you’re just a devil in disguise, huh? I always knew you were a dirty fucking liar. And you didn’t even say thank you for the roses.”

The roses? Your eyes widen. See you soon. They were from her? “Fuck you,” You say in response, surreptitiously tugging and relaxing the slack on your right hand’s rope. “I never cheated. You were just scared that I could love men and women. Well, guess what? I loved you! For years, until I realized you never loved me back.”

“What?” You see horror cloud Yoonji’s face. “You fucking bitch. ALL I did was love you!”

You shake your head, determined to keep her talking. She’s out of range of your kicks for now. If you could just get your hands free…

You feel suddenly woozy. Are there two… no, three Yoonjis? Shit. Now is not the time for a concussion.

“You never loved me. You were obsessed and insane. Don’t you hear yourself?” You say, your volume increasing. You know the walls are well-insulated, but she’s still in an apartment complex. Maybe the neighbors will hear? Another tug on the rope. You twist your wrist, and for a second you can feel it loosening. “You only wanted me so that no one else could have me!”

“You’re lying.” Maybe it’s a reflection of your bloody dress, or the blood dripping from her mouth, but for a second her eyes seem to shine red.

You shake your head. You’ve almost got a hand free. “You’re the one who’s lying, Yoonji. You’re lying to yourself.” Dizzy again. “You – ngh – you can just let me go. I won’t tell anyone.” Almost got a hand free. How long has it been?

Suddenly Yoonji is looming over you. “Ah, but you forgot.” She spits at you, and a mouthful of scarlet blood hits the white pillowcase. Some of it splatters on your cheek. You keep tugging at the tie around your left hand. It’s much tighter than your right. She’s rummaging in her bedside drawer, and that look in her eyes… you’re scared. “I might’ve let an angel go, but you decided you’re not an angel. You’re a devil. And where do devils belong?”

“Uh…”

“That’s right.” Yoonji shows you what she’s retrieved: a lighter. She walks around the bed to the bottom right corner of the duvet. “Devils like you should stay in hell.”

“Yoonji. Yoonji, what are you –” She lowers the lighter to the duvet, and you see the cloth begin to smoke before a small flame forms on the bed, flickering but gaining in strength. “YOONJI!”

“I told you, Y/n.” Her voice is lower than you’ve ever heard it as she wipes more blood from her chin. “I’ll never let anyone touch you again.”

“C’mon, please, this is too much,” you say, your voice bleeding into hysteria as you thrash around, trying to kick the burning blanket away from your body. The fire begins to grow, and in your frenzied movement you accidentally burn your foot. You jerk away, yanking at the ropes on your wrists. You’re wearing fishnet stockings – if those catch fire, it’ll travel all the way up your body in a flash. “Let me go! Let me go, you psycho!”

Yoonji makes a pouty face. “Poor baby. Let you go… or what?”

“Please!” You shriek as the fire grows, the smoke now visibly rising from the bed. “Yoonji, I’m sorry, please, please…”

“I missed hearing you beg, my love. What a delicious Halloween treat. And if you need to blame anyone…” Yoonji pauses and smiles. The blood has gotten between her teeth, giving her a terrifying undead look. “Blame that Snickers bar.”

With that, she leaves the room and closes the door behind her. Fuck. You tug furiously at your right hand, where the rope has significantly loosened. You can feel the heat from the flames, dangerously close to you. “C’mon, c’mon…” You’re not going to die here, what a terrible headline. Who would write your obituary? You fight through another wave of dizziness. “Fucking hell!” With effort that leaves your muscles trembling, you wriggle your right hand out of its ties, and it quickly flies to your other hand. Maybe you’ll survive.

Unless she locked the door. Yoonji is four floors up. From that height…

You quickly work through the knots on your left wrist, which Yoonji tied so tightly you can’t feel several of your fingers anymore. Faster. Your nails are broken from tearing at the rope, and at one point the nail on your middle finger catches and gets stuck fast in the rope. The fire has spread to the carpet, and thick, black smoke is billowing up. You take a deep breath and brace yourself for the pain – it’s nothing compared to burning alive – and yank your hand back.

“Gah!” It’s a furious pain, for so small a point. The fingernail is ripped off your finger and hangs there as your nail bed bleeds freely. You force yourself to keep moving, to undo the knot or rip the rope off completely but the pain makes it hard to breathe…  or is it the smoke quickly filling the air? With movements made jerky by panic, you at last find a loose end and pull it through the knot. The rope around your wrist loosens and you’re able to slip your hand out. You’re not going to think about the fact that you can’t feel three of your fingers or move them properly. You’re free. You look around wildly, rushing for the door. You rattle the handle, but it’s locked. You can try to kick through it? But what if Yoonji is on the other side of the door, and shoves you back into the flames? The window next to the bed is locked too. But… You bend down and, straining, lift her entire bedside nightstand up. As soon as you stand your legs wobble and threaten to collapse, and you feel blood continue to drip down your neck and back. You stumble, almost to the window, but–

“Ugh-” You lose your grip and the nightstand crashes to the floor, almost on your foot. At that moment, you’re tempted to break down completely. What if you just… gave up? If you go through the window, you’ll probably die in the fall. Through the door, if you can even kick it down, and Yoonji will surely be waiting for you. You could just stay here, where at least death is a merciful certainty.

No – what are you thinking? You have to live. If you die, Yoonji will be free, and you won’t be able to tell your story. If you die now… she wins.

You adjust your stance and, arms trembling, lift the nightstand once more. The air is getting harder to breathe, you don’t know how much longer you have. You heave the nightstand at the window and it crashes straight through the glass, smashing down onto the street four stories below. Wait – the street. It must only be a little past midnight, because you can see some teens and adults still walking the street in costume. Passersby!

“HELP!” You shriek, waving your hand. You’re cut and bleeding in several places from flying glass, and you surely look fit for Halloween.

Wait. Hang on. One of the adults laughs and points up at you. “Great costume!” he yells.

“No, no, no…” the smoke is getting thicker, the fire closer. “Please- please help!” What you need to be a strong yell comes out a broken sob. “There’s a fire! Please help me!”

Two groups seem to realize it’s not just a Halloween prank, and you see some people whip out their phones to call the police. Several more rush forward, but clearly have no plan other than to stand beneath the window.

The police will take too long. You blink through the smoke, which is now visible through the window. You will not burn alive. And you won’t let Yoonji walk free, not after this. You brush the broken glass away from the windowsill and carefully step onto the ledge, a bleeding angel in the night. Your wings and white dress glow in such contrast to the walls that it looks like you’re flying.

You hear gasps and screams, and a “Don’t jump!”

