#maybe get them done by i real piercer

[cherryatombomb]

list of aus i think fit soapghost perfectly and want to read but am too lazy/busy/whatever to write

parent ghost x teacher soap. ghost leaves the military after his nephew ends up orphaned, and ends up falling in love with his teacher, who is very dramatic and very lovely and oh god hes so cute

another alternative is where they are BOTH parents. ghost who took in his nephew, and soap who ended up with a kid one way or another. their kids end up loving eachother, so they have to keep interacting - a bit of forced proximity where they end up falling for one another

tattoo artist soap x flower shop owner ghost. soap who works across the street and works every day to see this highly tattooed and gruff man work in the flower shop. he goes in at least once a week to buy flowers (and talk to simon, of course, it's just an excuse). simon who thinks soap is annoying to begin with but begins to fall in love with him, but also WHY is he buying so many flowers?? hello??

alternatively, tattoo artist soap x piercer ghost. no i will not be elaborating (ghost with piercings is so real to me)

au where the 141 has to disband for various reasons and each member goes their own way. they try to keep in contact but life ends up getting in the way. price brings in the 141 to reunite after so many years apart, and both simon and johnny have to cope with their feelings reigniting - are they ready to let each other go after so long? probably not!

physical therapist ghost x injured soap after las almas. price has insisted he sees a physical therapist for his arm. soap initially complains until he meets the man - and now he's head over heels. when his injury begins to heal, he has to find a way to work up the courage to ask simon out (and possibly fake still being injured in order to work that courage up, hehe)

firefighter ghost x an extremely unlucky soap. a soap whos a civilian that always ends up accidentally in danger - car crash? yep. house fire? yep. it's all worthwhile when he finds the firefighter extremely handsome, even underneath that facemask... maybe he brings cookies over to the fire station, a snack to show his gratitude, and things blossom from there

medic soap x soldier ghost. soap who's there to - physically - help simon heal through his injuries several times throughout his life, after roba, then after various missions, etc. both of them end up falling in love with one another after a long amount of time... a good mixture of fluff and angst

bartender ghost x military soap. ghost who works in a bar most frequented by the military bc of its close proximity to base, and soap, who should be an annoyance, but he really does enjoy his presence the more they get to know one another.

famous soap x bodyguard ghost. im sure this has been done but oh what a good trope. fans keep theorizing over the mysterious skull man whos always at soaps side, who soap keeps smiling all fondly over. ghost whos gruff abt this dramatic man to begin with but ends up falling head over heels in love with him.

nextdoor neighbour au where soap and ghost, you guessed it, live next to eachother. maybe ghost is agoraphobic, he struggles with leaving the house - maybe he's a writer, so he never really has to - and soap moves in, runs into him a few times, and is determined to get to know him. fluff - and some angst - ensues

chance first meeting au where soap has a dog who's normally very good, but for some reason today is insisting on running up to the cute jogger he normally sees run through the park. it's love at first sight when the jogger - ghost - crouches down and offers him a treat, because apparently he keeps a whole pocket of treats just in case he sees any animals who want them. they end up running into eachother near enough every day, and begin to fall for eachother.

[girldirectionsource]

I Couldn't Write You Off If I Tried by @homosociallyyours (M, 11.4k)

Marcel is an accountant at one of the H&R Block offices in San Francisco. While she likes her job (and her life) just fine, there's no denying that it's a little bit boring and lonely.

Louis is a dancer at The Lusty Lady, a worker owned peep show in San Francisco that's not far from Marcel's office. When she sees a tweet from H&R Block's official twitter that claims to offer tax preparation help for exotic dancers, she's a little skeptical, but decides to call a local office to see if they're for real. They are-- or at least Marcel is.

Between the two of them, there's a little bit of taxes, a little bit of dancing, and a kind of chemistry that Marcel hopes is undeniable, because she's certainly not ready to write Louis off. Maybe just maybe Louis feels the same.

She Feels So Good by @comebackassholes (E, 8k)

Louis gives thanks to the gods above for bringing this woman into the shop. Louis is going to get to touch her with her own hands.

“Of course. What would you like to get done?” Louis asks.

“I wanted to get my...um...my nipples?” she asks as if the decision is up to Louis. It takes everything for Louis not to drop her jaw on the floor because. What. The. Fuck. This woman wants her nipples pierced. Her eyes instinctively trail down to the woman’s beautifully crafted breasts. - Or the one where Louis works at the local tattoo shop as a professional piercer. When Marcel walks in requesting nipple piercings, it just might be the luckiest day of her life.

Set It Up, Spin Me Round by @becomeawendybird (E, 8.9k)

When a new sex club opens up in downtown Boston, Louis decides to check it out. She's dabbled in the scene before and is always down for a good time, but she never expects to make such a strong connection with the mystery woman sitting alone at the bar.

Tease You, Please You by @homosociallyyours (E, 12.5k)

Marcy is the best assistant Louis could ever imagine having, and it’s not just because she’s good at her job, though she is. No, what really makes her the perfect fit for Louis is just how easy it is to make her blush and squirm and fall all over herself, and Louis rarely misses an opportunity to get a rise out of her. It’s not until a new drummer joins the band at the last minute, taking away some of Marcy’s time and attention, that Louis starts to wonder if there might be more to it than she’s realized. But has she already messed things up with Marcy with her teasing? There’s only one way to find out.

[obitv]

new ashe hc. she wanted piercings so bad but she couldnt go out alone and didnt want to ask fucking mark wavelength to bring her to some piercer in town so she tried to do her second lobes herself (she'd gotten her firsts done as a birthday present from her mom years ago) but she freaked out and couldnt do it. so ever since shes been wearing fake piercings and she just keeps building them up like it started with fake seconds then cuffs and then it was fake nose and lip piercings and mark NEVER fucking brings it up because hes never fully sure if theyre new like he Knows she didnt have them a couple years ago but itd be embarassing if he asked about one and she'd gotten it pierced months ago yknow?

the first person she outright tells theyre fake is william Purely bc hes like oh now im in the city i wanted to go get a proper tattoo done where do you get your piercings maybe we could both get one? and ashe has to admit she'd probably faint at the sight of any real needles and none of hers are real

[studywgabi]

Piercings

I can't remember my first, but I know it was the most common type, the one precisely in the center of my lobe, meant to hold a hoop, and done when I was a few days old. My white friends are always surprised to hear this, because they had to beg their moms for months, maybe years, and promise to do all their chores and homework. But the nurses who delivered my mom did it for her before my grandmother left the delivery room, along with that trademark mandala scar on her left arm.

My body has always been a separate entity to me, something that wouldn't have to be my fault. If I distanced myself from it, insulted it before anyone else could and made my hatred of it clear, then no one could get angry with me for the way I looked. No one could wonder if I didn't have any friends to tell me that dress made me look fat, or if my mother had never shown me how to do my makeup, or how I could possibly leave the house looking like that. I insulated myself from criticism by making sure everyone knew no matter how ugly they thought I was, I thought I was uglier. No one could say anything to me I didn't already know about myself.

I've been at war with the body all my life. Diets were my tanks, tweezers were my guns, and pain was the sweet satisfaction of a battle fiercely fought and rightfully won, a small relief from the knowledge that the war would continue tomorrow morning, and every morning after that. It was almost like a game, seeing how far I could push myself, how much I could take, how long I could keep working through exhaustion. This body has never belonged to me.

My second was my belly button, my eighteenth birthday present from my father, who nearly wept in the waiting room. Don't tell your mother, even though she has two more in her right ear from a needle and an ice cube.

I wasn't really scared of the pain. I mean, it was going to hurt, there was no getting around that. But my piercer didn't react to the hair on my stomach, to the shape of it, to the mismatched color with my face and arms. Diamonds are a girl's best friend.

My third was that bigfatbeautiful nose. I used to save up my allowance in my piggy bank to get a nose job when I was 18, and wish that somebody would beat me up or that I would have an issue breathing so that I could get free plastic surgery. I used to hope that harm would come to me so that I could be beautiful. Now, I want to decorate the part of my body I used to despise the most. I want to draw attention to it, make it the first thing people notice about me. It may not be a perfect nose, but it’s the only one I’ve got, and I’m going to take care of it from now on.

My fourth will be those thin, pale lips. My lips. My fifth? My sixth? I'll keep going until I run out of things a licensed professional is willing to pierce.

I like the pain, the reminder of what I had done that lasts for a couple of days, that they're there, my jewels, my decisions, that I am real and alive. I always feel so aware of them, so happy, so myself.

The piercings are the one and only thing to date I've done involving my body that wasn't because my parents or my therapist or a man or a magazine told me I should. It's not a revolution, it's nothing new, it's not going to save me, but god, it sure does look cool.

[ireceived-p8250000]

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Hollmae accompanied me to get my piercings done, just above my ears where the cartilage is strong. The piercer gave me an aftercare kit. Afterward, I bought some underwear and bras, and we had lunch at The Old Spaghetti House.

Hollmae's been having some problems at home. I tried to listen and advised her that her family is toxic. She's really immature and it's hard to get through to her.

Monday, October 21, 2013

I attended CompSci and completed some tasks in the computer lab. It's a really relaxed class, and our professor, Nanette, is very laid-back. We often just share stories. In English 7, we worked on an art project.

In Experimental Psych, Professor Jean already knew about me and Mansoor and thinks we are cute, so we got teased again. During our breaks, we were surrounded by classmates who asked questions, especially Meg, but I shut them down. I heard some people have crushes on him. I can't blame them. He's good-looking, smart, and a real gentleman who shies away from toxic masculinity. Despite people questioning his sexuality, he's confident in his masculinity.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

We started planning for the video with my groupmates in Abnormal Psych. The topics are getting more interesting. There was an earthquake in Cebu, and Kate, one of our classmates, was getting married there. She's nice to me and laughs at my deadpan jokes. Mansoor and I both like her.

I attended my afternoon classes and started on the reporting for Economics. There are just four of us, and Steph and I are workers, though I work in the formal economy part-time. That still counts.

There wasn't any special interaction with my History professor today. Myla and Robbie chatted with him while I focused on my experiment paper. He glanced at me from time to time.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Today was experiment day. It was fun searching for respondents and conducting experiments in the booth. During the process, I noticed a girl flirting with Mansoor. She stood too close, laughing a lot. I didn't mind; he's naturally friendly with everyone, and it’s part of what I love about him.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

I had some work to submit in the morning, so I was running late for CompSci. Abnormal Psych was once again a heavy topic. This class should be held in the evening or afternoon. Discussing psychological disorders and the darker corners of the human mind during the day feels wrong, like watching a dark series in the morning or smoking with the sunshine out. It's uncomfortable.

In Economics, we presented our reports. People asked about my work as a freelance graphic designer, but Stephanie's job as a bot chatter captured more attention.

During History class, we engaged in a small group activity, starting on Noli Me Tangere, discussing it chapter by chapter. Then I attended Ecology class. Mansoor picked me up afterward.

