#poc fiction

[dracoqueen22]

Chapters: 3/13 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Tyrael Ashborne, Celeste Stiel, Rathi of the Cinders, Tempest Teapot, Dakota Sorrel, Nym Tattersail, Sinoun Sunblood, Easton | Riordan Shaye, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Fantasy, Fantasy Typical Violence, Characters of color, Queer Characters, Queer Cast - Freeform, Dungeon Crawl, Tethers Universe, Adult Language, Sexual Content, Vampires, Blood Drinking, Sexual Tension Series: Part 1 of Tethers - Main Story Summary:

Arc One: Paths cross as our intrepid heroes meet and embark on a slightly less than epic adventure.

Chapter Three: In which Tyrael makes a choice, Celeste and Nym go shopping, Dakota and Tempest discuss their next moves, and Easton finally gets a drink.

[bixels]

I'm not explaining why re-imagining characters as POC is not the same as white-washing, here of all places should fucking understand.

[writingwithcolor]

It wouldn’t be historically accurate for my story to include BIPOC!

This is an argument often made about European-style fantasy media like Game of Thrones, Lord of the Rings, and Disney’s Frozen. Audiences, often white, assume that due to the majority-white setting, adding any visible number of BIPOC to the story would be unrealistic.

What these critics fail to realize is that BIPOC do in fact live, and have lived, in these settings, and records of BIPOC presence in places assumed to be majority-white have been buried, written out, or not taught due to white supremacist and/or colonial bias in the field of history. There are historical European settings that were far more diverse than is often portrayed. Consider:

The Moorish Empire exerted an extensive influence over life and culture in Southern Europe from Spain from 711 to 1492

The Ottomans were heavily involved in European affairs up until the treaty of Karlowitz in 1699, but still considered a part of Europe even through the 19th century

The sheer size of the Roman Empire ensured the continued movement of people from various backgrounds within the Mediterranean well until the end of the Byzantine Empire.

“Historical accuracy” should not be used as an excuse for media to be exclusively white in its casting. While there are places which are or were predominantly white, there will always be factors like global trade and immigration that bring multiculturalism to their doors.

And even if the presence of a certain demographic is unrealistic for a certain setting? Consider that we’ve accepted far worse inaccuracies in historical fiction in the name of artistic license. Consider that our understanding of human history is, and will always be, incomplete.

Further Reading:

Historically Diverse London, “Historical Accuracy,” and Creator Accountability

Making a Black Pride and Prejudice Resonate

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-Writing With Color

[linos-luna]

Hi

Can you give various kinks to each skz member?

Sounds good! Sorry for super late response! 😭

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Skz Kinks Headcannons ❣️

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, MDNI

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Chan

DDLG (Soft dom and Hard dom)

I know… typical. But! It’s so true! For the most part he’s the soft daddy that’s loves to praise and spoil you. He loves when you call him daddy. You’re his babygirl. But he is fairly strict… if you break rules he will be rough. Hard dom will come out and you will be punished. He’s merciless when giving punishment! So don’t break the rules…

Minho

Spanking and Pet Play

Are you surprised? You shouldn’t be. Minho LOVES spanking you. Sometimes hard and sometimes playfully. The sense of power he gets from bending you over and spanking you turns him on so much. He also likes squeezing your thighs a bit for fun. Minho also loves to make you his sweet kitty. You’ll wear cat ears and a collar. You’re expected to wear a cute skirt and crawl. He loves it so much. You better do it… or else….

Changbin

Degradation and humiliation

God, he loves it so much! Call him dirty, call him a slut. It doesn’t matter what you call him. Humiliate him by putting him in compromising positions and slap him around like a toy. Tell him you just wanna use him like a toy. Heck, objectify him. He will love it

Hyunjin

Hair pulling and Praise Kink

This boy will be putty in your hands if you call him a pretty boy. It’s his favorite praise. He loves when you praise him! He also has a thing for hair pulling. He gets so aroused when you pull his hair. He’s not exactly sure why and it embarrassed him at first but he’s accepted it. Pull it, tease him, and call him pretty boy. He loves it!

