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saeyoungs-sunflower · 7 years ago

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Hiraeth (Seven x MC)

Hello! So...this is my first Mystic Messenger fanfic and the first part of my word series, which is basically just where I find an unusual word and make a fanfic out of it. Easy as pie! If you like what you read, feel free to send a request.

Right, on to the fanfic! Enjoy!

WARNINGS:

Contains spoilers for Seven’s route and Secret Endings

Strong language

References to child abuse (only hints, nothing explicit)

NOTES:

Slightly angsty with poofs of fluff :3

hiraeth (n.): a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

PART 1 - The Agent (2 years ago)

“You’re slacking, 707.”

He knew he wasn’t in his right mind that day, who would be on a day like this?

“Listen to me kid, this is serious. You know exactly what happens to people like us when they don’t get things done in time. There is a reason they are called deadlines,” Vanderwood said smoothly.

Luciel felt a chill crawl down his back at the memory of agent 425, who for some reason disappeared out of thin air after ‘a small accident’. Luciel knew the danger of the situation, he knew he needed to get this done, he just couldn’t keep thoughts on track, “Sorry.”

“What’s wrong with you? You’re usually much faster than this, are you sick or something?”

“I’m fine.”

Vanderwood let out a sharp sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. This kid was going to be the death of him. He knew all this time what was wrong with him, it was the same every year. “Listen, is this because today is the anniversary of when you left home?”

Luciel flinched at his choice of words. Anniversary sounded too jubilant to be wasted on such a day, it should only used for a day that should be celebrated and not loathed. However, home was the word that hit him the most. That place was not home. It was an empty shell, a hollow space that seemed only to be appropriately filled with the screams and cries of those who were too weak to escape it. That had no privilege to be called home.

“I said I’m fine, Vanderwood,” he said steadily.

Vanderwood let out another sigh, this one much lazier than the last. Whilst he wasn’t supposed to, he knew this kid had had a hard life; that even though he supposedly chose this path, Vanderwood knew deep down that when it came to the bottom of it, he had no choice. “Whatever it is, please at least try to focus and get this done. I have things that I need to get done so I’m going to trust that you will finish this, okay?”

“Sure.”

As soon as Vanderwood left, Luciel rocked back on his stiff chair. This was torture. He let his mind wonder and his rather vivid imagination took over him. He thought about all the terrific places he could have gone, all the beautiful things he could have seen, all the brilliant people he could have met. Was this really the right choice? What other options did he have? What other ways could he have saved him? He snapped back into reality at the thought, and as if by instinct he reached for the floppy disk hidden inside a book of fairytales and inserted it into his computer. Everything melted away as he scrolled through the photos of his other half, and his chest ached and he felt a lump form in his throat at the nostalgia of their smile and how their eyes squeezed shut as they did so. This is why he went through this torture. It was for him. Maybe Vanderwood was right, maybe he did leave home behind after all.

Luciel shook his head and shut off his computer, all the colour that enfolded him gradually fading into a cold, bland grey once again. This was for the best. Deciding that he needed a break, he plonked himself onto his bed and logged onto the RFA chatroom.

Yoosung★: Failed my midterms fml T_T

707: Cuz u played LOLOL all night lol.

Jumin Han: If you want to work for our company, you should take care of your GPA.

Yoosung★: I’m still on the list?! +_+

Luciel quietly chuckled to himself as he read through the chat, joining in here and there. He truly loved the RFA; it was the closest thing to family that he had, the only secure thing in his rickety life. But he had to put up a barrier between himself and them, to ensure their safety and to prevent things from getting…complicated with the agency. That barrier just so happened to be painted with silly jokes and a happy-go-lucky persona, which was both exhausting to keep up and a refreshing distraction from his other life. This was all apart of the game he had to play, the balls he had to juggle and stones he had to step on to keep everything in his life as balanced as it could be.