Idiot. As though you have a choice. No, you only have one choice left, and you’re making it count. “My name is Y/n L/n,” You yell, forcing down a smoky cough, “And the person who killed me is Min Yoonji!”

No time to think. You step forward off the ledge, closing your eyes. Forty feet isn’t that far to fall, maybe you’ll make it.

Fucking Snickers bar.

[ravenempress101]

So BTS did Halloween costumes and THIS BOY JIMIN WAS A ALLEY CAT TELL ME WHY HE HAVE CAT CONTACTS IN AND HIS HOTNESS ALL OVER THE PLACE YALL I WAS PURRING JUST LIKE HIM LIKE REALLY!!!!

[sweetwritertanya]

Dressed Up For Halloween (Yoongi)

Summary: You go out with your friends for Halloween dressed up as Cat Woman. When you come back home, Yoongi’s reaction to your leather suit takes you pleasantly by surprise.

Warnings: SMUT! Be prepared for: swearing, erotic body touching, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (be smarter than this, guys!), doggy-style position, multiple orgasms (female receiving), overstimulating (female receiving) (just a bit), kitten/master play, kind of a leather kink.

Word Count: 3662

You weren’t much for Halloween, you really weren’t. You weren’t much for parties either or dressing up, and yet here you were, currently struggling to fit your oversized body into a very difficult fabric to put on – leather. You were honestly second guessing your decision to go with your friends to this party, even if they begged you to go and complete their quintuplet of ‘female badass characters’ as they put it. As if turns out, you were assigned to go as Cat Woman.

It took a while, much too longer than you wanted to admit, but eventually you did manage to get the suit on your body and could now focus on your hair and make-up, as well as the accessories. Knee-high boots on and not forgetting to put on the cat ears, you take one last look in the mirror.

“Hum, not bad” you say to yourself with a proud smile.

You did look hot in the costume, more than you thought you would. In your head the outfit would only enhance your bumps, cling in to the crevices of your rolls, but instead it smoothed them all out and created this nice line of your silhouette you were not expecting. Pleasantly surprised, you take that bit of confidence out with you to your friend’s house, where all the girls were to meet before going together to the party.

Not only was your boyfriend busy anyway to go out with you and your friends, Yoongi wasn’t much of a party person either. Knowing that, you didn’t even ask him to go, you just told him not to wait up for you since you didn’t know at what time you would be back. You were half-expecting him to end up staying all night in the studio, working until morning. Instead, when you return home at barely one o’clock in the morning, you notice his sneakers by the doorway as you enter the house and the light from the bedroom illuminated the hallway.

“Yoongi?” you call out as you take your coat off and hang your purse alongside it.

Forgetting to take your heels off, they clatter on the hardwood floor as you make your way to the bright room of the house.

“I’m here” he answers back, and you can tell he is yelling from the bedroom’s private bathroom. “Home so early?”

“Yeah, I got tired” you confess, sighing with relief as you throw yourself to the middle of the bed and close your eyes for a minute. “Couldn’t keep up with them. I’m sure they went out for another club or something, but I just wanted to come home.”

“It’s understandable, pumpkin. I don’t know why you keep going out with… them…”

You slowly open your eyes as Yoongi’s voice grows closer and suddenly fades away as he seemingly loses his train of thought. Standing in the doorway between the bedroom and the bathroom, was Yoongi, wearing an old red stripped long sleeved tee and some loose black pajama trousers, one towel around his neck that he was probably using to dry his wet hair. His light brown sugar skin was a lot more pinkish from the hot shower, his small lips plump red, short hair dripping droplets of water to his hands and the fluffy towel. He stood with lips slightly open, sharp eyes wider than usual.

“Are you done, baby?” you ask, sitting up on the bed with effort. “I should go and take a shower too, get out of this outfit and into my pajamas.”

You force yourself to jump up to your feet and walk towards the bathroom, intending on kissing Yoongi on the cheek as you walk by. But as you lean in, he rotates his body your way, one arm coming to stop you in your tracks as it curves around your waist and your lips land instead on his. He presses his warm lips softly on yours in a sweet smooch.

“Changing so quick? I’ve barely even appreciated the costume you’re wearing” he complains, keeping his hand at your hips so you can’t move away.

“Hum? Oh, yeah, I went as Cat Woman. What do you think?”

You give him a twirl so he sees the full effect of the outfit, kitty tail and all. He smiles and bites his bottom lip as he looks up and down, a coy stare once his eyes reach yours again.

“I quite like it. You look sexy in it. Is this real leather?”

His hands busy themselves at your sides, rubbing the material up and down, creating unintentionally – or maybe not – a fiery trail underneath your skin.

“No, it’s faux leather. The whole costume was only about fifty bucks, if I recall.” You can’t help but notice how his fingers are resistant to drop from the material in question, eyes glued to where his hands were. It makes you wonder. “Why? Are you a fan of leather by any chance?”

“I didn’t think I was. Maybe it’s just the way it looks on you.”

He says the last sentence peering at your eyes, the ebony irises in his getting slightly swallowed by the dark pupil. Your heart flips at that suggestion and you smile bashfully at the ground for a moment, puling your hair behind your ear.

“I can keep it on for a while longer, if you’d like” you propose, clasping your hand behind your back innocently.

“I would like that very much so” he agrees, leaning in as his hands circle around your sides to pull your back towards him, bodies flushed together as he joins his lips on yours again.

As his mouth distracts you with heart-warming caresses and butterfly-inducing nibbling, he slowly guides you backwards to the bed and it takes your back coming in contact with the mattress to even notice it. Hoovering above you, Yoongi kisses at your lips and jaw and neck a few more times before settling besides you on his side, one arm folded under his head and the other hand magnetized to the curve of your covered hip, brushing up and down the leather material with contentment.

“Tell me about your night out. Had fun before you grew tired?” he asks, curious eyes set on yours as you roll to your side too to face him.

“Yeah, it was fun. I haven’t seen my friends in a while, so it’s always a blast when we get all together like this. They just have a lot more energy than me for partying and stuff.”

The greedy hand moves up from your waist to your protruding stomach, drawing lines across the fabric until his hand rests just beneath the swell of your breasts. You wonder if he can feel your racing heart even with the clothing and your skin in between.

“Looking like this, I bet a lot of guys had their eyes on you” he whispers darkly, a tone sounding like something in between anger and regret. “I should have gone with you.”

“Babe, I didn’t even ask because I know you don’t like this stuff. I don’t really either, but I went because they’re my friends. And if anyone was looking, I certainly didn’t notice. I only have eyes for you, Yoongi.” You place a reassuring hand cradling his cute round face, thumb brushing his puffy cheek. Gosh, this man was just as adorable as he was sexy.