Han

Pet Play (Puppy Play?)

At first he was embarrassed to admit it. But eventually he didn’t care. If he’s good , Han will get on his knees for you and willingly wear his collar. When bad, you punish him and make him beg for forgiveness by licking your shoe. You’ll deny his orgasms and pleasure yourself in front of him to teach him. Lowkey he may have a pain kink. He loves when you punish him. Spanking, slapping, anything! He loves it!

Felix

Mommy Kink

He just wants to be good for mommy. Felix is pretty compliant and obedient. He loves sucking your breasts and twisting your nipples— kinda hurts tho 😭. He wants to be your perfect babyboy. Heck, he loves being spoiled. But sometimes he can be a little bratty. Maybe he does it on purpose? Maybe he likes being punished? Who knows? Even the smallest touches from you will get him aroused.

Seungmin

Dacryphilia… with a slight tinge of sadist

Seungmin seems so sweet and quiet but that’s just a front. Sexually, He loves bringing you to tears. Whether it’s rough fucking or harsh spanking. He’ll do anything to make you cry. Don’t worry, he won’t do so without your consent. — he’s not that crazy— There’s always a safe word. Although… he may like a little more than just your crying…

Jeongin

Sensory stuff? — specifically being blindfolded

Jeongin loves when you blindfold him. It gets his heart going and excited. With his vision blocked, every touch feels sensitive and he’s so vulnerable to you. He’ll whimper and moan, maybe even cry a little as you touch him. Suck him off when he’s blindfolded and he’ll go crazy. but be gentle with him. He just wants to be your good babyboy after all.

[dailydoseofsluttythoughts]

~♡Brat♡~

"Nemiiii, I wan' that one!... Pleaseeee..?" You flashed your big doe eyes at him, pointing at the bright pink juicy track suit you had yet to acquire.

You had been meaning to buy one for quite a while now but could never find one in the color you want, unfortunately.

"No. The jacket alone is $113, baby, an' you haven't quite been on your best behavior today" He replied, never breaking his gaze away from the Jordans he was looking at. He was referring to the 8 bags he was already holding. (Even though you had repeatedly told him you could pay if he didn't want to).

Your arms flopped down at your sides in defeat, the bangles and bracelets on your wrists clinking together as you pouted up at your fiance.

You felt the familiar sting of tears well up in your eyes at the denial. You really wanted it. And you'd be damned if you weren't gonna get it by the end of the day.

You smirked as an idea popped into your head, and stepped closer to Sanemi. Your left hand came up to grab at his right biscep and your right hand moved to lay on his chest.

Your tan wedges added a good few inches to your height, making it easier for you to reach and whisper into his ear. "Oh really? So there's nothing I can do to change your mind, huh?... Bumer, I was thinking some time on my knees might do the trick" You knew you had him wrapped around your well-manicured finger by the way his eyes shifted slightly to towards you in contemplation.

He grunts under his breath, "Your on, princess. You make me cum an' it's all yours baby, " He leaned closer to you as he spoke.

You smiled up at him, your glossy lips shining and your sickeningly sweet Victoria's Secret perfume intoxicating him. His head was getting foggy at just the thought of your plump lips slickly wrapped around his already hardening cock.

You led him out of the store, looping your arm in his as you shut your brain off and let him lead you to the family bathroom in Macy's. Good thing it was a Wednesday and there wasn't many people here at the mall.

You and Nemi liked coming here on Wednesday's because you had worked at this mall in your teen years and knew that Tuesday was the day that all of the restock items came into the stores, and nobody's comes to the mall on Wednesday, so you get first picks at all the good stuff.

The two of you had already been to Victoria's Secret, and bought some new sets fro special occasions, Zumiez to get Nemi some new pants, - there was a sale - and to get you some new beanies. You had also spent almost $200 at Spencer's, buying brand new 'adult' toys to try out later. You had also stopped at Forever 21 to get a new dress for you and Nemi's date night on Saturday.

But for now here you were in a family bathroom that was, surprisingly clean. Nemi sat down on the closed toilet seat, after unbottoning his pants and shrugging off his jacket and tossing it on the floor in front of him, leaving him in a white wife-beater.

"Kneel on that. Now." His voice was stern and dominating. The lowness of it combing over your body, almost forcing you to kneel down in front of him.

"Well? Get to it slut... Don' tell me your backing out now, after allat talk earlier" His crystal white grin was sinister, but nonetheless put you into a deadly trance.

He didn't wait any longer and pulled out his raging hard-on. He wasn't the longest you had seen, - you had never really liked them too long - but his girth. My god, you could go on for days about how perfectly his thickness fit inside your holes.

You knew you had to be leaking at this point. You could feel the sticky wettness on your thighs. His dick was leaking at the tip, giving away how excited he actually was right now.

You breathed in deep, inhaling the heavy scent of his musk. It made your vision hazy and clouded your brain. Your head with filled with non stop thoughts of his cock.

Finally, you leaned forward and gripped the base with your small, manicured hands. Your gaze never left his as you left small kitten licks up and down the sides of his manhood, tracing the prominent veins lining his shaft.

Your mouth came back up to the top, tongue trailing along the bottom, where he had the thickest vien out of all of them, your pink tinted lip-gloss leaving kiss marks along his thickness.

You popped his tip into your mouth and sucked slightly. "Oh fuuuck, that's good, baby" He grunted out, in between heavy sighs.

His reaction pleased the hell out of you, motivating more movement from your tongue as you sunk further down his dick. You pulled back up and hollowed your mouth around him, creating a stronger suction than before.

His hips stuttered and lifted towards your hot mouth. "Shit!" He murmured under his breath as one of his large hands came to the back of your head, pushing you down on his cock as he fucked into your throat harshly. "Bet you like this don' you, baby?" You answered by humming out a muffled 'mhmm'.

"Course you do, your my good girl, after all. M'perfect baby. You belong to me. Nobody else can do what I do, huh? I've ruined you, haven't I?" His voice got more coarse and his hips sped up their pace. You could tell he was close. He always talks like this when his on the brink of coming.

You reached up to the hem of your strapless bubble-gum-pink dress and pulled it down, letting your plump breast fall from their confines. The silver of your pierced nipples shining in the harsh bathroom lighting.

Letting go of him, you grabbed both of your breasts and lifted yourself up into your knees, wrapping them around him as you continued to suckle on his tip.

"Holy shit! M'gonna cum princess, g'na cum down that pretty throat then m'gunna take you home and fuck that perfect little pussy" His pants were getting faster and faster as he chased his release.

You gazed back up at him through tears and subtle lash extensions. You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked harder, simultaneously moving your tongue around his tip and sliding your tits up and down his shaft.

"Holy fucking- shit baby, so fuck- so fucking good" His breathing was speeding up and shallowing out. You could tell he was about to cum, so you kept to what you were doing until you heard him suck in a quick breath and felt his hips stuttering.

His warm fluids flowing down your throat, so hot you thought it might be boiling. His hand came down unto the back of your head and his cock pushed to the back of your mouth, sending his cum further down your throat, giving you no choice but to swallow.

As you pulled off and caught your breath he spoke, "fuck baby, keep sucking me off like that and I'll buy you whatever the fuck you want"

You smirked, and wiped the corner of your mouth while standing up. Grabbing the straps of your dress you readjusted yourself, before turning to Sanemi. "Maybe I will then" you turned to the mirror in the bathroom. And reapplied your cherry lip-gloss.

He shrugged his pants and underwear back up and came behind you to rub your hips with his much larger hands.

You finished touching your face back up and turned to meet his lips in a soft kiss. You practically melted into him as his arms circled around your waist.

He pulled away and grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together, and walking you out of the bathroom.