He had come to the realisation a long time ago that he will never live an honest or steady life, since it appeared that he would never see his brother again and the RFA could never know who he truly was. He was slowly loosening his grip on the fantasy that he will ever have a true ho-

707: Wait!!

Yoosung★: Why?

ZEN: ??

707: Think someone entered the chatroom;;

PART 2 - The Apartment (1 year and 358 days ago)

“Seven, why the headphones? Are you avoiding me?”

Dammit. He knew his meaningless flirting in the chatroom was turning into something…maybe not meaningless. Now he was here with her in Rika’s apartment, and he could no longer keep up the facade like he had in the chatroom.

His barrier was being broken down.

This was for the best, he thought. Just push her away and eventually she will give up, she’ll move on and be happy with someone else. Someone with an honest life, a good job and a secure future. This was right. This was good. This would 100% ensure her safety and well being.

So why did it hurt so much?

He carried on typing to stop himself looking back at her, otherwise he would never be able to say no to her. He kept his focus as his fingers moved across the keyboard like he was being repeatedly shocked by electricity. It felt like that too.

He glanced at the clock on his laptop and noticed that he had been working for several hours, which meant it had been several hours since MC had last spoken to him. Did his plan work? Had he finally got her stay away? Was she finally safe?

In that sense he was relieved, but something just wouldn’t settle in his stomach. They had only known each other for a week, but he knew MC well. She was stubborn, there was no way she would have given up so easily. He slowly removed his headphones, expecting to hear the sound of pans clashing in the kitchen or the shower running or loud music leaking through earphones. Nothing. Feeling everything in his stomach sink, he darted to the kitchen. Not there. Bathroom? Not there. Living room? Not there.

His heart was pounding against his ribs as he frantically searched the apartment, nearly turning it upside down. Shit. His breath started to grow more rapid as memories of her spilled into his mind from when his beloved twin almost took her away from him. For the first time in his life, somethings clicked:

“Seven!!!! I love you!!!”

He was loved.

“Seven…are you okay?”

He was cared for.

“Alright, I’ll trust you, Seven.”

He was safe.

Seven froze as he reached the one room in the house he hadn’t yet searched: her bedroom. Lightly he rested his ear on the door, only to hear gentle and quiet sobs coming from the other side. His beaten heart split right down the middle and he squeezed his eyes shut to prevent his own tears spilling out. Gathering up all the strength he could find within his shattering form, he gently knocked on her door.

“MC?”

The crying abruptly stopped, apart from a few sniffles before a small voice peeped from the other side of the door, “Y-yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

“Mhmm.”

Slowly he clicked the door open and creeped into the dim room. He could just make out her crumpled figure lying on the bed, hiding her face from him. He knew it, she was stubborn. He knew he shouldn't have, but he impulsively wrapped his long arms around her body in an embrace. MC was shocked at first, but eventually gave into his warmth and wrapped her own arms around his torso, her head resting in the crook of his neck, “I-I just-“

“Shhh it’s okay MC, I know.”

Together they sat there in silence. Neither spoke, neither needed to. They just sat there in each other’s arms as their breathing and heart beat synced. Time passed and MC could feel her eyelids growing heavier and heavier, until the power of sleep over took her. Seven felt her eyelids flutter shut against his neck, and laid her down on the bed to keep her in a comfortable position.

When he was sure she was going to stay asleep, he removed his arm from under MC and laid the blanket over her sleeping form. Before leaving her to rest, he pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead, “I’m sorry, MC, but I think I might be a little bit in love with you.”

And with that, he went back to work. New thoughts started flooding into his brain, thoughts of how he had almost lost her twice. Once to Saeran, once to herself.

He found her, then he saved her.

He saved her, then he shoved her away.

He found home, then he burnt it down.

Seven laughed at his own stupidity and the ridiculousness the situation he had found himself in, “People like me aren’t supposed to settle,” he thought to himself, “we’re supposed to forget.”

…

“We’re made to lose.”

PART 3 - The Housewarming Party (Present day)

“Hello? Earth to Saeyoung?”

