#cars bts archive

[leothil]

fic recs: archive edition 15

Hello again and happy 911 bts posting season! To cope with the longing for S7 and maybe find some more inspiration for spec and spiraling sessions, why not take a look at some fall 2021 fics. We've got AUs, codas, and a whole lot of Eddie and Buck talking in the kitchen.

Find all the previous archive recommendations here!

a touch of someone else (to save me from myself) by allyasavedtheday (@littlespoonevan) Canon divergence where Eddie joins the 118 in S1 instead of S2, which means Eddie meets Buck 1.0. Very sweet and funny! 19.4k words, rated T

at the kitchen table by iphigenias (@oatflatwhite) Coda to 5x03. Eddie is single, Buck isn't, and they address the elephant in the room. The truest tag of them all: "the inherent homoeroticism of Eddie and Buck in a kitchen" 1.6k words, rated T

Bases Loaded by @lamardeuse It starts with them getting together, and Eddie asks to go slow. Every scene is a slow escalation one step further, and I'll be honest this is probably up there in fics I've reread the most in this fandom. Also look at this artwork by @luluxa, I'm obsessed with it! 2.1k words, rated E

tell the whole wide world and this room by @hattalove Established relationship fluff where Eddie proves he actually listens to and remembers all the random fun facts Buck tells him. I'm-melting-over-it sweet, and yes, they're, naturally, in the kitchen. 5.2k words, rated T

everything i feel for you (it hits me) by lecornergirl (@clusterbuck) Buck kisses Eddie, freaks out, and runs to Maddie and Chimney. Quoting the author: "for frida, as an apology for dragging her into this clown car of a fandom." Seeing as I'm still here two and a half years later with no end in sight, I think the apology isn't needed anymore. 1.6k words, rated G

Enjoy, everyone!

[babyarmybabbles]

Run ARMY! (Meet Part) a1 d4 +155 Words

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Reader won the opportunity to film a spin off of Run BTS! celebrating the boys return from enlistment, called Run ARMY!, over the course of seven days.

Word Count: 1,250

Notes: Our first official addition! I wanted to do additions in intervals of 1,000, but I'm on the fence of just completely rewriting this entire fic. I'm really unhappy with it and it's fighting me at every turn. I think I focused too much on the little things between point A and B and establishing Reader's voice and character. Might keep like the first bit of the Arrival part and a couple bits here and there. I'll sit on it. Marked the addition with []

Took Inspirations from Run ARMY! series on Tik Tok by _yamanika_ and Guess The Bias! by HelloMyAlien7 on Ao3

Warnings: Reader is p anxious lol. Sort of panic attack? Anxiety attack? idk man. Just anxious Reader.

Masterlist Link <3 | Prev Part Link c: | Next Part Link :D

By the time the SUV is pulling into the underground parking garage to meet the band in you’re sweating buckets. Not literally, thank the stars, but you feel near to it. Hannuel smiles kindly at you from the driver’s seat, obviously able to see your nerves. You’re pretty sure a satellite could see your nerves right now.

“You’ll be fine.” She soothes as the car descends. “The boys are super nice, and they’re excited to meet you. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” You suck in a deep breath in response and let it out. It doesn’t help much.

“I’m more nervous about ARMY not liking me than BTS not liking me.” You admit with a nervous laugh, consciously switching to twisting your rings around so you don't pick at your nails in your anxiety. Having bloody fingers while meeting your favorite group would not be a good look. “Also they intimidate me.” You add quietly.

You hear Hannuel stifle a snicker and your head shoots up to glare at her in affront. She’s supposed to support you, not laugh at you! She must see your mulish stare in the rear-view, because she quickly defends herself.

“Sorry, sorry! I’m not laughing at you, I promise. It’s just that they’re so silly sometimes, it’s hard to find them intimidating after having known them.” You easily concede the point to her. You'd seen enough behind the scenes content to get that impression. It’s a bit soothing to hear from an actual staff member though. “They’re the sweetest, really,” Hannuel continues, “You’ve genuinely got nothing to worry about. They’ll take care of you.”

You groan and let your head thump against the seat. “That’s part of the problem!” You complain, “It’s my first time on this side of a camera, it’s my first time meeting BTS, it’s my first time being in Korea, It’s just a lot! What if ARMY sees me fumbling and the boys helping me and decide they hate me? I can’t be hated by ARMY! I’d die!” You dramatically slump sideways, coincidentally timed with a turn that scootches you that much farther over.

Score one for dramatics.

Hannuel laughs gently at you, and you continue somewhat more seriously from your slumped position. “I mean, ARMY is basically my home. I don’t know what I’d do if they hated me.” You murmur into the leather cushion.

Hannuel hums musingly at you and the two of you lapse into silence for a moment.

“Well,” She starts, “First of all, you probably already know that you can never please everyone.” You nod miserably, aware that she could no longer see you. Both your therapist and your friends had told you as much many times. She continues, “But ARMY loves to see the boys interact with other ARMY. It’s another way they get to know them and feel connected. If you ask me, you’ll have more people projecting onto you than judging you. Not that they won’t judge, but” She shrugs, “People always do.”

You slowly sit up and shoot an admiring look at the woman. “Woah,” you mumble, “How are you so wise?”

Hannuel barks out a surprised laugh. “Life experience, mostly.” She replies amusedly.

You settle back into your seat and finally notice that Hannuel had stopped the car before what you assume to be the final turn before the boys would be in view. You feel a rush of gratefulness for her.

You hadn’t known her very long, but Hannuel had already been an incredible help and a very soothing presence to you. You should buy her something nice before you leave if you get the chance. See if you can send a gift basket through Hybe for her if you don't.

She starts the car rolling forward again as you reappear in the rear-view mirror, fully over your momentary theatrics. You take another deep breath and let it out again. It helps more this time.

“It’s not like my socials are public or anything either," You soothe yourself aloud, "And my friends already know me, they’re just excited. Everyone else is secondary.”

“Exactly” Hannuel affirms. You startle just a bit and then try to pretend you hadn’t forgotten she could hear you. Luckily, she’s too busy driving the car to notice. “Like I said, you’ll be just fine.”