“I know, kitten. Still, don’t be afraid of asking me to do something just because you know I won’t like it. I do stuff all the time for the members that I don’t particularly care about, but I do it for them. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I don’t do the same for my girlfriend?” he explains.

The teasing hand had brushed just barely over your left breast and moved down your back until it landed on your clothed butt cheek, apparently focusing on cupping the lower flesh, those wonderful fingers just inches away from your sensitive center. You gulped and tried to fight back the surge of heat creeping in your cheeks.

“Okay, babe. But what was that you called me? ‘Kitten’? That’s new” you notice, smirking.

“Sounds fitted right now” he declared, eyes looking up at your cat ears and the hand at your rump grabs the leather tail and pulls on it, making you gasp at the sudden tug. “Why? Do you not like it?”

Yoongi moves from his laying position to come and hoover above your body with his upper weight supported by his arms. Lips pulled into a conceited smirk, hair still damp framing around his face, eyes looking lovingly into yours.

“I actually don’t really mind it at all” you confess, rolling to your back and pulling him in by his neck for a much-awaited kiss.

The insides of your lower belly tightened and waves of arousal coursed down your spine as his lips engaged fervently with yours in a sensual encounter. He was reverent and passionate, moving his head further to the right in order to kiss you deeper, teeth scrapping your lips in the process. You moan into his mouth and your fingers pull the fabric of his t-shirt up until you can feel his smooth skin of his back against the palm of your hands. You are still wearing your leather gloves, with only the fingertips bare, and Yoongi shudders at your touch. He moves up just enough for him to remove his shirt the rest of the way out, leaving him in his naked torso in a captivating view. Coming down to reattach his lips with the skin of your jaw and neck, your nails claw down his spine and leave red stripes behind, making him grunt against your ear.

“My kitten has some sharp claws” he murmurs. “Careful now, you don’t want to hurt your Master, do you?”

Oh, that brings a swooping feeling in your stomach and you can almost feel the pooling happening between your legs. Your dark eyes with barely any colour left that hadn’t been eaten away by the enlarged pupil search for his, veiled with absolute lust.

“Never, Master. I’ll be good” you promise. You witness Yoongi’s lips smirk further and a renews tinkle in his sharp eyes.

“Is that so?” he nibbles at the exposed skin on your neck and you meowl. “You’ll be my good, obedient kitten?”

“Yes” you breath out, shakily.

He stops all of his doings and pinches your sides just enough to get your attention.

“Yes, what?” he demands, in an overbearing tone.

“Y-Yes, Master” you rectify, much to his pleasure.

“Better. Now, shall we remove this entrapping clothing from my sweet kitten?”

You couldn’t have been more eager to do so. Your skin was sweating with anticipation, body overheating due to his kisses, womb drenched and dripping. As much as Yoongi seemed to appreciate the leather costume, you wanted nothing more than to get rid of it since it stood between you and his skin.

It took a while and thankfully Yoongi helped you without you even having to ask for it, dragging the big zipper down and slowly revealing your bare skin underneath, kissing it as it showed up. You were only half-undressed, trying to pull the fabric out of your thick legs, when he undid the hooks of your bra. You gasped, followed by a moan, when you felt his hands come from behind and squeeze at your tits, palming your erect nipples at first before purposely pulling and tweaking at them between his fingers. Your back arches and breath hitch on your throat.

“M-Master…!” you whine, clutching your legs together in search of some relief.

“Be a good kitten and take off the rest of the clothes. But leave the ears” he orders, hot breath against your ear that he proceeds to lick before stepping back and letting you do as he asks.

Boots gone and tight fabric forced off your skin, you stand now in front of him in nothing but black silky panties and your cat ears. Like he had done before, Yoongi takes his time to look you up and down as he licks his lips hungrily. The dark pajamas pants were tenting at his crotch and your fingers itched to reach for him. But he had other plans.

“Take your underwear off” he commands.

Biting your lip, you hook your thumbs on the sides of the panties and push them down your legs, noticing the large stain they already had at the center. You look back at Yoongi with a mixture f nervousness and pure excitement.

“On all fours in the middle of the bed. And I want your pussy soundly presented to me.”

You gulp in dry, goosebumps originating at the back of your neck and up your arms. Obeying, you face the headboard and stand in all fours, curving your back enough so that your ass is up in the air and you feel the coldness against your singing core. Your heart hammers against your ribcage strongly as you await his next move.

Two rough hands suddenly come in contact with your ass cheeks, making you gasp, and the thumbs spread you open for his pleasuring view.

“My kitten has such a pretty wet pussy” he praises, to which you can’t really respond other than hiding your face in the pillows and moaning.

“That’s it. Don’t fight back those beautiful sounds you make, do you hear me, kitten?” he encourages you.

Before you can even nod, not trusting your voice at the moment, you feel Yoongi’s lips and tongue sucking and slurping at your fleshy rear, leaving out trails of saliva on your warm skin that rapidly grow cold at the room’s air. His hands are grabbing you by the spot where your botty meets your upper thighs, kneading at the malleable skin while his mouth remains attached to your meaty bum.

Of course, that only turns your already drenched cunt basically dripping between your thighs, his actions building a bonfire inside your womb so wild that you worry it will burn your mind permanently. And then his expert tongue slips in between your puffy lower lips abruptly. You are sure the sounds that left your mouth were never made before and if your mind wasn’t gone before, it would be completely shattered now.

He is avid and determined, tongue trashing up and down your slit, circling your throbbing entrance, finding your clit and sucking on it between his lips. Your face is buried against the mattress and you feel like you can’t breathe, something building up and up and up deep inside you. In a merciful move, that warm slick tongue slides easily in your aching tunnel and swirls at your lavish inner walls in the most delectable way.

Your juices runs down his chin as he slurps your essence, his tongue never resting as it fucks you and when he takes his thumb to wiggle at your hard nub at the same time his tongue continues the maddening work, your break down crying into the sheets, hips writhing against his face, legs twitching before almost giving out, only continuing on your knees due to his hands holding your waist.

“Good kitten, let me hear you” he says as he takes one hand to clean his face, watching you go through your orgasm. “Ready for the real thing?”

You gasp and almost choke as your feel his rock-hard cock suddenly rubbing against your still very much tender center, his hands on your waist bringing your pelvis back a bit as he kneels behind you to find his position.

“M-Master, it’s too soon! I-I’m too sensitive, Master!” you squeal, clawing at the sheets beneath you and looking back at your boyfriend in a plea.