Saeyoung snapped back into reality and turned his head away from the view from the balcony to find an even more stunning view in front of him, “Terribly sorry m’am, the Defender of Justice just received a call from the Space Station. Apparently they have run out of napkins for our wedding so we will have to bring some ourselves.”

MC playfully slapped his shoulder before hugging his arm and looking at the rest of the city. This was their favourite time to watch the city; all the little lights from the buildings blended perfectly with the stars, a light breeze flowed through the air, and it was quiet. The only sound to be heard was the sound of music coming from inside their new house. More specifically, music from musicals (it was Jaehee’s turn to choose). MC looked up at her fiancé before pressing a kiss on his shoulder, “This is our home now.”

“I guess it is. We did a pretty good job finding this place. Nice neighbours, amazing view, gre-“

Saeyoung was interrupted by his lover’s giggles. God, he wasn’t sure if he would ever get used this. She settled down and once again rested her chin on his shoulder, “That’s not what I meant. I mean, you’re not wrong, it is a lovely house. But, that’s all it is right now, a house. It will become home in time.”

“And what is home to you, oh wise MC,” Saeyoung queried.

She shot him a playful glare before turning serious again, “Well, I think home can be a lot things. A place, an object, a person, an idea, anything. It’s not really about what it is, it’s the feelings that you get from it. It’s where you go when you have nowhere else, where your heart takes you when you are most lost. Home is where you feel all fuzzy inside, like when you’re drinking hot chocolate or when you’re snuggled up on the sofa watching your favourite movie. When you’re home, you’re cared for and looked after. It’s a bandage, a medicine, a kiss better. Home is warm, it’s safe, it’s love.”

When he went quiet, MC turned to Saeyoung but was caught off guard when he leaned forward placing a firm but soft kiss on her lips. How did he get so lucky? How did he find someone who understood him so well? He laced his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to him as she wrapped her own arms around his neck. They could go on forever, completely lost yet found in each other, something neither could describe. But a familiar salty taste brought MC back to reality. She loosened her grip to look up at him, tears streaming down his face. She would have asked him what was wrong, but she didn’t need to. She knew the answer, and she knew those tears had been held back for a long time. So instead, she just gently wiped away his liquified fears with her sleeve, never to be seen again, “And what is home to you, Saeyoung?”

He let the corners of his mouth curl upwards and leaned towards her again, his hand cradling her neck. Yes, he thought to himself, this is it, right? This is hom-

“Ew.”

Almost flying apart, they looked at the doorway only to see a familiar figure standing in the middle of it, “S-Saeran!”

“Uh sorry to…interrupt but um we’re going to take some photos inside…” Saeran said, looking at the floor and rocking on his feet.

“Oh yes of course! We’ll be out in just a sec,” Saeyoung replied cheerfully.

“Actually, uh, Saeyoung?”

“Yes, Saeran?”

“I just wanted to say,” he paused, “thank you for letting me…live here with you guys. I know I’ve been a lot to handle over the past few years, but thank you for not giving up on me and watching over me. When you first helped me escape Mint Eye, I thought I was being betrayed, but now I see that you took so many risks to help me and save me. Thank you, you two…are my family and I..love you both.”

Both Saeyoung and MC were stunned to silence at this sudden outburst. Saeran was usually so bitter and had spent most of his time blaming Saeyoung for everything that had gone wrong in his life, but now he was thanking him? And saying he loved him? His initial thought was that Saeran was just playing some sick trick on him, but the rosy flush over his cheeks told him otherwise.

Saeran’s figure started to blur through Saeyoung’s eyes as they once again filled with tears. Overcome with emotion, he lunged towards his twin and engulfed him in his arms, which Saeran reluctantly returned. One step at a time.

“Um, should we go and take the photos now?” Saeran said, though his voice was muffled in his brother’s hoodie.

“Yes, yes we should,” Saeyoung quickly wiped his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie, “um, you two go ahead, I’ll be right behind you!” he shot them his signature cheery grin.