Unfortunately for Hannuel’s encouraging words, you’d finally rolled close enough for you to spot seven men standing near 3 other SUVs just ahead and you were suddenly incapable of hearing anything anymore.

Static fills your brain as you study them. You register the casual clothes, watch them nudge each other excitedly as they notice your vehicle, even note the camera crew nearby, but not a single thought makes it past the haze of panic. Distantly, you wonder if this is what an adrenaline rush feels like. You suddenly can’t remember.

Your heartbeat thuds in your ears as the car comes to a gentle stop.

You absently bring one hand up to the pulse point under your jaw to measure your pulse and raise the other to your chest to make sure you’re still breathing. Hannuel is repeating instructions for your benefit in the front seat, but you simply cannot engage your brain enough to listen. All too soon she's exiting the car. You manage to tear your hands away from their comforting positions as she comes around and opens your door for you.

Hannuel helps you down as you duck out of the car and gives you a brief sympathetic smile as she takes your trembling hand.

Excited exclamations meet your arrival and you hastily paste confidence over your every mannerism as you lift both hands to wave back with equal excitement. Hannuel is the only one close enough to be able to see your hands continuing to shake, or note the fact that you stop breathing as you approach BTS.

You hope your smile isn't too tight and that you look appropriately excited. Hopefully whatever the cameras are seeing right now can be explained by excitement and reasonable nerves. You'll take your near panic-attack to the nearest private space, thanks.

["Hello! Oh my goodness, hi!" You release your held breath and end up attempting a sort of half-bow-half-handshake combo with RM that looks and feels incredibly awkward.

You’re mentally screaming apologies to him and despairing your lack of social graces as you move to greet the next member, one Kim Seokjin. You're not sure you can recover from this. You may just have to perish right here right now.

Blessedly, the man takes the lead for the interaction, opening his arms for a hug. You hesitate for a moment, double checking that he was giving you permission to hug him, before gratefully diving into the embrace.

The hug is a standard, friendly thing. Just a bit of a lean in and affectionate tap-tap-taps to eachothers upper back. It relaxes you immensely.

It helps that he more passes you to the next member down the line than let's you completely reset for a new interaction. No chance of awkwardness in pre-established patterns.

In this manner, you gain a hug from most of the other members as well. Yoongi is the only one who declines, offering a handshake that goes much more smoothly than your initial one with RM.

Once you're done with greetings, the PD introduces you, prompting you to wave and bow at them. You're sure it looks awkward because you feel awkward, but at least it gets done. ]

[xoxiu]

twinkle - ot7 x reader

chapter 03 table of contents masterlist

summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

a/n: i wrote this fic in 2018 on ao3 and wattpad, but im putting it here for archival reasons ♡

It was almost 3 in the afternoon when Ophelia managed to settle the fussy baby down for a nap. Usually Rose napped around 10 in the morning, but she had fussed and cried for hours. She'd cry if Ophelia laid her down, and she'd cry if Ophelia tried to rock her to sleep. The baby must have worn herself out, as she was now fast asleep in her pack and play. 

Ophelia had only cried twice out of frustration in that past five hours. She laid herself down on the couch, basking in the silence of a sleeping baby. Knowing that her brother would be home within the next two hours, she closed her eyes and immediately fell asleep herself. 

Ophelia hadn't heard the back door open, followed by the four pairs of footsteps walking into the house. She didn't even stir when the intruders entered the living room where she and the baby slept. The soft murmurs from the men caused Rose to rise from her nap, giggling and cooing in response. 

The loud sounds of the baby caused Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon to stop in their tracks, fearing that the noises would wake Ophelia up. After what seemed like hours, the baby had settled itself, and the four men had all released the breaths they didn't know they were holding. 

"She looks so peaceful sleeping," Jimin said, brushing the hair out of Ophelia's face. Ophelia was still in a deep sleep, her lips pouted and chest rising with each breath she took. Taehyung cleared his throat, causing three pairs of eyes to look at him.

"Should we...?" Taehyung started to ask, gently shaking the bottle of chloroform in his hand. Namjoon shook his head, looking down at Ophelia who was still sleeping peacefully.

"I don't think we'll need it, Tae," Namjoon said, and carefully picked up the sleeping girl into his arms. Namjoon held his breath as Ophelia furrowed her eyebrows, making soft noises in her sleep at the new position. Once she had settled herself, head resting on the tall man's shoulder, Namjoon smiled and began retreating out of the house.

"Well," Taehyung started as they approached the screen door leading to the alley, "that was a lot easier than anticipated."

"Don't say that just yet," Yoongi, who was waiting by the door, spoke up, "We'll most likely need to use the muscle relaxers on her once she wakes up. Chloroform might be too much, but it would calm her down."

Namjoon hushed the man before jerking his head for him to open the door of the rental van. Once open, Namjoon strapped Ophelia into the car seat, mindful of how she was still sleeping and could wake up any moment. The rest filled in once Ophelia was settled, with Taehyung next to her with the drugs for when she woke up. 

From the driver's seat, Seokjin tried his best not to wake up the pink-haired girl with his excited squeals. He could see her sleeping face in the rear-view mirror- long eyelashes resting on her chubby pink cheeks, lips pouted and slightly open, breathing peacefully. She looked absolutely angelic, and Seokjin silently cursed himself for remaining in the driver's seat instead of taking Taehyung's spot next to the little cherub. 

Ophelia slept a half hour through the three-hour long car ride to the hotel. She woke up panicking, flailing her arms, trying to undo the buckle on her car seat and reach for the car's door handle. Thankfully, Taehyung was quick with the muscle relaxer, poking the syringe in the girl's arm after he successfully grasped it in her frenzy. Being injected with the drug had caused Ophelia to scream and cry more, forcing Taehyung to put a chloroform-filled rag over her mouth and nose.

It was easy for Tae to keep the rag in place since the muscle relaxer worked relatively quickly. He figured it would take about five minutes for the sweet-smelling solution to do its job and knock the small girl unconscious. Even with the rag over her mouth, small whimpers and sobs still fell from Ophelia's lips.