“I know, kitten. I’ll use it as an advantage. Are you thinking of starting to disobey me now?”

“N-No, of course not, Master” you abide, pressing your lips together and closing your eyes as he continues rubbing himself between your legs.

“Good. Now be a good kitten and let me use this pussy of yours.”

With that he shoves himself in, out of nowhere entering your carnal tunnel and stretching your sensitive inner walls just right. Again, you meowl loudly as you take him all in, feeling him hot and stiff inside, your walls pulsating around him at the frenzied beating of your heart.

The strokes start out lazy, in and out slowly, Yoongi’s slim hips receding back until only the head was still inside only to plunge back in deep. Your head feels like it’s about to explode and yet it’s like you are not close enough to actually do so, not when he kept the pace like so. It was a different kind of torture you were not used to, being already on the bridge of another release so soon after the last and staying there without the necessary stimulation to reach it.

“Master, please!...” you beg, your hips starting to wiggle on their own, hoping to quicken the rhythm.

“Please what, kitten?” he asks, his torso bending down so he can start kissing up your spine, to your shoulder blades and the back of your neck.

“Fa… Ahh!” you were about to respond when his hands found your hanging tits and tease the erect nubs with rough pinches and pulls. You whimper before fighting to gather your thoughts. “F-Faster, Master. Please!”

“Anything for such a well behaves kitten” he whispers in your ear hotly.

His hands come to rest at your shoulders, hankering himself as he continued bend down with his torso against your back, but his hips moving faster now. He is also breathing raggedly against the skin of the juncture between your neck and shoulder, his hair tingling your skin, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the bedroom completely. His staff drags against the walls of your womb at a magnificent speed and they graze at that spongy spot that makes you see stars behind your eyes, making you wetter than before.

“Fuck!” Yoongi curses when he slips out accidently, a frustrated whimper leaving your lips at the loss of him. But he just takes himself in hand and slams back in, continuing the pace as if nothing had ever happened.

Your face starts twisting and insides start throbbing as his cock continues his assault on your cunt, his thrusts now so short but powerful that not only is your inner g-spot being stimulated, his ball sack also starts hitting at your engorged little pearl repeatedly and a few more plunges after that is all it takes.

That delicious feeling at the bottom of your stomach erupts, the sparks of your second orgasm eradiating from your core, the languid relief of release making you lose your voice as you try to scream. All the muscles of your body start twitching at the spread of bliss, your womb fluttering around Yoongi’s cock like a vice.

Unable to control himself any longer, Yoongi’s thrusts grow sloppier and frenzied until his own abdomen contracted and his cock twitched, filling you with his hot white seed in stuttered strokes. He grunts almost painfully and he came, holding on to you for dear life and your were sure there would be imprints of his fingers around your shoulders the next day. You couldn’t really care less.

Both spent and sweaty, you fall into the bed, Yoongi on his side and you on your belly. Your cat ears were still on but barely hanging on your head. After catching his breath, he notices how they were pulling the hairs at the top of your head and, with immense care, slowly takes them out without pulling at one single strand.

“Good thing I dressed up for Halloween, don’t you think?” you ask drowsily with a lazy smile, your face barely visible from in between the pillows.

“Maybe you should dress up in leather more often. Not just for Halloween” he suggests, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Better than okay. I’m great” you assure, eyes falling closed.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet, pumpkin. We still need to shower” he warns, and you feel him getting up from bed.

“We?” you repeat, eyes still shut.

“Yeah, I think I’m in need of another rinse” he states just before you hear the water starting to run in the bathroom. “C’mon baby, let me help you up.”

Yoongi helps you up the bed as well as cleaning your skin, washing your hair and even putting on your clothes. He snuggles with you until you fall asleep, already thinking of what other leather products you could buy that he would appreciate in the future.

[hoseokaay]

꒱˖ O Halloween de Hobi ─ YoonSeok

capa para doação♡

Estão vendo essa lindeza ai em suas telinhas? Pois bem, essa tal lindeza me rendeu quatro lindas horas na frente do celular, se bem que demorou umas três semanas para que ela fosse finalizada, sempre que via ela em minha galeria batia uma preguiça e eu nunca terminava, mas ontem eu tomei vergonha e a finalizei, amém.

crédito aos designers do deviantart pelos recursos ultilizados.

em caso de inspiração dê os créditos

[thisbrokenmask]

Eerie-sistable

pairing: female reader x Yoongi (mentioned)

genre: crack humour? Jimin and Tae being little mischief makers

word count: 2067

rating: PG, talking about sexy costumes

warnings: none

summary: Jimin and Tae have made a bet with Namjoon that they can get Yoongi to stay longer at the Halloween party this year, and you’re a key part of their plan.

a/n: my first submission for @btsholidaybingo​ under the prompt ‘Sexy Costumes’ 

Jimin and Tae greet you at the door to the dorm, mischievous smiles painted on their faces as they gather you under their arms and quickly usher you away towards Jimin’s bedroom. 

“Hey!” You cry out, trying fruitlessly to break free from their grasp but Taehyung has you firmly by the shoulders. “Let me see my boyfriend!” 

“You’ll see him soon, we promise,” Jimin smirks, Bangtan’s terrible twosome giggling between themselves at whatever they’d planned for you. Having known the boys for just over two years now, you resign yourself to following them, knowing that Jimin and Tae would get you involved in whatever scheme they had going on sooner or later. You also knew that, even if it wasn’t exactly what you’d planned for this visit, it was highly unlikely they wouldn’t have something fun planned. 

Hobi looks up from his notebook as Jimin pushes the door open, the elder having been scribbling away while sitting on his bed. He looks set to berate his dongsaengs for being too noisy while he’s writing, but his cheeks immediately rise in a smile instead when he sees you being shepherded between them. 

“Hey, y/n!” he cheers as he marks his page with his pen and sets his notebook down on the bed, jumping up to envelop you in a hug with a heart-shaped grin. “How are you? Did these two rascals grab you before you could even see Yoongi-hyung?” 

“You know they did, oppa,” you sigh with a smile, dropping your bag by his bed and wrapping your arms around his waist to return the warmth of his greeting. You hear Tae whine quietly at being called a rascal as he follows Jimin, who ignores his roommate and goes straight towards his side of the closet. “How are you, Hobi-oppa?” Hobi guides you to sit on his bed as you catch up, both of you having been too busy to catch up much over the past week or so since your last visit to the dorm. 

“You wouldn’t happen to know what they’re up to, would you?” you stage-whisper conspiratorially, looking over your shoulder towards the closet, where Jimin and Tae are murmuring between themselves. 