For the rest of the day, I focused on studies and work. I played with Ran and promised to take him to the park this Sunday, just the two of us. Mansoor wanted to come, but I told him maybe next time.

I had a really heavy period this week, and it was quite painful. During History class, I discreetly slipped a note to my professor, asking if I could leave early due to cramps.

"Namumutla ka," he said, then nodded, allowing me to leave early and go to the clinic. We weren't doing much anyway. I finished the essay, and there were only 10 minutes left until dismissal.

At the clinic, I requested a hot water bag and some mefenamic acid. The bitterness of the medicine lingered, making me nauseous. I rushed to the bathroom and vomited, the taste of bile burning my throat. I rinsed my mouth with water and lay down on one of the beds, trying to find some comfort. As I closed my eyes, exhaustion washed over me, and I drifted into a restless nap.

I woke to someone softly calling my name. Groggy and disoriented, I asked, "Why?"

"It's me. Nakalimutan mo notebook mo sa chair mo."

Opening the curtain that divided the clinic beds, I saw Sir Apollo standing there, holding my aesthetic notebook binder.

"Thank you," I said, managing a weak smile.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"Okay naman, thanks for letting me leave early."

"It's okay." I thought he was going to leave, but then his fingertips lightly grazed my forehead and cheeks. My eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t stop. His touch was tender, almost hesitant, as if he was waiting for me to respond.

"Sir," I muttered softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes?" His hands were now gently stroking my hair.

"I'm going back to my nap," I whispered, my voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

"Aalis na ako. Take care," he said softly.

I nodded, feeling a strange warmth spreading through me. My stomach, which had been cramping earlier, now fluttered with a different kind of sensation. It was a strange, funny feeling that lingered even after he left. I took a deep breath, feeling his touch as if it had imprinted on my skin, and I drifted back into sleep.

In my dreams, I saw him tying my shoes with a tender smile on his face. When I woke up later, I felt groggy and debated whether I should skip my Ecology class altogether. I texted Robbie to update me about the class or send me screenshots because I still felt unwell.

I messaged Mansoor, but he wasn’t available. They had gone somewhere for leadership training, and I missed him terribly.

[sensei-venus]

Reader loves the the tattoo Hawk is able to draw out for her. Even though she has some other tattoos it was still her first time at a new tattoo shop. But both Hawk the tattoo artist and Demetri the nice front desk and piercer where cool. They made her completely comfortable since she first walked into the shop.

The first few minutes of getting her new tattoo where a little hard. The first few minutes of getting stabbed over and over again with a few needles was never that nice. But as time ticks by and the destructing voices of the two men, she doesn’t even notice it anymore. She only feels the numbed thuds of the needles and the vibrations of Hawk’s machine against her thigh. After a while it becomes peaceful almost.

After a few hours of work her tattoo is all done, but she’s sad to leave.

Both guys are so nice, a little sarcastic and full of corny jokes but still super sweet. During the process of her getting tattooed she talks to them about all kinds of things. They ask her where she got her other tattoos, how old she was when she first started getting. Hawk said that he loved some of the pieces she already had. Some of them didn’t match his own style but he could appreciate the art behind them.

Demetri was extremely facilitated with asking her if she had ever though about getting any kinds of piercings before.

(Pry Piercer!Demetri having a whole row of ear piercings, from his bottom lobe to his high cartilage, maybe even small gages?? Maybe even a lip ring?🤭)

She tells him she has thought about it before but has never been able to make a real choice. There are so many kind of piercing to choose from. Demetri understands, explaining he had the same issue for a long time. He added to his collection of piercings ever other year. He didn’t want to be covered in them, he wanted to chose the exact spots he felt comfortable with to have pierced.

He does admit that he let Hawk do his first piercing. Just his first ear piercings. It was senior year of highschool when he bought his first ever kit, he made Hawk do it in the bathroom of school during lunch. He laughed about the fact that Hawk almost gagged a little when the first needle went though. Hawk doesn’t find the story that entertaining as he gives him a dirty looking making the two other people laugh and giggle a little bit.

After her tattoo is done she promises to come back. Hawk makes her keep that promise seeing as he would love a update/healing process picture for his IG.

Hawk and Demetri are sad when the bell of the door rings and she actually leaves. Both of them feeling like they just started to get to know the cute chubby girl. They talked about her for a few hours that day. Then shearing text messages about her, saying they missed her and they wished they had gotten her number. A few weeks go by and she doesn’t come back. Hawk feels a little defeated over the situation. Demetri is the same. After about two months of not hearing from her they both try to look passed it even though they both know they might have caught real feelings for the girl.

Month three hits and they are surprised when she walks into the shop with a huge smile, waving at Demetri who is at the front desk that day. She greets him and asks if Hawk is around, she wanted to let him get a update pic of her new tattoo.

Before he can go back to find Hawk who is in his tiny office space, she stops him and also asks if he has any availability’s open for a piercing appointment. He of course looks though his book appointments and finds a few dates open.

The whole time he’s looking though his books Reader can’t help but get a little flustered.

She can’t help but think about the piercings she wants to ask the tall boy to give her.

(Now I have a idea for a naughty little piercing fic😈🥴???)

I would sell my left tit for a coffee shop or tattoo pallor au with hawk and Demetri

Either where reader is a barista and hawk and demetri walk in and instantly are in love with her and come back everyday just to see her

Or

Tattoo parlor where hawk and demtri have a tattoo/piercing shop and reader comes in wanting a tattoo and hawk and Demetri are in love with her curves and can't hold back after a while

Ohhh tattoo parlor au! 🤩🤩

I just know that Hawk does all the tattoos and some piercings while Demetri handles the business side of thing and is certified in a lot of different piercings. I can just see them working together, Demetri managing Hawk's schedule and coming to look at what he's doing. Other times, Hawk finishes up a tattoo and goes to see Demetri piercing or doing some of the more boring work.

Then one day Reader walks into the shop and Demetri, at the front desk, is kind of taken aback by her. She's so pretty and he can't help but think he wants to pierce her 😏 and when she comes in talking about tattoos, Hawk hears her from the back and comes out to see her. Now he's hoping she ends up in his chair and he's so happy when she says she wants a tattoo.

So Hawk takes her back to look at his work and Demetri follows. As she flips through his book, they're asking questions about what she would like, where would she want it, how big. Those are reasonable questions, but the guys are asking because they just want to know. When Hawk asks to see the spot she wants to get it on, she tells him she wants it on her thigh, giggling about all the ideas she has and he tells her what he can do. All while he and Demetri are checking her out. So they set up an appointment with time with her and Hawk gets to work drawing up her idea.

The whole time he and Demetri are talking about the cute client. Demetri can't stop talking about her curves and the way every bit of her looks so squeezable; Hawk can't wait to get his hands on her, with the tattoo gun of course. As they talk, he whips up a tattoo of exactly what she wants and he finds himself excited to show it to her. He wants her to like it so much, to love it. He wants to impress her.

They make sure the schedule for the day is clear other than her appointment. Demetri and Hawk want to put all of their attention onto her, give themselves a short day and such.

So when she comes in, they show her what Hawk has and she loves it. She came prepared, wearing a pair of small shorts that show off her legs. They think she looks so cute and Hawk gets everything ready. Demetri comes in with his tablet and asks Reader if she's okay with him sitting in since it's a slow day and he just wants to get some work done. She's fine with him sitting in and they talk about their business and her other tattoos. It helps her relax for when Hawk starts tattooing and she is happy to get things going.

Demetri gets very little work done, often coming over to see how things are going or just to watch Hawk work. He's constantly asking Reader if she needs anything, too; drinks, snacks, anything. He'll get it for her and bring it to her. They're both just super sweet to her, hoping to make the experience the best so she'll come back.

I just know things escalate to flirting after a few more visits from Reader. Whether it be for more tattoos or she decides she wants some piercing, Reader comes around and the guys are more than happy with that.

But as far as escalating further, idk where to go from there 🙈 @sensei-venus help! I know you'll know how this goes 🤭

[lover-of-mine]

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[sushireads]

jungkook fic recs

this is a list of jungkook fics i’ve read and loved very much! enjoy. <3

ps. all fics with 🍙 are the ones i loved a little bit more.

2! 3! by @gimmesumsuga

smut, fluff | one shot | 3K words

The one at the end of Jungkook’s Wembley Vlive.

IDOL au

a dangerous game by @goldngguk​ 

horror | series

You were in love with him. Jeon Jeongguk was everything you’d ever dreamed of and more. He was wealthy, kind, gentle, and most importantly, he loved you dearly. You knew he would always be there for you to guide you and protect you. You’d been together for just over a year and knew he had made plans to propose to you. But you found it strange that he had never brought you home to meet his parents.

KILLER, HUNTER, YANDERE au

About Time by @yoonia

ON-GOING | 🍙, angst | series

Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?

SOULMATE, TIME LEAP, TIME TRAVEL au

ALL I WANT FOR COCKMAS by @junqkook

fluff, crack, smut | one shot | 3.6K words

you tell santa exactly what you want for christmas.

CHRISTMAS, SANTA au

Amour by @taesthetes

fluff, fantasy | one shot | 6.1K words

{{ noun // a love affair, usually secret; a lover }}

To love would be committing the greatest sin.

ANGEL, DEMON au

aurora. by @krreader​​

angst, fluff | one shot | 6K+ words

dawn comes after the darkness, and with it the promise that what has been torn by the sea is not lost. - lisa wingate 

IDOL au

baecation by @1kook

smut, fluff | one shot | 5.9K words

“Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.” He truly knew the way to your heart.

RICH, VACATION au

banana milk by @kimnjss

smut | one shot | 6.7K words

sent to the grocery store in the middle of the day, you’d never believe who you ran into in the milk aisle.

STRANGERS TO LOVERS au

bandslam by @ironicarmy​​

angst, smut | series

Cocky drummer Jeon Jungkook has never been the type to hate on anyone. But when his best friend Taehyung unexpectedly leaves the band and leaves you in his place, he can’t really blame himself when he acts with disdain towards you. Not even when there’s a prize at stake.

COLLEGE, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, ROCK BAND au

Be Mine by @staerrylights

angst, fluff, smut | one shot | 5.5K words

When the worlds of a campus’ star player and ordinary girl collide, sparks will fly.

JOCK, FUCK BOY au

Bells by @taetaesbaebaepsae

fluff | one shot | 1.6K words

SOULMATE au

bitchin’ by @kinktae

🍙, fluff, angst, smut | series

The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

—part of the rewind series

1980s, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, FRAT BOY, FAKE DATING au

black card by @minsprings

🍙, fluff, smut | two shots

a long night at another one of your obligatory high society functions has you desperate to relieve some stress with your husband jungkook, who’s been apparently hiding a kink from you for some time.

CRAZY RICH ASIANS, CEO, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, HIGH SOCIETY au

Blackjack by @kpopfanfictrash

smut | series

Bangtan is one of the most vicious mafias on the west coast. Only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed only as ‘the shadow.’ When you become indebted to the worst of the worst – how, exactly can you find a way out?

MAFIA au

caught me. by @jeongi

smut | one shot | 13.5K words

you hate your temporary roommate, jungkook and it doesn’t help that he’s been catching you at the most inconvenient of times.

ENEMIES TO LOVERS, ROOMMATE au

Crybaby by @lavishedinjimin​​

smut | two shots

dangerous love by @seulgiology

smut, light fluff | one shot | 3.7K words

MAFIA au

Departure by @nomnomsik

smut, fluff | one shot | 6.2K words

As a flight attendant for Korean Air, you’re scheduled for a thirteen-hour flight to Japan. However, things get intimate between you and your partner and co-pilot, Jeon Jungkook, when he realizes Park Jimin, the famous idol from Korea, broads the plane and blatantly flirts with you.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT, IDOL, PILOT au

Dumbo by @cinnaminsvga​

humor, smut | one shot | 17.2K words

you know what they say about boys with big noses…

{or alternatively: jungkook has a big dick but he doesn’t know how to use it, but luckily you’re there to help.}

Dynasty by @jimlingss​

angst, smut, fluff | one shot | 17.4K words

It’s no secret that the Emperor is infertile. But even so, a girl is selected every three months and brought to become his concubine in hopes of conceiving the next heir. This time, it’s you. And in order to prevent execution, Jeon Jungkook might just aid you in conception.

HISTORICAL au

Euphoria by @seokstrivia

fluff, smut, angst | one shot | 7.6K words

There was always a sign on Jungkooks’ door that said something along the lines of, ‘Warning; I am naked in here. Do not enter unless you’re ready to see a whole lot of dick.’  

or, that one roommate au where Jungkook is a cocky bastard.

ROOMMATE, SLOW BURN au

fatal attraction by @jungcock

ON-GOING | 🍙, angst, smut | series

Your dangerous ex-boyfriend comes back to haunt you in more ways than one.

SERIAL KILLER au

first time together by @httpjeon

fluff, smut, angst | one shot | 8.4K words

you never thought you’d fall for the charms of jeon jungkook, the campus heartthrob, play boy, and fuck boy.

—part of the together series

COLLEGE, FUCK BOY au

flesh and blood by @kinktae

fluff, smut | series

You are living in a society that is just now picking up the scraps that the Great Outbreak left behind after the government killed off the majority of the zombies. Still, some remain, and fear still lies within society’s walls. So imagine your surprise when the very thing you’ve been taught to fear ends up saving your life, showing you that maybe two beating hearts aren’t always required when it comes to love.

ZOMBIE au

For science by @boymeetsweevil

fluff, smut | series 

Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.

NERD au

Game Over by @gukgalore

smut, fluff | one shot | 5K words

You try your hand at a certain TikTok trend using your boyfriend.

DOMESTIC COUPLE au

Head in the Clouds by @taequois​​

one shot | 3.7K words

You were the third wheel for your best friend’s date but why was Jeon Jungkook kissing you instead? 

YANDERE au

Hellblazer by @jungkookiebus

smut, fantasy | series

“Few people really think about dying… paranoids worry about it without really understanding it. Victims of fatal accidents and murder don’t have time to think. You only really think about it if you take the time to. And you only take the time if you know it’s going to happen.” -John Constantine, Dangerous Habits Pt. 1: The Beginning of the End, Issue #41.

CONSTANTINE, DEMON au

HIDDEN STARS by @jungblue

angst, smut | series

It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated.

IDOL au

Hiraeth by @darlingwoes

smut, angst, fluff | series

Hiraeth: A longing for a home you can’t return to, or that never was.

It was confusing, the whole ordeal was. But no matter how many times you told yourself to go back, he was always there, taunting you to stay.

ROYALTY, TIME TRAVEL au

His Name by @jimlingss

🍙, angst | series

Jeon Jungkook is a puzzle with too many missing pieces from his past and too many sides. Somehow, it’s become your job to solve him.

MULTIPLE PERSONALITY au

i wish i missed my ex by @angelguk

smut, fluff, angst | one shot | 18K words

COLLEGE, FAKE DATING, FRIENDS TO LOVERS au

It Ain’t Me by @inferno-loop​​

angst | series

industrial by @taendrils​

fluff, smut | one shot | 8.1K words

❝there are lines you shouldn’t cross, things you shouldn’t touch and skin you shouldn’t mark when your hands are missing your gloves.❞

PIERCER au

Jeon Jungkook Must Die by @tayegi

smut | one shot | 14K words

Jungkook is Typing... by @glassbangtan

mild smut, angst, fluff | one shot | 21.1K words

You and Jungkook met online when you were only fourteen years old. Neither of you thought meeting up would be a possibility, until you’re hired as Big Hit’s new editor.

IDOL au

Killjoy by @taequois​​

smut | one shot | 9.3K words

You thought you’re trapped in the lion’s den when Jungkook kidnaps you. But he’s no lion and unfortunately for him, you weren’t a mouse either.

YANDERE au

Laundry Fairy by @bulletproofbirdy

fluff, smut | one shot | 3.5K words

You wake on Saturday to find that your boyfriend has cleaned your apartment and done your laundry–shenanigans ensue with the help of the spin cycle.

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP au

love alive by @jamaisjoons

angst, fluff, smut | one shot | 17K words

a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party.

���part of the mixtape series

EXES, POST-BREAKUP au

Making of a lover by @smileyoongle​

angst | one shot | 2.4K words

CHEATING, YANDERE au

mask by @onherwings

🍙, angst, fluff, smut | one shot | 32.1K words

Perhaps you signed up for more than you expected when you agreed to pretend you were just Jungkook’s roommate when his (female) childhood friend comes to visit.

BOYFRIEND, COLLEGE au

mastur-bait by @kookswife​​

🍙, smut, fluff, humor | two shots

you drunkenly touch yourself in front of your neighbour, hoping he’ll take notice. you can’t help but do a double take when he actually does.

—part of The Connotation trilogy

BAD BOY au

Meeting their soulmate for the first time by @sunyoonandstars

🍙, fluff | one shot | 2.1K words

Jungkook is driven by the desire to, one day, meet his soulmate. However, he had not imagined it to happen so soon …

“Jungkook’s eyes met yours only for a brief moment. Still, this split second was all it took to send a surge of thrilling heat through his entire body, the intensity of your gaze leaving every last fiber of his being vibrating and his veins tingling with what felt like a million of tiny electric shocks. He could have sworn his heart literally skipped a beat. Or two. At least. Because those eyes weren’t just any eyes. They were the eyes. The eyes which had been haunting his dreams …”

IDOL, SOULMATE au

melomaniac. by @jeonscript

smut | one shot | 13K words

you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because he’s supposed to be your best friend and nothing more. worst part of it all is that you know he’s in love with you too.

BAND, FRIENDS TO LOVERS, PUNK au

Mind in the Gutter by @kpopfanfictrash

smut, fluff, humor | one shot | 18K words

Starting over is never fun. Especially not when you decide to take the phrase fully to heart; new job, new city, new coworkers and new relationships. When you are dragged to a happy hour by your new co-worker, Taehyung, you end up sitting beside a (very) cute, (very) shy IT worker named Jungkook. Several drinks later, he mentions he is in a professional bowling league with his friends and you rather enthusiastically invite yourself along. As time passes and you begin to grow closer, you still find it impossible to read Jungkook. Working in the same company and seeing each other so often, it is only so long before one of you snaps. But who?

BOWLING, WORKPLACE au

more than friends by @matchakoo​

smut, angst, tiny fluff | two shots

you and jungkook have been roommates and close friends for a couple years, and you’re oblivious to the fact that the only reason why he hates your recent fuck-buddy is because he has the fattest crush on you.

ROOMMATE au

morning rush. by @atdawnsuga

smut | one shot | 3.2K words

You develop a strange relationship with the boy you share your morning commute with.  

COLLEGE au

Movin’ by @mygsii

smut | one shot | 3.9K words

you’re moving to a new place and have called up some movers to help. you didn’t expect to find one of them extremely attractive, nor did you expect to have him all over you as soon as break time rolled around.

MOVER au

Mutual by @seokjxnnie​​

smut | one shot | 2.7K words

Your boss was always talking about how her son would be perfect for you, promising that he was going to the staff holiday party. He turned out to be the hook up that happened a couple months ago, who you kept around for some good dick.

OFFICE au

My Type by @shadowsremedy​​

smut | one shot | 6K words

Never judge a book by its cover.

COLLEGE au

neighbour by @imagniation​​

fluff, smut | one shot | 4K words

‘you think I can afford a plumber?’ your endearing neighbour jeongguk has magic hands that fix toilets and make you orgasm.

NEIGHBOURS au

one thing right by @hobios

🍙, fluff, angst, smut | series

“i’ve been wrong about a million times, but i’ve got one thing right.”

or, desperate to get your ailing mother into the best care possible, you ask your childhood friend turned enemy to marry you for his health insurance benefits. the only problem is it’s illegal. and he’s the sheriff. and you swore to hate him since the day he broke your best friend’s heart.

ENEMIES TO LOVERS, FAKE MARRIAGE, SHERIFF, SLOW BURN au

One Year, My Love by @hayjeon

🍙, angst, fluff, smut | two shots 

You forge a marriage contract with the strangely speaking man who suddenly stumbled into your town with memory loss, but little do you know that he’s actually the lost Crown Prince, and a lot can happen between a married man and woman in one year.

FAKE MARRIAGE, ROYALTY au

Orange Tulips by @kainks

angst, fluff, light smut | one shot | 10.2K words

You’d remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he’d never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time.

REINCARNATION, SOULMATE au

Pay by Play by @yoonia

smut | one shot | 3.6K words

—part of @bangtansmutcentral‘s Made With Love Project

CAM BOY au

Pen Pal by @chinkbihh

angst | series

As a lonely person, the idea of exchanging letters with someone apart from society was actually quite appealing to you.  In a random act of charity and desperation, you sign up for a pen pal and get paired up with an inmate named Jungkook.  The letters were meant to help him cope with prison life, but little did anyone know it was actually driving him more mad.  

PRISONER, SERIAL KILLER, YANDERE au

Piss Off Your Parents by @littlemisskookie

smut | one shot | 16.4K words

In an effort to piss off your parents you move in with their worst nightmare- a boy with tattoos, a rock band, and an irresistible charm.

BAD BOY, FAKE DATING, RICH, ROOMMATE au

Play Pretend by @seokoloqy

smut, angst | one shot | 8.6K words

walking under ladders, splitting the pole, breaking mirrors, going near black cats—just to name a few things Jeon Jungkook doesn’t do before his soccer games.

And after Jungkook catches his girlfriend cheating on him, he’s going to need a little more than luck to get her back. He needs you.

FAKE DATING, FRIENDS TO LOVERS, SOCCER PLAYER au

Quarter Quell by @chinkbihh

ON-GOING | 🍙 | series

Every 25 years there is a Quarter Quell edition of the Hunger Games. Quells mark the anniversaries of the districts’ defeat by the Capitol, and include special celebrations. The Games involves some sort of twist that makes them even more disastrous or difficult to compete in, or watch.

HUNGER GAMES, YANDERE au

Redolent by @baeseoul

ON-GOING | angst, smut | series

You and Jungkook have a past, but the biggest mistake of his life has him losing you in every way. It isn’t until the smell of the unique combination of vanilla and pear blossom for the first time in over a year reminds him of you and your endearing candle obsession that he’s forced to reminisce about what he had, and what he lost. He wants to reconcile, but what if you’re doing just fine without him?

INDIE ROCKER, MUSICIAN au

Rigor Mortis by @readyplayerhobi

smut, angst, horror, fluff | one shot | 28.5K words

A night out at a bar results in you going home with a young and attractive police officer. But if you think the night was something to remember, that’s nothing compared to waking up to find a zombie outbreak in the city. A chance encounter with Officer Jeon leads to him helping you escape from the plague infested city.

POLICE OFFICER, ZOMBIE au

ROTTENFOLK by @junqkook

🍙, smut, fantasy | one shot (in dire need of a part two though!!!) | 13.5K words

a look was as hazardous as chemicals, a kiss as perilous as poison; his eyes and lips felt akin to a cure, but he was purely venom.

—part of BTS Smut Club’s The Heatwave Project

FAIRIE, ROYALTY au

roulette. by @taesthetes

light fluff, angst | one shot | 1.2K words

noun : a gambling game of chance.

he loves me, click, he loves me not, bang.

ASSASSIN, MAFIA au

Ruin the Dress... Shirt by @fortunexkookie

smut, fluff | one shot | 4.8K words

What could possibly go wrong during a romantic Valentine’s Day dinner with your brand new boyfriend? Let’s be honest, you shouldn’t have even asked.

NEW RELATIONSHIP au

Scum’s Wish by @bobagukk

angst, smut | one shot | 4.8K words

Secret Slut by @jeonsweetpea

🍙, smut | two shots

Jungkook accidentally gifts you, his boss, a sex toy for Secret Santa.

ASSISTANT, CEO au

skype sex by @floralseokjin​​

smut, fluff | one shot | 2.9K words

—part of the first love, last love drabble series

CYBER SEX au

Somnolent by @forgottenpasta

fluff | one shot | 3.5K words

After spending one night in bed with you, Jeongguk finds out he is unable to sleep unless you’re sleeping with him.

ROOMMATE au

Sprout by @hugseoks

fluff, crack | one shot | 1.2K words

After a nice evening out with your friends, you find yourself coming home to your sleeping toddler and the new hairstyle she had tried on your husband.

DAD, HUSBAND au

stand-in by @gvksp4ce

angst, smut, fluff | one shot | 10K words

frat parties always suck to a certain degree, especially when you walk in on your best friend’s partner nailing your own boyfriend on said buddy’s bed. However, drowning in self-pity was not on Jeon’s watch.

COLLEGE, FAKE DATING, FRIENDS TO LOVERS au

strawberry lips by @personasintro

fluff | drabble | 2.8K words

it’s not your fault your professor is extremely young and oh, so hot

PROFESSOR au

Summer Solstice by @brokenspinez​​

smut | one shot | 6K words

Down on your luck and desperate for a successful harvest, you pray to the gods. You figure no one in heaven was listening to your prayers when nothing happens immediately. But one fateful night, your prayers are answered. Are you willing to pay the price? The sacrifice might not be what you were expecting….

GOD au

Tangsuyuk Love by @full-of-jams​​

fluff, smut | one shot | 11.5K words

College student Jungkook flirts with a customer who always orders take-out tangsuyuk at his part-time job. Meanwhile he’s miserably trying not to fail his Math class, while hiding his ever-growing crush on you.

COLLEGE, FRIENDS TO LOVERS au

tell me no lies by @jeongi

angst, smut, minimal fluff | one shot | 15.1K words

You chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him.

—part of BTS Smut Club's Under Fire Summer Project

CEO, CRIMINAL, ROBBERS au

the beast hidden inside by @harvcore​​

smut | one shot | 1.5K words

never come home smelling like another man, especially when it’s mating season.

or 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬…

ALPHA au

the best part of me is you by @yourdelights

fluff, smut, angst | one shot | 9K words

Having been best friends since childhood, you’re an expert in all things Jungkook. You know everything about him, from how he took his coffee to the sound of his laugh after a successful prank. There was no part of him that you didn’t know like the back of your hand, or so you thought. Your view on things gets a bit skewed after discovering the one secret Jungkook had kept from you: he’s a camboy.

BEST FRIEND, CAM BOY au

the coffee shop contract by @gukyi

fluff | one shot | 18K words

apparently, having an instagram profile with a different girl in every picture is reason enough for your friends to strike up a deal where they’ll pay you to have a relationship. well, jeon jungkook’s no good at relationships, but a fake relationship isn’t a real relationship. is it?

COLLEGE, FAKE DATING au

the engagement by @virgoknj

angst | drabble | 3.4K words

in where your ex jungkook appears at your engagement party

EXES au

the jeon twins by @krreader

fluff, angst | one shot | 3.2K words

jk thought he was doing this for his twin’s good. falling in love with you while pretending to be kookie was never something he planned on doing and he hated himself for it.

COLLEGE, TWINS au

The Jorts by @gukslut​

fluff, smut | one shot | 6.5K words

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP au

the sea & the storm by @jamaisjoons

angst, fluff, smut | one shot | 20K words

the sea is a powerful mistress. she is calm and beautiful. she is mysterious and alluring. she is a force to be reckoned with. above all, however, she is lonely. until she meets him.

—part of the Fantastical Stories for Curious Souls collaboration

SEA SPIRIT au

the train of lost souls by @inktae

angst, fantasy, fluff | one shot | 13.6K words

The moment you step inside the train, you are given two options.

You can choose to live, to be given a second and a last chance in life, in exchange for your memories and your previous existence. You can choose to be alive again, but it can only be an entirely new life. Everyone you’ve ever crossed paths with would forget your name. All the pain and the love you knew, all the ups and downs that made you hurt and made you smile — all of it, completely gone.

Or you can choose to move on, to give your life away while keeping your memories until the end of time. To step out of the world of the living and to embrace a new kind of loneliness, but with the warmth of your past always safe between your cold hands.

You are dead, but it’s up to you to do something about it.

The choice is solely yours.

The Truth About Forever by @thedefinitionofbts

romance, implied smut, angst | one shot | 6.3K words

There are a lot of things you know. You knew the water in the lake was the clearest, most fresh tasting in the world and that lavender hyacinth graced every hillside, peeking through patches of wild grass and forest green shrubbery. You knew the weather was pleasant enough and the air clean enough even for someone with a body as weak as yours to sleep peacefully under clear moonlit nights. You know a lot of things, but there was one thing you didn’t know…  

“Jungkook and Y/N forever…” Seokjin reads the little inscription on the corner. “Hey, this person even has the same name as you, how weird.”

SLICE OF LIFE au

the universe of us. by @taesthetes

🍙, fluff, angst, fantasy | one shot | 21.1K words

nefelibata : (noun) lit. “cloud-walker”; the one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams

The story of Icarus tells of a naive being who loved the sun and flew too close, leading to his untimely descent into the ocean. But what the tale didn’t speak of was how the sun and the moon fell in love with him, too. And with the pull of the tides due to the attraction of the sun and the moon, he tosses and turns, torn between two entities.

So if Kim Taehyung embodies the sun, then Jeon Jungkook is the moon.

And you are Icarus.

DREAM, SLICE OF LIFE au

The Virgin Volume by @kpopfanfictrash​

smut, angst | two shots

The year? Some point after college. The occasion? Namjoon is getting married and the Rich Man’s Crochet Club has convened once again. Somewhere between the drinks and the laughter, everyone has the same realization: Jungkook has never been in a serious relationship. In the name of all that is holy (Overwatch and booze), the club’s mission is revived. Now though, their goal is much more perilous. Now, they aim to find Jeon Jungkook a girlfriend.

—part of The Rich Man’s Crochet Club series

COLLEGE, FRIENDS O LOVERS, VIRGIN au

the wedding planners by @gukyi

fluff, light smut, light angst | one shot | 28K words

jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly jeon jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding.

and then, as if your life couldn’t get any shittier, you make the poor decision of sleeping with him on the first day of the job.

ENEMIES TO LOVERS, WEDDING au

through the night by @nightbts

ON-GOING | 🍙, fluff, angst | series

IDOL au

Travel Diary by @nitaescence

fluff | one shot | 2.5K words

BOYFRIEND, VLOGGER au

way down in bed stuy by @minstrivia

smut, light angst | one shot | 5K+ words

as a final farewell you fuck your sister’s unbelievably attractive knave boyfriend that you definitely do not have feelings for…again.

CHEATING au

Welcome to the Underworld (AO3 Link) by @spookitokki

fluff, smut, fantasy | one shot | 9.6K words

In a dark little second-hand shop downtown, stuffed in an alleyway you only stumbled into because you were lost, you found a charming antique radio. When you turned it on, it began to play what would become your favorite radio show, “Welcome to the Underworld”

DEMON, RADIO SHOW HOST au

youngblood by @jinitude

smut | one shot | 14.6K words

“I don’t care if he’s got the potential to be the next big thing. I’m done trying to chase a story that doesn’t exist. The kid is a wet leaf left on the curb to dry and crumble into pieces the next day. You’re going to send me to five of his concerts and I can already tell you how each one is going to go. He’s a wannabe bad boy who jizzes his pants when he sees a girl looking at him. Assign me someone else.”

ENEMIES TO LOVERS, JOURNALIST, ROCK STAR au

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In all these years that came to pass, Dan Feng had set a camp of researches to monitor the region. The man was convinced that something could have happened beyond their explanations, merely because he didn’t want to accept Yingxing’s sudden demise. Many times, he would sit himself in front of Yingxing’s grave and wonder if he had gone insane, if the mara was finally affecting the Vidyadhara as well. Maybe this was another type of madness, one that Yaoshi had nothing to do with, and instead was Long’s curse.

But his obsession paid off somehow. The moment in which imaginary energy starts to concentrate in an area nearby, Dan Feng instantly gets up. He’s secure in himself and knows he can handle most incoming battles, what doesn’t mean he will simply allow unknown energy to gather suddenly and not be ready to stop it if its purpose is destruction. Not here, in this site that should be preserved for more investigation. (Although he must admit that the scientists of the Luofu already said there isn’t anything else to be investigated. He had requested scientists from the Yaoqing instead.)

Once the fissure grew steadily until it took the format of a rift, Dan Feng summoned Cloud Piercer. Many things could come out of special fissures; however, this one seems to be forcibly opened. The way imaginary energy condenses around the atmosphere reminds Dan Feng of the residual energy he could feel when he got at the destroyed camp, and the man can’t help but hope that maybe it can be Yingxing coming back home. However, it could also be something or someone else, and for that, Cloud Piercer is ready.

What he did not expect was a version of himself suddenly popping out of the rift. Teal eyes widen with surprise, cloudhymn gathering around his spear and ready to fire. The other doesn’t seem to have much time, for he goes to the point rather quickly— until he stops to cast a gaze at Yingxing’s tomb. That’s the moment in which Dan Feng knows: he feels the same thing as I do. But this person doesn’t seem to be from this universe; as emanator of Long, Dan Feng can easily notice how the particles around the rift conjure distortions in time and space. Is it a different version of himself, then? He doesn’t look much different by appearance or speech, so it’s hard to discern which point in time this Dan Feng in front of him comes from.

But the High Elder is attentive to the words given to him, and that hope within his chest just doesn’t stop growing. He wants to will it down, else he will be disappointed in the end, but he just can’t, and his eyes dart to and fro the portal. That’s why he can see Yingxing, his Yingxing, crossing the portal. For a moment Dan Feng wants to pinch himself to see if this is true, but instead, he throws water at the both of them; if this is an illusion, he’s not going to be fooled easily.

It turns out that they are not, in fact, an illusion. Both Dan Feng and Yingxing get very much wet from the sudden attack, although by the mere change of this not being all a deceptive lie, Dan Feng hadn’t added any real attack to his action. Everything seems to zero around Yingxing once this discovery is done. Dan Feng leaps forward, Cloud Piercer still in hand, and wraps his arms around the wet man, not caring that his own clothes were going to be wet as well. First, he hugs the man close, listening to his breathing and heartbeat. Then he pulls away slightly, tail coming to wrap itself around one of Yingxing’s legs as it used to in the past. Both hands cup Yingxing’s face, that man still taller than Dan Feng, what doesn’t stop the High Elder from just looking at him. “Are you really here, or am I finally gone mad?”

@xianzhou-craftsman | Dan Feng x Yingxing

After two years, she came to sit with him in front of a grave. She had said, “you did all what you could have done, Dan Feng. It’s time to let him rest.”

He, of course, did not.

Many people were affected by the explosion that happened in a sudden attack. The vanguard was busy with an attack, which drove Jing Yuan into insanity afterwards, because the troops attacking their back weren’t accounted in the reports they had. Jing Yuan was meticulous and perfectionist when it comes to his strategies, and he would, without exception, keep all odds within his mind. Dan Feng trusted his life to him, and so did the others. It’s certain that the one most blaming himself for the accident is Jing Yuan, yet Dan Feng doesn’t have in himself the mind to go keep the boy company. Not when he’s so busy spending money in research to discover all kinds of hints he would be able to extract from the fight scene.

No survivors means that no testimony was left behind, except that no trace of Yingxing was found. Each and every soldier listed to come along in the mission was found at some point, even if only a few parts of their bones were left. Except Yingxing.

The fact that only Yingxing wasn’t found had opened some kind of obsession in Dan Feng, that perhaps something else happened and Yingxing was still alive. Jing Yuan joined him in this search for a possible prisoner of war that resembled Yingxing— but five years later, no updates were discovered.

They just had hopes, and nothing else. They could only sit back and wait the days pass by. Of course, this also made the Quintet all the fiercer. Jing Yuan’s strategies were set to eradicate the borisin, and Dan Feng’s power grew to full usage of Long’s. He has always had affinity with cloudhymn, but it needed the sea of the Vidyadhara to work properly— that was before Dan Feng became so ruthless. Now, he can manipulate all waters, not only the Original Sea. He had become a true Emanator of Permanence in his search for Yingxing.

Still, nothing was found.

“Thought I’d find you here,” Baiheng had said a few hours ago. She came to the site where the explosion happened ten years ago, where the grave set for Yingxing was still there— empty as it is. They had decided to keep Yingxing’s grave here for memorial purposes, because they all knew that in the moment that Yingxing’s body was found, Dan Feng would move it to the Zhuming. “It’s been ten years already…” she comments nonchalantly, sighing. What she doesn’t say is, ‘and you and Jing Yuan still cling to the possibility of finding him again.’ Not like she has to, anyways; Dan Feng can hear it in her voice. Baiheng might have been the one to suffer the most, because although she accepted Yingxing’s mortality and was ready to lose him, she never expected it to be this… sudden.

They drink on Yingxing’s memory, and Baiheng leaves Dan Feng alone once more. There, with Yingxing’s grave, Dan Feng watches the moon and drinks a bit more. Like how he used to do with Yingxing back in the time he was still at his side.

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Tattoo Shop AU - a quick, practical guide for writers

Guest Post by lebanon-hangover

lebanon-hangover said: this is based on my personal experience with the industry only, so depending on the era and country you are portraying, it may not be 100% accurate for your setting.

Hygiene

It may not be obvious at first glance, but most tattooists are clean freaks. We work with human blood every day, and we get clients from all ages, ethnic and social economic backgrounds, with all sorts of medical conditions.

We usually mop frequently, bleach the sinks, wipe down everything, and use cling film or bags to wrap everything. I mean fucking everything. We also scrub in, and sanitise the area on the person we work on.

Needles are collected in a sharps bin, and handled very carefully. Medical waste goes in yellow bags, and both are collected by a professional service.

Used ink caps may look full, but the ink gets diluted by blood. Like you dip the inky needle into the person, but you also dip the person’s blood into your ink. These are medical waste too.

Cleaning up must be done promptly after the session. Bin everything disposable, put things through the ultrasonic and the autoclave, and sanitise the area. We may take machines apart, but more for maintenance than cleaning, sometimes we swap parts in them too.

We have two sinks, one for hand washing, one for cleaning.

All inks and needles have use by dates.

The internal dynamics of a studio

Depending on the country, some tattoo shops tend to have ties to biker gangs, and some of those internal dynamics and unwritten rules are often present.

There’s a pecking order and it’s dead serious. Basically the longer you’ve been in a shop, the higher ‘rank’ you are, you get the better positioned stations, first pick of walk-ins, etc (Unless the client is asking for someone by name). Regardless of your actual experience in the industry, like if you move into your old apprentice’s shop, they are still senior to you. If the owner or their partner is an artist, obviously they are on top of the chain by default.

We are self employed, but we have a boss. You are only making money if you are working, but you still have set work hours.

We get paid by the clients, and we pay the studio a cut. In return, there are some items provided by them, and some we buy for ourselves. Usually the chairs, tattoo beds, gloves, cleaning products, clip cord covers, masks, aprons, ink caps, vaseline, green soap, and some basic ink is provided by the shop. We buy our own machines, arm rests, stations, pedals, power supplies, clipcords, tips and grips, needles, special colours, stencil fluid…these are a personal preference, and often depend on the artists’ style.

We totally ask to try out each other’s equipment sometimes, or ask for a certain type of needle if we ran out.

The receptionist is usually just one of us, maybe a piercer, but it also can be a hired person in top studios.

The apprentice in the traditional system is often mistreated, and they have to pay for their education, have to be there multiple days a week and don’t make any money. It’s kind of like a tear them down, build them back up again thing to see if they are really serious about the job. Times are slowly changing, but 99% of them will always need a second job. Most of them are working as bar staff.

When you open a new studio, you must visit all the existing local ones and introduce yourself, otherwise you may get a brick through the window. Otherwise there’s not much beef among individual artists, they are often friends, go to conventions together and party after, etc.

The Artists

Tattooing is a fairly physical job, stretching skin is very important. We have to also keep our clients safely still, so we often use positions to pin them down a bit. Sometimes you hit a reflex point on the foot or under a knee, and you don’t want to get kicked. Sometimes you have to pull away super fast, cos they are sneezing, yawning or giggling.

Most tattooists drink a lot of coffee, tea or energy drinks.

Some people are all rounders, some have specific styles, but we recognise each other’s art styles. Sometimes we delegate work to each other, if we think our coworkers style fits the concept better. For example if there’s a person who does script well, we give them those projects.

We don’t like when people come in with designs from other artists. Art theft is frowned upon, and we work best with our own drawings.

Most apprentices practice on their own legs, and sometimes we tattoo each other when it’s quiet. Most people have cover ups, or bad pieces from their early days. The artists’ own tattoos sometimes are in a different style than what they do, but we like to collect ink from friends or colleagues we admire.

In the first 1-2 years one is an apprentice, then junior artist. At 5-8 years of tattooing, you have earned your stripes and are considered an experienced artist.

Conventions are really fun, but can be stressful. You can make good money working at one, and sometimes get awarded for it too. We can also spend a lot at a convention.

Sometimes we poke our fingers by accident, and it’s a scary thing. Good case scenario is just some random dots on your fingers. Let’s not go into the bad case scenario.

We do guest spots sometimes, just to meet new clients, and change it up a bit.

We spend a lot of time drawing up things, and designs are meant to fall on specific muscles, stretch with the skin a certain way, so they are tailored to the body proportions of the client. A good tattoo is also an optical illusion, complimenting the body shape.

Social media presence is like a second job, you need good photos, and you need to market yourself.

Tattoo ink does not wash out, so some stains are inevitable when pouring it out. Those ink bottles get stuck so easily, and we wrestle them a lot. We try to avoid it, but wearing all dark colours is a thing for a reason.

The Clients

Tattooists need to have a good ‘bedside manners’ too. We get nervous or self conscious people, and we are told personal things during long sessions. For example scar coverups and memorial pieces can be very emotional.

We have pretty good poker faces and first aid trainings. People can faint, get shaky, throw up, some have seizures, have b.o., get sweaty, etc the same way as at a blood donation event? It’s no big deal really. We sit them down, give them some water and some sugar, and re-book them if necessary. Most artists keep some wet wipes, mouth wash, deodorant, sweets, maybe even some clean clothes at work, just in case.

If someone comes in with a wild idea for a jobstopper, we would sit down and have a long talk. If they haven’t got many tattoos, we usually try to stir them towards more safe choices, offering them creative ideas. It’s like those jedi mind tricks sometimes.

If someone is undecided, we show them our own hand drawn flash sheets. Once its gone, its gone tho, we don’t use the designs twice.

Pinterest is full of photoshopped fake tattoos, some that won’t even work as real ink. Many people also touch up their work digitally on photos, so some clients have really unrealistic expectations.

We can totally tell if someone is intoxicated or hangover. It thins the blood, and they bleed out the ink, and it’s super annoying. if it’s bad, they will be sent home and rebooked.

Some folks are self conscious about body hair, their size, stretch marks and scars. Chances are, we have seen similar, and we aren’t bothered by it, because it’s work. Surgery scars, scars from accidents, self harm scars, burns, we see it all the time. We shave some really hairy dudes all the time girl, your legs are fine. Seriously. If something makes tattooing you dangerous we will tell you.

Fit, muscular people are harder to tattoo because they are really firm. Its a workout for us.

Everyone gets midnight messages about the aftercare from nervous clients, and drunken booty calls about getting inked right at this second. We have copy paste replies…

We get creeps sometimes. Stalking, weird conversations, tmi info dumps etc.

Other things to include (for fun, or for plot reasons)

We sometimes have those “oh fuck” moments. We all do, but mistakes can be fixed, and we play it cool.

Tattooing takes time. Usually 30 minutes to multiple sessions though years and years.

Healing tattoos takes about 2-4ish weeks, and your characters shouldn’t go roll around in dirt, sunbathe, swim, pick at the scabs. Nasty infections, and messed up tattoos would be the results.

If you have a strong immune system, and you get a lot of work done in one sitting, you may get a brief bit of a temperature. It’s normal, and will go away.

Its a lot easier to get seriously drunk after getting a tattoo. Be careful.

We sometimes draw on each other for practice with our marker pens.

Tattoos are inside the skin, not on top of it. Imagine a low opacity, skin toned layer over the ink, adding to the healed tattoos’ colour. Please stop making your characters skin fully transparent.

Heavy blackwork and palms are done in multiple sessions.

You can’t cover up moles, because if they develop skin cancer, the dermatologist can’t see the signs.

There’s a stereotype about piercers having blacked out sleeves.

Stencil fluid looks just like cum.

You get that annoying itch on your face when you scrubbed in, put on gloves and finally ready to go.

Some artists have a strong preference for coil or rotary machines, and they bicker about it a lot. Coils are louder, more punchy, and more traditional, perfect for lineart. They can be customised, and they last forever. They are also called glorified doorbells by people who prefer rotaries. Rotary machines are smoother, lighter, and often use needles that are pulled back into the cartridges for safety. They are better for shading and delicate line work. Older tattooists often say they are dildo or butt plug shaped, overly delicate and are for “soft millennials” only.

Every artist owns like 5 to 20 machines, and they have specific machine builders they are loyal to.

The “which cable is broken and cutting out” guessing game. Clip cords and pedal cables get worn out easily, and that results in your machine running really jerky.

Walk-in always show up 10 minutes before closing.

We often look quite silly at work. Sleeves rolled up, folks use all sorts of plastic ppe, headlamps, and we tie up our hair. Add couple of purple smears from carbon paper, and we aren’t scary at all.

[aliteama]

✿ Scenarios ✿

Itadori Yuji / Fushiguro Megumi / Inumaki Toge

✿ Getting a piercing with them

A/N: If people actually like this maybe I’ll make another one with more body piercings (o^^o)

Itadori Yuji

✿ Yuji would most definitely pierce his ears with you but he’ll get a little scared of the gun so hold his hand and make sure to count from three to prepare him.

✿ Just a normal lobe piercing but he’ll only get one ear done and then insist you wear the matching earring in the other ear.

✿ He’s one of those people to dread getting a hole in their ear but then falls in love with the piercing and plans on getting more.

✿ Itadori thinks that whenever you clean your piercing it’ll hurt so he insists you clean them for him while he sits there with his eyes shut.

✿ Forgets about it the next day and goes to scratch his ear only to tug on the earring and start tearing up because it hurt.

✿ “Is it going to hurt?”

“It’s just a little pinch” 

Reaching out to tug on his ear you closed your finger tips against the skin and got a yelp of pain out of him. Tears welling in the corner of his eyes from the fresh pain, the flesh tingling and blood rushing to his ear.

“That hurt!” reaching up tp cup his ear he chewed on his lower lip and glared at you.

“Don’t be a baby! It’ll be real fast” 

Dragging him to the raised chair you laced your hand with his calloused one and gave him a reassuring squeeze while the worker put rubbing alcohol on his ear. Clamping his eyes tightly and hearing out for your countdown you went from one to three. The gun pierced his skin on the second count but Itadori was so focused on keeping his eyes shut that he hadn’t registered the pain.

“Your done!”

“Huh? Really? Wow, your pinch hurts way more than this!”

Looking into the mirror and admiring the dark gem in his ear he pushed back a strand of your to fiddle with the matching one in your ear. Pushing his cheek to yours he grinned, “We can finally match!”

Fushiguro Megumi

✿ I like to think he already has a lobe piercing but kept forgetting to put the earring in so it eventually closed.

✿ Get’s a helix and a tragus and swears he didn’t cry but the redness in his eyes say otherwise.

✿ Couldn’t sleep on his side for weeks and made you sleep face up so he could rest on your chest because he swears that’s the only sleeping position that didn’t hurt.

✿ Fushiguro gets the two of you matching dog earrings, you have a white one and he has the black one.

✿ Tried to wear a chain connecting from the helix to the lobe but his hair kept getting caught in it.

✿ Pushing his head further into your chest Fushiguro groaned at the throbbing pain in his ear, the skin still sensitive from when the gun pierced him.

“It still hurts! I’ll take it out for just a second”

“If you take it out you’ll never put it back in”

Another groan left his lips at your statement, he was annoyed because it was true. Reaching a hand out to tug at his ear he gave you puppy dog eyes, “How about... you take it out then remind me to put it back in?”

“No!”

Pushing his head back onto your chest you parted his hair away from his ear and touched the aching piercing gently with cold fingers, “Is that better? We can always disinfect again”

“Much better. Can we clean them when I wake up?”

“Of course Gumi”

Curling up further into your touch Fushiguro finally let his eyes shut, he’d totally be taking these piercings out when he wakes up.

Inumaki Toge

✿ If it weren’t for the seals adorning his tongue he would definitely get a piercing there but he’s too scared to cause harm to his mouth.

✿ Inumaki would get a nape piercing but its not like anyone would see it because of the collar, would probably start wearing regular t-shirts with a mask so you can see the piercing. 

✿ Would also get an industrial bar and an orbital, maybe even an eyebrow piercing or a bridge piercing.

✿ Inumaki probably had a bad experience with a piercer once so he went home that day and asked you to do it for him, they were uneven and the ice burned his skin but he’d ask you to do it again.

✿ Ordered you a gun on amazon so you can actually give him at home piercings too, let him shoot a hole through your ear and he’ll have the biggest grin on his face for a week.

✿ Wiping down the needle with alcohol he watched you come back into the room ice cube in hand and a rag in the other. Holding the needle to the light he picked up the onigiri shaped earring you had gifted him.

“Are you sure you want me to do it Toge?”

“Salmon!”

Moving forward to face you Inumaki brushed the longer strands of his hair away from his ear so you can start numbing it with the ice, he had insisted he mark the spot with sharpie himself because you had messed it up last time. 

“You sterilized the needle right?”

“Salmon!”

“Do you have the apple slices?”

“Salmon, salmon!”

Holding the apple slice to the back of his ear and handing you the needle Inumaki crossed his fingers you would at least make them even this time. Shoving the needle through his ear in a single motion you pulled it out just as quick before inserting the earring.

“And were good! Ready to do the other ear?”

[jadelynlace]

When You’re Unmatched Art / Ink Drinker Modern Vikings AU Request [Ivar x F!Reader]

[you can find the reference for the tattoo Ivar did here. He thought he was being slick, but he most certainly was not. Ivar, your feelings are showing!]

catch up on the porno, I mean series, here.

requested by: @quantumlocked310 ♡ 

author’s note: thanks to this post, you’ll all be subjected to the written requests. brief mentions of smut under the cut, and love sick Ivar.

synopsis: Ivar finally figures out how to design your first tattoo.

✎

For this to be Ivar’s passion—his mortal life’s calling—he could not, for all of the seconds in the year, figure out how to design your tattoo. There had never, in his professional life, been a client that had given him complete and utter reign. No simple idea, no nudge in a specific direction, hint of any realm no where on the forefront. You told him to design you a tattoo to take up space on your thigh. And that was it. Even after he declined, saying there must be some idea you had, you shook your head and give him control. Total, and utter control. And it was almost too good to be true.

Ivar knew he was screwed, when an entire sketchbook’s worth of pages went torn, crumpled and tossed into the garbage can with failed ideas. Even Sigurd offered no help—not that he was the artistic hand Ivar needed, he was the needle pusher and piercer. Music selector and unruly greeter. Floki only offered his normal words of wisdom, a way of not answering the question but instead making Ivar look deep within himself. “Don’t think about it much, Ivar. Just let your heart and your mind run freely together.” Great. No help. Both of them were caged in a muddled pile of muck and mud and dead leaves and Ivar couldn’t pull them out.

Through every outing the band of brothers went on, you in tow more often than not, Ivar would be at the receiving end of your questions—how he was coming along with it. You had no deadline, you understood his craft took time, but you were far too excited to see. Then came the first hook up—Ivar driving you home because you were too many martinis in, you inviting him up but he declined because it “wasn’t a good idea, princess” and you told him you “weren’t his fucking princess” and he drove around the block twice before finally knocking on your door. Weight against the frame with his temple kissing it, apologizing playfully for his nickname and you invited him in. A game of truth or dare later, Ivar asked you how drunk you were when it was his turn. And you told him you were sober enough to make decisions, clear ones, and then he dared you to kiss him. You felt like a high schooler again. When it was your turn to ask him and he had picked truth, your one question was the end of the game: 

“If I asked you to fuck me right now, would you?”

“In a god damn heart beat.”

He was more than screwed when you wouldn’t leave his mind, after you rocked his world and he used your name on his tongue to get himself off the next time his left hand was needed. And then he texted you, asking how your day was, that was it. And after a conversation, playful but real, he was over at your apartment with take out and beer and you two watched true crime and Ivar told you he had seen this one and tried to have you guess before the show told you. When you were right he said you were smart, when he silently figured out an equation in his head, how many liters to grams to degrees, or whatever the hell it was, you almost dropped your beer. He wrote it out for you to show you, a near different language across the page through algebra, and you told him he was smart. The tattoo idea clicked then. The minute Ivar realized he caught feelings, the tattoo idea became so visible he drew it in almost an hour.

There was never a nervousness with him when it came to the day of appointments, even with the most picky of his clientele, Ivar took it as it was gifted because he loved his craft too much to have these types of petty things take up hatred in his heart. But you walked through the shop, shortest of shorts on, a pair of flowing pants in your bag for the event that session went longer and nipped off into the chilling night time air, and both a coffee for yourself and a Red Bull for Ivar. He nearly wanted to throw the ink onto the floor because he was scared that once you saw the design, you’d laugh, you’d call him something pathetic and walk out, and it would be the last he’d see of you. Instead he handed you the artwork, and your eyes scanned the image for almost five minutes, mouth agape and holding it as if it were a map to the unknown, hiding gold and jewels and you asked him if you could keep the sketch. Even with it forever on your skin you nearly begged him for the original artwork, saying something about how you wanted to frame it. You’d never seen Ivar blush before, but you were sure he did when you said that.

The session wasn’t short—it was almost his full day’s work of hourly long needle dabs, buzzing and brotherly bickering between him and Sigurd. Intensive talks between you and him, explain to him the less than glamorous parts of your job, the funnier parts and the teenage humor of the men you worked with. Hvitserk’s track record for receiving the majority of patient vomit on every call and you watched Ivar laugh, smile more than you had known him too and you wondered if it was because of the machine in his gloved hand or if it was you. 

Sigurd ducked out right before lunch, picking up with the three of you had ordered and your skin received the welcome break from the on-going buzz. You were quick to kiss Ivar once, lingering lips on his to thank him and he looked shocked for a moment, worrisome that his brother would see before he tossed the fear aside, shoving his tongue down your throat. When it was all said and done, dawned with the artwork on your flesh you couldn’t stop the smile. Neither could Ivar. He’d promised the sketch after he photocopied it for his portfolio and you went home with the sore leg but a full heart. He showed up late, just shy of midnight after cleaning up the day’s worth of work, buying a frame and bringing dinner for the two of you to eat. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of it, even in its red and swollen, tender state, you loved this tattoo, and Ivar took his time treating it for you. Even after his head spent time between your thighs, one hand plastered on the bare skin and the other holding yours. Even after you rode him, artwork in his line of sight and it made him finish quickly; watching the piece on your skin, your palms on his chest as he moved your hips for you. Your head tossed back as you moaned his name when you came, the heavenly sight and you were forever marked with his skill. The after care from the sex went beyond the closeness, holding you as the television played in the background; he spread the lotion over it, his entire hand nearly able to cup your thigh as he made sure to leave no line un-slathered.

“You know I’m going to want another one before this one even heals,” You said to him, craning your neck up to look at him.

“Yeah?” Ivar asked, his hand in your hair. “Where do you think you want your next one to go?”

“On my arm, so I can see it all the time,” You replied, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Who knows, maybe I’ll just cover myself like you do,” You giggled.

“You’re perfect already,” Ivar said through a yawn, his eyes closing, head drooping against yours. “You tell me where you want ‘em, and I’ll do it—but you’re perfect already,”

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[kagejima]

Hihi! Before I finish talking about nanami (my beloved), thank you for the kind words from the other ask, it made me really happy to see them when I woke up earlier 🥺💕💕

This one is fluffy in the first part and then a bit more nsfw in the second part, I read your haikyuu tattooartist! and piercer! thing and it was so good

Anyways!!!...although I feel like nanami probably wouldn't have tattoos (although I would love them on him, I feel like he probably wouldn't super be into having them himself but also if you think otherwise that is also very cool and he would still be v handsome either way!), he would love to trace any that you have. He would love to trace them with his fingers, his lips, his tongue, any way which he can connect himself to your tattoo. He would think that it's so cool you open yourself up to committing to something like that!

I personally have ankle tattoos so thinking about how he would appreciate different leg/stomach/thigh tattoos before smexy time... like if he kissed them real softly before absolutely slamming into you and just praising you for how stunning you look with them or trying to hold a conversation about why you have them or something 🥰

Thank you for coming to my nanami talk, I love him v much 😌

fhdsjkfdas writing that ushi + mattsun thing wreeecked me lol, but im so happy you enjoyed it, bb! :) if i remember correctly, you said you werent quite sure who they were so ill try to remember to send you pics later heheheheh

and yes! you are correct! i have a little au idea where he plays bass in a band with geto and he has tattoos teehee

but anyways canon nanami and tattoo appreciation!

more thoughts under the cut

you're correct, he would not like any on himself probably, but he loves the way that they look on you because their ART and YOU'RE art and so it goes together very well heheheh.

he holds your hand at your appointments and lets you squeeze as tight as you want to and tells you how good you're doing and how brave you are for sitting there for awhile when you get more time-consuming pieces done!!!! and when you need to take breaks he's giving you little kisses and telling you how pretty it looks already and how pretty you are :(

and he would always help you with the aftercare of putting lotion on it and trying to keep it out of the sun as much as you can! he would rub the lotion on you and stuff and he would start getting sexy about it fdsjfalsk, you're like "man, i should NOT be this turned on from having my arm massaged" LMAOOOO

im GIGGLING at the nsfw part!! he WOULD do that!!!! like i said, tattoos are art to him and your body is art to him, and he thinks you look so beautiful with all the pieces you have!! sometimes when he is taking your clothes off, he makes sure to kiss each and every one that becomes exposed with each item of clothing that is taken off! he just tells you how absolutely breathtaking you are and how you're even more beautiful with all of your tattoos :)))

and when you're laying there all sweaty and exhausted after, he's tracing some of them and he tells you he's thinking about getting MAYBE one and you're already so excited telling him what you think he should get and he's just smiling really big bc you're so cute and he loves you so much AAAAAHHH I LOVE IT!

[dreamescapeswriting]

BTS Reaction || You Have A Septum Piercing [Request]

A/n: If you have one I have to give you a pat on the back. I’m a little bitch, I had my lip and belly done but took my belly piercing out after watching a girl have it ripped out back in school and I took my lip piercing out for my ex cause he was a dumb ass

Seokjin:

It was a total shock to him to see you come in from a day of shopping with a new piercing, you had others of course but this one was different. It looked like it was the only one that could have hurt you the most, you were sitting on the sofa in silence watching The Meg with him but his eyes were glued to your face. You moved the glass away from your mouth,

"What is it Jin?" You laughed turning to look at him, his eyes were glued to your piercing and you knew he had plenty of questions but since you'd come through the front door he'd been silent the whole time.

"Did it hurt?" You laughed softly at him and nodded,

"Only a little, like a sharp pinch." He held his nose as if that would somehow create the same kind of pain you'd had. Jin supported your every decision but he was still trying to wrap his head around why you'd gone to get this done,

"I like it, but why?" You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing at him, he wanted answers to everything.

"I saw it on someone on Instagram and I'd wanted one since I was a teen so I just...I don't know went for it? You sure you like it?" He shifted closer to you on the sofa and nodded, his eyes still locked onto it - you were going to have to get used to him constantly staring down at your nose now.

"It's hot." He whispered his eyes looking from your piercing to your lips to your eyes and you shook your head at him leaning in and kissing him softly on the lips.

"You're adorable," You giggled as he pulled back and told you he was worried it would hurt your nose if he kissed you too roughly.

Yoongi:

It was a total surprise to you to just go out and do it. You were bored waiting for Yoongi to come home from the studio and you'd been planning it for months. Never telling anybody but your best friend that you'd wanted this piercing and she was fully supportive of it. She'd convinced you that it was one of your best ideas ever and took you to go and get it done yourself. You picked out a black bar and just like that you were sitting in the chair, had the piercing and were going home.

"Hi Yoongi, you hungry?" You yelled as you heard him come through the front door, you heard him drop his bag on the floor and shuffle his way over to you. You had your back to him as you cracked eggs into a jug getting ready to make omelettes.

"Yeah, what did you do today?" You turned around to answer his question and his eyes landed right on the piercing,

"Fuck that's hot." He groaned looking at you and biting his lip,

"It's real?" You nodded and he bit his lip looking form you to the oven,

"I'm not that hungry I can wait...Why did you get it done?" You shrugged your shoulders and he picked you up putting you on the kitchen side so he could look up at you and study the piercing,

"You like it then?" He shook his head and your heart fell,

"I fucking love it." You giggled at him and he brought you down to kiss him  once again, wrapping his arms around you and holding his hand against the back of your head to hold you as close as he could.

Hoseok:

Hoseok was the one that took you to get the piercing done, as soon as he heard you talking about getting one done to your best friend he'd been supportive of the idea. Researching how to keep it clean, how to look after a new piercing and even helped you pick out the bar that you wanted, he loved the thought of you having piercings. You laid down on the bed and the man began to add the pen line to your nose.

"You can leave if you want," You said as you watched Hoseok watching closely with one eye open and the other shut tightly.

"No, it's fine. Will, it hurt them?" Hoseok asked turning to the piercer who had plenty of piercings.

"No. They'll be fine, you can hold their hand if you like?" Hoseok took hold of your hand and you knew it was more for his benefit than for his. He was squeamish when it came to things like this.

"Ready?" The man asked as he brought the equipment over,

"Yep." You answered in unison, as soon as the needle touched your nose Hoseok's grip on your hand tightened watching the whole display until the bar was finally on and you didn't have a needle there anymore.

"All done." You sat up and walked over to the mirror to check it out,

"Looks great on you, suits you. I'll let you clean up the pen." He left the room and Hoseok stared at you in the mirror with a blush on his cheeks,

"It looks so good." You smiled at him and turned to face him,

"You like it?"

"I love it." He whispered giving you a kiss on the cheek and watching you clean off the pen mark, he didn't think he was ever going to stop staring at the piercing. He always struggled to look away from you as it was and now he had more of a reason to stare.

Namjoon:

"This is my brother on his graduation, three minutes after we took this photo we got in trouble for having a cake fight." You laughed as you pointed out photographs on the staircase of your family home. You'd gone home with Namjoon for a family party and you were giving him the grand tour of the place.

"This is you?" He asked pointing at you in the photo, you were standing beside your brother and there was one thing prominent in the photo that wasn't with you now. A diamond septum piercing,

"Yeah."

"When did you take that out?" He questioned as you took him up the stairs to show him more family photographs,

"My ex didn't like it and made me remove it." You mumbled as you started showing him more photos. Your ex never liked anything you did and you took the piercings out to please him, you had more than the septum.

"What an idiot, it's hot." You stared at him as he said that,

"Really?" You'd been thinking about getting it redone for a while, you'd always loved it and hated that you'd taken it out and had it healed over.

"Yeah, why?" You smiled at him and shook your head,

"I was thinking of getting it redone but I was worried about what you would think." Namjoon stopped you from walking and took you into his arms,

"What I would think? I think you should do whatever you want if it makes you happy go for it." He was holding you close as he said this and he meant every word.

"You know I just want you to be happy." He whispered looking around to make sure no one was around before kissing you softly.

Jimin:

Jimin stared at you from across the living room, he'd been gone all day and you'd taken it upon yourself to go out and get a new piercing.

"What did you do?" He sounded annoyed and you looked at him trying to think of something to say to him, anything to say to him. He was normally the supportive boyfriend who backed you up on every decision you'd make and you couldn't tell if he was supportive of this one.

"In my defence, you left me unsupervised." He rubbed his nose as he heard the excuse leave your mouth,

"You're a grown adult-"

"And you left me unsupervised." You laughed before looking at him still trying to read his mind about if he liked it or not. He moved closer to you for the first time since he'd come home and he took your face in his hands, turning it to the light so he could see the silver bar closer.

"It's kind of cute right?" You asked looking into his eyes as he let go of your face and he nodded,

"It's really cute actually, it suits you." Your whole body relaxed as soon as you heard him say that. You couldn't stand the thought of him not liking something you'd done even if you liked it, you were in love with him.

"Were you scared I wouldn't like it?" You nodded sheepishly and he sighed at you,

"I love you, and if this is what makes you confident and you like it then go for it." You smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek,

"I want more than a kiss on the cheek. I've missed you all day." He whined playfully and so you kissed him passionately on the lips, drawing him closer to you as you backed over to the sofa and sat him down.

Taehyung:

You didn't think he liked it at first. He was away on tour when you had it done and told him, you figured while he was away would be the best option so he couldn't talk you out of it - not that he would. He'd made it clear he was always the supportive kind. But now he was home from tour and you were alone in your shared apartment for the first time since he'd stepped off the plane.

"You don't like it." You mumbled looking down at the floor, you didn't want to be upset because he didn't like it. At the end of the day, it was your body and you could do what you wanted with it but you'd rather have him be supportive of it,

"No. I like it I was just...Wondering if you were going to get more done?" You looked up at him and he was smiling widely,

"More?"

"Yeah. Like your lip? More of your ear, maybe your belly button?" You laughed softly as he started listing off all the places you could get piercings and he smirked at you,

"Sorry. I just think it's really hot." You hummed at him and came closer kissing your lips and pulling away so his lips were just hovering above yours.

"So hot." He kissed you again and pulled away to hover another time,

"So, so hot."  You whined as he didn't kiss you so you threw your arms around him and kissed him this time.

Jungkook: 

As soon as Jungkook laid eyes on you he knew what was different and he adored it and wanted to know all the details about it. He had tattoos and his ears done but he wasn't allowed anything else thanks to his contract so the moment he saw the piercing he'd been dying to get on you he was supportive of it, asking how much it hurt, when you did it and why you hadn't told him about it before now.

"I was scared you'd talk me out of it."  He stared at you blankly and then looked around the room in the John Travolta meme style and you started laughing at him while shaking your head.

"Talk you out of it? More like talk you into it, it's awesome!" You laughed at him as he started getting excited over the piercing you'd gotten and he moved closer to you. Looking at the silver ring you had in and wanting to get a closer look at it,

"I am so buying our birthstones for your ring." You shook your head as he already got his phone out and began to look for rings for your nose,

"I can't change it for another 6 or 8 weeks, I have plenty of time to look." But he wanted to look now, he wanted to live vicariously through you,

"Can we just have our chill night as we planned?" You laughed sitting down on the sofa and searching for a movie or video game to play but it was clear Jungkook was going to spend his time looking for jewellery for you instead of paying attention.

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Imagine Bills face when he comes home from a long shoot and they’re about to have the “Oh my god I love you and miss you, but this has to happen NOW” sex. He’s pulling her around and he notices her whimper but thinks she’s just getting small till he dives to suck a nip, not even realizing a new piercing until he feels it with his tongue. He pulls away and audibly moans then,“You’re going to fucking kill me”

Oh. My. GOD NANI WHY U DO DIS.

Oh fuuuuuck.

Alright alright alright. So maybe tiger, maybe she got the nipnops pierced you know? By now you all know that I have the nipnops pierced, and can highly recommend.

Maybe he’s been on set for like 3 months or something, tiger is bored, she’s feeling pretty adventurous, she was accompanying a friend who was getting a tattoo and she just went...meh, why not you know? Bill will be home in like, two weeks and she thinks that’s long enough to try and figure out a plan to deal with whatever reaction then.

And like, tiger is a little petrified because of her whole thing with needles right? And every piercer worth their salt would never pierce anyone who is drunk, so maybe tiger levels with the dude. Signs the forms and everything, has him go over all the aftercare procedures--and then she says she just needs like, half an hour. And she hits a flask, hits a bong, whatever it takes--and she goes back in, the dude gets her set up, and bang--it’s done.

And tiger is definitely a little tender after, they’re a little sore--but she also gets this sneaking suspicion that they’ll be a whole lot of fun. She does everything the expert told her to do--takes some Tylenol the first few days to help with the swelling and pain, and she’s meticulous about cleaning them every day. She already knows how sensitive they are, just from the little jolt she gets when she just turns the barbells. She forgoes a bra for the next few weeks but she does spend an awful lot of time topless in front of the mirror, staring at them. She loves them, and it’s torture for her not to mention anything to Bill on their nightly FaceTime calls--but she wants to keep the surprise.

Then FINALLY he’s home. And he presses into her and it hurts a little, but god she’s just so happy to see him that she lets it slide--until he reaches up under her shirt, palms at the underside of her breasts and squeezes, and she whimpers a little.

“I’m sorry sweet girl,” he mumbles immediately against her lips, “You’re sensitive?”

“A little,” she bites her lip to hide a smile.

“I can fix that,” he murmurs, and he tugs at her shirt to pull it over her head. Instinctively, he dives down to latch his lips onto one of her nipples but both her hands on his chest and the shiny glint of something out of the ordinary make him stop. He furrows his brow, and then his mouth drops open and he stills.

“I did a thing,” she says, matter of fact.

He’s dead silent, his mouth still agape, his eyes wide.

"Do you like?” she asks, and she shimmies a little at him.

Still dead silence. He hasn’t blinked.

“Bill?” She shifts nervously.

“They’re real?” he asks quietly, his eyes still focused on her chest.

“Yes.”

And then a groan, deep and salacious, crawls its way out of his throat and he dives forward with his mouth--but she shoves him back.

“Whoa there big guy, they’re not healed yet,” she says, “You need to wait two more weeks.”

“Seriously?” he whines, “Fuck, fine.”

And then he goes to grab at them with both of his hands, but she smacks them away and takes a step back.

“I’ll be gentle!” he says, exasperated.

“You need to wait two more weeks for everything to do with the tatas bud,” she says, “Everything.”

“Tiger what the fuck,” he whines, and it is every bit petulant and childish enough that she thinks he might actually stomp his foot, “Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. I’m sorry bud, but they’re still healing.”

It’s torture for Bill and his love of her tatas. But he’s not going to take a full no for an answer, so tiger just now has to deal with Bill being a very integral part of the healing process. As in, he tends to the piercings every day. He cleans them, and the highlight of his goddamn day is when he, very gently, gets to turn the barbell. 

He gets hard every time.

[heartslogos]

outtakes [1]

Xiao sits there in stunned silence before he speaks.

“I can’t believe someone wants to make a movie out of your webnovels."

“Excuse you! I'll have you know that my novels are extremely popular. They’ve got a very devoted fanbase that’s still growing.”

“They’re just not popular here,” Chongyun says, ducking when Xingqiu swats at the back of his head. “I’m just telling the truth. It’s a very saturated market, A-Qiu. Everyone writes martial arts novels. I could stop anyone on the street and ask them what xianxia or wuxia novel they’ve got open on their phone right now and they could describe the plot to me and I’d mistake it for ten other titles and still not be exactly wrong.”

“Mine are a cut above the rest and you know it. Anyway. We aren’t here to discuss the merits of my novel. Those are already clear by the fact that it’s so popular that Inazuma wants to make a movie out of one of them. At that stage even if I was willing to consider that my novels were, at best, average before I would be forced to reconsider that outlook. It’s just about a done deal. And thankfully they’ve given me oversight on the script adaptation and they wanted to confirm details of certain scenes. That’s where you come in Xiao-ge.”

“Wrong.”

Xingqiu raps his knuckles on the table between them. “Come on. Your dear to your heart shidi is asking you for help.”

“Who’s shidi?” Xiao raises an eyebrow, arms crossing over his chest as he leans back in his chair.

“You had to be at least a little curious why Xingqiu called you out,” Chongyun says. “I mean. He asked for your help and you showed up, didn’t you?”

“I had free time and I was curious.” Xiao pauses. “Also one of you texted Ganyu and she commented about it in the group chat with Shifu and shushu. If I didn’t show up I’d never hear the end of it.”

“Ganyu-jie to the rescue. I told you that you should have just asked Ganyu about it first,” Chongyun says to Xingqiu.

“Forgive me for thinking that I should attempt being straightforward.” Xingqiu rolls his eyes, brushing part of his fringe out of his face. “But listen. I really do need your help.”

“I’m not a stuntman.”

“I know! But if you could help me choreograph some of the fights, and maybe oversee some of the practices to make sure they’re done right it would be a real big help.”

Xiao points at Xingqiu and then at Chongyun. “You are both martial artists. As I recall the Guhua school’s main styles are ‘light piercer’ and ‘rain cutter’.”

“How boring of a movie would it be if everyone used Guhua arts? It's fine when it’s on paper because it’s up to the reader to imagine what things look like. They can be picturing all sorts of things happening — crane or mantis, maybe even horse style fighting. But on screen it’ll be obvious! And it doesn’t make sense.” Xingqiu leans forward. “And if it’s just Guhua school arts it will be so dull.”

“There are two of you."

“A movie with two fighting styles? They might as well just film me and Chongyun sparring and send that to the box office to tank. Come on, Xiao-ge. You know more types of fighting styles than both of us — even ignoring work with pole arms.”

Xiao sighs, pressing his knuckles to his forehead as though he could bully away the headache.

“You should ask Shifu. I learned most of it from him. I’m sure he could help. Besides, I also have a job. I can’t just take off for Inazuma for a week or two. The Goldets are understanding people. I do not want to take advantage.”

“Please, they love you.” Xingqiu waves his hand. “They’ll bend over backwards to keep you. Did you know that their reviews have steadily been going up since you became the night guard? And almost all the comments on about them are about how safe and reliable it is there.”

“That’s — “ Xiao sighs. “No. The answer is still no.”

“I’ll pay you.”

Xiao jolts, eyes narrowing at Xingqiu. “No!”

“Just name a figure!”

“I can’t.” Xiao turns a little pink. “I’m not allowed to take money for my martial arts. Shifu made Ganyu and me swear never to trade our martial arts skills for mora when he began teaching us.”

“Huh,” Chongyun blinks, turning to Xingqiu. “You should work that into one of your next novels.” He looks back to Xiao. “Wait. What about all the competitions and the prize money you won?”

Xiao doesn’t exactly squirm in his seat, but he gives the impression of wanting to. Xiao props his elbow up on the table, turning his face into his hand and looking off to the side.

“Shifu had us pick a charity to donate it to,” Xiao mumbles. “I think Ganyu still gets letters from one of the wildlife preservation ones she used to pick out a lot.”

“I have so many questions,” Chongyun says, sounding awestruck. “But I know that if I ask them we’ll never get back to Xingqiu.”

“Be strong and hold them in for me to ask at a later date.” Xingqiu shakes Chongyun’s arm. “Alright. No money. Could you just — alright. How about this. Can you and Chongyun go through some scenes for me and let me film it? There’s going to be a stunt director and a choreographer. I can show the video to them and see if they can work with it.”

“It’s Inazuma,” Xiao replies. “What would they know?”

“Don’t look down on them just because they’re from Inazuma,” Xingqiu chides, “Master martial artists are everywhere.”

“No. I mean — why bother using multiple Liyue style martial arts when you’re filming in Inazuma where most people wouldn’t be able to notice some of the more subtle differences?”

“You’re thinking very small, Xiao-ge. Sure it’s being filmed in Inazuma. But it’s a movie. You think people from Liyue aren’t going to be streaming illegal uploads of this? I’m telling you. I’m a very popular novelist.”

“You know, the more you say it to try and convince people that you’re popular the more it sounds like you aren’t.” Chongyun suffers through the sharp jab Xingqiu aims at his ribs, holding still so he doesn’t accidentally spill his drink.

“Who’s side are you on?” Xingqiu hisses.

“Yours, probably.” Then he grins at Xiao. “Dage want to join the ‘Victims of Xingqiu Alliance’? So far it’s me, his brother, Keqing, and Xinyan.”

Xingqiu raises his hands, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling. “I am being conspired against.”