"Go back to sleep, baby," Jimin said, reaching over from where he sat on the other side of Taehyung to run his fingers through the pink strands of hair. As consciousness was slowly leaving her and her vision was beginning to turn back, her whines and whimpers turned even more panicked and desperate, begging her captors to remove the rag and let her breathe.

"I know, honey," Seokjin said, looking at her now tear-stained face in the mirror, bright red from crying so heavily. Her noises slowly faded away and her eyes slowly closed, and once again it was silent in the van. Taehyung handed the rag to Namjoon in the passenger's seat, who then threw it out the window. 

She slept for another half hour, but when she woke up this time, she had no strength to fight her way out. The chloroform was still in her system, successfully making her disoriented and lethargic. Internally, Ophelia was in fight or flight mode, but all her body could do was remain seated in the car seat with her head leaning against the side of the headrest of the car seat. Her eyes observed her surroundings and landed on Namjoon in the passenger seat, who was staring at her lovingly with a smile on his face. Ophelia sent him a sleepy glare, with her eyes half closed and still full of sleep. 

"Baby's awake," He said with a chuckle, causing Ophelia to stare at him confused. It took her a moment to realize that he spoke Korean, and even though Ophelia also spoke Korean, it had been a while since she actually heard someone talk to her in the language. Her dad mainly spoke English around the house, but he had taught his native tongue to Ophelia when she was young. Her head hurt trying to wrap her mind around what was being said, but she knew that she had to be able to understand the man if she wanted out of this situation.

Namjoon announcing that Ophelia had finally come to caused Jimin, who was also taking a short nap, to jerk awake in his seat. Taehyung reached down to grab the chloroform bottle and a new rag from the bag down by his feet, but stopped himself from wetting the cloth as Jin spoke up.

"No, don't do that, Tae. She's fine right now, aren't you baby?" Jin looked back at Ophelia in the mirror only to be met with a sleepy, confused face staring back at him. "I think she might fall back asleep soon, anyway."

"I want her to sleep until we get to the hotel, though," Jimin said, motioning for Taehyung to continue to prepare the cloth, but he refused. 

"I will if she starts to get fussy again," he reasoned, "Too much of this and I could potentially kill her."

Even in her dazed state, the statement caused Ophelia's eyes to widen in fear and a small whimper to leave her mouth once she mentally translated what the man had said. She opened her mouth to attempt to beg to be brought home, but she was too weak to make anything beyond a whine. The men all cooed at her, causing her to become even more annoyed. She wasn't a child.

"Taehyung," Jimin said, pulling a tablet out from the bag on the floor of the car, "Find a movie or something that she can fall asleep to on there."

Taehyung nodded as he began searching through the video library, eventually settling on Sesame Street. Once he played the episode, he placed the tablet in a pouch on the back of the driver's seat, figuring Ophelia would be too weak to hold it herself. 

Ophelia gave Taehyung a skeptical look, asking him if he was serious, but Tae simply smiled and pushed Ophelia's bangs out of her face. Ophelia simply sighed and put her attention on the tablet, but soon wanted to cry as she realized the episode was in Korean. In her disorientation, she was just mentally too weak to attempt to understand the language. The man next to her kept trying to encourage her along with the episode, but Ophelia instead closed her eyes with a whine, feeling the onset of a headache coming over her. 

"Taehyung, let her sleep," Jin scolded as he saw Ophelia's eyes close. He softened his voice when talking towards the pink-haired girl, "Take a nap, little one. It seems that Kookie, Hoseok, and Daddy already have in the back." Jin's comment caused Taehyung and Jimin to turn around only to see the three curled up to each other, passed out with earbuds in. 

"How long have they-?" Tae began, only to be gently shushed by Jin, whispering that Ophelia was falling back asleep. 

[merigoldaround]

“Love you,” he whispered and turned around to leave, Taehyung was already outside in his car and Jimin didn’t want to make the driver wait for too long.

“Wh-what?”

[ilmyg1221]

Jeon Jungkook just wanted to dispose of his latest victim not run into Kim Taehyung doing the exact same thing. Unknown to them both, there was another person and it has now turned into a game of cat and dog. Can Jungkook trust Taehyung? Or will Taehyung betray him to save himself? Maybe Jungkook will be able to think clearly if Taehyung wasn't such a tease.

Themes: Psychological, Thriller, Romance, Ocassional Fluff, Smut

Chapter 1: Rainy Days

Tonight was the perfect night to dispose of a dead body. The rain began like a whisper, a soft pitter-patter against the windshield, a gentle rhythm that seemed to lull the world into sleep, but inside the beat-up gray sedan the tension was high. A low ruble of thunder echoed in the distance as Jeon Jungkook swerves to the left entering a ‘No Trespassing’ zone of an old shoe factory that caught fire ten years ago. Now it was a crumbling skeleton, and tonight it was going to become a tomb.

Yes, tonight was the perfect night indeed.

Bundled in a black raincoat, Jungkook stepped out of the car, eager to get the job done. The rain lashed against his face, a relentless curtain that blurred the world into a mess of gray. He waded through the uneven ground, the mud sucking on his boots with each step. With a grunt his gloved hand opened the trunk lid to reveal a red rectangular cooler surrounded by thick plastic.

“I’m really sorry about this,” he mumbled before bending down to grab it. “You’re were annoying and nosy, and this is where it got you.”

He chuckled as he carried the cooler deeper inside the abandoned shoe factory. He wasn't really sorry. The only person he feels sorry for is himself for having to go through all this trouble. No one bothers with this place anymore, but he knew there was a sink hole that opened here 3 years ago which was another reason why it had been left to rot by the owners. “I should just open a pig farm,” he grumbled as he made his way carefully down a rickety metal staircase, “Then I wouldn’t be doing any of this in the first place.”

Jungkook stood there frozen for a moment for he had heard a low, gurgling sound from above. His could feel his heart hammering against his ribs. Has he been caught? Was someone here with him?