“Absolutely no idea,” Hobi frowns, eyes wide as he shakes his head before purposefully raising his voice, “but they’d better be quick about it if they don’t want Yoongi-hyung to find out they’ve been hiding you from him!”

“Okay, okay! We’re coming, hyung!” Jimin appears with a few packets in his arms, Tae following behind him with another two or three in his hands. It’s not until Jimin is just about to throw them onto his own bed that you realise what they are. 

“No!” Hobi jumps beside you while Jimin only laughs, his eyes hiding behind his cheeks, and Tae chuckles beside him. You stand from Hobi’s bed and level your hardest stare towards Jimin, who only laughs harder, delighted by your reaction. “I told you no, Park Jimin, what is all this?”

“Oh, come on! It’s Halloween, y/n! You have to dress up!” Jimin cries, throwing his arms up in the air as his eyes turn from crescent moons to full ones, wide and begging for your participation. Tae lazily drops his packages to join Jimin’s, grinning as he sits down on the bed and watches you and his best friend challenge each other. 

“Jin-oppa said I was exempt this year!” You fold your arms over your chest but Jimin just rolls his eyes, Hobi and Tae sharing amused glances.  

“But what about Yoongi-hyung?” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows as a smirk pulls at his lips. It catches you off guard, but you collect yourself before you falter. 

“What about him? He won’t make me dress up if I don’t want to.”

Hobi nods almost solemnly where he still sits on his bed, knowing his hyung was hopelessly in love with you and would always put your comfort first. You feel somewhat emboldened by the silent support and raise your chin slightly to hold your ground. 

That feeling starts to ebb, however, when you see the grins spreading on your agemates’ faces. 

“He might not make you wear a costume,” Tae starts, his deep voice lifting with a playful lilt, “but I’m sure he’d definitely appreciate it if you were to wear one.” He nudges the pile on the bed and you finally turn your attention to inspecting them properly. 

Your eyes widen as you fully realise what lies before you: all of them are indeed Halloween costumes, and all of them have ‘sexy’ in the title.

You spot a very minimal Wonder Woman costume underneath a stereotypical black cat outfit - if a belted bodycon dress and a pair of cat ears could be considered enough to constitute an outfit. You barely even take in the plaid pattern on the “skirt” of the schoolgirl outfit before you’re rolling your eyes away from it. 

You can definitely see their point. Your boyfriend of just under a year would definitely appreciate any of these so-called outfits: not for any of the characters or ideas in particular, you were sure, but Jimin and Tae seemed to have gathered together a selection of costumes that paid attention to particular parts of your body; ones that happened to be some of Yoongi’s particular favourites. They all sat no lower than mid-thigh on the models (as was standard for any woman’s costume, it seemed) and were apparently intent on accentuating the waistline, a part of your body that you were self-conscious about but your boyfriend was obsessed with, often running his hands down your sides before holding onto the curve of your hips. 

You weren’t sure if you were scared or impressed that your fellow ‘95s knew so much about what Yoongi liked, especially when it came to what he liked on you. 

Hobi’s beside you before you realise, but his spluttered cough snaps you out of your daydream and sends a flaming blush burning into your cheeks. Part of you wants to walk out, find Yoongi, cuddle up with him under a blanket or two and forget about this ridiculous conversation. 

But another part of you is determined to keep your cool in front of Jimin, especially considering you’re a few months older than him. You may be agemates, and you may have been quietly delighted to be welcomed into his and Tae’s coveted friendship, but you were still determined to hold those few months over him whenever you could. You considered the costumes on the bed and the mischievous glints in the eyes of the two boys stood in front of you, a growing suspicion bubbling over into genuine curiosity.

“What do you two get out of me wearing one of these?” you asked, casually walking over and picking up the questionable feline getup, pretending the two simple items require intense inspection. Hobi makes a strangled noise of exclamation beside you, becoming witness to a conversation that, for him, only seems to get worse by the second. You look up to see Jimin’s cheeks dusted with a tinge of flustered pink, clearly not expecting your apparent interest in actually going through with wearing one of the outfits he had ordered as a joke after a conversation with Tae and Namjoon about the upcoming holiday. For a brief moment you think you see a hint of a darker glint to his eyes, but Tae speaks instead, stealing your attention. The youngest person in the room also seems to be the only one expecting you to question their motives, and also seems to be the only one who remembers how much you loathe the weird oversexualisation of pretty much anything and everything when it comes to Halloween costumes. 

“Yoongi-hyung never stays long,” he explains with a shrug, “and we have a bet with Namjoonie-hyung that we can make him stay longer this year. You’re our secret weapon.”

It’s your turn to raise a brow with a smirk. “And you think putting me in a barely-there costume is going to make him not only want to stay at the party rather than take me home, but also let all of you see me in something like this for longer than the five seconds it takes for me to walk through the door?” You throw the costume back on the bed with a laugh as the two boys’ faces drop. Hobi snickers behind you, gathering up his notebook, his phone and his headphones, presumably to go and work somewhere else and get out of this conversation. 

The younger boys look at each other, seemingly only just realising the evident flaw in their plan: if anything, putting you in a sexy costume will make Yoongi leave even sooner than he normally did. You can’t help but laugh as you try to imagine how Yoongi would have reacted to seeing you in one of these types of costumes: lingerie was one thing, and one thing he very much appreciated when you wore it, but that was for his eyes (and hands) only. Turning up in something like this would have made his possessive streak towards you even stronger, and who knows what would have happened when he’d found out Tae and Jimin were behind it. 

“If you wanted my help in making him stay to win a bet,” you say with a grin, “all you had to do was ask.” Tae’s low chuckle makes you grin, and you can just imagine that he knew this would happen. Jimin, however, is simply glad that you’re still on their side despite you dating their hyung, and cheers as he gathers up the costumes and throws them up over his head, letting them fall back on his bed like heavy, over-sized pieces of confetti. “Oppa, no word to Joonie-oppa, okay?” You spin on your heel just as Hobi starts to head towards the door you came through not five minutes ago. You see his eyes dart over to his younger bandmates, knowing that normally he’d tell his own agemate of their sneaky little plans, but when it’s you involved, he finds it hard to turn you down. 

“Fine,” he sighs with a roll of his eyes, but grins when you rush over to wrap him up in a hug with a few cries of ‘thank you’ almost squeaking on their way out past your lips as you do so. “Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome,” he unwraps your arms from his waist and takes a few backwards steps towards the door. “Please get rid of those before I come back,” he gestures towards the packets on Jimin’s bed while sending a pointed look to his dongsaengs, who both nod their acceptance of his request. “And you,” he points to you and you shrink slightly under his gaze, “please don’t wear one of those costumes to the party,” his gaze softens and he smiles down at you as he opens the door. “You don’t need them.” 