“Okay, don’t stay out too long, it’s getting cold out here,” MC said before pecking his cheek and following Saeran inside. She linked arms with him and playfully ruffled messy hair with her free hand, the sight of them interacting like that made something warm bubble in Saeyoung’s chest. His heart may be be damaged and bruised, but it was healing. They were healing him. Maybe home wasn’t just one thing, maybe it was in the form of two people? Taking a deep breath, Saeyoung went back inside his new house. The whole RFA was there preparing for the photo.

“Jumin, move! You’re blocking my good side!”

“Every side is your good side, Zen.”

“Well, you’re not wrong, Jaehee.”

“Yoosung, you’re standing on my foot. Please remove it.”

“Oh! Sorry Jumin! I’ll just sit here instead.”

Saeyoung chuckled warmly at them, which grabbed the attention of the blonde who was moving round the red sofa, “Saeyoung! You’re back! We saved you a space next to MC and Saeran.”

Taking his place on the sofa, he looked round at all his friends. They were all smiling at him, at each other, laughing and settling into their own positions. Saeyoung felt that familiar warmth in his chest before something clicked.

“Ready!”

He had waited so long.

“3!”

This was it.

“2!”

He found it.

“1!”

It found him.

Click.

“Woohoo! Good job gang! It looks great!”

“Lemme see!”

“Me too!”

“I would like to see.”

“Jaehee, can you see it from there?”

“I can, it’s wonderful.”

Only MC and Saeyoung were left on the couch, a few seconds passed before MC spoke up, “You okay?”

“I think I know what home is to me now.”

MC smiled fondly at him, relieved that he had finally found peace, “I’m so happy you found it, you deserve it.”

Saeyoung leaned back on the couch, MC in his arms and observing the chaos in front of him. Sure, it was messy, but it was his mess. It took him his whole life up to this point to find his haven, and it finally came to save him. The RFA was home, his brother was home, the woman in his arms was home.

This was home.

There we go, my first piece of writing for Mystic Messenger. I know it’s not perfect and it’s a bit rough round the edges, but hopefully I’ll improve with time. As I said before, requests are open and I have some more ideas in mind, so stick around!

Have a fab day everyone!

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exoticarmy127 · 8 years ago

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hiraeth - V (Spring Day series)

(n.) a deep, inborn sense of yearning for a home, a feeling, a place or a person that is beyond this plane of existence.

They say time heals all wounds.

But Taehyung wondered if this was something Father Time could even remedy. If this: a pain so profound he could feel his knees go weak at the mere thought of her smile… her voice echoing in the reserves of his brain.

He was surrounded by a blanket of white as he stood by the tracks, just staring at the snow covering the railway that has been abandoned for many years. The train station which had ceased its services a few years ago when a new one was made on the other side of the city. Hardly anybody went to the place anymore except maybe for some who liked to have some time alone.

Right now, Taehyung was yearning for that peace; one he couldn’t seem to find amid the busy atmosphere of Seoul.

It was a little funny considering for months Taehyung had avoided that peace; mainly because when silence hovered around you, all you could hear were your thoughts. And it terrified him.

Taehyung felt tears pricking his eyes and he lets out a shaky breath; white puff of smoke coming out his lips.

In the quietness of his surroundings, his mind whirls back to a time long ago—awakening memories of summer and spring time.

Years before…

“Halmeoni, look!” Taehyung cheered as he pulled on the strings of his kite and pumped his legs to run faster.

“Taehyung-ah, be careful!”

“It’s getting higher! Up! Up! Up!” Taehyung ran alongside the tracks then across the field as the green kite flew higher and higher into the air. They were at the edge of winter, the snow crunching against their boots while the sun peeked shyly in the horizon. The field close to the train station was one of their favourite places to be considering its tranquil atmosphere. A lot of the children from town often came to play here with their friends, especially during the summer.