He was not down for a second kill for this month.

It’s just the rain, he assured himself. The raindrops assuring him with their relentless drumming against the surfaces. Soon he found himself standing in front of the sinkhole. “Bye,” he mumbled before letting the cooler go. He watched as it fell deeper and deeper into the darkness.

Suddenly, a flicker of movement in the periphery caught his eye. He froze, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs once again. A dark figure stood on the opposite side of the 20 feet wide sinkhole. Someone else was here? At the same time that he was? While it was raining cats and dogs outside? He noticed that the man was holding a blue cooler which was immediately let go to fall into the darkness of the sinkhole.

Before he could react, the man broke into a run, heading straight towards him. Jungkook sprinted in the opposite direction. With a surge of adrenaline, he scrambled up the stairs, his legs burning with each step. He could hear the heavy footsteps behind him getting closer. The other figure lunged forward, colliding with him making him fall to the floor. He lashed out with a wild swing, connecting with the man’s jaw with a loud thud. The man staggered back, hand flying to his face, a dark stain blossoming on his knuckles.

The two of them stared at each other for a beat, a look of shared terror etched on their rain-soaked faces.

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[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Bits and bytes from the Box au! (Also the ones that I didn't add!)

Bluebella Twiggse the bluebell bonsai, Cori Blossom the blueberry bonsai and Jinxonica the Japanese Camellia bonsai aren't actually from the mall or the gardening store, but rather a secret colony deep in the woods, where they get all the sunlight they can have and never interact with the humans. BT left the colony to seek fame outside of her colony (just like Mirrorglow Majesty). While CB wanted to keep things in order (whatever that means). Jinxonica wanted to seek a "wizard" to help her with her magic.

Marcus was originally supposed to be a police officer. He's supposed to sympathize with Dave and help him. He's supposed to also have this detective role and get to the bottom of mysteries (But after watching a funny TikTok, I changed it). Of course that personality is now given to Raven, she's also supposed to be 12, in a club called the "superstition club".

Gabby was supposed to be working alone in a gardening store (which was originally named "Eden Greenhouse"), and her mom is barely present. And the store was also originally a cafe. Gabby wasn't really supposed to be a Cyborg, but over time, I gradually liked the idea!

There's supposed to be a character nicknamed "Beanie". His role is supposed to keep Penz-eye out off fights (she was originally aggressive and hothead even to humans).

Sabine was supposed to work for the government in a way...

Originally, the Taurus Tech facility story was super dark. There were supposed to be both human and cybertronian experimentations. (But being a good friend for Bloom, I changed it) like I really don't want redeemable characters.

Shutter's facility designation was originally called "Lilith". But I realized that associating her as the actual Lilith, the she-demon isn't really right, but Eve fits for what I imagined Shutter to be in the story.

She's also more human in my head, with exposed lungs and intestines.

There was also a part where she stabs Bumblebee repeatedly after Sideswipe triggers her too much.

There were a lot of chase scenes that I got rid of. There's one with Ava, zombie cybertronians and Shutter's minicons.

Gabby was supposed to bring back the security robot and attach them into the house.

Enma was supposed to be evil.

About "Gretchen" the secret botbot city goddess, it's not really complicated but still sad. She's actually one of Shutter's crew members, who unfortunately died.

Dr Janet was supposed to bring a Zweihänder with her.

Dave was supposed to strangle Melachole (in self defense) and fall down a flight off stairs with him. And the gag was supposed to be comedic as the stairs just look like it's never ending.

Shooting stars were supposed to have a bigger role in the Box au.

Cosmopatty is a primordial being from space.

The Mega Pizzaplex botbots were supposed to be lost children souls, but that's too much.

The first Rottentron encounter was supposed to be in this "Mirror room", where it shows different versions of the characters.

Fanfictionus was supposed to return to the Archive as a human sized, Hawaiian shirt wearing transformer Divine.

The time wraith is supposed to be either Bonz-eye or Lady Macaron. But I realized it's going to be too complicated.

Gabby was supposed to learn about the secrets by a video tape left in the facility.

Kabiguan was supposed to show Gabby the room where he was made.

Dr Rue/ Noxweaver was supposed to make an appearance the very moment Gabby and Box came deeper down into the facility.

There are supposed to be more secret botbot colonies like a floating city and an underground city.

There was supposed to be an indirect kiss for Bryce and Penz-eye, taking place in a festival.

In the "biscuits in the rain" story, the original ending was supposed to be, Bryce and Penz-eye stepped out of the convenience store, before Bryce entered his mom's car, he asked Penz-eye, "Are you actually a real human?", Shocking Penz-eye.

Kat was supposed to work at a food truck in the park.

Joseph and Connor (Gabby's relatives) are going to have a bigger role!

There were three of the Taurus kids, Kabiguan, Leo and Gabby. But I got rid of Leo.

Burgertron was supposed to lose an arm and a leg...

The Park Party leader was a tree that's the center of the park, but I gave that position to Skitternutter.

The Beast Buffet had an antagonistic role in the Au.

And most importantly, het llam si ytcllaua a tinat!

[bisexualmcqueen]

need to archive more stuff

[wayhaughtao3feed]

A Painting is Worth a Thousand Words

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/pm2Jluq

by odaatlover

Head cheerleader Waverly has a huge crush on the artsy new kid, Cole Haught. As the two of them grow closer, she discovers that he has a big secret she wasn't expecting. (Trans Cole/FTM)

Words: 3005, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English

Fandoms: Wynonna Earp (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Waverly Earp, Nicole Haught, Wynonna Earp, Michelle Earp, Chrissy Nedley, Stephanie Jones (Wynonna Earp), Bethany, Hardy Champ, Earl

Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught, Waverly Earp & Wynonna Earp, Waverly Earp & Chrissy Nedley