You’re left staring at the door when it closes, mind whirring at Hobi’s comment before Jimin’s voice snaps you out of it. You turn back to face the boys both still sat on Jimin’s bed, the costumes thankfully now pushed to the floor to be thrown away later, and shake your head goodnaturedly. “I can’t believe you guys thought that would work,” you tease, walking over to pick up your bag and gesturing vaguely towards the discarded outfits.

“Well, what do you suggest then, y/n?” Jimin asks through a pout as he looks up at you from where he lies across his bed, playing insulted at your disregard for his idea. 

“Hmm,” you muse, tapping your finger against your chin, “I’m not sure.” Both boys go to protest at your lack of a better suggestion, but you cut them off with a shrug. “Looks like I’d better go and do some reconnaissance work, huh?” you smirk as you send a playful wave before practically skipping to the door. 

You leave it open in your wake as you venture off in search of Yoongi, your cheeks warming now for an entirely different reason. Yoongi might not necessarily like sexy costumes, but seeing some of the outfits had definitely reminded you about what he did like and, as you made your way towards his room, you idly wondered if he still had some of your favourites tucked away in his drawer.  

[hjh-ceilo-monster]

BTS Paranormal investigator AU

Summary : You were an ex-paranormal investigator. After got caught by police officers, your teammate blamed you for the fail case and kicked you out of the team. You were now working in the cemetery as an undertaker and one day, you got invitation from someone. When you arrived the place, it was a quaterbase for a newbie paranormal investigator team. 6 guys begged you to join their team to help them find their friend. One thing you found odd was they weren’t human?! 

How can paranormal investigators be ‘supernaturals’ themselves?

Happy extremely belate Halloween

Bullet fanfic prompt

Kim Namjoon : Windigo

HE IS HUGE ! ! !

Well, his first impression made you feel a little overwhelming. However, getting to know him change everything. This guy was actually a soft giant who worried about his belove friend that gone missing.

A windigo eat human flesh dialy except Namjoon. He told you that human flesh these day wasn’t as delicious as the old days. He stopped eating them for hundreds of years.

The first one to calm everyone down before you would be too overwhelming and faint. He then told you every detail about his friend and how he was gone from their place for more than a year.

This guy was rich af. The area that you cleaned eveyday and the mansion at the back of the graveyar were all his. Sadly, he got a curse after messing someone up and this great grand mansion of his with the area became a curse place and a graveyard. No one wanted to step in here since then. (You will get to know soon)

Kim Seokjin : Warlock

“He is my lovely god son. I love him so much...”

Dramtic from the first time he met you. You understood how he felt, but sometimes he pushed it too far from a normal scale. He would sniff and continue to tell you the story (as well as his feeling like the top line).

Getting to know him made you surprise with the fact that he cursed Namjoon. You couldn’t imagine how someone like him can be so furious that use his power to the extend and curse someone. “That time the boy was so cocky. He asked for it.”

Because he felt bad, he decided to help Namjoon afterward by feeding the poor boy. Then his life met with other 5 and became friends. However, one night, his beloved friend was vanished.

“I beg you! Find him!” He repeated it until he fell asleep. You wanted to leave the place so bad, but after seeing his condition in the first day, you decided to stay. The next day and so on you began to hunt down for his friend. He then decided to teach you his magic in return of your help.

Min Yoongi : Grim Reaper

The one who got every detail about your life after a little ‘research’. He was a grim reaper so visiting graveyard was his job. However, he came across you worked one day and heard your story. He then decided to approach you by ordering some ghosts around there to talk to you.

After got enough information, he told the boys. They were all happy to finally had some hope. They told him to invite you to Namjoon’s mansion and he did so.

You didn’t know whether it was his nature habit of being cold cause by his worklife of being the grim reaper or his own personality. He wasn’t that bad, but sometimes he could be too cold.

He truely cared for his friends since they were his belove ones. One day, he told you the story of how he met them and he sat there with tears ran down his face. Telling you to keep this as a secret and begging you to fine their missing friend.

You never told anyone about that. Afterward you started working with him and felt much more comfortable to be around him. Working with him also rise the chance for you to find ther friend since you could ask from the deads.

Jung Hoseok : Shapshifter 

He made you feel puzzled for a minute. His existence for your first impression was a golden retriever dog. You patted his head and hugged him. All of sudden, the dog turned into a male in your lap. “Hi!”

He was a shapshifter and the guard around the graveyard. Out of 6, he was the only one that actually presentable toward human eyes. You then understood why there was this dog that always stayed with you in the graveyard.

He seemed to not sad at all or so you thought. When eveyone begged you for your help, at first you disagreed. However, he was another reason for you to not leave them.

He excused himself out of the room. You were curious and followed him. That when you saw the beautiful smiley face turned into a sorrowful one with tears kept running down. He told you how he would hang around you in order to get to know you and told the boy to trust you to find their friend.

You weren’t a cold heart person to begin with, but you were scared. He then swore in front of you to protect you at all cost. After that you agreed completely and that beautiful smile returned so did the others.

Park Jimin : Djinn

Red suit guy, who approach you with seduce face, asked whether you were his client. You were shocked. “Uhhh were this.... uhhh invitation yours?”

Whe he saw the black envelope in your hand, he immediately apologized you for his behaviour and put down his attitude. He then greeted you and lead you to the others.

“Jimin did you just startle our guest?” Namjoon scolded him for a minute before letting the poor boy apologized you agian. He told you his background as a Djinn and other stuff until it’s too much. Jin interrupted his speech. “TMI”

He looked miserable after all of them told you the story. You then got to know later on that he was the closest out of 6 of them because he found the guy and decided to take him here. He took care the guy as if he was his brother. 

“Even though I’m Djinn who could grant any wish and desire, one wish that I couldn’t grant myself is to take care of him better. Now he is gone to who know where....” He sighed and cried silently.

Kim Taehyung : Hell Knight

“You were the one who trade him to underworld, didn’t you? Was your duty so important that you did this to him?” You remembered the first few days after you stepped inside the mansion. They were having a conversation.

Taehyung was in the middle of everyone while the others blamed him for Jungkook disappear. You, however, noticed how his eyes turned sad and filled with tears.

You then presented yourself in the middle of the conversation and everyone stopped. They both felt delight at your presence yet disbelieve with your thought. Anyway, things ended well. You made Taehyung gained the other trust back.