"Let's go get you that track suit, sweet girl"

[moonbeamoclock]

Hot take that shouldn’t be a hot take:

my biggest pet peeve is when people tag something as a x reader but it’s actually an oc…..i got to the last chapter of a fic only for the description of the ‘reader’ to be of a white person.

then the author got nasty with me after i called her out about it but that’s whatever

it takes an extra 2 mins to have a generic description of a person rather then give the details of their appearance but some of y’all are just too lazy to do even that

[mxfrodo]

y'all for fucking real. don't fucking write slave fics or x reader fics of aventurine's slavery??? are you guys out of your goddamn minds???

[queerdiazs]

as an eddie girl who loves buddie and enjoys bucktommy, one of the best things to come out of the tommy and eddie hate is how many of you have exposed yourselves for being homophobic, misogynistic, racist, classist, elitist, and bigoted motherfuckers ✨🫧

[cherubshert]

"do you love me?" his heart is pounding under you, his hand holding his phone drops onto the bed. "what do you think?" you shift propping yourself up to look him in the eye, he's already looking at you. "I- I..." you trail off, eunseok chuckles his hand raising to hold your face. "I'm a little offended." he laces his fingers with yours, dragging your hands under his hoodie placing it directly above his heart, his free hand pulling you close till your faces were close. placing soft kisses on your lips, trailing up to your nose before ending with a kiss on your forehead. he lingers, before pulling away, pressing your foreheads together, "i love you so much, you're so beautiful, so smart, so precious." you're the one pulling away now, shyly returning to your earlier position. a satisfied hum leaving you.

don't mind me i am just ever so casually simping over eunseok.

[moonsbijou]

jennifer kale - potion witch

[catsandpens]

HEATED

Bada Lee x Reader

Bada refusing to give reader a break

Word count 440, fluff, slight angst, toxic behavior

You were the leader of an international dance group and were invited to attend Street Woman Fighter. Taking the opportunity immediately after finding out your girlfriend, Bada Lee, was joining

Even though Bada was only a few steps away, you avoided her as much as possible. You wanted to be a strong competitor, finally realizing that this was a competition, and you knew that being around her could make you weak.

Avoiding Bada was a piece of cake; having your girls battle other teams and win them was an amazing tool to stay away from her. Yet this all came to an end when the leader-class mission happened.

Each leader had to present and choose a choreography for the class music video. Bada spared you no mercy when she criticized your choreography, blinding you completely.

The group chose Bada’s choreography, and the judges picked her as the main dancer. To congratulate Bada on her win, you went to her team's room to celebrate, but when you went in, she was only focused on her dance. You called her name multiple times just for her to tell you that she's too busy without giving a glance in your direction.

All the leaders gathered together so that Bada could teach the rest of the choreography. You thought this would be easy, but she had to make things difficult. She constantly watched over you and called you out for any mistakes you make. When you noticed that everyone else was not getting the same treatment, you started to become frustrated.

After practice you quickly left the practice room and went to your hotel room. Luckily there was no one inside so you can finally let your frustration out. You heard a knock on your door and saw Bada walk in.

“ Do you need help with the choreo?” She asked. You thought she was trying to drive you crazy by asking you that question.

“No thanks, I know the choreo perfectly well.” You replied with a scoff.

“Doesn’t seem like it.” She joked.

“ Why are you bullying me?” You said,while raising your voice.

Bada grinned as she examined your face. She circled her arms around you as you stood there speechless.

“ I’m so sorry baby. I found out why you were avoiding me, so I wanted to show you that you need me just as much as I need you.” She mumbled in your hair as she rocks you side to side.

“That’s so messed up Bada” you said looking up to her.

“I know, but I’ll make it up to you.” Bada said as she closed your door.

[serenaisavillain]

“For one reason or another, I grew up feeling trapped in my own body, but as I have grown older, I consider myself existent in my purest form on a page. The blank page holds no expectations of you. It doesn’t say, “Okay black girl, you are this…” It just tells you to write.”

— S.S. Harrington

[agustdef]

Will You

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Black!Reader

Genre: Fluff; Idol AU/Idolverse

Word Count: 3k

Warning: Light Language

Rating: PG-13

Beta Reader: @hobeemin

A/N: This was due to idk and I have so many ideas that I simply didn’t write a ff that ended up posted for much too long. So here’s to hoping to finishing these ideas.

“And without further ado, I am more than happy to introduce you to our keynote speaker Ms. YN LN.”

Clapping fills the room, and Jungkook joins in a beat late. His mind wandered as he’d listened to the other speakers for almost an hour. They’d all had interesting things to say, but something about being in a room with all these people with a person at a podium felt too much like school. Plus, a few of them seemed just to enjoy hearing themselves talk.

He refused to admit that to YN, though.

His beautiful girlfriend tried to give him an out when he said he’d come with her for this event. Told him how boring it would be and that she didn’t mind if he just did something else until she was done. Of course, he pushed for it, and she relented with one final warning about how he’d be bored as hell. To a degree, he’d known that going into it, but he wanted to support her. And to see her in her element.

Though they both work in the same industry, they’re on different ends of it. Jungkook as an artist and occasional writer, while YN worked legal. Their first encounter was when an American artist friend of his invited her out to dinner as a thank you for helping him with a contract issue with his label. They’d made him promises and tried to backtrack when it was time for the new contract. YN worked at a firm that specialized in that kind of thing, though they usually worked with smaller artists. His friend had been her big break, bringing in business and a promotion.

Of course, Jungkook was too much of a punk to ask her for her number at that meeting. He was too nervous about if it was forward, and he didn’t want to mess with the mostly professional nature of the event. But he got her card, and that was enough.

Until they kept bumping into each other at the more business-like industry events. Well, half bumping into each other and the other half him hunting down her name on programs and making sure to show up to those panels or events. It made him feel like a little bit of a stalker, but to combat that, he finally got his shit together and asked her out after running into her at a restaurant. 

Grateful to not be turned down was an understatement.

As they got to know each other, he felt himself fall hard and fast. She was perfect. Not in how one thinks when they hear the word, but in how that worked for him. That made their relationship work through the lows as well as the highs. 

I love you slipped out of his mouth five months in. 

If that didn’t explain why he put himself through this boredom, nothing, else would at least not in a way that made sense. His members still sometimes looked at him crazy with how he felt about her and how he could only sometimes find the words to explain it in a coherent way.

“I promise to try not making this too boring for y’all. I can not, however promise it won’t be boring at all. My line of work has to have some pitfalls besides all that paperwork,” YN joked.

The entire room laughs. It’s not the funniest thing in the world, but the way she delivers it and the energy she exudes as a person gets to people. It’s why Jungkook lets out a laugh that’s a little too loud and draws the attention of those around him. And of YN, though she doesn’t look his way to make that clear. He just nose from the way she pauses for a second longer, and her smile widens. 

Embarrassed isn’t even the right word for him at the moment. Part of him wants to flee the room, but he stays in his seat. It helps that anyone who side eyes him switches to being shocked to see him there. Being identified as a member of BTS is what he can handle; being embarrassed is not, despite what his variety show content and the lives over the years might suggest.

To let the feeling pass, he focused on the stage. Well, on YN.

“For those who don’t know me, I’m YN LN, and I've been working at Heights Law for the last six or seven years,. We specialize in fair contracts for indie artists. From things with their label to tours, merchandise, the people they hire, and even contracts between members if it’s a group. About thirty-five percent of those we work with don’t even have a label they’re signed to and don’t want to. And then about twenty percent of our clients are more mainstream artists looking for the same services.

We don’t work with any sort of label because we feel it ties us to worrying too much about keeping on their good side when trying to figure things out. And while we are not on a mission to do anything that would be, for the lack of a better word, line crossing with the people we are trying to get to sign the contracts, our clients come first. That’s made us stand out in a way y’all may have heard about a time or two. I’d like to personally apologize for making you sit through articles about a certain label trying to screw over up and coming artist Minx and all the weird things that were honestly not so weird about her tour rider.”

Again laughter, but with some whispers and grumbles thrown in. That entire situation had everyone in the industry confused as hell, and for the last few months, they thought Minx was trying to be greedy until everything was settled and it was shown that all her asks weren’t as crazy as they’d seemed. Even Jungkook found himself looking at YN like she’d lost it with every new bit of information that was released. He’d asked her about it, but she gave him a look, and he had to wait out the outcome like everyone else. 

“And for this, I think Minx is the perfect situation to discuss. I mean, when else will you see how things can go when a former lawyer turned pop star wants to sign with the label she used to work for but knows all their tricks.”

That was all it took to have people enthralled. After everything settled, everyone still had a million questions about it, but they were still waiting for someone at the firm to answer them. Jungkook had the fortune of dating YN around the time, so he got her to tell him, and Minx had invited them somewhere and told him more. So, he knew everything.

Which meant he could just stare at her. He didn’t think of himself as the type to be much of a creepy person, even if him trying to run into her wasn’t a clear indication of that. That and that looking at her was one of his favorite pastimes. 

YNs cute.

He would and did use a million words to describe her. But the first thought in his brain when he saw her was how cute she was, and he felt his heart triple in size from that alone. Her genuine smile and soft features do a lot to counteract the fact that she’s only an inch shorter than me, which throws people off when they meet her and had only seen her face before.

Those legs of hers, when she wears heels, drive Jungkook absolutely feral. And he has to fight off the thought of them as his mind spirals. He focused instead on the light tint of pink pushing through the brown skin because of all the bright lighting, the way there’s a stray piece of hair not as curly as the rest that she swears isn’t from heat damage, and she can fix, the soft red of her lips, and the way every part of her body seems light and open as she talks about a subject she loves. A look he’s familiar with and is how he knows she looks at him. 

More than anything, Jungkook is sure that YN loves him as much as he loves her, and like a revelation, he knows how much that is. How much space that love takes up in him, to the point that sometimes it feels like it’s overflowing. Right now, it feels like it’s overflowing.

“Questions?”

That one word pulls him out of his head, but he looks at YN with a clarity he didn’t have a few minutes ago, let alone a few hours ago.

Someone clears their throat, but his eyes don’t leave her.

“Why not just go with what the label wanted? I mean, sure, Minx had the background, but that shouldn’t make her any different than any other artist. Should she not be thankful to get into the place twice on different sides of it?”

There was agreement in the crowd, but it died out quickly with everyone else's quietness drop quiet.

Despite the shift in vibes, there’s a smile on YN’s face. 

“Why do you think that? Is it because others don’t have that same knowledge? I can see how that could be seen as unfair because it is. But because she has the background,, she used it to help herself best,, which made it so we could best help her and those in the future. However, I can assure you that they changed their contract language a lot since then. Height and many other firms who deal with them and this kind of thing all saw a shift for the better and for the worst with them. So, while you may wonder why Minx didn’t simply take what she should be lucky to have gotten from them, I hope you’re settled by the fact that unless the rare thing happens. Someone else does the same thing, no one else will be able to give the insight on how to best make the next contract work for the client in the way she did.”

The response is assertive, sarcastic, and professionally annoyed. It doesn’t leave room for anyone to say anything that doesn’t make them look any more like an ass. But the man at the podium opens his mouth a few times to try and figure out what to say. In the end, he walks away from the mic with his head down. Jungkook is sure that if it weren’t for pride, he would walk out of the room altogether.

“Any more questions,” YN said after a moment.

There’s one that Jungkook has. One he needs answered, but he finds himself glued to his seat.

Several people go up and ask their questions, all of them better than the first one, though some of them toe the line. There are also a few that Jungkook would deem flirting, but they don’t bother him. Not with the thoughts swarming around in his head.

Before he knows it, she answers the last question, and everyone is dismissed. A few linger to talk, but with this day being so packed, everyone wants to rush off to the next talk or event happening.

He sits in the seat for about fifteen minutes before she walks up to him, and when she puts her hand on his shoulder, he looks up at her startled, even though he watched her approach him.

“Ready to go?”

Jungkook’s mouth opens and closes as he stares at her. He feels all over the place, but none of it’s uncertainty or doubt.

“I have a question,” he managed.

“Huh?”

“I have a question. I didn’t get the chance to ask it in there. I was… I’m nervous to ask it, and I couldn’t do it in there.”

YN frowned. “You can always ask me anything, my love. No need to be nervous about it. Plus, I’m sure yours is better than some of the bullshit I get asked in general when it comes to work.”

For a moment, Jungkook says nothing. All he can do is stare at her and try to keep his breathing normal. The latter is the hardest part, but YN takes his hand in hers and squeezes it tight.

Taking a breath, he gets to his feet, takes both of her hands in his, and stares into her eyes. He’s more than sure about what he has to say.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

Question nor answer was said with any hesitation. However, Jungkook could tell that YN was still trying to process what was happening. He was too, but that wasn’t important now.

After a second, Jungkook released one of her hands, and with the other firm in his grasp, he led her out of the room. He hears her ask a question, but it doesn’t fully register in his brain. All his focus is on weaving through the crowd of people and out the door of the convention center. The place isn’t as isolated as some can be, so he walked past the parking lot where his car is and made his way past the hotel they were staying at.

“Where are we going?”

“Jungkook?”

“Jay?”

There’s a loud exhale too, but Jungkook paid it no mind. He’s on a mission. 

“For goodness sake, Kookie.”

YN matches his pace though she’s clearly confused by what the hell is happening. He knew he should say something, but couldn’t find his words just yet, so he kept walking until ten minutes later, they were in front of a popular celebrity-use jewelry store.

A few of the things he bought for himself and others - YN included - were from here, so he had a code that they gave him to get in. The door buzzed them in, and the moment that they walked in, there was a person there and ready to help. Though it might not be obvious to most, it was clear from the knowing smile on the woman’s face she knew what was up. 

Didn’t stop Jungkook from being so flustered, though. 

“Hi. Engagement rings. I mean, we would like to see engagement rings.”

Without a word, she directed them to the back of the store. They followed close behind her, and when they entered the room, she’s taking them to another person is setting down a tray of rings, with others sitting on a cart behind him.

Yeah, she knew.

Once everything is on the table, the man leaves, and they’re directed to sit. The woman who welcomed them stands on the other side of the table.

“This is a collection of all the rings we sell in the store. Though there are others, we can have custom made if what you see in front of you isn’t the right fit or you want a mix of styles. There’s a mix of the traditional sort and the non-traditional. Some are even without diamonds. Please, take your time to look through them and see if something catches your eye.”

Then she’s gone, and all the sound goes with her.

“We’re doing this?”

“You asked me.”

“True.”

Jungkook finally turns and looks at her, and despite all the nerves he’s feeling about if she’ll take it back, there’s a smile on her face. And a lack of anxiety like what’s going through him. Though he can tell, she’s a little thrown off by it all.

“I did. And I want to.”

“Then we better start looking, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

All the tension that was once there leaves the room, and they both turn their attention to the hundreds of rings in front of them. It’s an overwhelming site, but they dive into them. Jungkook tries to get YN to try some on, but she says that she doesn’t want to just yet, so they set them on the empty tray right in front of them. 

Each one feels perfect to Jungkook, but not right. More of the diamond rings that look how he’s used to seeing American engagement rings look like end up on the tray, which isn’t much of a shock with YN’s usual preferences.

A tray marked as morganite is second to last, and Jungkook almost avoids it, but then one ring calls to him. His eyes zone in on it, and he reaches for it just as YN gasps. His neck nearly breaks when he turns to look at her, but the slight pain means nothing as he follows her gaze to the ring he was reaching for.

Without another thought, he picks it up, takes her hand, and slides it into place. Though it’s a little loose, it fits her finger. The oval champagne colored gem is on a white gold band and surrounded on either side with diamonds that fan out, almost like leaves on the stem of a flower. They wrap perfectly around her finger and stop before they reach the palm side. Everything about it is YN. Is them.

“Perfection,” YN whispered.

“Yeah.”

And like the whirlwind that this was, Jungkook was happy to find that they had the same ring, the right size, on the premises, and he paid for it right then and there. It only left YN’s finger so they could clean it, and then it was on again.

They walked out of the room, and both were on a cloud. All those nerves Jungkook felt before were gone, but something else replaced it.

“I guess we have a wedding to plan. I can’t imagine when we’d even have it,” YN said.

“Now.”

Not the least bit startled, she turned to him with a raised brow. 

“Now?”

“I… I don’t know. Maybe?”

Silence sat between them for what felt like forever, and then YN turned her attention back to the jeweler.

“We need to see wedding bands, too,” she said, then turned back to Jungkook. “And you need to start making phone calls.”

[perfectlyfinelove]

Jordan and Marie is everything i like to consume in a fictional ship. gay? Straight? Interracial? Rivals to lovers? Protection trope? Whoever wrote that dynamic i will give you my first born. AND NO WHITE MEN INVOLVED WE ALL CHEERED

[linos-luna]

Naptime ☁️

Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mention of anemia, but mostly cuddles and kisses

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Having anemia often left you feeling tired and weak. Some days were worse than others. You keep a fairly consistent schedule of talking iron supplements and napping at least once a day. Most people say taking a nap will disrupt your sleep at night but not for you. You could fall asleep anywhere really.

Unfortunately, you often felt like a burden to your boyfriend. He was often worried but he does like taking care you. Actually, he loves taking care of you…

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After going out earlier, you were sitting on the couch while the tv played in the background. It was almost 4pm and you were l exhausted.

Chan was talking to you about something as he looked through the kitchen. You were too tired to make out what he was talking about. You closed your eyes for a bit and rubbed them, forgetting about your mascara.

“Hey, are you listening?”

“Oh!” You were startled. Here he was, right in front of you. You wondered how he came from the kitchen so fast. “S-sorry!”

“Are you sleepy, babygirl?”

“A little… but… but it’s okay!” You said while looking down. “I took a nap in the car…”

“Yeah, you did… but I think you need another one.” Chan said with a smile. He took your hands, remembering how cold they were and rubbed them a bit to give warmth.

“You took your pills this morning right?” He asked with light concern in this voice.

“Yeah…”

“And ate all your breakfast?”

You nodded while rubbing your forehead.

“Hm…” Chan slowly pulled you up and led you to the bedroom. He fed you lunch as well so he wondered if this was just one of your bad days.

“Channie… i don’t need a nap…” you yawned as he laid you down on the bed.

“Mmhm… sure.” He said with a chuckle while laying down next to you. “You’re so funny.”

Your boyfriend was like a heat radiator and you loved it. You were always cold so leaning into him always felt amazing.

Chan gently kissed your lips and pulled you close. Soon your head was nuzzled in his neck as he rubbed your side. His warmth and touch was just making you sleepier and your eyelids were getting pretty heavy.

Your boyfriend hummed while cuddling. He knew you were falling asleep and he loved warming you up.

“I thought you weren’t tired, babygirl?” He teased.

“Mmm…” you groaned.

Your eyes were closed and you were basically half asleep. You were too tired to move or respond and Chan knew that.

Once asleep, chan grabbed a blanket and placed it on you. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and laid on his side to admire you.

He tapped the tip of your nose, feeling how cold it was and took one of your hands. It was still cold and he could see how it was lighter compared to the rest of your skin.

Of course this concerned him but he knew you weren’t sick. He’ll definitely have to make some iron rich foods for dinner. Something with beef and dark leafy greens. At least enough to give you more energy for the rest of the day.

Your boyfriend attempted to leave when you whined at the loss of your heat source.

“Channie…” You whined. Sure you were asleep but you were also subconsciously reaching your hand out for him.

Chan thought you were so adorable and went back to holding you.

“Don’t worry, babygirl. I’m right here.”

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I’m anemic so I guess this was more self indulgent 😅

[minkookie95]

Shout out to all the fanfic writers who intentionally write for POC. As a black girl it’s only been within the last year or so I’ve felt included, as a reader, on this app and other fanfic apps. Love y’all for what you do and your dedication to the craft.

Know that your work is appreciated🤍🖤🫶🏽