Additional Tags: Wayhaught - Freeform, Alternate Universe - High School, High School, Alternate Universe- No Supernatural, Cheerleader Waverly Earp, Artsy Cole Haught, Cole is the mysterious new kid, Waverly has a huge crush on him, Trans Male Character, Trans Character, Trans, Trans Nicole Haught, Trans Cole Haught, FTM, Transgender, stealth - Freeform, Gender Dysphoria, Body Dysphoria, Dysphoria, Song: Euphoria (BTS), gender euphoria, Gender Identity, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Love, Falling In Love, Sex, Strap-Ons, Strapping, packer, Hand Jobs, Handcuffs, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Vibrators, Masturbation, Shower Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Car Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Coming Out, Graduation, Senior year, Waverly and Cole are 18, period, Menstruation, Transphobia

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/pm2Jluq

[ao3-feedwayhaught]

A Painting is Worth a Thousand Words

by odaatlover

Head cheerleader Waverly has a huge crush on the artsy new kid, Cole Haught. As the two of them grow closer, she discovers that he has a big secret she wasn't expecting. (Trans Cole/FTM)

Words: 3005, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English

Fandoms: Wynonna Earp (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Waverly Earp, Nicole Haught, Wynonna Earp, Michelle Earp, Chrissy Nedley, Stephanie Jones (Wynonna Earp), Bethany, Hardy Champ, Earl

Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught, Waverly Earp & Wynonna Earp, Waverly Earp & Chrissy Nedley

Additional Tags: Wayhaught - Freeform, Alternate Universe - High School, High School, Alternate Universe- No Supernatural, Cheerleader Waverly Earp, Artsy Cole Haught, Cole is the mysterious new kid, Waverly has a huge crush on him, Trans Male Character, Trans Character, Trans, Trans Nicole Haught, Trans Cole Haught, FTM, Transgender, stealth - Freeform, Gender Dysphoria, Body Dysphoria, Dysphoria, Song: Euphoria (BTS), gender euphoria, Gender Identity, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Love, Falling In Love, Sex, Strap-Ons, Strapping, packer, Hand Jobs, Handcuffs, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Vibrators, Masturbation, Shower Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Car Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Coming Out, Graduation, Senior year, Waverly and Cole are 18, period, Menstruation, Transphobia

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46612447

[snurtsnurtcreations]

Jungkook is in a fancy car when he meets you -a fancy car he doesn’t own. What will become of this blooming romance when the truth comes to light? Will the memories and laughter all be for naught?

[yoonsnymph]

4. Cute but Psycho 🌺

Spooky Scary 2023 Challenge

Prompt: 3. Cute but Psycho

Rating: Explicit / Mature Audiences

Relationship: Kim Seokjin / Kim Taehyung

Additional Tags: Some Plot, Top Kim Seokjin | Jin, Bottom Kim Taehyung | V, Explicit Sexual Content, Casual Sex, Stranger Sex, seokjin is kind of a bad guy, Mentions of Blood, Smoking, Mentions of crime, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Ambiguous/Open Ending, spooky scary 2023, One Night Stands

Words: 1545 Chapters: 1/1

Ao3: 4. Cute but Psycho - yoonsnymph - 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS [Archive of Our Own]

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Taehyung pauses the movie to go look outside the window at the three police cars parked on the street, all three of them blaring their sirens. The sight isn't necessarily new, Taehyung lives in a rather prickly part of the city and the police is always being called for one reason or another, except this time it seems his apartment building is the one in trouble and the noise of the sirens is for sure loud enough to alert the whole neighborhood.

He shakes his head and closes the window, slightly muffling out the noise. The watch around his wrist tells him dinner is well past its time which is likely why his stomach grumbles.

On his way to the kitchen, Taehyung gets interrupted by a hard knock on the door. He rolls his eyes and goes to open, knowing exactly what he'll find. Four police officers stare at him, clearly running on adrenaline.

"Good night, sir, we got an alert in your building," One of the officers starts explaining, "It seems a dangerous individual attacked someone in the upper floor, we are sorry for the inconvenience but please lock your door and don't come out if someone else knocks."

Taehyung smiles at the man and steps back inside his apartment, "Yes, officer," he says, slowly closing the door as all four men stomp up then next fly of stairs to uselessly knock on another door.

He takes the door chain between his fingers with the full intention to do as he was told and lock the door, but before he can do that, he seems a man hanging in the stairwell, holding into the railings like monkey bars in a park, successfully sneaking past the oblivious officers as he falls onto the hallway outside Taehyung's apartment.

Everything happens so fast that Taehyung doesn't have time to react before the man moves past him, closing his door and pushing Taehyung against it with a hand pushed against his mouth.

"Hi, Doll," the man whispers too close to Taehyung's face, "I just need to stay here until those guys leave, I hope you understand," he speaks fast, pulling back enough for Taehyung to see the blood running down the sides of his face, "You don't mind, right?" He smiles, walking away into Taehyung's kitchen.

Taehyung stays frozen against the closed door, "You can't be here," he mumbles nervously, clearly not loud enough because the stranger in his kitchen doesn't react, "Hey, you can't be here," Taehyung repeats, louder, sprinting towards the kitchen and stopping with a gasp when the man takes three long steps towards him and crowds into his space.

"Says who?" he mutters, taking Taehyung's chin with his hand, "Come on, Doll, you're too pretty," he says, with a smile that sends chills all through Taehyung's body, "Don't be stupid too."

The man pushes his lips against Taehyung's closed mouth for a second before he starts laughing, "Do you mind?" he asks, taking a box of cigarettes out of his pocket. Taehyung shakes his head no.

Taehyung's stomach grumbles again, betraying him, and he swears under his breath. The man chuckles, blowing the smoke of his cigarette at the ceiling. They look at each other, "You have blood on your face," Taehyung says in an attempt to take the focus away from himself.

"Don't worry, baby, it's not mine," the man shrugs, staring holes into Taehyung's skull as his cigarette hangs from his plush lips.

The silence builds up heavy in the kitchen, the sirens keep resounding around the whole apartment and the blue and red lights from the outside are painting figures in the walls.

"I'll make you dinner."

It's not a question, he doesn't wait for Taehyung to say yes or to tell him where things are. Not that Taehyung could tell him if he wanted to, he feels like he doesn't even really remember where he's standing right now.