He thanks you everyday afterward. Then you got to know he was a hell knight. You weren’t familiar with his position in hell so he explained in details. Also, he told you the story about Jungkook and how that boy might disappear.

With Yoongi, they work together and visit underworld every time Yoongi have to return for his mission. Finding an excuse that Yoongi needed a helper and new companion. Then Taehyung would wander around places he suspected Jungkook will be there.

*a/n : anyone miss that young bunny form of this boy?*

Jeon Jungkook : Poltergeist 

You didn’t get to know the boy in person(?). You ony knew him through story and investigation you work everyday with the others. You really wanted to see his face and all, but there was no photo of him.

Not until Jimin gave you one and only photo he had from the boy when he arrived here. Telling you what and why Jungkook disappear. He knew that the boy was a new soul that just dead yet the underworld needed him to be the next heir for the throne. However, one day, the real appeared.

They were trying to hunt him down-thought Jungkook was a threat with the power he had. How could he be that when he was a year old soul? The new underworld lord also agreed since he hungered power. But, he didn’t know that Yoongi and Taehyung knew Jungkook.

You listened to the story and looked at the photo. Undersatood the reasons why Jimin brought him here. All of sudden, you remembered saw this boy somewhere. You tried your best thinking back to the day you were investigate the case with your old team.

Finally, you realized a huge clue to find this boy.

[xiubaek-13]

Halloween Drabbles - Monochromatic

Prompt: “Hold on a minute… You can see me? But… nobody can see me.”

Pairing: Suga x Reader

Word Count: 836

Warnings: Supernatural au, nothing graphic but if you don’t like Halloween/spirits etc you’ve been warned

The party was lame and you were searching for a reason to ditch Jimin and go home early. Get dressed up he said, it’ll be fun he said. You liked costume parties but you hated how unoriginal most people were with their costumes. So far you’d counted 12 Harley Quinn’s and 8 Jokers. If it was your party you’d let one of each costume in… if a duplicate showed up you’d make them get changed. The girl Jimin had come to meet didn’t like you. Well at least you thought she didn’t since her response to you asking what she was dressed as was “I’m a mouse, duh.” In your defence wearing black panties and a black corset and two small animal ears didn’t really help you work it out.

You’d left the two of them on the dance floor and gone to get yourself a drink before going to sit outside. You headed around the side of the house and found a small balcony where you could sit in peace. Girl with drink sitting by herself at party was a beacon for creeps so you were doing your best to avoid the crowd. You just weren’t in the mood for anyone giving you shit tonight. You’d had a rough couple of weeks and the argument you’d had with your brother earlier had only made you feel worse. You’d only agreed to come to the party so that you could get out of the house.

Jimin was your best friend and he’d done his part to try and cheer you up but he knew when you were in a mood it was best to leave you alone. He’d offered to just drop you at his place and let you crash there while he went out but you turned him down, telling him you’d be a bad friend if you didn’t go and give this new girl he liked a once over. 

You sat in the shadows at the back of the balcony so that if anyone stumbled past they wouldn’t see you. You were quietly sipping on your drink when a guy rounded the corner and sat at the edge of the balcony. He hadn’t spotted you so you just sat in silence and assessed him.

He was very pale or had really good makeup for the party. His grey hair was a stylish mess atop his head. His clothes looked faded and old, the monochrome look worked for him. He’s actually made a pretty cool costume. You thought to yourself. He didn’t have a drink and he wasn’t attached to his phone so you wondered what he was doing just sitting here in the dark. He seemed peaceful and you didn’t want to ruin the image you’d concocted in your head if he turned out to be a jerk.

After a few moments of silence he started to speak to himself. His voice was soothing and you found yourself hanging on every word.

“Ah what is the point? Why do people come here every year to throw a party and half of them dress the same? Why bother. Why be one of the crowd when you can be so much more? Maybe they just don’t care enough. Maybe they just don’t have a creative bone in their bodies. They just go about their days following the crowd. Why live like that? Why not take a chance and put yourself out there? It might go horribly wrong but at least you tried.”

His words hung in the air. He didn’t voice any responses to his questions but his words struck a cord with you. You found yourself answering before you could stop yourself.

“Because then costume companies would actually need more than 4 costumes to sell every year. They’d have a heart attack if they needed something other than Deadpool, Harley Quinn, Joker and Wonder Woman.”

He jolted as you spoke, breaking the silence that had stretched out. He slowly turned around and looked at you with a slightly surprised look on his face. He tilted his head and stared at you, his eyes boring into your soul. He got up and warily walked over to where you were sitting.  “You can hear me?”

You scoffed at the absurd comment. “Uh yeah, your voice is working perfectly buddy.”

He froze when he noticed that you were looking at him. “Hold on a minute… You can see me? But… nobody can see me.”

Before you could answer Jimin appeared on the grass. “Yah! What are you doing sitting in the dark by yourself? Come back inside and drink with me.”

“Jimin I’m not by myself.”

“Very funny. What are you just out here talking to your imaginary friend then? Hurry up and come inside.”

You glanced back up at the pale man and your eyes widened. You couldn’t move.

Jimin gave up on waiting and came to grab your arm. He noticed your face and took pause. “Hey, why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

[yoongispaws]

BTS Reaction: You wearing a revealing Halloween costume to a party & another member checks you out

Summary: You and your boyfriend attend a Halloween party together, but another member keeps checking you out/trying to make the moves on you.

Genre: Angst

♛ MASTERLIST

Thank you so much to my friend, Hayley, for giving me the idea to write this! I had a lot of fun and want to do more reactions like this in the future. 

- Hannah ♡

Jin:

Jin wouldn’t know how to react when he noticed Taehyung being a little overly familiar with you. When you two barely arrived at the Halloween party Taehyung was the first to greet you, but he thought nothing of it; that was just Taehyung’s personality. However, the fact that you and Taehyung were now sharing shots (as he obviously kept making sudden glances at your cleavage) made Jin feel extremely unsettled. He would be rocking side to side until he finally decided to walk up to the two of you. He didn’t know what to say or do...he just knew that he wanted to divert Taehyung’s attention elsewhere. As he started cracking his infamous dad jokes you felt a hand reach for yours underneath the counter. You were startled at first, but soon noticed that it was Jin. You could literally feel the fierceness in his grasp. Uh, oh. It was obvious that Jin felt upset about you being with Taehyung like this. You would have to make it up to him later on that night.