Taehyung’s grandmother walked rather slowly, but followed in suit; a smile gracing her lips as she watched her grandson squealing in delight as the kite rose high above. She hated going out in the winter cold but one look into Taehyung’s pleading eyes and sweet grin, she was already wearing her coat, agreeing to take him out on a mission to send the kite to the skies.

A sudden yell pierced through the clearing and she snapped back into her senses with worry. Gazing back at Taehyung, she saw that the little boy had fallen, his kite long gone and flying away with the wind. She rushed towards the boy who was looking up at the sky with tears in his eyes.

“Shh. Don’t cry sweetheart, I got you.” She cradled the boy in her arms and checked his legs for any injury. To her relief, he seemed okay. The snow cushioned his fall mostly.

“Does it hurt?” He asked as he was still sobbing. Taehyung shook his head and wiped off his tears with his arm.

“My kite is gone!” He cried.

“Halmeoni, will make you another kite. Don’t cry now–”

“But appa and I made that one and I lost it.”

“Calm down Taehyung-ah, it’s alright.”

“But I wanted you to see it fly.” He pouted. “I made that kite for you, jomo.”

She smiled down at the little boy and ruffled his hair. “I did see it fly, Taehyungie. It flew so well! I am proud of you.”

“Really?”

“Really.” She said just as something caught her sight. “Oh look, Taehyung-ah!”

Taehyung looked towards the direction of where his grandmother was pointing at and saw a white flower peeking from the snow.

“It’s a Snowdrop.” She told him and Taehyung crawled against the snow to reach it. “Isn’t it pretty?”

“Yeppeo-da!” Taehyung smiled his toothy grin.

“It’s the first flower of spring.” She said and looked up at the sky. “The seasons are changing Taehyung-ah. So don’t cry. Smile.”

“I like spring.” He said a matter of fact. “It’s not so cold anymore.”

“Me too.” She chuckled as she kissed the crown of his head. “Me too.”

Taehyung gasped as he was catapulted back into reality, the memory felt so real he could smell her scent—feel her warmth.

His knees buckled as he fell to the ground, shoulders shaking as the pain of her loss hovered over him like a cloud. It’s been a rough six months since his Halmeoni passed away and Taehyung though slowly moving through the pain, felt like a part of him has been ripped off from his very being. His work kept him busy, and that was good since it prevented him from idling and wallowing in his sadness. But when the nights came or times of calm and silence, the pain returns in full force and he often found himself crying to sleep.

It was a struggle putting on a smile every day; for his family, for his members, even for the cameras and for his beloved fans. But he did. He did because he remembered how his grandmother told him to keep smiling… to never give up.

She was his number one fan; one of the main persons who believed in his dreams of becoming an artist even though he couldn’t dance or sing as well as other people who were gifted with it. But Taehyung pursued it because of her encouragement. He went to audition and got into a company who trained him into the idol that he has become. He could still remember his halmeoni’s face the moment he told her he was going to debut. And he could still clearly recall the sound of her voice when he called her right after their first solo concert.

“I miss you, jomo. I miss you.” Taehyung gasped out as he lay there in the snow by the tracks, shoulders shaking as he let his grief show where there were no prying eyes or cameras to see him.

All he wanted was for her to be there. He simply wanted his grandmother back. But he knew that was impossible.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there grieving when he suddenly heard it:

“Taehyung-ah.”

Taehyung snapped up at the sound of the familiar voice, heart pounding in his chest. The area was empty apart from himself and he scrunched his face confusion as he wiped his tear-stained cheeks.

“Taehyung-ah.”

He stood abruptly as the voice—her voice—sounded again. And before he knew it, his feet were already moving.

Taehyung followed the tracks as if it knew where she would be. Half of him was awake, knowing he was merely hearing things. But the other half chose to dream—to hope it was real.

He looked to his right and faltered in his steps upon catching the sight of the field he once played in when he was little. It was covered in snow and was a beautiful sight; a sad one as well for it only reminded him of her even more as she often went with him here.

Taehyung sniffed and looked down at his feet; and was surprised to catch something against the snow.

By his feet was a single Snowdrop protruding from the cold ground. He crouched down and touched the flower with his index finger smiling slightly.

“It’s the first flower of spring.” She said and looked up at the sky. “The seasons are changing Taehyung-ah. So don’t cry. Smile.”

A cold rush of wind blew by along with a whisper of his name and Taehyung shivered.

“Jomo?” He called quietly and when he looked up, his eyes settled on a tree a few feet from him, its branches bare from any leaves.

Taehyung eyes widened as he stood up shakily, approaching the tree step by step. He gasped upon reaching it and finally had a closer look. When he confirmed what it was, a tear slipped from his eye.

For right there, hanging by a branch, was a familiar green kite.

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They say time heals all wounds.

But people forgot to say it heals at at its own pace.

Taehyung walked back home with the kite in his hand, feeling like a huge weight has been lifted from his chest. It helped having to let out his grief; to cry or shout to the winds.

The sun was already setting, painting the skies in hues of purple and orange, and Taehyung knew he had to go soon.

He looked back at the empty rail tracks one last time and sighed, almost like he was hoping he would see his grandmother following right behind his shoulder like she always does.

I’ll always miss you, he thought to himself as he turned and began to walk back to his parent’s house.

But I’ll keep going. I’ll keep smiling for you.

And with that he smiled and hugged the kite to his chest, thinking that for now—till the spring comes and seasons change, he’ll be okay.

END

Spring Day was so beautiful I had to write something about it. Yes, you can expect one for each member as well but please give me time to write them lol

Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed that! Let me know what you think!

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become-the-story · 8 years ago

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FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

So Here it is finally ! I will class them by genre and in no particular order of preference, tbh all of the things that will be listed down below are pure gold ! (under a cut because it’s gonna be soooooo long lmao)

I did include au’s in the categories, but I decided to create an AU category anyway, just to put, well my fave ones, like the concept y’know

SMUT (first things first imirite)

@tayegi : Okay so tbh just read all of her stories ? Like every each of them are amazing af, but let me tell you my faves :

Suga, Last Nite An amazing zombie!au

Taehyung, CodeName: Shadown Cat I’m a sucker for au and this secret agent one got my heart

Suga ft Jungkook, Cobalt and Charcoal this one got me shook af

Equilibrum (m but not every chapter) a multiple chapters story, it’s amazing plus guess what ! It’s centered on Jimin & Jungkook yas

And of course, last but not the least, the legendar In Bloom with a beautiful Werewolf!au centered on Jungkook

Jimin, Fuck, Marry, or Kill, He ain’t only the cute little pup he looks like

New rules, fratboy!jungkook, you’re welcome

@exobtssmutimagination : ofc when it comes to smut this is basically my reference blog lol ! Sadly they’re on hiatus right now, but if you go to their masterlist, you have a lot to go through ! Once again, basically all of their smut is great mate ! But here you go for my faves :

The better lover (pt1) An amazing serie (4 parts I think ?) starring the maknae line !

Caught red handed PET NAMES ! A nice smut with our pervy leader Namjoon !

A little fun during rehearsal not really a smut, but yeah who could resist Hoseok after seeing him rapping ?

@an-exotic-writer : Same goes for Missy, tbh her masterlist is a mine of gold, there’s a lot, like a lot of things whenever I’m bored I will read something (plus her masterlist looks really cool like) Here we go for the faved :

Smooth as fuck, Hoseok, well everything is said in the title lol, oh and gangster!hobi is hot af

Sidewalk sugar, what can I say, I’m weak for Jimin, and even more when he’s a sugar daddy

it’s a win win for you & me possessive Jin in a ceo!au

@freehoseoksdick : Friends with benefit I don’t even have the words lol just go read it especially if yo’ure a Jimin hoe like me

@jungkxook : Bad!boy Tae, if onlt this doesn’t make you want to read it, then idk what to tell you lol Runaway

honorable mention for @hobibliophile and her RA!Jimin smut ! eheh

FLUFF

@hobibliophile : My fave non-smut from Jules ! Shades. A fluffy encounter at the beach with Kook !

@noir0neko : I probably should have mentioned them in the smut section, but I preferred listing on their cute little floof stories (but def go check their smuts too, same for Jules !) Bonne nuit. Look ! French ! lol basically Jiminie helping you fall asleep and it’s rly cute

@park-jimeme : Okay so I discovered her blog because of the Grim Reaper serie, and all I wanna say is THANKS whoever reblogged it and made me see this ! so here we go for my faves fluff :

Gang!bts basically a fluff gang!au with Jin !

Vlogger!au, Vloger!Taehyung is just too cute

Secret to tell, you have great news for Hoseok, your husband

@exobtsimagination : yeah they don’t only do smuts amazing right ?

Perfect Date With J-Hope , the title says it all !

Your Eyes Are Like … , this one’s really cute, it’s with Namjoon and all people wearing glasses should read this !

Teaching Jimin English , once again the title says it all, it’s rly short but rly cute lol

@freehoseoksdick : Starlight a floofy youtubeur!Jungkook thingy

ANGST

@park-jimeme : once again because yeah what can I say I just love everything she writes so...

It’s over, a nice angsty serie with Suga, but dw the fluff is there in the end lol

Grim Reaper serie, it’s like a mix of every genre, there’s mostly angst, there’s fluff, there’s smut, there’s supernatural, this serie is awesome you must read it ! Oh and there’s ot7, but it’s centered on Namjoon and Suga !

Gream Reaper side story J-Hope’s one & Jungkook’s those got me shook forreal and they are sad af. I love these, so nicely written omg

I Need U!AU, I think she made one for each member, but I only read Jimin’s so far, and yeah, well, just as the Mv it is... *sobs*

Cheater, basically in this Jungkook is an asshole and Suga is the nice guy

@btschronicles : I don’t know much about the writer since I discovered this blog recently and only got to read The depth of us, which is with Jungkook who is so oblivious it hurts, literally, but I’m sure all of their stuff is nice !

@bee-tea-ass, same, I don’t really know anything about the writer I randomly found this, and damn. I’m Okay, well clearly you guessed it, it’s not okay and it’s with Jimin THIS SHIT GOT ME ON THE VERGE OF TEARS ! I love reading stuff like this when i’m already sad af !

FAVE AU’S (any genre)

@jiminniemouse‘s stripper!Jimin, surprise surprise (m)

@jungblue‘s Gryffindor!Taehyung Under the Cloak (m)

@an-exotic-writer Wolf!Suga Salvation (fluff [?]) | Photographer!Suga My muse my love (m) | cop!Hoseok Maybe | FallenAngel!Jimin fallen for you (fluff) | ChildhoodFriend/college!Taehyung mine then, mine now (fluff)

@freehoseoksdick‘s CEO!Jimin, SILK (m; fluff; angst) a must, like go read it now, beautiful serie that must be finished by the time you see this | Blackout (every genre tbh) post-apocalyptic!au

@jungkxook ZombieApocalypse!AU centered on Jungkook, to this is amazing tbh Hiraeth (m; angst)

@jungblue Purge!AU The purge not finished yet, but the 4 parts that are out are amazing !

@btssmutgalore Stripper!Jimin (well kind of) hm how did I not find about this sooner tbh like yes yes yes Sin City (m)

@perpetually-jungshook Werewolf!AU Jungkook centered I’ve been craving for supernatural AU’s and this one didn’t disappoint, sadly it isn’t finished, but you can definitely look forward to the next parts ! Without You: Bloodstone

That’s it ! I might add stuff whenever I find new ones ! ♥

#fic rec #fanfiction #recommendation #scenario #scenarios #imagine #imagines #bts #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut

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