"What's your name?" Taehyung asks, minutes later, sitting on of his bar stools and staring at the man's wide back as he stirrs something on a pan.

The man turns to look at him and takes his cigarette between his fingers to take it away from his mouth, "Seokjin," he says. Taehyung wonders if he's lying.

"They're not leaving until they find you, you know," Taehyung points out boredly, feeling on edge but not really in danger, "It's not their first rodeo around here," he purses his lips, "They arrested three guys last week two buildings down from here."

Seokjin arches an eyebrow, his dark eyes look at Taehyung up and down, "And who's gonna tell them I'm here, Doll?" he asks, "You?"

Taehyung holds his breath, "Depends," he says honestly, "What did you do?"

He knows his morals are shaky at best, but Taehyung has lived through enough to know that not everything is black or white, sometimes things happen for a reason stronger than the lines of law, and he wants to give Seokjin the benefit of the doubt. He walks around the kitchen isle and glances at the pan on the stove.

"I got in a fight," Seokjin says huskily, blowing a cloud of smoke at the side of Taehyung's face.

Taehyung hums and takes a piece of meat from the pan, "Did you win?" he asks, chewing on the meat and making a job of swallowing it before turning his face to look at Seokjin who is now standing very close beside him.

Seokjin smirks, "Well, I'm here, am I not?"

"And the other guy?"

"Sitting at the right hand of the father," Seokjin takes a small step closer to Taehyung, "Isn't that how fights are supposed to go?"

"Why did you fight him?" Taehyung licks his lips before he has the chance to stop himself.

Seokjin shrugs, "He stole from me," he explains, pushing the butt of his cigarette to the inside of the sink before moving to crowd Taehyung against the counter, "What do you think?"

Taehyung catches the musky smell of Seokjin's aroma, mixed with smoke and sweat, "You have a face too pretty to go to prison," he mumbles, lifting a shaky hand to touch Seokjin's cheek.

Seokjin kisses like his life is in the line, with tooth and nail mixed into it. His tongue pushes into Taehyung's mouth like Seokjin hasn't have a drop of water in a decade and he just found a mountain in Taehyung. It's deliciously rough.

Taehyung tries to keep up, biting down on Seokjin's soft lips and pulling hard on his hair, eliciting a series of sounds from him that Taehyung wishes he could record to replay every night.

He reaches behind Seokjin to turn off the stove and guides them to his bedroom, knocking a few things on the way.

Once on the bed, Seokjin wastes no time trying to be romantic, he pulls Taehyung's clothes off and gets naked in record time. His body is just as pretty as his face, and there's a dangerous fire in his eyes.

"Do you know the traffic lights thing?" Seokjin asks breathlessly and Taehyung feels like all the air he was already trying to catch has been knocked out of his lungs. He nods, unable to answer with words, "Okay," Seokjin smirks, and leans down to bite a mark inside Taehyung's thigh.

By the time Seokjin is done prepping him, Taehyung has four fingers inside and if he wasn't scared of Seokjin's size when he was soft but still above average, he is a little frightened now that he can see him fully hard, having grown thicker and at least a quarter of an inch larger.

Taehyung thanks the universe and every deity that comes to mind that when Seokjin takes his fingers out and positions the tip of his dick against his rim, he goes slow. That is, until his dick is half way in, then Taehyung hears him chuckle and braces himself for the hard thrust that comes next.

He grasps the sheets of his bed as the pain hits his entire body at once, he arches his back off the bed out of instinct, squeezing his eyes shut, as if that will make his senses less overwhelmed. He holds his breath in until Seokjin stays still, settled snuggly inside him. Taehyung doesn't think he's ever felt fuller in his life.

His eyes water, and he notices Seokjin is staring at him, "I'm green," he grunts, "Don't be a good guy now, fuck me," he says, and immediately gets chocked up by a succession of hard thrusts from Seokjin's hips.

Seokjin moans into his ear and Taehyung reciprocates, louder with every movement Seokjin makes. His nails dig into the flesh of Seokjin shoulders when Seokjin bites his throat hard enough to make him think for a second that he's drawn blood.

It's a specially hard thrusts he feels at bottom of his belly and Seokjin's hand around his aching cock that makes him reach his orgasm crying out loud before he feels Seokjin's warmth spill inside him.

He doesn't know when he falls asleep or why he does so before making sure Seokjin is gone, but when he wakes up, the noise of the police cars is gone and the sun is shining bright behind his window.

— FIN —

[babyarmybabbles]

Run ARMY! (Meet Part) a1 d3

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Reader won the opportunity to film a spin off of Run BTS! celebrating the boys return from enlistment, called Run ARMY!, over the course of seven days.

Word Count: 1,095

Notes: Idk if y'all have noticed but I tend to just write scenes I get inspired for and then fill in the blanks for this one lol. Random bits and bobs until I connect them. This part specifically needs some work on the actions and interactions, I think.

Took Inspirations from Run ARMY! series on Tik Tok by _yamanika_ and Guess The Bias! by HelloMyAlien7 on Ao3

Warnings: Reader is p anxious lol Sort of panic attack? Anxiety attack? idk man. Just anxious Reader.

Masterlist Link <3 | Prev Part Link c: | Next Part Link :D

By the time the SUV is pulling into the underground parking garage you’re meeting the band in you’re sweating buckets. Not literally, thank the stars, but you feel near to it. Hannuel smiles kindly at you from the driver’s seat, obviously able to see your nerves. You’re pretty sure a satellite could see your nerves right now.

“You’ll be fine.” She soothes as the car descends. “The boys are super nice, and they’re excited to meet you. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” You suck in a deep breath in response and let it out. It doesn’t help much.

“I’m more nervous about ARMY not liking me than BTS not liking me.” You admit, consciously switching to twisting your rings around so you don't pick at your nails in your anxiety. Having bloody fingers while meeting your favorite band would not be a good look. “Also they intimidate me.” You add quietly.

You hear Hannuel stifle a snicker and your head shoots up to glare at her in affront. She’s supposed to support you, not laugh at you! She must see your mulish stare in the rear-view, because she quickly defends herself.

“Sorry, sorry! I’m not laughing at you, I promise. It’s just that they’re so silly sometimes, it’s hard to find them intimidating after having known them.” You easily concede the point to her. You'd seen enough behind the scenes content to get that impression. It’s a bit soothing to hear from an actual staff member though. “They’re the sweetest, really,” Hannuel continues, “You’ve genuinely got nothing to worry about. They’ll take care of you.”

You groan and let your head thump against the seat. “That’s part of the problem!” You complain, “It’s my first time on this side of a camera, it’s my first time meeting BTS, it’s my first time being in Korea, It’s just a lot! What if ARMY sees me fumbling and the boys helping me and decide they hate me? I can’t be hated by ARMY! I’d die!” You dramatically slump sideways, coincidentally timed with a turn that scootches you that much farther over. Score one for dramatics.

Hannuel laughs gently at you, and you continue somewhat more seriously from your slumped position. “I mean, ARMY is basically my home. I don’t know what I’d do if they hated me.” You murmur into the leather cushion.

Hannuel hums musingly at you and the two of you lapse into silence for a moment.

“Well,” She starts, “First of all, you probably already know that you can never please everyone.” You nod miserably, aware that she could no longer see you. Both your therapist and your friends had told you as much many times. She continues, “But ARMY loves to see the boys interact with other ARMY. It’s another way they get to know them and feel connected. If you ask me, you’ll have more people projecting onto you than judging you. Not that they won’t judge, but” She shrugs, “People always do.”

You slowly sit up and shoot an admiring look at the woman. “Woah,” you mumble, “How are you so wise?”

Hannuel barks out a surprised laugh. “Life experience, mostly.” She replies amusedly.

You settle back into your seat and finally notice that Hannuel had stopped the car before what you assume to be the final turn before the boys would be in view. You feel a rush of gratefulness for her. You hadn’t known her very long, but Hannuel had already been an incredible help and a very soothing presence to you. You should buy her something nice before you leave if you get the chance. See if you can send a gift basket through Hybe for her if you don't.

She starts the car rolling forward again as you reappear in the rear-view mirror, fully over your momentary theatrics. You take another deep breath and let it out again. It helps more this time.

“It’s not like my socials are public or anything either," You soothe yourself aloud, "And my friends already know me, they’re just excited. Everyone else is secondary.”

“Exactly” Hannuel affirms. You jump just a bit and then try to pretend you hadn’t forgotten she could hear you. Luckily, she’s too busy driving the car to notice. “Like I said, you’ll be just fine.”

Unfortunately for Hannuel’s encouraging words, you’d finally rolled close enough for you to spot seven men standing near 3 other SUVs just ahead and you were suddenly incapable of hearing anything anymore.

Static fills your brain as you study them. You register the casual clothes, watch them nudge each other excitedly as they notice your vehicle, even note the camera crew nearby, but not a single thought makes it past the haze of panic. Distantly, you wonder if this is what an adrenaline rush feels like. You suddenly can’t remember.

Your heartbeat thuds in your ears as the car comes to a gentle stop.

You absently bring one hand up to the pulse point under your jaw to measure your pulse and raise the other to your chest to make sure you’re still breathing. Hannuel is repeating instructions for your benefit in the front seat, but you simply cannot engage your brain enough to listen. All too soon she's exiting the car. You manage to tear your hands away from their comforting positions as she comes around and opens your door for you.

Hannuel helps you down as you duck out of the car and gives you a brief sympathetic smile as she takes your trembling hand.

Excited exclamations meet your arrival and you hastily paste confidence over your every mannerism as you lift both hands to wave back with equal excitement. Hannuel is the only one close enough to be able to see your hands continuing to shake, or note the fact that you stop breathing as you approach BTS.

You hope your smile isn't too tight and that you look appropriately excited. Hopefully whatever the cameras are seeing right now can be explained by excitement and reasonable nerves. You'll take your near panic-attack to the nearest private space, thanks.

"Hello! Oh my goodness, hi!" You release your held breath as you great them, first shaking RM's hand as they return your greeting before stepping back and bowing as best you can as you introduce yourself.

This prompts a round of mostly redundant introductions from the members, starting with RM and then continuing down the line until they'd all politely introduced themselves.

You can't quite stop yourself from running your hands through your hair as you take them in.

[xoxiu]

twinkle - ot7 x reader

chapter 04 table of contents masterlist

summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

a/n: i wrote this fic in 2018 on ao3 and wattpad, but im putting it here for archival reasons ♡

The van pulled into the hotel parking lot, and Ophelia still slept. The drugs had made her sick and sleepy, and Ophelia realized that if she slept, her nausea went away. She didn't want to sleep since that made her susceptible to whatever her kidnappers would do to her, but the internal ickiness and external weakness was just too much.

"I'll give Lia her bottle if the rest of you load up the van," Seokjin said, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt so he could move to sit next to the sleeping girl. 

"I thought we were going to stay at the hotel for a bit before flying back?" Jimin asked, stepping out of the van, desperate to stretch his legs after the long car ride. Once Taehyung got out and the sleeping boys in the back woke up, Seokjin took Tae's spot next to Ophelia, running a hand through her hair with a smile. 

"No, I want to get her home soon. She's looking a little pale," Seokjin brushed a hand over Ophelia's forehead and cheek, noting just how hot and clammy it felt. The girl whimpered and turned her head away from Jin in her sleep, causing Jin to give a small coo at the action. 

Once the rest had left the van to pack their things, Seokjin unbuckled Ophelia from her car seat and maneuvered her so she was now sitting on his lap. The movement caused her eyes to open in panic, and her breathing to increase to the point where she was nearly hyperventilating. 

Seokjin noticed the beginning of her panic attack and began to gently bounce her. Ophelia eventually ended up choking on her breaths and sobs, but willed herself to continue to fight despite her limbs not cooperating with her mind. The chloroform started to wear off, as Ophelia could think much clearer and make out small words.

"N-no..." Ophelia choked out, closing her eyes as if that would make everything stop and disappear. "L-let go..." Seokjin only continued to shush her, put her head under his chin, and reached down to grab a bottle of water and a baby bottle. With the baby bottle in her vision, Ophelia noticed white powder resting at the bottom and feared that it wasn't formula mix. Once the water was poured in and the color remained clear instead of a milky white, Ophelia's panicking increased as the water was drugged. 

"Open up, baby," he said, holding the bottle to Ophelia's tightly shut lips, "Open up for Eomma."

Ophelia was caught off-guard by the man referring to himself as 'Eomma,' and Seokjin took to opportunity to slip the bottle into her unwilling mouth. Ophelia refused to drink from the bottle, fighting the natural instinct to suck, and attempted to maneuver the rubber nipple out of her mouth. This only resulted in the water that was forced out due to gravity to smear all over her lips and into her mouth. This caused Jin to click his tongue in disapproval and put slight pressure on the bottle, forcing more water to flow into Ophelia's mouth. Ophelia still refused to swallow, having the water slowly fill her mouth, leaking out from where her lips were parted around the baby bottle.

Not removing pressure from the bottle, Seokjin began to gently blow in Ophelia's face, triggering her to swallow. Ophelia shut her eyes tightly and unconsciously swallowed, causing her to also begin suckling on the bottle. Realizing that some of the white powder was now in her, she admitted defeat and quickly drank the water, wanting to get out of the situation sooner. Being in the car seat was much better than being on the strange man's lap.

With her eyes closed in an attempt to block out her current situation, Ophelia didn't notice another man come back to the car until he spoke. 

"Awh, someone's tired," the deep voice said, gently brushing his finger across Ophelia's cheek. Ophelia opened her eyes and glared at the man, recognizing him as the one previously in the passenger's seat. He smiled in return, laughing slightly at the girl's annoyance. 

"She should be out again soon," Seokjin said, "We have a long flight and I want her asleep for most of it. Tae said she should be out for twelve hours after her bottle." Ophelia began to internally panic; she didn't know what would happen to her in those hours she'd be unconscious. 

Soon enough all the water was out of the bottle. Jin removed the rubber nipple from Ophelia's mouth and grabbed the rag that Namjoon held out to him to wipe the water all over Ophelia's mouth. When his rag-covered finger brushed over her lips, Ophelia bit down on the fabric, causing Jin to pull his finger back. Instead of the expected glare and anger, Ophelia was shocked when the man simply chuckled before continuing. 

"Silly baby," Jin threw the rag back into the bag and tapped the tip of the girl's nose, "Eomma's finger isn't your bottle."

Ophelia groaned and flung her head back as if the small movements she could make was enough to escape the man's grasp. This only resulted in Jin cooing and rocking her gently. Already feeling the effects of the drug (a downside of being a lightweight), Ophelia sleepily looked outside the van at the clear blue sky and the other men carrying bags. The bright sunlight hurt her sensitive eyes, but she now refused to close them, fearing what would happen when she fell asleep. They said that they were flying somewhere, probably somewhere far away where no one would find her. 

It's not like anyone would look for me, Ophelia thought. My parents would do anything to get me away from them. 

Seokjin noticed Ophelia staring at Namjoon and smiled, figuring that she was quickly warming up to them since her face didn't have the glare it previously did. Namjoon, however, wasn't paying much attention. He was too distracted by his phone to see little doe eyes staring at him. 

"Are you looking at Appa?" Seokjin asked the girl, giving her a small bounce on his lap. This caught Namjoon's attention, who looked to find Ophelia's stare on him. He smiled, but realized that she wasn't exactly staring at him- it was almost like she was staring through him, deep in thought and pretending he wasn't there. His smile was taken over by a concerned glance towards Jin, which was ignored for Jin was too busy staring down at the girl in his lap. 

Ophelia, internally, was at war with herself. On one hand, she realized she no longer had to deal with her parents. No more yelling at three in the morning. No more cleaning up broken beer bottles before her brother woke up so he wouldn't step on any stray glass. No more being the only mature adult of the house. No more.

But that also means she basically left her siblings to fend for themselves. Henry was only a middle-schooler who grew up relying on Ophelia. While neither of them would admit it, Henry really had no clue how to take care of himself and Rose.

And Rose.

Rose. Ophelia left Rose alone. Ophelia felt her panic internalize to the point she was so tense she could explode. How long had she been gone? Rose was overdue for a feeding, and the only thing Ophelia could do was hope that Henry got home from school okay. Sometimes on his walk home, he decided to stop by a friend's home or corner store for a snack. While Ophelia never seemed to care, this time she hoped Henry came straight home and found Rose alone and at least fed and changed her. 

Someone would call the police. While Ophelia wasn't exactly popular, she had a lot of good friends (some of who could be considered 'popular'). Once someone realized that she wasn't answering her texts or came to school, someone would get suspicious and call in. Maybe Henry would as soon as he got home, and Ophelia would be found quicker than the plane could take off. That was most likely impossible, seeing as even Ophelia didn't know where she was. 

Unable to fight against the threat of sleep any longer, Ophelia closed her tear-filled eyes.

[merigoldaround]

Symphony for a Scandal - chapter 10

Hoseok sighed. “ He’s missing. He ate dinner with me and Seokjin, but I haven’t found him since. One of his own cars is gone and he doesn’t answer his phone. ”

Jungkook’s heart began pounding faster. Jimin was alright though.

[apex-man-47]

New pfp and cover photo it is, but one of few things I'm hoping to do over the summer.

Guess it's time to bring this blog of mine back, as I do have stories to tell, tea to spill and maybe some necks to break.

Also yeah I'm off until this weekend and all but can confirm that I will be doing my last album ever on Facebook, as well as plan on my 1500th post a bit more for my main IG account.

Plan for IG is to rather archive everything and start all over again - making use of the newly revived H47 Photography tag on there for posts that will definitely no longer be biased towards cars, but moreso act like a BTS or a second angle to whatever comes for the same tag when posting happens on the other account of mine - theweekendlad47, that is.