Yoongi:

Yoongi would be ticked off when he saw Namjoon eyeing you as he pretended to be serving himself some punch. He always knew you were attractive, but to have someone check you out (and, nonetheless, one of the band members) really struck a cord within him. He would be extremely jealous and would let that be known to Namjoon. He would give him a stone cold glare as he rubbed his hand up your thighs. You were his and belonged to no one else; nobody was going to take you away from him. Namjoon quickly got the hint, gave the two of you a nervous smile, and wandered off into the party. You looked up at Yoongi wondering what had just happened. “Yoongi? What just-” you trailed off as he reached in to kiss your lips. This man isn’t one to usually show affection all that often, but he wanted to somehow claim what was his.

Hoseok:

This poor boy wouldn’t even notice that Jimin had been following you around the entire night. In fact, it didn’t hit him until he looked over and saw you laughing with Jimin. His heart would drop; he would feel betrayed. He knew it wasn’t your fault, but just the fact that you were smiling with someone else (besides him) made him feel hurt inside. He would continue to look over at you two until you turned around to wave at him. His heart softened. Maybe he was just making a big deal over nothing? Before Hoseok could wave back he caught Jimin eyeing you up and down whilst biting his lips gently. Hoseok jumped up from the couch screaming, “Yah! Come sit over here next to me, Jagiya. I miss you.” You were confused but happily complied. Jimin, however, knew the reason to Hoseok’s sudden outburst and stared down at his lap in embarrassment. 

Namjoon:

You and Namjoon had been together the entire night, so nobody really got a chance to see your costume in all its glory. That is, until you offered to refill both you and Joon’s drinks. As you were making your way to the kitchen you accidentally bumped into Jungkook and he ended up spilling his coke all over you. “Oh my god! I’m SO sorry, Y/N!” Jungkook almost screamed as he started wiping your chest with some napkins. You immediately replied saying that it was ok, but blushed as you soon realized where Jungkook’s hands were. Your costume definitely wasn’t doing this situation justice. Before Jungkook could respond, Namjoon appeared around the corner resting his arm against the wall. “And...what exactly is going on over here?” he questioned. Jungkook quickly apologized and bolted out of the kitchen. Namjoon raised his eyebrow at you as he gave you the look. He was going to have to teach you a lesson later.

Jimin:

When your favorite song came on you couldn’t help yourself from getting up and dancing. You motioned for Jimin to come and join you, but he just shyly waved you off. You made him extremely nervous...the poor boy. However, as soon as he saw Jin join in on your drunk dancing (quite literally), he instantly regretted his decision. What could he do? He was the one who refused. And, what more, it was his hyung who was dancing with you. All these emotions were stirring inside of Jimin as he let out a quiet sigh. He knew that Jin had his eye on you the entire night and he had finally found an opening. With every song that came on and ended, Jimin was trying to work up the courage to bring you back to him. He felt completely idiotic and prayed that you wouldn’t fall for Mr. Worldwide Handsome. He loved and cared for you way too much. 

Taehyung:

Among the loudness of the party you and Tae had made yourselves quite comfortable in the corner of the living room. You two were chatting it up when out of nowhere Yoongi decided to make an entrance and sit next to the both of you. Tae gave him a stern glare (he was trying to hint at him to leave), but Yoongi quickly brushed it off. In fact, he had other plans. You were just as equally confused as Tae was. “Um-” you started to say when Yoongi kept inching his body closer to yours. You were in complete shock. Yoongi reeked of alcohol and it was obvious that he wasn’t in the right state of mind. Tae’s eyes got bigger as he saw how close Yoongi was to you. Before Tae could reach out to grab you, Yoongi had collapsed right in your lap. You jumped up and locked eyes with your boyfriend. “Is there something going on between the two of you? Is that why you insisted on wearing that revealing costume here?” Tae almost snarled. Before you could say a word Tae scoffed as he looked down at the ground. This was not good.

Jungkook: 

It was a little bit past 10pm, so Jungkook was starting to feel a little bit sleepy. (He had stayed up the previous night playing video games.) You noticed this and urged for him to lay his head down on your shoulder. Shortly after he dozed off, Hoseok approached you with a wine cooler in his hand. “Here ya go, Y/N! I figured you might want something to drink?” You smiled and nodded your head. Hoseok happily handed you the drink and took a seat next to you. After a few seconds of awkward silence Hoseok glanced over at Jungkook. “Aish...did he stay up late playing video games again?” Hoseok retorted. "He’s definitely missing out.” His attention was now on you; his eyes wandering over your exposed skin. Jungkook’s head immediately snapped up as he heard this. “Did you wanna say that a little louder, hyung?”

[male-reader-haven]

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Key:

🌸=Wholesome/Fluff

 🥀=Angst/Dark

🌶=Smut/NSFW

❤️‍🔥=Suggestive/Slight NSFW

⚧=Gender neutral reader

🏳️‍🌈=Male reader

🏳️‍⚧️=Transmasc reader (specifically ftm. All my male reader fics already include trans men)

💭=Imagine/Scenario

Series

"That Horrible, Wonderful Feeling" (Namjoon x Male Y/N)

Chapter 1: Ideal Woman 🥀🏳️‍🌈❤️‍🔥

Chapter 2: New is Scary 🌸🏳️‍🌈❤️‍🔥

"Heat, Rubber and Hope" (J-hope x Male Y/N)

Chapter 1: Winners and Losers ❤️‍🔥🏳️‍🌈

BTS Oneshots

OT7:

Sick in Bed (Hyung Line) 🌸💭⚧

Sick in Bed (Maknae Line) 🌸💭⚧

Clothing has No Gender 🌸💭🏳️‍⚧️

RM:

Halloween Treat 🌶🏳️‍🌈

Stuck In🌶🏳️‍🌈🌸

Jin:

Proper Punishment 🌶🏳️‍🌈

Curtain Call🌸⚧

Christmas Came Early🌶🏳️‍🌈

Suga:

Just a Taste?🌶🏳️‍🌈

J-hope:

The Feeling's Mutual🌶🏳️‍🌈

Jimin:

No Filter🌶🏳️‍🌈 🥀

Voice Messages🌶🏳️‍🌈

V:

New Year's Kiss🌶🏳️‍🌈

Jungkook:

A Hefty Resolution🌶⚧

Stray Kids Oneshots

OT8:

Y/N Coming Out (Hyung Line) 🌸❤️‍🔥🏳️‍🌈💭

Y/N Coming Out (Maknae Line) 🌸❤️‍🔥🏳️‍🌈💭

Y/N Coming Out as Trans🌸💭🏳️‍⚧️

Bang Chan:

Bulking Up, Eh?🌸❤️‍🔥🏳️‍🌈

Lee Know:

Changbin:

Cuddles and Muscles🌸🏳️‍🌈

Hyunjin:

Han:

Felix:

Seungmin:

I.N: