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goldafterglow · 4 years ago

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my love is a dagger

Summary: Jack Daniels is hopelessly gone for you, and you’re starting to think it’s a two way street. Maybe.

Request: “May I please ask for Basorexia and Whiskey please? 🥺” - @scribbledghost (ma’am I’m SO sorry this took me so long and then after the long wait you got whatever this is); taken from this post

basorexia: the overwhelming desire to kiss

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x reader

Word Count: 4.8k+

Warnings: suicidal themes (just a little and not really but there’s definitely a line), sexual harassment, anGST!!, PINING omg SO much pining like folks get ready to y*arn, a little bit of fluff bc Jack is a sweet talking southerner and I couldn’t help it, more angst I rly hope you cry, there’s a cute little lesbian couple in one line so don’t read if ur homophobic! but that goes for all of my work :)))

Author’s Note: Thank the GODS for @catfishingmorales for being my first ever beta reader!!! maybe this one will make any fucking sense at all!!! also a special shoutout to my wife @pascalplease bc she stayed up all night vomiting headcanons with me about this and I didn’t even get to all of them.

Gif Cred: the lovely @coredrive

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“Two single-bed rooms,” he says. No; he manages.

Jack has to pry the words out of his esophagus, the passageway so clogged with sleep that he thinks that if he clears his throat he might be able to clear it.

It doesn’t work.

He tends to add a little brightness and smile to his voice when he talks, always eager to please even strangers. He embellishes his sentences with pleasantries and a chipper shimmer that makes even the most overworked bartender smile and the most destitute rancher crack a grin because he has this uncanny ability to make everyone feel special. But right now, at eleven pm on a Saturday evening after what might’ve been the worst, most emotionally grueling mission Jack has ever completed, he is not pleasant. His words are simply a tool for him to get a message out, his voice choked and flat.

“I’m so sorry for the inconvenience, sir, but it looks like we only have one king-size room available,” the lady informs. She is looking intently at the screen, still typing and clicking like the words might miraculously change right before her eyes.

The powerful Agent Whiskey’s heart falls into his stomach.

He can’t tell if this is the best or worst thing that has ever happened to him. Is this finally the excuse he needs to sweep you off your feet, like the catalyst giving him the strength to overcome his intense paranoia? Or is this the last straw, the final stone before you step off the staircase of his heart and back out onto the run-down open streets without him? Panic floods his chest and he is so paralyzed that he doesn’t even know what to tell her; for once, Jack Daniels is speechless.

Thank god he doesn’t turn around; he’d’ve seen your wide frantic eyes and would’ve known immediately what you’re thinking.

“Oh, it looks like a vacancy just opened,” the hostess chirps, a hint of relief floating on her words. You and Jack turn your heads to your left, where a young couple is saying their “thank you”s as they rack up the handles of their suitcases, hand-in-hand. One girl leans over to kiss the other on the temple with a smile; they both seem so secure. You turn your head back to the hostess; the sight of two people being content was disturbing to you and frankly a little offensive. “Unfortunately they’re on separate floors. Is that-”

“We’ll take them,” Jack gruffs. He wants to sleep, wants to die, wants to be in any existence where your soft eyes aren’t glued to the back of his head because he can feel it and he thinks you might burn holes into his skull just to find that he’s hollow inside.

Empty.

The transaction is quick and a little forced. She hands you both your respective key cards wordlessly, and if your eyes had lingered on her just a little longer you would’ve caught her face falling into it’s default relaxed state of misery. Jack walks with you to the elevator in silence, but he’s still close. He’s always close to you. Often you’ll turn your head in an empty room and anticipate him being there just to be sorely disappointed, though you aren’t sure what you’re always so disappointed for. His spirit haunts your thoughts, floats around your body and does laps around your brain because he is always there when you need him, so much so that you expect him to be there when you don’t need him. You want him to always be there. To always be with you.

Strange thoughts to have so late at night.

Jack sets his bag down beside you, stepping forward to press the button for you; it’s such a small gesture, something that he probably didn’t even think to do since hospitality runs in his bones, and yet you noticed it.

Strange.

The door opens, and he wordlessly puts a hand on your back, guiding you towards the elevator in front of him. Letting you on first. You can’t help but smile a little at him; you can tell he’s so tired and yet he still finds it somewhere in his heart to make you feel so important.

“You know I don’t need that from you,” you tease lightly, turning to look at him as the doors drag shut. The elevator shudders around you, indicating that it’s ready to start it’s journey to the fifth floor.

Jack grins at you; it’s not something he’s doing with his voluntary muscles, something that he thinks is coming off muted because he just doesn’t have the energy. It’s something he doesn’t even think about doing, a visceral reaction to hearing your sweet voice like aloe vera on his scorched throat.

“Well then, darlin’, take it anyways just to indulge your favorite cowboy,” he almost begs, lip pouted and eyebrows raised like he’s a child asking for candy except he’s an addict crying for just one more dose before the night ends because the nights he goes home without the memory of your eyes, your smile, your scent in his system are the nights he can’t sleep through.

You giggle softly, nudging his side gently because you want to crush him in your embrace and lift him onto the barbs of feathers into the moonlight all at the same time. To Jack, it feels like you’ve just kneed him in the chest, hogging all his air and wrapping his head in plastic so he can’t breathe, not that he minds. He’d let you tear at the delicate skin of the inside of his wrists, bite into the gentle flesh of his cheeks until he’s on his knees, bleeding at the seams. He’d let you destroy him if you wanted to.

He sighs a little, so dead, as a flush of air enters the vacuum of the elevator; you’ve arrived. But he doesn’t want to leave yet, wants to wring every last drop of your attention out of your pliable bones, so he follows you out and walks you to your room.

“I don’t need this either,” you say, a yawn stretching and blurring the edges of your words.

“I know,” Jack concedes, rolling his eyes in a way that is so adoring that he might as well have kissed you full on the mouth.

Not that you wanted him to.

“I know you don’t need a lick of help from me, sugar. Maybe I just like giving.” He grins down at you again, his side brushing against yours as you place slow, careful steps down the carpeted floor.

Yeah, he likes giving.

He gives you his leftover coffee when he “doesn’t want it” - it’s a tall cup of his favorite brew. He definitely still wants it. He gives you his blazer when you call his desk landline just to tell him your office is cold because you know he’ll give it to you. What you don’t know is that it’s because he’s completely and utterly whipped for you - he’d strip naked in a snowstorm to keep you warm, hold you in an icehouse as the bite of the frost burrows into the cracks of his dried skin, because he doesn’t need clothes when you’re in his arms. That’s about as warm as he’s ever been.

He gives you his time of day - almost all of it. He’s the first person you see when you step into work, the last face you see when you’re ready to retire. He walks you to your office every morning - he had to beg Champ to switch offices with him so that he could be adjacent to you, but every ounce of dignity lost was paid back to him with royalties in the precious extra seconds he gets to spend rubbing his shoulder against yours. He saunters into your office unannounced daily at 12:35 pm sharp to eat lunch with you, flopping onto your couch with the audacity of a man wet with wealth and simultaneously listening to you rave about your day with the patience of a therapist. Your time is a sacred commodity to him, and he makes sure that he’s earned it.

He gives you his whole soul. Sometimes he wonders if you’ll one day open your purse and find his glass heart sitting there, beating hard and loud and only for you. He wonders if you’d pick it up and smash it against a wall. He wouldn’t mind it at all.

The silence hangs in the air, dancing on your breaths as you seem to be inhaling each other, soaking in each other. It’s strange, the moments you share alone with Jack. There are the ones you share late at night, croaking at each other over the phone about how shitty that one show ended or how beautiful blue things are. Blue like his suffocated lungs, like the ocean of tears that drown him when he looks at you, like the finger you’ve got him wrapped around real tight.

But then there’s the moments when you’re in a room full of people. The briefing room sitting at a table spanning the length of the room that’s completely full of people, a club chock full of sweat and neon energy, the lobby of the lavish estate of a target where the bourgeoisie can swarm and stalk each other. All he has to do is toss you a roll of the eyes, a grin, a subtle brush of his hand against yours, and you are instantly thrown into the web of his affection as you get lost and locked in the atmosphere of his presence. Like, even in a room full of people, he’s the only one around. You’re not breathing in oxygen but the hickory fumes of his skin, the only sound getting registered being his dark honey voice. You’re not quite sure how he does that, distorting reality so heavily that you feel like you’ve traversed to an alternate dimension every time he touches you, pays any mind to you. Every single time.

“This you?” Jack asks, his words like a rubber band to your pulse as you’re snapped out of your train of thought. You look up at the room number - room 513 - and then down at your keycard. It reads the same. There’s a dull ache of disappointment that erupts through your chest, beige and static like the chipped paint on the walls.

“Yeah,” you mutter, turning to face him with your back to the door. He smiles at you softly, gentle like his fragile soul that you always manage to make hurt so bad without doing a single thing, and he opens his arms to you. Nothing out of the ordinary; you’ve grown accustomed to his goodbye hugs. “You’re so needy,” you giggle, stepping forward to bury your face in his pillowy chest and letting yourself sink into the quicksand of his warmth. It’s so easy to get caught up in him like a butterfly to a flower, and yet it’s so hard to pull away. He’s always been difficult to separate from; every time it’s like you’re sewing a microfractal of your esse into the velvet of him. Not big enough for you to notice, but still missing, and it adds up every time until there’s a big gaping hole in your chest that Jack holds claim to and the only way you feel right is when he’s with you.

I know, he wants to say to you. I know I’m needy. I know that you’re the only one, the only person, the only fucking thing that I’ve ever wanted this bad. I know I steal your time and your space and your thoughts but I’m a greedy man. Please forgive me. But he doesn’t say that; he could never say that to you. So instead he buries his face into the top of your head, trying to get a big sleepy lungful of you before he parts with you for the night, and says “Can you blame me, baby?”

You look up at him, eyes bleary and red but still eager to be so close to him. ��Always such a tease.” He smiles wide at you, like he’s looking at a whimsical sprite so colorful and magnificent, but it’s just you. What does he see when he looks at you?

“G’night, pretty girl,” he coos, arms still wrapped around you and eyes big and doe-y. Please don’t leave yet, my perfect thing. Except that’s the part that stings him the most; you’re not his. He doesn’t get to say that sacred “my.”

“Good night, Jack Daniels,” you whisper, words fanning on his cheeks like waves of heat from a bonfire. But you don’t move, and neither does he. Not yet. Please.

He’s looking down at you with a certain reverence, like you were sculpted by the angels and placed right here in front of him with intimate precision. And then, without a breath to spare, he leans down and presses a kiss on your forehead so light that you wonder if it even happened or if someone has just thrown a marshmallow at your face. A friendly kiss from a friend that you’re friends with.

It feels like the seams of your limbs are being ripped out as you slowly separate from him, flashing him a soft smile as you take your duffel bag and unlock the door in front of you. You step into your hotel room, the air conditioning immediately sticking to your damp skin. As you close the door you catch him still standing there, looking at you like you’re something so precious.

Platonically, of course.

You sigh as you look around the room, suddenly freezing. The tiny dress you’re wearing doesn’t add much insulation and the big diamond necklaces and chandelier earrings and silver cuffs adorning your body like ornaments become ice on your skin. Kicking your shoes off and into a forgotten pit of the room, you step into the bathroom. Flicking the light on, you stare straight at the bulbs, letting the light sear your pupils just so that you can focus on something other than Jack fucking Daniels. Your jewelry is the first to go, becoming a delicate display on the bathroom counter. Something so pretty, but they’ve left angry dents in your skin that are starting to inflame and you figured it was too good to be benign. Nothing so beautiful, nothing that makes you feel so beautiful, could do so without hurting the paper-thin barriers of your heart. You’d have to be a fool to not know that.

You open up your duffel bag, fishing around impatiently until you find your makeup remover and cotton pads. As you erase the paint on your skin, removing the rough mission from the memory of your face, you start beginning to look less disheveled and more exhausted. Now you can really see the dark circles under your eyes, the discomfort of Rolex’s touching the small of your back and Armani cologne grabbing at your hips while you let it happen. Your body had become free real estate and in just hours you had broken down to feeling like you were stained, a dirtier version of yourself that couldn’t ever be cleaned.

You hadn’t felt so filthy when you were in Jack’s arms.

Eager to try and scrape the mission from your lungs, you peel the tight fabric off your body, letting out a breath of something far redder than relief as it falls to a pool around your ankles. You turn around to reach for the shower handle and grip it hard, letting the cold steel fill your palm as you twist it mid-way. While you wait for the steam to seep into your pores you reach for a bar of packaged soap on the bathroom counter, sizing up the créme box. It’s about a centimeter thick, easily filling your palm, and you frown a little at realizing that most of it will be thrown away, unused. Such a waste.

Turning your attention to the water, you run your hand under the water pouring out of the shower nozzle. It’s warm enough. But you don’t want it to be enough. You want it to melt your skin, to burn through your used body and shed your cells to unleash the layers beneath, the layers that Jack had touched, because thinking that your body has been safe inside his embrace feels better than thinking that you put your head in the jaws of the alligators and hoped they wouldn’t snap.

Once the water is burning, sure to inflame your skin, you step in and close the shower curtain before beginning to let the soap glide along your arms. Except it’s not enough. You’re not clean enough. So you run the bar over yourself again and again, wearing it down as your skin turns hot to the touch until you’re using the tips of your fingers to salvage the last bits of product onto your chest. Shit. You don’t even realize that the bar is all used up until you feel the sensation of your fingers rubbing against your now irritated skin and yet you still feel soiled. So you elect to give up on your sorry attempt at washing away the strange eerie touches and predatory looks and turn off the water, drying yourself off.

The solitude in the air stings.

By the time you’re laying in your bed and looking up at the plain off-white ceiling so that you don’t have to look at the old collections of dirt in the crevices of the wall and carpeted floor, you haven’t thought about Jack for the past 30 minutes. Not since you were washing yourself and the ghost of his fingers scraped your scalp, making you long for the feeling of his chest pressed to your back and the sound of his voice floating into the vinyl of the curtain liner while his hands danced in your hair -

Not since then.

But Jack Daniels is most certainly thinking about you, and he’s far too deep to bother pretending that he isn’t anymore.

He stands outside your door for just a little while longer after you close it, staring at the fool’s gold embellishment on the front as he basks in the faint warmth of your spirit that lingers in the space of the hall and inside of his bones. He’s not sure how he got so lucky so as to be able to touch you without abandon, kiss your forehead out of greed and hold you in his arms because he really is so needy. He replays the scent of your dainty floral perfume and rewinds the heat of your forehead under his used, chapped lips, trying to commit you to memory as if he hadn’t done this a million time already, as if he hasn’t tried to burn a million of your hugs into the plush cotton of his skin like a brand. Your fading ghost consumes his mind, and by the time it’s whispering farewell to him, he’s already at the bank of elevators waiting patiently for the doors to open for him. Jack does a lot of that; waiting.

The weight of his duffel bag starts to grow and he can’t tell if his tired left arm is getting weaker or if the bag is getting heavier, but he can tell that his nerves are aching because he already misses you.

He’s always missing you.

The trip to his room is quiet, lonely, and as the elevator doors close for him to make his way to the 6th floor he wonders if this is how it’ll always be. Having you so close, seeing you right in front of him, and yet never truly being with you the way he wants to be. Never belonging to anybody, just a wisp of air passing through your life without holding any true substance or having any real meaning to you; but what a privilege to be one of your wisps. To have been in your lungs and have seen what he imagines are wide open plains, vibrant with wildflowers and gentle beasts. He wishes he could stay.

The elevator door dings.

This time he is caught off guard and he inhales like a shudder, eyes darting around the cold yet damp walkway to see if anyone has caught him thinking, caught him yearning.

Hallucinating.

Deluded.

He steps inside of the compartment with his stupid heavy duffel bag, immediately letting it fall to the elevator floor. His eyes find the plastic, cloudy buttons making up the keypad of the elevator. His left arm lifts to press the “6” button but he immediately regrets it, feeling a searing agony shoot through his shoulder. He mutters a little “fuck” to himself like it’ll help balm the pain, and of course it doesn’t, but Jack is a stubborn man and the buttons are to his left, so he shakes his arm out the way you shake out your boots before stepping inside mama’s house and tries again. But his dry, chapped fingers struggle to reach for the buttons, shaking in his own seismic wake. It takes him a few seconds to steady himself, taking temporary control over his body so he can actually touch the button; the plastic is cracked, a small piece having fallen off to be lost, likely thrown away. A discarded fracture in the shell leaving the inner label forever open and exposed, never to be whole again.

The elevator door shuts.

Jack lets out a low sigh, leaving his arms to fall to his sides as he leans against one of the walls. The back wall of the elevator is reflective, muddled and stained but clear enough that Jack can see what has become of him. His stetson is barely on his head anymore, his tie crooked and his collar untucked. He almost feels like a suit monkey, walking around playing dress up with the caveat of poisoning a man’s fresh champagne. But you told him he looked so handsome all gussied up like a proper gentleman worthy of taking a dime like yourself out. So he leaves it at almost.

He does a lot of that too.

The elevator hiccups, and as expected the doors open, inviting him to leave. He looks down at his duffel bag and he can already feel the weight of it on his weeping muscles, but he’s so close to his room and he can’t give up now that’s he’s made it so far, so he uses the momentum of his swinging right arm to sweep the bag up off the floor and drags himself out of the elevator. Not the best thing he’s ever done, but certainly one of his proudest moments.

The sixth floor is less damp, less like a moldy underwater cave and more like he’s at the top of a breezy mountain where the strands of air are like spurs to his cold, tight skin. Crisp. It is different, and yet he feels the same. Like his joyful warmth has drained out of his system, flushed out of his body, and on the inside he is the 5th floor of a shitty decrepit hotel in the middle of fuck all Kentucky.

He makes quick work of finding his room, the inertia from getting off the elevator being the driving force that gets him down the two hallways and standing before room 645. He pulls out the plastic keycard, adorned with scratches on its surface and stains on its edges, and shoves it into the card reader. With a subtle flash of green and a gentle click, the door gives way for Jack to practically fall inside. He flings the bag as far across the room as his arm will let him, letting gravity control his movements as he is drawn to the white mattress in the center of the room. He releases a groan a little louder than should be appropriate this late at night - he checks the alarm clock on the bedside table to confirm that it’s 11:08. He hasn’t been apart from you for longer than what, 4 minutes? No, he did stand outside your door for a little bit. He decides it’s been 5 minutes.

Oddly enough, the extra sixty seconds don’t make him feel any less fucked.

Now that he’s finally still, his body begins to focus on how sore his legs are as any pain grows from the ends of his limbs and seeps into his chest. He can feel the weight of the night press down heavy on his diaphragm, suffocating him in a way that travels to his eyes and sprays sand like mist onto the walls of his throat. He selfishly lets himself lay there for a second, thinking about that weight being you pressed up against him, face buried in his chest or his neck or in his own face. It’s sacrilegious the way Jack thinks about your touch, the flutter of your lashes like majestic butterfly wings against his cheek, so enticing. So pretty.

His shower is fast despite the way his muscles screech at him to let them rest, begging him to just fucking sit down. When he leans down, back made of creaky burnt red iron, to reach for his sleep clothes, he does a double take; there’s not much in the bag at all. A bunch of small, disguised weapons, communications devices, a pair of grey sweats, a white t-shirt. Nothing oppressively hefty to pull on his tendons; at least, not in a way that could practically drag his shoulder out of its socket. Then suddenly he remembers; he had been holding your bag until you’d both reached the lobby desk. It was a long walk from where you’d been instructed to dump the care and the hotel, so after watching you squirm a little in the freezing air, he offered to take your bag off your back. He’d walked with a bag in each arm for maybe a minute before he realized that his greedy fingers missed being wrapped around your side, missed your melted essence seeping into his stomach, so he’d held both bags in the one left hand for the rest of the thirty minute walk. He hadn’t even noticed how bad he was hurting; perhaps you were too distracting, smile too alluring as your words painted his eyes in lilac and blinded him from his own discomfort.

For being the one person Jack wanted, you sure did hurt him a lot.

Once he is dressed, he lets his sore body absorb into the linen sheets as his muscles finally find some form of permanent relief in the salve of stillness. But this is a dangerous state to be in; when Jack isn’t talking someone else’s ear off, he thinks. He fantasizes, ponders, mulls and muses himself into a state that is suspended between consciousness and sleep.

He thinks about your lips.

You’ve never been too shy to mouth him off, poking and prodding at him and his eccentric cowboy aesthetic. Seeing you walk in every morning and beeline it straight to greet him with a casual fifteen-second hug sends daggers flying into his heart every time, a pain that he’s learned to brace himself for and yet can never seem to be able to handle. And when he looks down at you, adoring eyes and all, he can never help but glance at your lips. It’s always short, a self-indulgent guilty pleasure that he could never admit to, and he thinks about the way they feel against his collarbone when you hold him tight. He thinks about the way they might feel on his own lips.

Sinful.

And then he is thinking about that wretched mission, flashes of luxury clothes and manicured hands trying to feel you up right in front of his eyes. The way you fake smiled at men with money and wrinkles as they leaned into your ear, trying to whisper enticing tales of exorbitant trips to islands that are garishly tropical and dresses so exclusive and designer that no one in the world would own a duplicate. Watching in utter silence because no matter agonizing his need for you is, you’ll never be his.

Suddenly that ache in his body has traveled to his face. It’s so painful to think about you, and yet he takes the jagged edges of his love for you and drags them through his wrists because he’d rather fucking bleed than ever forget you.

Outside his window he hears the clouds crash into each other as an icy downpour beats the pavement. And like a curse, at the expense of his own self-destruction, the image of you in his arms in front of room 513 slices through his brain. Your face right under his mouth, forehead right up against him, your lips right fucking there. And then the feeling of you pulling away. Of you leaving him to rot with the flies, because he’s never going to be strong enough to tell you how bad he needs you, let you tear his heart into a million pieces for good.

From somewhere in his room the rain begins to fall on his face.

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chaoscriess · 2 years ago

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Hi there! I just found your fanfics and fell in love with your writing!! Could you do poly Stu x Billy x fem!reader with the prompts 1, 10, and 53? I get really bad nightmares and I would love some comfort from my two favorite characters.

STOP i just looked at your blog and i absolutely love it!!!! I have such a big thing for Halloween and I got so excited when I saw ur countdown ahhhhhfjdhsnsfuoej do I have a fix that's supposed to be released before this one? yeah but I just couldn't help it I love you.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 1. 10. 53.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! nightmares, mentions of being stabbed by ghostface in the nightmare, nothing else really, it's so fluffy

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. this one is kinda weird, like its basically half HCs and half fic, very busy lately

ACTUALLY GOT SOMETHING DONE TODAY IM SO HAPPY

poly!stu x fem!reader x billy

you were at your friend stu's house, joined by your other friend billy. you'd had a crush on them both for a while, but you never acted on it because you couldn't decide which one you wanted more.

when billy and stu got together, you thought your life was over, and that you didnt have a chance with either of them

spoiler alert, you were wrong

anyways, you were on the couch, half asleep but trying to focus on the movie that was playing in front of you

it wasnt working

pretty soon, you were fast asleep

you were dreaming, but it definitely wasnt a good dream

you were being chased by ghostface and stabbed over and over again, and your face scrunched up in your sleep and you kept turning

stu saw this and elbowed billy softly, whispering, "what should we do? I think she's having a nightmare"

billy contemplated his options, his brows furrowed, and he came to a decision

he scooted closer to you before gently shaking you awake.

you sat up quickly with a scream, gasping for air

billy and stu quickly became concerned, both of them putting a hand on your shoulder or knee

"hey, hey, hey, its alright, I'm right here" billy spoke quietly and slowly, making his presence known to you. you were still breathing quickly, terrified, and you didnt notice either of the boys until then. you switched your eyes between the two, before pulling them both into a tight hug. you pulled away as tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill. you looked down as they poured out, not wanting them to see you so vulnerable.

stu reached out and gently lifted your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him. he asked if you were okay, but you could barely hear him over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears and your loud, laboured breathing.

shit, were you having a panic attack? fuck, in front of the guys you were in love with, too. stu noticed your panicked state and pulled you into a hug with the side of your face pressed to his chest and you held eye contact with billy. you immediately took in stu's cologne and somehow it calmed you down a bit, but your breathing was still quick and ragged. "hear my heartbeat? just focus on that". you did as told, counting the beats you could hear. it helped quite a bit and after a few minutes, your breathing was back to normal.

billy took your hand in his and you looked up at stu, smiling at him. you let out a quiet 'thank you both, I'm sorry' and they looked at you like you were crazy. "y/n, you have nothing to be sorry about, none of that was your fault". you looked at billy as he spoke and then looked down, you felt like a burden. he tugged on your hand, pulling you away from stu and closer to him.

billy pressed his lips to yours for a second before pulling away. stu turned your head to face him, and he kissed you, longer than billy had, and he spoke once he pulled away. "shit, I've been waiting to do that for so long". you giggled at stu's words and looked down in embarrassment. billy chuckled at your shy behavior before speaking. "hey, you know what? we'd make a cute couple."

#chaos' army #chaos calling!#billy loomis fic #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #stu macher #stu x reader #stu macher x reader #stu macher fic #poly ghostface #ghostface #poly stu and billy

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plxviofiles · 3 years ago

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falling for ya

#wanda maximoff x fem!reader, FLUFF. comedy!!

WARNINGS: one swear word, a gun, idiocy → stupid grocery store visit. stupid friends. not-stupid love of your life.

! word count: 1.1K A/N: posting another fav of mine that i wrote a while ago bc I have homework and a movie to go to so I can't write a kate fic after watching episode 3 of hawkeye :/ also i rmbr this was probs inspired by @missmonsters2 she’s one of my fav writers!

A/N 2: does ur heart ever go <wanda3 because yeah. same.

“This is utterly ridiculous,” you deadpan.

Wanda nods in agreement but wasn’t able to muffle her laughter.

Sam and Bucky are huddling in one supermarket trolley. Tony stands dangerously on the tiny rod in front. Steve is driving it with his super soldier pinkies. Natasha is throwing random items like “miscellaneous meat” and “blue cheese ice cream” in the trolley.

You decide that you are going to bring the Avengers to shopping with you one day. Your best friend assures you that it is a good idea.

Now it isn’t looking like it is.

“You shouldn’t be laughing,” you mumble.

“I’m sorry,” but the smile on the girl’s face suggests the opposite, “But it is pretty funny.”

You look at the five idiots that look happier than they have ever been since the day you got them avengers plushies for Christmas.

“I suppose.”

Wanda catches the small smile on your lips, and she smiles subconsciously.

You snap out of the little trance you’re having, and you march over to the rowdy group. Soon, there are two ears from different men in each hand, and a disgruntled Natasha following close behind. Wanda smiles again.

She thinks its sweet of you. You probably knew this would happen, but you let them come anyway.

“Listen, knuckleheads,” you scold the pouting group, “It’s one thing to ruin your reputations, but it’s one whole other thing to ruin mine. People treat me like normal here. Don’t ruin it.”

The adults stand in a straight position and salute you, before bowing. Your eye twitches. Tony and Natasha fist bump because they have a death wish they know they have annoyed you again.

“Just go and get things that are actually on our list please,” you sigh, taking out the blue cheese ice cream, pretending not to hear the assassin whine.

Wanda watches the whole scene with quiet giggles. You narrow your eyes at her with playfulness.

“You’re enjoying this a little too much, Maximoff,” you note, glaring at the four boys when you see them looking at the pad section of the grocery store ironically and for no reason whatsoever instead of helping you with the groceries.

Natasha will have been looking in the knives section, but the small warning about slashing her motorcycle tires that you sent her on text steers her towards the pasta section instead.

“I just think it’s funny, that’s all,” Wanda defends herself, putting a bottle of milk in the trolley.

You snort a little, “Oh yeah? What else do you find funny?”

Wanda thinks your snort is cute. Then she realises she spaced out.

She clears her throat.

“You know, usual things, like sitcoms and comedies,” she says, a little embarrassed.

You hum at her answer, looking over the labels on a new soda you want to try.

“What about you, what do you find funny?” Wanda asks conversationally, wanting to know more about you.

“Romance comedies. I like Mamma Mia,” you tell the girl with a little something, a little excitement in your tone.

“I love that movie!” Wanda exclaims, happy at finding something small in common with you with little effort.

“The sequel was nice as well. I had a crush on young Donna,” you giggle.

Wanda laughs, suddenly forgetting about the grocery list, “I think everyone had a crush on young Donna."

“My crush on you will always be bigger though,” Wanda seems proud at her attempt to flirt.

You actually smile wider, and you lean forward to kiss the girl on the cheek, shocking her pleasantly.

“Same here.”

Soon, everything is ready, and the small part of the Avengers that came with you are sad to leave.

With your girlfriend squeezing your hand with an encouraging smile, you smile painfully at them.

“You guys can come here again with me. When I need to,” you say almost shyly.

They smile at you sincerely, then they help you pack the groceries into the car, contentment clear on everyone’s faces at the day’s events.

“I’m proud of you,” Wanda puts a hand on your thigh.

You focus on the road, not letting your contentment show in your features, “I know.”

Wanda knows though, she always does, and she gives you a kiss on the cheek.

The group in the back are arguing on what seems to be politics (you absolutely have no idea) , and you heard some sobbing and knife sharpening. Suddenly you’re grateful that you’re the one driving.

You notice Wanda’s lips twitch upwards at some of the sentences she catches with her ears.

You think that she’s cute.

Yeah, she’s definitely the cutest person ever.

“Your thoughs are loud, любовь,” Wanda grins teasingly.

you raise an eyebrow, “I see no reason to hide my affections.”

Wanda bites her bottom lip with a dreamy look on her face.

You doubt that there’s honestly anything more adorable than her.

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Then Wanda realises.

What the fuck.

Oh wow.

She gets up out of bed, her face sweating a little.

It’s only been six months.

She shakes her head at her doubt. She would not have thought of this if she wasn’t sure.

She was still nervous though.

She opens your door with ease. You didn’t lock it.

She stands in front of your bed, burying her face in her hand, thinking.

You awake to gentle calls.

You get up and pick up a gun, immediately pointing it to the person.

Wanda panics on reflex, and you sigh. You put the gun back in your drawer.

“Mind telling me why you’ve decided to give me an unwelcome surprise attack at 4 am in the morning?” you say groggily.

“I just…. uh…I have something to say.”

You open one eye for a bit before closing it again, “You do realise you could’ve chosen to wake anyone else if you had something to say? Even Tony is awake all night. That man never sleeps.”

Your tone isn’t irritated just rather sleepy.

Wanda fiddles with her fingers a little.

“I have something to say to you.”

You open both eyes this time, concern running through them.

“Is everything alright?”

Wanda smiles at your concern, and a flash of guilt overtook her features before she finally blurts out.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Silence.

Nothing.

Wanda feels a strong urge to run.

You blink twice.

“I love you too. Now get in bed,” you mumble simply.

You sink back into the comfort of your pillows and make grabby hands at your girlfriend.

Wanda stares for a second before registering your words, then she grins widely.

She slides into your bed and your legs found its way to hers, tangling them together.

She finds her way to your chest and lays her head there.

The sound of your heartbeat is a welcome lullaby.

“Wanda?”

“Hm?”

She looks up, and you press a quick but loving kiss on her lips.

“Goodnight, I love you.”

Six months, and Wanda’s lips still tingle.

“Goodnight, моя любовь.”

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sakusasbunny · 4 years ago

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— debasement

anon: Professor Kuroo thirst - it's office hours and you sit with your knees hugging your chest. u don't realize that he can see the back of your thighs and your underwear hugging your cunny. You shouldn't wear a skirt that short around kuroo sensei, not when you get wet at the sight of him. Not when you catch him wide eyed at wetness trickling around ur thighs.he's a young single professor, doesn't hurt to please him right?

pairing: kuroo t. x reader

cw: student-teacher relationship (college setting), age gap, non-con, blackmail, oral

wc: ~2.1k

a/n: again, i was carried away w what was just supposed to be a drabble :D. also a special thank you to @azo-musxas for beta reading this fic, ily!!

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You were sitting on the couch directly facing his desk as you fiddled with your skirt. Professor Kuroo had asked you to meet him in his office. He said he needed to talk to you, but he never specified the reason. You were nervous, what could he possibly need to talk to you about that he couldn’t just say after class?

Your heart raced as you watched him across the room grading papers. He ran a hand through his messy hair and adjusted the glasses that sat atop his nose. You noticed that the first few buttons of his dress shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his collarbone to you. The knot in your stomach was growing as you shamefully gawked at him, taking in the way his shoulders tensed after every long sigh and how his jaw was accentuated whenever he clenched it. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and you watched his arms flex as he tightened his grip on his pen. Your face flushed wondering how his hands would feel around your soft skin, gripping and bruising where he’d touched you.

It didn’t help your nerves that he’d ask you to wait till after he was done grading the last of his papers. Not when you were forced to be alone in a room with your young hot professor.

It shouldn’t take much longer, he promised. What a liar.

Pulling your knees to your chest and burying your face in your arms, you tried to provide yourself with what little comfort you could. You took a deep breath in and tuned everything else out, focusing only on the air that filled and escaped your lungs. However, as you attempted to distract yourself, your efforts resulted in the opposite and thoughts of your attractive professor clouded your mind. Unconsciously, your legs began rubbing together in earnest.

What you failed to realize was that your short skirt, which already was so revealing, had hiked up, exposing the cotton of your underwear to your professor.

As Kuroo’s eyes flitted up, he was greeted by your bare thighs and tight underwear that hugged your cunny. He’d noticed the way your legs clenched together as well. Kuroo leaned back in his chair and let out an appreciative sigh, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the pen in restraint.

God, you were a clueless little thing, weren’t you?

He’d surmised that you fluttered your way around life without so much a care in the world, not paying any attention to your surroundings or the bad men that lurked in the shadows. He could tell life had come so easily to you. You reeked of innocence and naïveté that he’d loved to debase. How cute, he thought. Didn’t you know never to wear such short skirts in front of men? The world was full of bad people and it was an important lesson for such a young girl like you to learn— one that he’d be glad to teach you.

Getting up, he circled his way around his desk, slowly making his way towards you. His movements weren’t unlike that of a predator eyeing his prey; you were just a poor gazelle unknowing of the lion preparing to strike. Kuroo sat down on the coffee table in front of you, careful not to make a sound. He wanted this moment to last longer so he could savor the sight in front of him. You still hadn’t realized how much you revealed to your professor as you hugged your knees to your chest.

Kuroo took in your stuttering breaths, his eyes dark as they trailed down to your soaked underwear. Such a naughty girl... were you thinking of him? Is that what was making your pussy drool all over his couch? His cock ached at the mere thought of it.

Oh, he was gonna have so much fun with you.

He placed a gentle hand on your forearm and your head shot up, “Uhm, P-Professor, I— Sorry, I didn’t hear you come over.”

“That’s alright,” he offered you a reassuring smile and it helped ease your nerves a little bit, “Don’t be so nervous, you’re not in any kind of trouble.”

His hand remained on your forearm, rubbing small circles around your skin.

“I-I’m not?”

“No, of course not, you haven’t done anything wrong.” He almost melted right there as your eyes lit up. “But— I would like to talk to you about your grades.”

“My grades?”

“Yes,” he said, leaning forward as he clasped his hands in front of him. Kuroo took a deep breath before he continued. “I’m afraid you're failing my class.”

“B-But I—” you stammered.

Your voice trailed off as tears began to prick your eyes. The crushing feeling in your chest weighed you down and you hugged your knees closer. Kuroo watched your lips tremble, slowly parting as if you were going to say something in protest but closing again.

“No, hey, hey… It’ll be okay, don’t cry.” He brought a hand to your face, cupping your cheek and wiping a tear that threatened to fall. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to relax into his touch.

“I’m here to help you out, yeah? You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you’ll find a way to bring your grades up.” You sighed in relief, but as you looked up at your professor, you could see the predatory gaze in his eyes as he stared down at you. The soothing feeling of his small embrace was suddenly drowned out by the sinister meaning behind his reassuring words. You leaned away from his touch, eyes widening in fear.

You shrunk back on the couch, inching as far as you could until your back was flat against the leather cushions. Panic kept you sedentary. You could have taken the chance and ran but as he stood slowly and peered at you with half-lidded eyes, you found yourself cemented in place.

Kuroo took a step towards you. He undid the knot in his tie, hooking his finger over the fabric and pulling it side to side until it effortlessly fell to the floor. He let out a low chuckle, the corners of his lips turning in a malicious smile.

“I think you know what you have to do.”

“P-Professor, please, n-”

He grabbed your chin harshly, silencing you.

“Don’t you see the opportunity I’m giving you? I have no qualms about letting you fail my class”

“No! Please, I’ll do anything!”

“Good… Now, why don’t you show me that slutty pussy of yours.”

You spread your legs wide for him and Kuroo situated himself in between your thighs. He was so close that you could feel his cool breath on your cunt.

“Look at you,” he said, taking in the sight before him. “Already dripping for me.”

He trailed two fingers on the damp spot that formed on your underwear and pressed lightly. You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to suppress the sigh threatening to escape your lips. You’d rather he got it over as quickly as possible, even if it ended up hurting you more, but he’s decided to savor the moment.

Kuroo hooked his finger on your panties, slipping them off your legs. The cold air in his office hit your dripping pussy, making you feel all the more exposed. You clamped your legs together in an effort to hide yourself but his hands were quick to grab your thighs, keeping your legs spread as wide as possible.

“Don’t.” His voice was low as he warned you.

Kuroo didn’t waste any time as he teased your hole with his tongue. He moved slowly and deliberately as he dove into your fluttering pussy. Your thighs tensed around his head but as he moved towards your clit, he felt your legs relax in his hold.

You couldn’t help but moan as he lapped at your dripping cunt, lost in your own pleasure. He brought two fingers to your lips, spreading you apart. Long fingers teased and prodded at your hole before slowly slipping inside you. It was a tight fit but your own wetness made it easy for him to pump his fingers inside you.

You were close, so close. Your hips were bucking into his fingers, practically begging him to go faster but the sudden realization of your situation brought you crashing down.

“Wait! Please, professor, I-I can’t—!”

“You can’t?” his fingers continued their movements, curling to massage that spot inside you and making you groan, “Well… that could mean anything when you’re making such loud, pretty noises for me.”

The slick sounds of your pussy were obscene as he spread the two fingers inside you stretching your walls. You let out a sob, the knot in the pit of your stomach tightened.

He hummed in approval.

“Good girl, I think you’re ready for me.”

Kuroo stood from his position and you watched him with glassy eyes as he unbuckled his belt and let his cock out of his slacks. You felt delirious and heavy laying down on the couch. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back on the soft cushions. You couldn’t make anything else out except for the loud clang when his pants hit the floor and a bright flash of white light that lasted only for a second, followed by a small beep.

He lined himself up with your hole, but not before sliding the angry tip of his cock on your slit and spreading his precum. He stretched you out, not bothering to slow down as he pushed his cock into the kiss of your puckered cervix. The blunt head of his cock forced a scream from your throat and you held onto the back of his neck, digging your nails into his skin. He hissed at the sensation.

Kuroo pulled out, leaving only his head inside, before slamming his hips against yours and battering the tight ring of the spongy muscle. He could feel your walls squeeze around his cock with every move he made, tugging him deeper into your pussy. You felt the prominent vein that ran along his shaft making you pulsate around him in desperation.

Tears streamed down your face as you screamed in pain and pleasure. You had the cutest look on your face as you tried not to enjoy yourself while Kuroo repeatedly bumped your g-spot with his cock. He took hold of your legs once more, bruising your plush skin with his grip. Pressing your legs flat on your chest, he put all his weight on the back of your thighs and he quickened his pace.

Kuroo’s desperation grew while he watched your mouth open in a silent scream. His pleasure was heightened thinking about how he was violating your most intimate parts. He’d dreamt of molesting cute girls like you— so deep in their denial even when their cunny’s sucking the cum right out of his cock.

You’d never let yourself admit how good you felt even as you gushed around him, soaking him in your slick. You were blinded with pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head, back arching, and legs thrashing underneath him. The knot in your core snapped all at once while you came around him.

He kept you close to him as he felt your walls flutter around his shaft. Kuroo drove his cock harder inside you, his pace unrelenting, and when his tip kissed your bruised womb, he came. He growled in your ear as he shot hot ropes of cum deep into your cunt. You could feel it trickle out of your convulsing hole as he fucked his cum into you.

You moaned— a sad, hiccuping moan, as he pulled himself out of your dripping cunny. He watched his seed dribble out of your stretched hole slowly before scooping it up and pushing it back inside. Kuroo helped pull your underwear up your legs, releasing the fabric with a snap, ensuring none of it would escape.

He pulled you up from your previous position and he cupped your face. Exhaustion filled your body and you couldn’t resist anymore, not that you had fought him all that hard. You openly stared back at him dumbly.

Your professor moved his phone in front of your face, waving it around to ensure you paid attention. Horror ran up your spine as the filthy sounds of your wanton moans flooded the room.

“Now, I’ve caught a little snippet of our… time together on video. I’m sure you wouldn’t want this getting out.” He let out a breathy laugh, chuckling at the dumbfounded look on your face. “ I mean— what would your classmates think of you? So, why don’t you meet me back here tomorrow at the same time? We can put that whore mouth of yours to use, pretty girl.”

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izzielizzie · 4 years ago

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Hi I have a request, but it's VERY au, but I've been thinking about it for a long time. So it's basically this: Maeve and Phoebe are best friends during the OOUIN time, I guess, and Maeve tells Phoebe about her cancer symptoms and her crush on Luis and they're at Brandon's funeral and they sit at a hidden place and Phoebe talks about Maeve's cancer and how she needs to talk to Luis and Addy, Kris, Nate, Cooper, and Luis hear. I think it would be interesting! Thanks love ❤❤ (love ur writing btw!)

ooo wow I love this idea, I’m going to pair this with another one-shot request I got where Brandon Weber is Mr. and Mrs. Rojas’ godson because they know Brandon’s parents, so basically Maeve is forced to go to the funeral to support her parents and because Brandon was her god-brother. Maeve and Phoebe are childhood best friends in this, like you suggested. Enjoy! Also this is the first time I’ve written from Phoebe’s pov so if the narration goes flat for a little while, it’s because I’m still trying to get a hang of her. Also Phoebe is being very sneaky in this fic, sorry, I like, ran out of ideas at some point. Okay I also read this over like two seconds ago it’s been in my drafts for forever basically, and I hate it but also kind of don’t? so let me know what y’all think.

“Wanna get away?” Maeve whispers in my ear as I sidle up next to her. She looks cute today in a short black dress and leggings, and her hair is down for once. Although maybe noticing that someone looks cute at a funeral is socially unacceptable.

“Sure,” I say as her hand slips into mine. I squeeze it once, our childhood code word for “are you okay?” that was invented when I visited Maeve in the hospital. She squeezes back with three quick squeezes: not really.

We’re standing between the church pews waiting for the funeral to start. Maeve’s been standing with her parents and Mr. and Mrs. Weber. and she looks so bored it’s actually amusing.

“Mom, we’re gonna find seats,” Maeve whispers into her mother’s ear.

“Sure honey,” Mrs. Rojas says absentmindedly patting the top of Maeve’s head. Maeve makes a face. “Oh, hello Phoebe dear,” Mrs. Rojas says wrapping me in a one-armed hug. She’s practically my second mother after having known her since I was three.

“Hi,” I manage to say back before Maeve yanks me out of the aisle and down the pews to one of the doors leading to the balcony. We pause for a moment, look around, and push through the door when we’re positive no one is watching us. I don’t need to know where we’re going. Maeve and I found the perfect alcove for hiding a long time ago: on the upper part of the balcony on the same side as our family’s pews, where we can see all of the churchgoers, but they can’t see us. It’s saved us from many boring church services.

“I hate it here,” Maeve says once we drop into our usual seats. Maeve scrunches down until all I can see is the top of her head and her feet that she’s propped onto the bannister.

“Of this I am aware.”

Maeve holds her hand up and I take it in both of mine. Hers are too cold. I was honored when Maeve chose me out of all of her friends to tell me about how worried she is about her cancer coming back, but now I’m scared I’m gonna lose her every time I look at her. She’s withering away in front of me and there’s nothing I can do. “Wake me up when this is over.”

“Okay,” I say. The funeral itself doesn’t start for another twenty minutes, and Maeve spends the entire time with her head on my shoulder, her eyes closed. I’m not sure if she’s sleeping or pretending, but I squeeze her hand in mine and lay my head on top of hers. I’m drifting off too when I feel someone tapping my shoulder. I turn to see not only Addy Prentiss standing over me, but Cooper Clay, Nate Macauley, Luis Santos, and Cooper’s boyfriend Kris too.

“Hi,” I whisper.

“Is she asleep?” Addy asks, reaching forward to tentatively run a hand through Maeve’s hair. I glace up at her, and catch sight of Luis looking at her with that longing look he reserves for only her. I love Maeve with my whole heart, but even I have to admit that running out after their kiss was a jerk move.

“Very,” I confirm.

“She’s so adorable,” Addy whispers as she drops her hand to her side. “We’ll sit back there so we won’t wake her.” She says, waving to the seats a few rows back. I nod as Maeve stirs against me.

“I know,” I whisper back with a nod as Addy steps away. Before I can think much of it I call Nate’s name.

“Yeah?” He asks, looking at me weirdly.

“Bronwyn’s not here?”

Nate shakes his head. “She couldn’t get a plane here fast enough. Why?”

I shake my head, pursing my lips. I want to tell him and all of Maeve’s friends about her cancer so badly, but I can’t betray Maeve’s trust. She’s been my best friend for thirteen years. I’d be lost without her.

“I hate funerals,” Maeve mumbles to me a moment later when the priest’s microphone screeches so loudly Maeve startles out of her slumber.

“I know babe.”

“God I can’t believe he’s gone,” Maeve says. She shifts a little, her right foot slipping down the banister.

“Neither can I.” I’m hyper aware of the people behind us even though they probably can’t hear us, and I really hope Maeve doesn’t bring up my relationship with Brandon.

“I feel bad for my parents. I mean, god to lose your godson.”

My head snaps towards Maeve, who’s staring up at the ceiling. ��I forgot about that. Jesus, I just called your godbrother an asshole. I’m so sorry.”

Maeve raises an eyebrow at me. “I hated him Phoebe. I just feel bad for saying that about him now that he’s not...” Maeve trails off.

“With us because of illicit activities?” I offer.

Maeve smiles. “Let’s not make it sound like he was a cult sacrifice Lawton.”

For some reason, that makes me double over laughing. Maeve sits up and shakes me. “Shut up someone will hear us.” I wave Maeve away and sit up.

“Okay, okay, sorry.”

Maeve smirks at me as she slides back down in her seat. I glance behind us and see Addy holding onto Cooper’s arm as she laughs. I catch her eye, glance down to make sure Maeve isn’t looking at me - she’s not - and then point to Addy, tap my ear, and then wave at Maeve and I. I’m trying to ask if they can hear us, but I must look like a madwoman. Thankfully, Addy understands because she nods vigorously. I give her a thumbs up and turn back towards the priest as he lists off Brandon’s virtues. None of which he actually possessed.

I bite my lip as I contemplate my next words. Maeve doesn’t know that anyone’s behind us, and asking her about her cancer and her crush on Luis would be deceptive. But I also know Maeve. She’ll never talk about those things unless pushed.

Oh what the hell? You only live once and all that crap.

I start off with a logical question: “Are you gonna miss him?”

Maeve turns to me. “Who? Brandon?”

“Yeah, I mean he was your godbrother.”

“And?”

“And you’ve always wanted a brother, right?”

“I’ve wanted an older brother Phoebe. Not a jerk who pushed me into a pond, poured coffee onto my lap when I was wearing shorts, and called me Cancer Girl for like, three years.”

Ouch. When she puts it that way, my question was pretty dumb.

“Right. Well, it’s too bad you don’t have an older brother that’s nice. Not that Brandon would have counted anyway, he’s younger than you.”

Maeve gives me her you’re such an idiot look. “Um, Phoebe, have you met Nate?”

“I have,” I say.

“Then you’ve met my older brother.”

“Right. Sorry, I should have remembered that.”

“Mhm.” Maeve goes back to staring at the ceiling, and I glance back to Addy and co. Addy’s mouthing “awww” at me with her hands over her heart, and Nate’s smiling a little at the back of Maeve’s chair. Oh yeah they can hear us all right.

“Too bad Knox doesn’t have older brothers,” I say.

“Why?” Maeve asks.

“Because then they would have been like your brothers when you dated him.”

“I suppose so.”

“Luis has an older brother.”

Maeve’s still staring at the ceiling, so I risk a glance back behind me. Addy’s grinning at me and Luis is rolling his eyes.

“So?” Maeve asks.

“So if you dated him, Manny would be like your brother.”

Maeve rolls her eyes. “Good to know,” she says in her end of conversation voice.

“I know right? You could ask him out you know.”

“No.”

“But Maeve why not?”

“No.”

“Maevey.”

“No.”

I can’t stand seeing Luis’s disappointed face, so I don’t turn around.

“Okay, give me one reason why you shouldn’t date the very kind, very handsome, and very in love with you person, who would say yes in a heartbeat.”

Maeve looks at me, her eyes searching my face. “It would be unfair,” she finally says.

“To who?”

“To whom,” she corrects, sounding and looking exactly like Bronwyn.

“Right, that.”

“It would be unfair to Luis. Because I’d be dating him under false pretenses.”

“What?”

“False pretenses Phoebe, it means-”

“I know what it means, I just don’t understand what you mean.”

“Because I’m dying.”

Wow okay. I pause for a moment. I glance behind me to see five equally stricken faces. Looks like Maeve really didn’t tell anyone other than me.

“But Maeve you don’t know that. because you won’t tell anyone.” My voice rises with frustration and I’m scared I’ll start yelling and won’t stop. I’ve had weeks of pent of fear and anger inside of me, and the fear of losing my best friend is the straw that might just break this camel’s back.

“God, Phoebe, stop yelling. And I do. I mean, I’ve had every symptom except joint pain.”

“Well that’s good,” I say sarcastically. “We’ll just wait for you to rot and die and if your joints start hurting along the way we’ll consider telling someone.”

Maeve stares at me. “Don’t you dare tell Phoebe Lawton.”

I’m too angry to think about the consequences when I wave dramatically behind us. “I didn’t need to babe. You did it for me.”

Maeve sits up, turns around so quickly I’m afraid she’ll get whiplash, sees Cooper, Kris, Addy, Nate, and Luis sitting behind her, sighs, and slouches back in her chair.

I’m taken aback. “You’re not gonna yell at me?”

Maeve doesn’t answer, her hands over her face. Fear surges through me and I lean forwards to take her arms and shake her. “Maevey, Maevey are you okay? Please don’t be crying.”

There’s a cry of alarm behind me, and within an instant, Nate and Addy are on Maeve’s other side.

“I’m not crying,” Maeve mumbles, her voice angry but resigned as she pulls her hands away to reveal her bloody nose.

Nate’s pulled a napkin out of his pocket before I can even realize what’s happened.

“Where are your parents Maeve?” Cooper asks urgently. He, Kris, and Luis have joined us.

“Downstairs.” I glance down to see the procession leaving the church. I catch sight of Mrs. Rojas’s red curls in the sea of black.

“Hurry they’re leaving,” Addy says urgently, but Cooper’s already gone. I turn back to Maeve as she sobs into Luis’s shoulder. Fear surges through me causing my heart to thump and my head to hurt until Mrs. Rojas arrives with Cooper on her heels.

The next hour and half is a blur. I’m in the waiting room of Bayview Hospital next to Addy. My head is on her shoulder and she’s stroking my hair. “She’s gonna hate me,” I say, staring at the wall.

“She’s not,” Addy says.

“Yes she is.” I insist.

Cooper puts his hand on my knee. “You did the right think Phoebe. Maeve knows that.”

“I hope so. But if she doesn’t die, I’m gonna kill her. Did she really expect me to be able to keep a secret like that?”

Nate shakes his head. “That’s Maeve for you.”

I smile at him. “It’s cute she thinks of you as a brother.”

Nate gives me a half grin. “She’s been my little sister from the moment I had an actual conversation with her. I’m just glad she feels the same way.”

“She talks about you a lot. Well, all of you. You mean a lot to her.”

“Glad to hear it,” Luis says darkly. He’s thinking about their kiss, I can tell.

“Especially you,” I say to him. “She’s just scared of hurting you. Give her time.”

“Time for what?” Maeve asks as she walks into the waiting room behind her mother.

“For admitting you’re in love with Luis.”

“Right,” Maeve says. She looks too tired to be embarrassed. “Want to sleep over Phoebe?”

“What? You don’t hate me?”

Maeve smiles. “I could never. I needed a push, and you knew it.”

“Well thank god I thought I’d have to start asking Emma for rides to school.”

Maeve rolls her eyes at me as we all stand and walk towards the exit. “Love you Maevey Laevey” I say, using my childhood nickname for her as I throw my arm around her.

“Back at ya Phoebe Jeebies.”

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 5 years ago

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Upcoming Requests

As I promised, I’m popping on to post a list of all my requests I’m doing. I know I have asks and messages, but I’m not going to go through them right now, but I appreciate all your support everyone. I’m not tagging people who requested until it’s posted because most of these are anons. Please like and reblog this, just so others are aware of what I’m doing, and comment which pieces you’re looking forward to the most! It’s a LONG list, so I’m adding a read more option. I’m not posting these in any order, that’s just how they’re listed.

Also check out my writing challenge in my bio!

Requests:

Bellamy Blake:

Can you do a Bellamy x reader? which takes place in season 3 with the chips that take away their pain. The reader is going through something and wants to take it but Bellamy stops them? Love your writing and don’t care about the haters!

Hi! It’s me again. I’ve got this BellamyxReader idea where the reader has become more and more reckless, and when she kills someone she doesn’t even flinch. Everyone’s worried, especially Bellamy. When they get to restrain chipped-Raven and they’re taking shifts to check on her. While it’s the reader’s turn, Raven says something that makes her snap. I have 2 ideas for the end: either the readers goes out and points a gun to her head or she points it to Raven. Either way, Bellamy stops her. (I was thinking that maybe no one knows about it and that the reader’s been keeping it under control with the meds Kane managed to give her before she was sent to earth with the 100 (maybe she could be Kane’s daughter).Then, when Jaha started chipping everyone, ALIE ordered someone to steal her meds and she didn’t really want to tell anyone about the missing meds. She started to go through the maniac phase of it, and people around her (Bellamy, Clarke) started to notice that something was off Then, coming back to my original request lol, Raven told her that they stole their meds to mess with her and you can connect it with the rest of my other request)

Hi there, I was wondering if i could request an angsty/fluffy S5 Bellamy fic based on the song “Hesitate” by the Jonas Brothers? Thank you ☺❤

Is it possible to get a bellamy one-shot or something based on the song “I hate you, I love you” by gnash and olivia o’brien? I’m not really picky (at all) by what the plot is, but I feel like it’s a good song to write a fic about, thanks girlie 💜 ~ Posted!

Okay soooo I have this on my mind for aawhile!Are you able to do a Bellamy Blake x plus size (if you want) reader imagine based on the song “Don’t wanna fall in love” by KYLE… if you want though!

Hi! I have a request What about a Bellamy x Reader based on the song Happy Pills by Weathers?

Would you be willing to do a Bell x Reader based on the song ALARM by Anne-Marie? Maybe something in season 1, but you can decide a different season if it’s easier☺

Your song fics are so goooddddd! Can you PLEASE do one based on If the World was Ending? Its by JP Saxe and Julia Michaels. Can it be a lot of angst and maybe a cute ending if it works? Thank you!!!!!

Hi!! I love your work! I was wondering if you could write a Bellamy x reader based on the song Hot Girl Bummer by blackbear! Thank you ❤️ have a nice day!

Could you maybe do something Season 1 Bellamy where he's tough and lets everybody "do whatever the hell they want" but he's bossier to you and you're a rebellious spirit but he's actually being hard on you because he really really likes you and he doesn't want anything to happen to you (he's bossy in a roundabout way so he makes sure you get dinner and are safe and stuff) and maybe something happens and she gets hurt cause she's mad at him and he admits his feelings for her? Sassy and sweet?

Sirius Black:

hello! can i request an imagine in which reader is Lucius’ little sister, so she has a bad reputation among the marauders, but on their last year, her and Sirius are supposed to work on a project together so they start spending more time together and he realises that she’s not like her family at all, so they start developing feelings for each other? maybe they even kiss in the end? hehe. thanks!

Hey sweets! I was wondering if I could request a oneshot with young!Sirius please? Something with a lot of mutual pining? Also if the reader could be in Ravenclaw that would be really nice :) Thanks anyways 💓

can i request an extremely fluffy (floof upon floof) and wholesome fic with sirius? :’) thank you

Could you please write a Sirius x reader where the reader is a Gryffindor but is very quiet and cold and Sirius tries to get closer to her?

Hey! I saw that your requests for the marauders were open. I would like to request a Sirius oneshot where he has a crush on reader who is super sassy and will not give him time of the day. He is a bit sad and so maybe James takes it upon himself to get them together? Maybe as a bonus they help July get together too? Thankyou 😍

Hey! How are you? Thanks to Seira I discovered you were writing for the marauders! So I was thinking could you right something on the marauders (Sirius x reader) were it’s full moon and they’re in the muggle world. Moony is stuck in the middle of a village, there is a lot of muggle around him so the reader (who is an animagus too since she’s a marauder) save him but finish hurt by a villager so Sirius protect her and carry her away? I hope it’s understandable and sorry if my English is bad :)

Barry Allen:

Hiii! One last request before you close them! Maybe a Barry Allen x reader where the reader has got “dark” powers? I picture her like Billie Eilish in her music video “Bury a Friend”. I don’t know if I explained it clearly ��

James Potter:

I really love your works on Harry Potter (basically marauders) Can I request 14, 16, 18, 23, 28 for James Potter. Can reader be Remus' twin sister, a Gryffindor? I I would be really happy to read it. Also if possible can you make a happy ending for it? I trust you can write a perfect fic! Thank you:) (are you still open to this kind of requests?)~ Posted!

could u maybe work on a lil james potter fic (cus ur reqs for him are open)? one where he's trying so hard to get a girl in the quidditch team (but she's bolder than he is so she tells him she'll only join if he goes on a date w her) i thought it'd be pretty cool... thank u

I don't know if you are taking one shot requests but if you are, I would like to request a James Potter x reader (different houses, not specified) where they enter a Hogwarts Couples Baking Challenge and they're just having fun. Thanks!

Remus Lupin:

Hi!!! Could I get a gender neutral!reader x Remus?? Something with mutual pining maybe?? Also I would love if the reader is in hufflepuff!! Thank you!!!

Hey! Can I request a oneshot with Remus where he likes reader who is Lily's best friend and us smarter than her too and is also a prefect? He asks for her help to study and accidentally confesses his feelings at the same time/or confesses during one of their prefect rounds? Thankyou!

can i request some angst for younger remus where it's a couple days after the full moon and he looks for the reader so they can cuddle (they're already dating) and he finds them kissing another guy, and he asks reader why and the readers like "i dont want you anymore, i love this guy, blah blah blah" and he's heart broken but later somehow reader's friend finds out the guy gave them a love potion and fixes it, and reader has to try to explain to Remus that it's what happened but he doesn't (1/2) believe her, and it's all angsty because he's mad at her but in the end he understands or something like that, and i am SO sorry that this is so long, and i love love love your writing~ Posted!

John Murphy:

I think 18 by 1D would be such a cute song for Murphy! I saw your requests were open for him (THANK GOD because your writing is incredible!) and I was hoping you wouldn’t mind? Thanks love!

John Murphy with a reader that got her arm or leg or both taken on earth and it’s about her recovering and John helping her. If you can’t do John then sorry for bothering!!

Undecided:

I wasn't going to ask this because I already requested something (believe me when I say I read the moment I knew lots of times already), but just trying it won't hurt me, right? (right? 😭) I need something based on lover of mine by 5sos it can be bellamy, sirius, james, remus or bucky, whoever you think would fit better. thank you for putting up with my shit 🤧 love you tons - 🍑 (Undecided because I haven’t figured out who to write for yet, I think it might be Bucky)

So this is hella randombut can u do a eli goree x reader ship. Eli played wells on the 100 and mad dog on riverdale btw. Anyway can it be were your also famous actor and played in the 100 and riverdale ect and u guys are playing a game on the jimy falon show and your picking random QUITIONS from a dec of cards abd most of them are things having to fo with ur friend ship (u guys are like bestfriends and everybody ships u2) reader picks random card that says I asked you out would you say yes? (Undecided because my requests aren’t open for Eli and I’ve never written for an actor before, but I kinda wanna write this despite my requests not for him. So idk yet. Question: If I do write this, do you Eli to say yes? and do you want them together? No promises on writing it, but send me an ask and let me know please.)

#Request list #todo #Requests closed #send asks #bellamy blake x reader #Sirius black x reader #barry allen x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter x reader #bucky barnes x reader #let me know which ones yall are waiting for #I came i posted imma leave

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abbeyfangirl · 5 years ago

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dragon age: all characters (companions)

I’ve been in this fandom for a hot minute now and I want to update my opinions on characters :)

Origins

Alistair: super sweet dude who literally is not the stereotypicalchantryguyfightme. He’s a great example of healthy masculinity and I totally wish he was bi because I have an entire essay on that— also: he’s a poc! His mum was brown. In game he’s got dark features. if you really want a blond/blue-eyes/white guy, make your warden that. or accept that brown people can be noble and moral. or just draw cailan, idk. just because BioWare whitewashes doesn’t mean you should.

Leliana: someone hug my singing girlfriend before I crush her under with my own hugs. Also: nugs. Yes! Shoes. Yes! She likes how I style my hair? YES!! I honestly think she’s super duper and it pisses me off whenever someone’s like: yeah she enjoys killing people and the Game. ok. and michel de chevin willingly participated in genocidal marches through the alienage he grew up in with his elvhen mum.

Morrigan: dirty swamp witch that i stan and also have a v big crush on. tiddies. Have a son with a GW so we can raise him with our tiddies out in the forest. she’s also white-passing, as her father was chasind and all people we’ve seen that are chasind are black. therefore, she is biracial. therefore, poc can be goths and don’t shy away from giving morrigan a darker skintone. if the devs had of been thinking, she’d have a darker skintone.

Zevran: Actually is the best romance, I think. Loves consent, therefore I will stan him so hard my skull cracks a little. Also: he is a very brown boy and if he’s white in da4 I’m seriously going to throw all canon out the fucking window. genuinely a good person who needs to be told so.

Wynne: grandma who only likes my friends who go to church. but also super sweet and I’d rest my head on her bosom (in a platonic way omg ZEVRAN)

Sten: angry quiet boi. the bestest boi. I totally would give him a kitten for a gift and bake him cookies. Thicc softie. I think if I had DA:O and i knew how to use mods i would mod the fuck outta him. sorry.

Sha(y)le: who’s gender? idk her. See also: fuck birds and authority. pound ur ass into the ground you feathery meatbag little shits. fuck songbirds.

Dog: such a good boi. thicc. thinks Alistair is a whiny fuck and is Morrigan’s only friend. love him. he’s the cutest companion. bet.

Ohgren: honestly forgot about him bcc he’s such a shitbag. also: he could’ve been a really cool addiction recovery type but NOPE. probably would have a trump shirt in a modern au and would catcall wlw and hit mlm. no thanks.

Awakening

Anders: he acts like rlly straight but he’s so gay I can smell it. also he’s rlly cute and fun and I love him so much.

Justice: MAYBE i’M selF CONSCious OF THE twitchING. is the friend that genuinely doesn’t get dick jokes but is ur 110% ride or die.

Nathaniel Howe: honestly is sort of a white knight/neck beard a little, but it’s kind of charming with his whole velanna m’lady?? grump boi. annoying soul patch that I’d mod out SO FAST—

Sigrun: would have ROMANCED the FUCK out of her. why she even entertains the idea of fucking with ohgren makes me realize most of the writers are dumbfucks.png. peppy little emo. 12/10 would die if she kissed my cheek teasingly.

Ohgren: why. why. why. I’d have brought Shayle over. Maybe Zev? Definitely Dog.

Velanna: she was written to be an annoying feminist and you can tell but I deadass am a kindred spirit with her bcc I too am deadpan annoyed with Thedas’ general population too. love her. Would’ve loved to romance her. She’d totally be one of those who’d get all tsundere and be like “n-no i hate you” *kisses the fuckin soul out of you then blushes so hard she’s now a tomato*

Dragon Age II

Anders: fuck the cops. i don’t care. fuck the cops. (vine reference). also: do i hate him for blowing up the chantry that would eventually annul a huge collection of his people? no. read dalishious’s meta on Anders. v intriguing. didn’t they retcon the fuck out of the reported deaths too? like there was like eight Templars and Elthinia in there. Templars killed more “abominations” in a day than Anders in the game canon—

Aveline: initially thought she was fine and then realized she’s shit to my lil brother and I will fucking clap her ginger ass. See also: whorephobia isn’t a joke so fuck off with treating Isabela badly, you tit.

Bethany: sunshine. Literal sunshine. I feel my freckles grow in her presence and i love it. she’s my little baby sister and I’d slam that ogre so fuckin hard before it touched either twin.

Carver: there has to be a mod where both twins survive. I love them both to bits. My babies. carver is my bitter, angry little brother and I can relate because I too am very angry and would totally clap my own ass. hes so genuine and I don’t get the competition between Beth and Carver. Like, both are fuckin stellar in different ways. In this essay I will—

Fenris: honestly, I don’t get the general hate between him and Anders. Fenris’ main arc should’ve been a recovery arc, not drunken moping and revenge. he deserves better. give him a soft sweater instead of his spikes and let him love himself as much as I love him for MAKERS SAKE. like when you really think about their relationship, it could’ve been an eye-opener for fenris and finally some legit sympathy for anders. but we all know that if they had of teamed up that Meredith would’ve been dead before the end of Act 1 so.

Isabela: whorephobia is not a joke. oversexualizing your only appearing brown woman is so poorly written. how about we appreciate her and her lovely bosoms but also let people tease her about her heart of gold? her innate understanding of freedom? instead of just a wave of dick? please?? can we give her some pants for when she fights? can we accept that i fall for rogues who hate themselves?? fuck. also whomever draws her x femHawke x Merrill literally is after my own heart.

Merrill: my fucking babygirl MARRY ME. Fenris could’ve been her older brother type, but NO. she and Isabela should’ve been canonical gfs instead of Isabela/Fenris (no shaming the pairing tho!!). I love how she’s written as neurodivergent. V nice. Sometimes I just look her up and cry because she’s fucking everything. Also: she’s in the Dalish origin and she’s far from being white. Why did they make the most innocent/naïve character really white? hmmmm.

Sebastian: whew that boy. Would totally be that annoying Mormon at your door but you still let him in bcc he’s super sweet. Also: huge ass bible thumper and should get his head slap because you said the maker loved all his children why do you defend a complicit old hag you annoying attractive fuck—

Varric: totally is a bard and the devs couldn’t handle the idea of him being one bcc it might make him look less straight. is the only grey morality person I don’t want to fucking bash in with a fry pan. he sees people and I like that, but you totally know he’s siding with mages every time bcc him and Anders are like besties. I’m sorry. I don’t make the rules. “Professional Younger Brother”.

Tallis: I know nothing about her but she seems okay. I think she was an escaped slave and honestly? Fucking props. Spy on a shitting organization, idk what you’re doing, but your VA was that cool lesbian from SPN so I think ur okay?

Inquisition

Blackwall: Redemption Arc 101. Love him to bits. Sad dad bunwall. good man. actually atoned for his sins by actively becoming a good person. his initial design is 80% hotter im so sorry but so not.

Cassandra: was way browner in the last game. would romance the fuck outta her. I love me a butch lady who melts at my dorky recitation of poetry. BioWare is a coward. also is the worst choice for divine. but not a bad person. could use some more guidance or get her ass whipped by a dalish elf about religion or a circle mage kid whos like “yeah bud i didn’t ask for the templars to whip my ass everyday for existing.”

The Iron Bull: I think the Qunari/Vashoth were a little based off black people (the whole anti blackness thing where ppl are scared of them bcc of whatever reason) and it pisses me off that he had a weird ass dubcon thing with Dorian in banter. It doesn’t make sense— he’s an A+++ dom and would not jump straight in role play without at least checking in at first like wtf BioWare.

Cole: his mother was chasind so he’s like not supposed to be that white? or like biracial? albino? idk. love him to bits tho. He’s neurodivergent and I deadass love him. romancing him? idk. I see why ppl think it’s fuckin nasty but also like as a writer I’d age him the fuck up so fast before my inquisitor even THOUGHT about that. like idk. I’m down with him being a sweet little bro character tho. he’s a babe. love him.

Sera: had the worst fucking writer I’ve ever seen and I willingly read the twilight saga twice by a shit ass racist white lady who okay’d pedophilia. like. Fuck you Kristjanson suck your own dick you fuck. had the worst options in regards to speak to her. has a thicc case of internalized racism that literally most of the fandom just loves to use against her. my lesbian neurodivergent queen. Would write a thousand fix it fics for her. Love her to bits. im gay.

Varric: I haven’t played DA2 so i don’t get why everyone wants to romance him but like. a dwarf romance? yes please. Idk he reminds me of my uncle so I only see him as fun uncle material. Deadass should adopt Cole and Merrill and co parent with Blackwall for Sera. dads? fuck yeah. love me some wholesome, present fathers.

Dorian: is a gay stereotype that I love/hate so much. and he’s also just as bad about being a creep bcc he sexualizes qunari men (in banter). I attribute that to shit writing tho. I want to protect him from all the “omg gay best friend!” people. he’d clearly be that tired gay that wouldn’t give a diddly damn about ur het romance. wanna talk about politics? he’s ur guy/gay.

Solas: “me, an intellectual:”. I don’t hate him, but I’m not about him. He comes off as mysterious and suave (which he totally is) but I deadass would not save him from himself because he’s a racist, exclusionist eggshell. idk. not my cup of tea, but I can totally see the appeal. And he’s interesting, I’ll totally say that. “I think the Dalish are garbage but they made you” is not a compliment. it’s so offensive. and such bait for “quirky girls” which I’m no fan of. Would be Achilles and let Patroclus (Lavellan in his case) die before he realized how his pride is literally a waste of time. If he gets a redemption arc I hope Lavellan gets to slap him before getting him to teach all about ancient Arlathan and show that the Evanuris weren’t all total dicknozzles. (Aka I really have a hard time believing that they’d be slavery cult things. especially since they’ve compared elves to indigenous ppl, Jews and the Romani.)

Vivienne: it’s so racist that they’d make a black woman be pro-slavery. That’s such internalized racism. She could’ve been the cool ass “educate yourself first before you speak, fool” ice lady, but NO. the devs could’ve kept the “Templars are a tool that I proudly can mandate” and the “circles are very good education” and we. Could. Have. Romanced. Her. Like. Fuck. Sake. I just wanna give her a hug and say “love yourself omg!!” and not even in a romantic way. Also: she and morrigan should not have been so antagonistic towards each other. I’d expect them to have great respect for each other, as they both moved up in the world through hardwork and very little help. They could learn different magic from each other too and still maintain that rival respect “oh you” mood. Sidenote: probably the cooler option for Divine. if her approval is high enough she’ll love and be loyal to you forever and i can’t see her agenda being bad. she improves the circles exponentially and tells all the antis to suck her pretty painted toes.

Josephine: an actual disney princess. romanced her my first playthrough. I love her so much. she just makes me so happy. And she’s like: “Integrity, Loyalty, peace. That is what it means to be a GREY WARDEN good fucking person.” she’s the person who would let you hold her hand if you got anxious and she’d be that person who shouldered the whole group project with finesse and poise and would probably lie for everyone as to not be mean. i love josie. her and leliana’s relationship is so cute, too. whether it’s romantic or not: women supporting women.

Leliana: if you leave her hardened you must hate her. why. she becomes so against herself. i like how shes feminine and lighthearted because that’s so powerful-- to remain hopeful when the world is hopeless. (its hard to know when to soften her/harden her so i get it but. google it. she deserves to be happy and sweet again.)

Cullen: uwu war criminal with shit ass “redemption arc” that was actually a half-assed (at BEST) recovery arc. Recovery isn’t linear, it isn’t pretty, and even the broken need to be told they are wrong in order to heal right. Like I’m offended by that bullshit. I’ve had to do some mental health recovery in the past and unlearning lots of toxic ideologies— which I’m still unlearning— and it bothers me that he gets an easy pass because he’s hot. It’s one thing if you like Cullen, it’s another thing if you hold him accountable.

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elizabethemerald · 5 years ago

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Catra Joined the Rebellion AU

@sconefacedgirl Here’s the story you asked for!

AO3

"pls someone write a catradora fic where they are in love and this whole enemy stuff is just a stupid roleplay pls"

I took the roleplay prompt a little literally. This isn't quite an everyone is happy AU, but it's an AU where Catra and Adora have been honest with each other about how they each feel. Any challenge they face, they face side by side, hand in hand.

Catra looked between the lever that could destroy the world and the girl she had grown up with. Then an evil grin split her face and she grabbed the lever and pulled it towards her.

"Catra, no!" Adora said, standing up from her spot at the table. Catra turned to look at her from her own spot standing on the table posing dramatically. “You were supposed to turn away from the lever and free me so we could defeat Hordak together! And then we would kiss as the sun set over Etheria!”

“Nah, I can’t do that!” Catra said, hopping down from the table. “I’m playing a full angst version of myself! I’m a tortured soul! I’ll destroy the world before I go with you! Haven’t you been listening about the badass leather jacket I’m wearing now?”

Catra swaned and posed around the table. Glimmer giggled and Bow groaned.

“I for one am glad that at least one campaign with you two won’t dissolve into sloppy make-outs between your two characters!” Bow said, his papers in his hands.

“Our make-outs aren’t sloppy!” Adora cried. “They are elegant, cultured, and refined.”

Glimmer laughed at Adora’s attempts to sound fancy, she always put strange emphasis’ on words when she tried to sound fancy.

“I think the real reason you’re so happy.” Glimmer said past her laughs. “Is that you have some dark stuff you’ve written and you want the chance to actually be able to make us play it!”

Bow smiled and flipped through the notes he held. He looked at a certain page closely and his smile got even wider. He winked at Glimmer.

“That’s concerning. Let’s get into it shall we?” Adora said. The sword of protection was leaning against the table on her side.

Bow’s face grew serious and he focused on his writing. His voice took on the resonance of a practiced storyteller.

The portal spins to life, with crackling bolts of power coming off it. The three massive pieces of the gate lift into the air and take their place. Adora you can only watch in horror as the portal opens wider and wider. A white light pours out of the portal and fills the room shutting down all of your senses.

Bow looked around, pausing for dramatic effect while the others watched him closely.

Adora you awaken as if from a nightmare. The dream you had fades quickly. Catra is on your chest.

“Yes! Finally!” Catra cheered. She jumped across the table to land on Adora’s lap, her tail lashing happily and her pupils were dilated.

“Careful! You could upset the pieces!” Bow said. He fussed for a few seconds over the characters he had made for them all, until Glimmer nudged him. “Oh, right.”

Adora you sit up in fear, but you can’t remember why you would be afraid of Catra. She’s been your best friend your entire life.

“Damn straight!” Catra said from her spot on Adora’s lap. Adora had her arms around the other girl’s waist, holding her to keep her from slipping off. Bow gave Catra a look then continued.

You two are back in the Frightzone. You are in the same bunk you’ve slept in together since you were children.

“Have I ever mentioned how cute that is?” Glimmer asked. Bow glared at her before either of the others could answer.

“Do you three actually want to play or do you want to keep interrupting me?” Bow said. His arms were crossed and he was holding his notes tighter than was probably necessary. When no one spoke he continued.

Neither of you can remember a time where you had left the Frightzone. Neither of you remember a time where one of you was called to be the She-Ra of Etheria. You are both in the past, and not just the past, but a past that played out differently. You two are the champions of conquest of Thaymor.

All three of the girls around the table held their breath and leaned forward. None of them wanted to make a noise that might interrupt Bow. The conquest of Thaymor? Where Adora and Catra had decided to abandon the Horde and join the rebellion fighting against Hordak? What had the brilliant Bow come up with?

Bow was about to continue with his story when there was a knock at the door. He threw up his hands in defeat causing his papers to fly everywhere. One of the Brightmoon guards stuck their head in.

“Commanders, Catra, apologies for the interruption. Commanders, you are needed urgently in the war room.” They said.

Glimmer teleported immediately to her feet, then out into the hallway.

“I guess this is as good a spot to stop as any.” Bow muttered as he hurried out of the room into the hall. Catra removed herself from Adora’s lap and leaned against the table they had been playing their game on. She was surprised to see a hand enter her field of view.

“Catra?” Adora said in the soft voice that was reserved for Catra and Catra alone. “I might need your help in there.”

Catra looked at the hand for a second, then took it, Adora had the sword of protection in her other hand. She and Catra jogged to the war room, hand in hand. Catra watched Adora’s face. The other girl’s mouth was set in a grim line. Before they entered the war room Adora released Catra's hand.

"For the honor of Grayskull."

Catra squinted against the aura of her love transforming. She-Ra walked into the war room. Catra followed close behind.

Entrapta sat on Emily, the robot she had stolen from the Horde, near the entrance. She had multiple holo screens in front of her and she was typing rapidly with both her hair and fingers.

Projected on the large screen was a shadowy outline. Catra's eyes slid sideways to look at Adora. Only a few of them knew the double agents real identity. It was of the utmost importance that no one in the Horde find out who she was. However She-Ra did not make eye contact with Catra, only staring at the screen.

"I have good news and bad news to report." Her voice was heavily muffled and changed by the filters Entrapta had put on the com device. "The good news is that the number of deserters is rising daily. The sound systems Entrapta hacked into are working like a charm. Hordak is at the end of his rope trying to find all the speakers and destroy them. And while he's focused on that I'm working on fixing the misinformation the Horde tells its soldiers. Shadow weaver hasn't noticed that I'm changing her files yet."

"And the bad news?" Glimmer asked. She-Ra was leaning on the war table. Catra put one hand on her arm and one on the table.

"Two deserters were captured trying to escape the Frightzone. They were put on the next transport to Beast Island."

Catra felt the muscles in the arm under her hand tense.

"Do you know their names?" She-Ra asked quietly. Catra could hear Adora's voice under there as well. The double agent hesitated.

"Kyle and Rogelio."

A cracking noise echoed in the small space. Followed shortly by a short, metallic screeching. She-Ra had crushed the edge of the table under her grip, and Catra had dug her claws into it as well.

"Is Lonnie ok?" Catra asked.

"I'm keeping Lonnie safe with me." A small hand appeared and waved in the corner of the screen.

"Keep yourself safe as well. We can't lose you." Catra said barely loud enough to be heard. The informant then attempted to turn of the broadcast.

“Oops sorry. Small buttons and large claws.” It took a few more attempts before the screen cut out.

The silence weighed heavily on the room. A shimmer of light announced She-Ra transforming back into Adora. She hung her head, her hands resting in the larger handprints she had put into the table edge. Catra held her softly, leaning her head on the other girl’s shoulder. She knew Adora was struggling to get her tears under control. Adora grabbed one of her hands and gave it a light squeeze before straightening. She coughed, to get everyone’s attention.

Talk in the room ran in circles. They were sure they were doing everything that could be done to get the soldiers out of the Horde before Hordak caught them. Each of the princesses had wild ideas and plans but there was very little they could do.

Catra ignored all of them, only joining in the conversation to shoot down particularly terrible ideas. Instead she only focused on Adora. Her friend was forcing down her grief at the loss of their two squad mates. Of course Rogelio and Kyle would leave the Horde together, she was sure they had been hoping to flee to a place where they could be open about their love. It was a shame they had been caught. Hordak was dedicated to hurting as many people as he could.

When it was clear that Adora was not going to start crying in the meeting and the conversation had started to go over the same ground again, Catra tapped her arm and motioned that she was going to leave. Adora nodded and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before returning her attention to the meeting.

Entrapta still sat on Emily near the entrance. Though now Catra noticed she had her faceplate down. Entrapta had only been in the Frightzone for a short time before the Princess Alliance was able to free her but it was clear the genius inventor had started to make a few friends among the horde soldiers, prior to her rescue. She turned her head away as Catra approached but she could still see a few drops of tears falling from under her faceplate.

Catra put out her hand, then hesitated and patted Emily instead. She knew how Entrapta felt about unnecessary touching. Some of Entrapta’s hair reached out and grabbed Catra’s hand and gave it a brief squeeze, though the inventer herself appeared to be focusing completely on her screens.

It was much later in the day that Catra found herself lying on the bed she shared with Adora and her ears perked up at the sound of someone approaching their room. She stretched out languidly, adjusting the leather jacket she had “found” while the others were in a meeting. Adora opened the door and carefully set the sword of protection down just inside it.

“Hey Adora.”

Adora looked up and smiled. "Hey Catra." Her voice was heavy with exhaustion.

"What do you think of my jacket? I found it laying around."

Rather than answer, or acknowledge the obvious theft, Adora fell face first onto their bed. She turned on her side and and wrapped her arms around Catra's middle pulling her close so her back was to the blonde girl. Catra felt Adora bury her face in her thick hair.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Catra asked. She felt Adora shake her head. "Well do you at least want to take your shoes off?"

Adora didn't respond only nuzzling her way deeper into Catra's hair. After a few minutes she could feel and hear the other girl crying softly against her. Adora's soft sobs shook her body.

Catra glanced toward the door, nervously. If Sparkles came in right now...but Adora obviously needed her. She allowed herself to relax in her girlfriend's arms, till she started purring softly. Neither of them knew exactly how Catra was able to purr, but they both knew it always helped Adora feel better. It was something special, that Catra had never told anyone else about.

Slowly Adora's sobs softened. She relaxed her grip on her love, but kept her face buried in her hair. Once Adora had quieted completely Catra gently pulled away.

Catra helped Adora out of her red jacket and threw it and her own leather jacket over the arm of the couch. Adora quickly pulled off her boots and got under the covers. Catra laid down on top of the covers right next to her. Her head was on the other girl's chest.

"Talk to me." Catra whispered.

“I feel so helpless when I hear reports like that.” Adora whispered back. “The Horde is falling apart. The alliance is retaking land the Horde used to control. We are defending our borders from Hordak’s counter attacks. More and more soldiers are deserting every day. We’re winning this war. We’re just not winning it fast enough.”

Catra couldn’t think of anything to say to that. She was pretty sure the Rebellion was already at its limit of what it could do and sustain. Even her personal brand of chaos wouldn’t help here.

“How long do you think it took Rogelio to convince Kyle to leave the Frightzone?” Catra asked instead.

Adora snorted. “How long do you think before Kyle accidentally set off an alarm once he did?”

Catra gave a short laugh, then quieted. “And now Hordak is shipping them off to Beast Island to die.”

“Hmm.” Adora tapped her fingers idly on Catra’s shoulder. “What if Beast Island wasn’t a death sentence?”

“What?”

“What if we could rescue the Horde soldiers who get sent to Beast Island before they are killed. Then Hordak would be basically delivering the deserters straight to us.”

“What are you thinking, Adora?” Catra sat up more and looked Adora in the eye.

“So much of what they told us in the Frightzone was just filled with lies. Like what the princesses were really like, what the rest of the world was like. And even the things that weren’t outright lies were some times just plain wrong. Like what they said about the Crimson Waste.”

“Maybe so, but even the princesses don’t have any more information about Beast Island.” Adora didn’t respond, she was still thinking. So Catra kept talking. “So what’s the plan? We get the princesses together and storm Beast Island?”

“No. The princesses are a little...hard to control all together. And if something bad happens to us, we can’t deprive every kingdom of their biggest protection. That would ensure the Horde’s victory.”

“Then should I go get Bow and Sparkles and we can roll out with Best Friend Squad?” Catra struggled to keep the derisiveness out of her voice.

Adora lifted her head to look at the sword near the door. “Actually I think this might be a job for just She-Ra.”

Catra immediately threw Adora’s arm off her and changed her position so she was sitting on her chest her hands pining Adora’s shoulders down. She let her hair fall, creating a curtain around their faces.

“Adora I love you so much, but if you don’t stop being so stupid for ten minutes I will throw you into the sun.”

Adora could stare up at Catra in confusion. She was unable to form sentences with her girlfriend on top of her.

“Obviously anywhere you go, I’m going too.” Catra said.

“Catra, I-”

“I am going with you. I’ve never left your side. I left the Horde with you. I joined this silly princess procession with you. The two of us can scope out Beast Island, conquer the island, and put a resort there, so Hordak personally delivers our old friends to us. But I am going to go with you.”

Adora managed to nod past her growing blush.Once Catra was sure her love wouldn’t go off and do something stupid by herself, she kissed her. Maybe a little more forcefully than necessary, but Adora didn’t complain, only kissed her back just as forcefully.

After their kisses, Adora fell asleep, her arms once again wrapped around Catra’s body. Catra sat awake for a long time, glaring at the Sword of Protection.

Head canons for this AU: First off Kyle and Rogelio are NOT dead. I do not bury my gays. They are alive and awaiting rescue on Beast Island. At the battle of Thaymor Adora manages to convince Catra to switch sides. Angela and the others are resistant to take her in. But Angela realizes how messed up what the Horde does to these kids is. She creates healing centers all around Brightmoon so deserters can recover from the Frightzone and she helps them over come their brainwashing. Scorpia switched sides as well but now serves as a double agent, helping fix the misinformation of the horde. She feels guilty for her family's part in welcoming the Horde. She doesn't want the soldiers under her command to die for that. Catra still isn't accepted to the degree Adora is. Mostly because Adora is also She-Ra, and because Catra is a sarcastic, abrasive, chaotic lesbian who only cares about three people in her life. Adora, Entrapta and Scorpia. Her squad is right below those three. Everyone else falls away rapidly. Catra also hates the Sword of Protection. She's not stupid and can see that her and Adora's lives are better for it, but she can also see the way Adora is constantly crushed by the weight of the responsibility. She fears the sword will one day take her love from her, just like how Mara was eventually killed because of it. The roleplay is a game Angela created to help the former Horde Soldiers, and all the child soldiers face and overcome their trauma to help them heal. With all these kids clearly in danger from the brainwashing of the Horde she is able to overcome her fear and be braver, flying around the county treating deserters. Entrapta was captured by the Horde instead of Glimmer. She was there for a little while but the princesses were able to free her. In that time she was able to become almost friends with several soldiers, including Scorpia, Kyle, Rogelio, Lonnie, (and maybe Hordak. haven't decided yet.)

#She-Ra #she-ra and the princesses of power #adora #catra #catradora #glimmer #bow #AU

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hanniiesuckle17 · 6 years ago

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Human

A/n: Again not requested but I wanted to do it. Requests are open btw!

WARNINGS: swearing, bangchan being freaking swoon worthy

Member: Bangchan ft. Seungmin (and obviously a couple other members)

Summary: Your friend (we are just gonna call her Irene idfk) had this huge crush on your brother's friend, who you didn't really know that well but you were really chill with everyone and you agreed to help her. Over time you slowly inch yourselves into your brothers friend group, but what happens when feelings go different ways.

Genre: student au, school au, dancer reader!au, fluff, angst towards the end.

Get ready. This is about to be long. Part 2?

(Also I honestly should be writing my next chapter for my fic on quotev or doing hw but I'm doing this instead. Love that.)

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"He is just so cool! Why won't you help me?" Your friend Irene pleaded from her spot on your bed. I lay on my bedroom floor with my legs propped up against the wall. Her long hair fell off the side of my bed as I looked over at my bestfriend since fourth grade.

"I don't even know him!" She sighed, clearly distraught. "He's friends with your little brother, right?" I scoffed. My brother Jeongin had immediately befriended the boy whomst our conversation was about. The boy in question was a senior exchange student at our school named Bangchan, but my brother only referred to him as Chan. "How the hell am I supposed to get him to-" "I'll buy you sushi from the corner store every friday."

"Really?" I flipped over to send her an intense stare. "Really." Irene returned the look with a smile. "Every other day." She looked up in thought, probably imagining her wallet screaming. "Deal!" I scooted over and we did our bestfriend handshake.

"YAH! YANG JEONGIN!" I screamed at my little brother, causing Irene to laugh beside me. "WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT?" My brother yelled from what what sounded like downstairs. I heard laughter as well which meant he probably had a couple of the boys over. I motioned for Irene to follow downstairs.

Before we could finish descending the staircase, I stopped in my tracks, causing Irene to bump into me. "Y/n what the hell-- Oh." I could practically hear the smirk in her voice. He sat in my living room looking ironically perfect. The boy who I had painstakingly had a crush on since the fourth grade. My brother sat with him and our friend Jisung on the couch. I still don't understand why he affects me this much. I hang out with him, Jisung, my brother, and our friend Felix all the time.

"Oh, hey Y/n!" Kim Seungmin said with a smile that cause his eyes to crinkle on the sides. "Uh- I- Hi!" Something about him caused me to turn from my usual cool character into a lovesick little girl. The worst part was I didn't mind. "Did you want something, noona?" My brother asked, grabbing my attention again.

"Oh. Yeah, are you guys going to practice tonight?" Seungmin, Felix, and his friend Changbin were all on the football team. The boys would go to all the games and practices to support them and occasionally I would come along (for the view). They nodded and told us they were leaving in about ten minutes. "You mind if we tag along?" Jisung quickly agreed with me and said he would drive us.

"Great! We'll be back in a sec!" I quickly shoved Irene back up the stairs and tossed her a pair of my jeans before trading out my sweatpants for another pair of denim pants. "Why are we going to the practice again?" I threw on a crop top and a light oversized jean jacket. "All of the boys go to support the team. Also I would like an excuse to stare at Seungmin without anyone finding out that I think he is hotter than Minho thinks his reflection is." She chuckled and grabbed a crop hoodie from my closet, knowing I was used to her borrowing my clothes.

The two of us rushed downstairs and got into Jisung's jeep, which he and I often went off roading in after a heavy rain. As we got out of the car, Seungmin came to walk beside me. While he had to leave to get changed, we followed the other boys up into the bleachers and to a pair of boys I vaguely recognized sitting in the middle of the risers. While my brother and Jisung sat next to them, Irene and I sat on the riser below them.

"Chan, Woojin you remember my sister." I looked at the boy my brother identified as Chan and immediately realized why Irene was so infatuated by him as he shook my hand. He was obviously older than us, most likely a fourth year, yet he had this youthful glow about him. He had a bright smile with a cute pair of dimples and fluffy dirty blonde hair. "I'm Y/n and this is my friend, Irene." He smiled at me, his dimples showing as he greeted the both of us. The six of talked as we waited for the team to come out.

"That is the worst name you could possibly have in a high school!" Bangchan laughed. "I'm not lying! My Pre-Cal teacher's name actually is Mrs. Head!" I tried to convince them through laughs that I was indeed telling the truth. "No way!" Irene wiped a tear from her cheek, smiling ear to ear. "The worst part about it is that she's a mouth breather too." With that Jisung laughed so hard he fell backwards between the riser and the ground, effectively causing his butt to become stuck. Everyone but my brother couldn't stop laughing. He just look at us in confusion.

"I don't get it." Jisung leant up about to whisper in my brother's ear. "Hey! Let's save some of his innocence." Chan breathed out between laughs. The coach's whistle sounded and the team came out. We all cheered, but the rest of the group soon went back to their conversation. I however was fixated on player number Six, Seungmin.

"Yeah! Go, Seungmin!" I shouted after he caught a pass from Changbin in a scrimmage down field. I thought I felt someone looking at me, but when I turned all I saw was Bangchan who was watching Irene and Woojin talk about choir. Shrugging it off, I went back to watching the practice.

The coach signaled the team to go in about an hour and a half later, and by then we were the only people left in the stands. My friends moved to the back of the bleachers to wait for our other friends, but I stayed and walked to the fence that lead to the field. Immediatley I spotted Seungmin as he ran towards me taking off his helmet, a huge smile across his face. "Hey, Mr. All Star." I said as he reached me, wrapping and arm around me over the waist high fence. "What's up, Twinkle Toes?"

I blushed at his nickname for me. Ever since he found out I studied ballet, he has held the only girly thing about me over my head for the past four years. I looked down as he laughed at my reaction, blush creeping to my cheeks. "Wait for me?" I nodded and he jogged off to the locker rooms.

I couldn't keep the smile off my face as I walked back to my friends. As I rounded the corner I saw Felix and Changbin were already with everyone. As soon as he saw me he screamed, "Y/N!" The blonde boy sprinted towards me, lifting me over his shoulder and spinning me in circles. "FELIX IF YOU DON'T PUT ME DOWN RIGHT FUCKING NOW I WILL SCRATCH OFF EACH OF YOUR FRECKLES WITH THE REMAINDER OF YOUR GAME CONSOLE!" He laughed, placing me with two feet on the ground.

His smile disappeared when he pulled away and saw the scowl still on my face. "Oh shit. Are you really mad at me?" I smacked him upside the head and broke into a smile. "Ehhh! I knew it! Honorary Aussie Activate!" We high fived each other and screamed, "AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE, OI OI OI!"

Everyone except for probably Chan and Woojin ignored the two of us, used to our relationship. Soon Seungmin joined us and we all stood outside the stadium talking. With the night getting later, a cool breeze started to blow and I started to shiver. "Are you cold?" Chan asked. I shook my head no, but felt something being put around my shoulders. I turned to see Seungmin next to me wrapping his Letterman around my shoulders.

I blushed and pulled the fabric closer to my body. Far too soon, it was getting close to Jisung's curfew and he was our ride, therefore we all went our separate ways and headed home. When we dropped her off, Irene pulled me aside and said, "Do you think you could maybe hang out with Bangchan a little more and get some info for me?" I shrugged. He seemed like a pretty cool guy anyway. She smiled and kissed my cheek telling me to text her tomorrow morning.

I got back in my spot up front with Jisung and he drove us back to our house. Before I could get out of the car, Jisung stopped me. I turned to find him tapping his turned cheek. "I want a goodbye like Irene!" He whined. "You want to know how a girl kisses?" His eyes went wide for a second and then the sophomore vigorously nodded. I could see my brother shift in the backseat. I grabbed his cheek and gave it a long wet lick. "EWWWW Y/N!" He wiped his cheek with his sleeve as Jeongin and I laughed.

"Bye, Jisung!" I called back as we entered the house. Going up to my room, I changed into pjs and got ready for bed. Before I could get under the covers, my phone dinged with a notification. Picking up the device from my night stand, I opened Messenger.

UNKNOWN: hiii🙂 umm it's Chan! Ur brother gave me ur number

Y/n: Um Heyy! Why did you need my number?

Channie: Well u see I have this project for my musical composition class that deals with mixing two art forms that dont normally mix. And Jeongin told me u do ballet. I was wondering if u could help me?😅🙏

He was literally making free sushi the easiest thing ever. He would finish his project, Irene could get her info. It was a Win, Win, and Free Sushi for Y/n!

Y/n: Yeah! Sure! When do you want to meet?

Channie: Is tomorrow during eighth too soon😅

Y/n: nope! I can do that!

Channie: great! U r a life saver!

I smiled thinking this was going to be easier than I thought. I climbed into bed and looked at the Letterman on my desk. After hesitation, I got up and slipped the jacket on before climbing back into bed, and I honestly was not ashamed that I slept in that shit.

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At the beginning of eighth period the next day, I went to the room Chan texted me with my shoes in hand not knowing what to expect. To my surprise he had just asked me to meet in the choir room. Bangchan sat at the piano with a laptop sitting atop the instrument. He played a few chords and then jotted something down on a notepad next to him. "Knock, knock?" He turned at my voice and smiled, his dimples appearing in a cute way. "Look at you coming prepared, shoes and everything!" I laughed and sat next to him when he motioned me to.

"So, I kind of told you what this was about last night." The boy with messy blonde hair and headphones around his neck said. "For my senior project I wanted to try and mix a rap/hip hop/EDM track with ballet choreography. I thought that might make a really cool visual representation on what the project is about." I nodded as I followed along with the older boy's thought process.

"The problem is I am just terrible at classical music, I mean I've had classical training and I took a few ballet classes when I was young, but I just know the bare minimum and that I absolutely cannot do the splits." My mind pictured Chan in one of my classes, my instructor telling him to push his long ass legs down into the splits and I couldn't help but laugh. "Anyway, I was just hoping you could help me adjust the music so it would be easier to choreograph for ballet and maybe dance to it as well....hopefully. You want to listen?" I nodded and he took the headphones around his neck and placed them over my ears, chuckling when they fell down a little too low.

His long fingers reached over and pressed play on the laptop and a soft electronic beat filled my ears. My eyes closed as I listened to the track. It wasn't what I expected it to be based on how he described his idea. It was incredibly complex, but nonetheless pleasant to the ear. My fingers tapped out the beat on my leg and I could kind of see where he was going to add in lyrics or where he might add a bass drop, or switch to the underbelly track. When the song ended, I removed the headphones and looked at the boy next to me.

He smiled and asked if I wanted to listen to it again. I nodded and went to put on my shoes while he switched out the headphones for a wireless headset. Moving to a clear space in the room, Chan started his track again and I just let my feet do what was natural and remembered the beats that could be changed. I kept my movements small so not to go full out in the tiny space. I marked places where I thought maybe a saut de chat or lift might work. As the second bass dropped I tried doing a fuete keeping my feet en pointe and straight. I could feel Chan's eyes on me, but I focused on marking the rest of the song.

Coming down from my toes, I slid the headset from my ears and went to stand in front of the fourth year boy. "I think I can help you." He beamed up at me excited for the project ahead.

A few months had passed and I had spent most of my time with Bangchan working on his project. Most days I could be found in the choir room with him, or at his house in his makeshift recording studio (i.e. his mother's basement). I spent most of my free time with Bangchan whether we were working or not. Usually Chan and I spent free nights on his bedroom floor watching some show he found or hanging out with Jisung and Felix at the diner near my house. I hadn't heard from Irene in weeks. And to be honest, I hadn't noticed she didn't call.

Chan slowly began to replace her as my bestfriend. Nights in with her became afternoons out with him. Morning calls from Irene turned into late night calls from Chan waiting for the sun to come up. He even became my new source for Kim Seungmin problems and how to solve them.

Although, I hadn't heard from Seungmin lately either. It wasn't unusual. This time of the year he usually hid away and focused on his studies so he could still play on the team. I almost forgot what my life was like before I saw Chan every day after school.

It was the friday before the last away game for our school and I arrived early to the choir room to meet Bangchan. He texted me saying that he had almost finished the lyrics for the track so, I decided to come early and set his things up for him. His laptop was set on the piano and both our notebooks were on the bench. I rolled up the hem of my jeans and took off my sneakers. All of a sudden the door burst open and the room was filled with the sound of giggling and hushed whispers. My head shot towards the door and I froze at the sight.

"Y/n?" Seungmin pushed away the girl whose lips were attacking his neck. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen. My brain screamed for me to run, but my muscles wouldn't move. I tried to keep from bursting into tears at the sight of him with someone else. The girl turned and seeing her face felt like a thousand blows to the stomach. "Oh. Hi, Y/n." Irene.

I wanted to say something. I wanted to scream. My eyes burned as I tried to keep back the tears. Seungmin just stared at me jaw slack. Silent. I couldn't hide the pain on my face and Irene scoffed. "Please, you know he never liked you." Something about her small smile didn't allow me to turn away. "It's only fair."

I couldn't take it anymore. My bare feet pushed myself away from the room. If I didn't leave now I would be stuck there; a prisoner of my own heart and mind. I ran down the hall tears finally spilling over and clouding my vision. My body collided with someone's chest and the force sent my already shaky legs tumbling to the floor. "Y/n?" I hid my face and scrambled to my feet. Can't I just get out of here? "Wait! Y/n!" The person yelled after me.

I let my feet carry me as fast as they could, not caring where. My hands reached for the nearest door and finally found a place of solitude. I placed my hands on the wall and tried to brace my shaking hands and legs. Crying wasn't something I was ashamed of. I was just hurt and embarrassed. My chest started to feel tight and there was a pain in my forehead. I tried to focus through the tears to see I was in the empty boys locker room. With shaking hands I placed a hand on my chest as the room started to tilt and spin.

I couldn't breathe.

I stumbled through the locker room and my head started to spin. My hands found a metal knob and I desperately turned it feeling the tiniest bit of relief when the ice cold water hit my skin. The tile wall was the only thing holding me up as the freezing water drenched my hair and clothes. I couldn't stop thinking about them. What she said. How she was right. How I didn't understand. My legs finally gave out and I collapsed onto the floor trying to take deep breaths through the sobs. I clutched my head trying to relieve the pain I felt there. I wanted to scream. I wanted to keep crying but it hurt to do so. My head slowly lowered itself to my knees and I tried to make myself as small as possible. The harsh feel of the water left red marks on my skin as I tried to stifle my cries.

A pair of arms tried to wrap themselves around me, but I struggled against them shouting to leave me be. After awhile, I felt nothing. I looked up to see Bangchan sitting in front of me, letting the cold water fall onto him. His hair and shirt had already drowned in the water. He just looked at me with almost recognition through his wet blonde locks.

"Don't look at me." I managed to say through broken sobs. "Why?"He cocked his head trying to find a way to make contact with my E/c eyes. My mind struggled to find an answer that made sense.

"I-I don't want you to see me break." "Bullshit." His harsh words shocked me and made me jump back a little. He could see his outburst wasn't the right thing to do. "Y/n did you expect him to run in here and apologize for breaking your heart?"

"No, but-"

"This is what heartbreak feels like. It is a literal and figurative battle in every sense of the word. The thing is....." He struggled to find the right words, he himself knowing he could accidentally set me off in my fragile state. My body had started to shiver from the water, but my face still felt the hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

"It's not glorious. It's not beautiful, and it's definitely not heroic because we can't even save ourselves from how we feel. The thing is you are going to get your heart broken again and again and again. I can promise you that. It is the one sure thing in life. It's going to happen until you look like this."

Drops of water fell onto his skin, as he held my gaze. "One day it isn't going to hurt anymore and you will be able to wear your battles proudly on your sleeve. And it won't be because some guy came and rescued you."

He paused a moment letting me process what he said. The sound of the water hitting the tile echoed throughout the room.

"Heartbreak just means we are human."

After a couple minutes of silence I realized he was done speaking and looked up at him. All he did was gently wrap an arm around my waist and pull me into his chest. His fingers tangled themselves in my wet hair and he held me against his body, which felt safe and warm. He traced soothing patterns into the skin on my side to calm my sobs.

Bangchan didn't try to get up. He knew I wasn't ready. He simply let me sit in his arms and be human for a fleeting moment.

Part 2

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chmpn-remix · 5 years ago

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Big bts medieval AU

god okay FINE I'm posting it here because I'm so tired of sending screenshots 😭😭

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namjoon: son of one of the king's subjects, young genius military general

tae: crown prince, protected and educated

jin: son of the kingsguard or st, tae's tutor

hobi: son of someone important in the court, eventually hand of the king

jungkook: (some gendry baratheon esque origin story?), just a stable boy/blacksmith who becomes friends with them and maybe eventually becomes Important

jimin: prince from another kingdom, v hot

yoongi: thief/rebel/hitman, v close friends with jk

• tae has three childhood friends: namjoon, hobi, and jin

• they play together a lot and when they get old enough for riding lessons they get to know and play with jungkook too, the stable boy's tiny son

• everything is very cute, childhood friends in the palace, they get into mischief, they gotta save baby jk out of trouble sometimes or st

• when they hit early teens they start training for different things. tae is a prince and he hates the weapon practice (he's a little better with a bow and arrow but his dad insists on him learning the sword), he also learns about history and diplomacy from jin (who becomes his tutor), and strategy from jin and also namjoon, who's getting more weapons and strategy training from jin's dad the head of the kingsguard (sometimes he just hangs around during the history lessons too bc he's fascinated)

• hmmm during this time joon may or may not have a crush on seokjin :0 he's older and smart and sociable okay

• hobi and jin have a thing for helping out/hanging around the kitchens sometimes, more than the others

• hobi drops by the lessons sometimes too, hes the best archer out of all of them, he's super charismatic and friendly and he ends up getting trained as the future hand of the king (he can also usually talk his way out of any trouble pfft)

• so their early/mid-teens happen and it gets even harder to hang out/get playtime

• yes yes jin starts looking a bit more mature and is cute, namjoon and hobi have stupid crushes on him and tae notices but rolls his eyes and doesnt say anything

• and then, One summer, namjoon starts training in swordfighting more intensively and puberty hits him like a brick wall

• everyone, even tae, was kinda lowkey thirstin

• they once watched namjoon train (jin was rarely out in the training field bc he's gonna be a scholar not a fighter, so he's like gulps waow he looks good, hobi is staring at joon's muscles, tae was like okay maybe I do like boys too cool that's convenient bc in this universe alliances can also be made with same sex marriage, even jk is like wow namjoon hyung ur so strong!! with big googly eyes)

• hobi whistles and namjoon fumbles with his practice sword and drops it LMAO and they're like yep there's the namjoon we know moment's over

• and then they just all go Thru it ykno puberty is a thing. hobi gets more beautiful, tae is still gangly/short and his face is somehow too long and small at the same time and he thinks he still looks basically the same as when he was 10 (he complains about it to himself)

• tae doesnt mind the lessons with jin, hates the weapons practice, but honestly what he loves the most is drawing. he has drawings of his friends, drawings of them just chilling, drawings of hobi and joon training (hobi looks so graceful 🥺), but his favorite is just sitting on a mound of hay at the stables and drawing jungkook while jungkook goes around doing stable boy work

• tae doesnt know when it happens, but jk also hits puberty and he realizes that when he's shading in jk's shoulder muscles and biceps and he internally goes "wow, he's attractive" "wow, I like jungkook"

• "oh no, I like the stable boy"

• tae avoided the stables for a like a week while he tried to process his feelings but things go back to normal eventually. jk was sad but he's sure prince taehyung has a lot of stuff on his hands

• the first time tae comes back jk addresses him formally and tae was taken aback like why are u calling me your grace?? we're really good friends? jk shrugs and goes "I can go back to calling you taehyung" "please" and everything mostly goes back to normal after that. tae hides his feelings to be processed another day, or to just go away. he's destined to be betrothed to another prince anyways

• they start turning 18 and they start doing actual jobs in the castle. joon proved himself to be super smart and he's been promoted to a junior advisor to the military general/kingsguard commander person

• jin becomes a full time scholar and hangs out at the library. sometimes namjoon comes in and borrows books and he's still flustered around jin even though they've known each other their whole life

• hobi is THE best event planner and also micromanages everything else as the hand of the king, also works closely with tae about events and balls and council meetings, which tae attends more and more as his 18th birthday draws near and he'll be expected to start making actual decisions and be an official member

• tae is a little intimidated by how good hobi is getting at micromanaging the kingdom and sometimes thinks hobi would make a better ruler instead :(

• the summer before tae turns 18 jungkook goes away for the summer to idk take care of his sick grandma at the countryside or st, tae is grumpy and he could easily arrange for kook's grandma to be brought to the castle and taken care of by handmaids and stuff but that's cheating (a big theme for this fic is maybe even though tae is maybe the next in line for most powerful person he still feels trapped and limited by his position)

• anyways while jungkook was away that's when he meets yoongi, may have dabbled in a bit of Anarchism™️ with him idek

• in the fall JK comes back and is HOTTER than ever and tae is STILL so damn gay for him and something's changed like...there's more tension between the two of them when they see each other but they barely do throughout the fall because tae is so busy with castle responsibilities now with his 18th birthday happening so soon

• tae turns 18 and hobi arranges for him to meet his betrothed, the prince from another kingdom who tae has to marry for alliance purposes

• he's managed to squash his feelings for jungkook but he still draws, he has like a sketchbook full of drawings of him akdjdk at one point jungkook asks "are all your drawings of me, hyung?" in a light but lowkey flirty tone and tae just deadpans "sometimes I draw the horses, or the hay"

• anyways, prince jimin will be staying at tae's family castle for the year as the two get to know each other better

• jimin looks HELLA ethereal and light and tae is INTIMIDATED he makes a fool out of himself trying to be too formal or official or whatever and jimin just laughs (lightly, like flower petals) and tells tae to chill, it's okay

• they talk about the little things like the climate and the food and hobbies etc

• jimin is v friendly and charismatic and half of it is for show but not in a bad way. he knows how to play the crowd and play the flirty charismatic prince, but deep inside he's sad that he's trapped in this life and sometimes thinks about flying away to another life

• there's not really any romantic chemistry between vmin but one day they were just chatting in tae's room when jimin suddenly? kisses him?? Tae is SHOCKED his hands are over his mouth touching his lips like oh god...that was my first kiss....and his stomach turns because it wasn't with jungkook

• jimin is profusely apologizing and freaking out a bit like "I'm sorry, I've never been betrothed before, idk what I'm doing I thought it would be good to try? to see if we work? like that?? I just want to make this work" and they figure out that jimin kissed tae bc he felt like he had to :( they figure out that they dont really have any romantic feelings for each other but that's okay they respect and appreciate each other a lot! (jimin may or may not know about tae's crush, maybe just that there's someone out there he likes, and jimin is in love with freedom but can never have it) ("what about you?" "Me?" Jimin gave a knowing while, his answer ready. "I'm in love with open doors and fields stretched out for miles. I'm in love with the stars and the infinite mysteries they hold." "Are you always this grossly poetic?" Jimin just laughs and shoves tae lightly.)

• anyways vmin bffs!! they chill and they remain platonic, because tae is still so so gay for jungkook

• especially now that his baby fat is starting to go away and his features are getting sharper, his muscles even MORE defined how is that possible

• tae is doing a p good job of looking more mature too he's starting to fill out his gangly body more, his face less childish and more "regal," as jungkook describes one day

• jk totally has an Oh moment too like "I never noticed your face" "what about my face" "it's so...it's a prince's face" "...what's that supposed to mean"

• they ride together sometimes and one day when the castle responsibilities are too much tae grabs a basket of food and drink from the kitchens, rides out somewhere to the meadows with jungkook and has a picnic with him

• they've snuck food out and hung out before but this time it felt a little different on the way back like they're both like it's time to go and jungkook grabs the harness/leash for the horses and leads tae's horse to him and they just share a look, both of their hands touching the leather strap of the harness

• nothing happens they get to the castle and that night tae DOESNT think about how he shouldve kissed jk right there and DOESNT think about jungkook's big defined muscles holding him down

• YOONGI IS SUPPOSED TO KIDNAP TAE FOR RANSOM TO FEED HIS TOWN/FAMILY BUT ACCIDENTALLY TAKES JIMIN INSTEAD

• jk: the prince is very beautiful

yg: [sees jimin and thinks it's tae] yes, very beautiful

• yoonmin have heated/enlightening discussions about Government. hot.

• yoongi is angry at the noble class for hoarding all the resources. jimin reasons that they give fairly. yoongi complains about his family/town starving in the streets etc more medieval government discourse

• jimin is the trapped bird in a cage and sees yoongi as the Freedom and adventure that he wants. yoongi was supposed to complete a mission but he falls for jimin instead

• (jk has to be promoted somehow so he can look nice and be in the castle akdjd) (and be promoted so tae can acceptably smooch him) - JK SAVES TAE from somethinG like he brought tae home on horseback and then gets appointed as tae's personal escort/bodyguard

• BEFORE I FORGET taekook kiss eventually and of course it happens in the stables and right after the first kiss jk leads him to like behind this post or st so passersby cant see them immediately and they kiss more and in between jk just chuckles/laughs and tae is like :(?? what and jk is like nothing its just that I've seen you trip over [the hay? the fences?] so many times in here and tae is like >:(( are u gonna reminisce about our childhood or keep making out with me

There was an ending here but I think it's in my other doc skdjsk ah well you'll just have to deal with this :)

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bts canon compliant fic links

Canon compliant stories for @flywithturtles!

disclaimer - this is all a bit random, I bookmark so many things and sometimes I don’t remember what I actually thought about them… But they are all readable and worth a click imo.

other posts: fic links

sorted by ship. i support every ship in bts! but some ships i obviously seek out more than others. so sorry if ur fave ship doesn’t show up much!

2SEOK

'Cause Every Time We Touch - kuragecharms (BTS) Hoseok/Seokjin. "“Fuck, it hurts but it feels so good,” Seokjin mumbled. “L-lay down,” Hoseok instructed. With only a moment’s questioning quirk of an eyebrow, Seokjin complied, placing himself face down on the dance floor. Taking in a deep swallow that he knew was himself swallowing down his pride and his nervousness, trying to convince himself that okay, Seokjin is kind of really loud about when he feels good. It doesn’t mean anything sexual. Even though it totally sounds - and now looks - sexual. Hoseok slowly lowered himself down to straddle Jin’s hips, bending forward to bury the heels of his palms into Seokjin’s shoulders and using the leverage of the flat floor to deepen the massage. Seokjin let out an actual scream." 16,700 words.

The Totally Untrue Story of Kim Seokjin - greenet (BTS) Seokjin/Hoseok. "Seokjin is in love with Hoseok. So starting a fwb relationship with Hoseok is possibly not the best idea he's ever had." I'm so here for this. Especially all the stuff about identity and image creation. 8900 words.

JIHOPE

the spaces between the threads - ellievolia (BTS) Hoseok/Jimin. "When he reaches Hoseok, something catches Jimin’s attention, making him focus. There, just barely peeking out from the waistband of Hoseok’s low slung harem pants. It looks like - it looks like lace, and Jimin’s mouth was already a little dry but this makes it even worse. aka Hoseok likes lace." 5000 words.

lock step - ignitesthestars (BTS) Hoseok/Jimin. "“You--” Jimin swallows so hard that Hoseok can hear it, even over the sound of his own heartbeat thudding in his ears, too fast. “You really liked my dance, huh?” “I always like your dance.” It’s supposed to be light, reassuring. It drops between them like a goddamn love confession. * Or, Jimin catches footage of Hobi watching him dance. Feelings (and complications) ensue." good. 8700 words.

the one; jihope - joonphases (BTS) Hoseok/Jimin. "Jimin is it for him." 700 words.

We're Not Boyfriends - weakforjin (BTS) Hoseok/Jimin. "Everyone in the company, including Bangtan, assumes Hoseok and Jimin are dating. Their manager scolds them for being too obvious after a certain incident and the two are completely oblivious to the matter." a bit dumb but cute. 5500 words.

Open Your Eyes (I'll Be Waiting) - roebling (BTS) Jimin/Hoseok. "Hoseok thinks it's equal measures adorable and horrifying that Park Jimin has a crush on him. Jimin is just a kid, and his crush invites awkwardness that Hoseok doesn't need while he's struggling to debut. It's not pretty, but he clears the air between them and things are fine -- until the day he looks up and realizes that Jimin isn't a kid any more." gets canon details flat wrong but has a really good vibe. 14,500 words.

it goes like this - Quettaser (BTS) Jimin/Hoseok. "and jimin’s a little embarrassed, making vague noises of agreement and it takes hoseok turning his head to notice the way jimin is very pointedly staring at the ceiling and nowhere else. he reaches out to smack jimin on the arm, “yah, jiminnie, don’t tell me you’ve never kissed anyone.” “i’ve kissed people,” jimin mumbles, “just not a lot"" 1300 words.

Touch Me, Just Like That - runkairun (BTS) Hoseok/Jimin. "Hoseok craves physical affection, and Jimin's touch is just right." Soft! 5600 words.

Running Low on Know-How - Zee (BTS) Hoseok/Jimin. "Hoseok realizes a few things, but it takes him a while." 7100 words.

hold your breath (we'll be just fine) - undercoverjikooks (BTS) Hoseok/Jimin. "It was different. Deeper than that. Didn’t Jimin know? (or, alternatively, Hoseok has no idea what he's feeling and Jimin is there to listen and maybe help him out.)" 2600 words.

Maybe it Didn't Start Innocently - secondgrader (BTS) Hoseok/Jimin. "It was all innocent, platonic. But at what point do you draw the line between helping out a friend and doing something more?" 2100 words.

distant love - flowerstems (BTS) Jimin/Hoseok. "When Hoseok says, “I thought you’d sleep better without someone lying awake beside you,” Jimin looks up at him, hand still in his, then slides his fingers between Hoseok’s. Jimin’s fingers are cold and clammy but his palm is warm, and in that moment it’s all very confusing, so Hoseok starts swinging their arms and Jimin helps swing them higher." 2300 words.

You're Right. - joonphases (BTS) Jimin/Hoseok. “I can’t kiss my hyung,” Jimin said, wondering how it was that he could speak without oxygen. “That’s... weird.” “You’re right,” Hoseok said. A beat of silence. “It’s really, really weird.” Jimin has night terrors. Slow burn from experimenting to fwb. 82,600 words.

Mile High Club - notoverthatbityet (BTS) Hoseok/Jimin. "Where Jimin is thirsty and just can't wait." 3300 words.

Nirvana - cupan_taetae (BTS) Hoseok/Jimin. One night after a win, they get drunk and later on start hooking up secretly (later revealed: not very secretly). Some great descriptions. 57,200 words.

the plan - wingedseok (BTS) Jimin/Hoseok. "Kim Taehyung’s brilliant plan for Park Jimin to get into Jung Hoseok’s pants: Step One - Admit Your Feelings Step Two - Find Out What He Likes Step Three - Show Him You Can Take Care of Him Step Four - Meet the Parents Step Five - Seduce Him (Or, Jimin’s head over heels in love with Hoseok and Hoseok only sees him as his cute dongsaeng.)" 4100 words.

calm like you - phoarda (BTS) Jimin/Hoseok. "Jimin already kind of knew that his home was more person than place, but for Hoseok, infatuation is a slow, frightening realization. Turning feelings into words is more for his benefit than Jimin's, but with the help of instant ramyun, a complimentary hotel face mask, and several massages, they're eventually able to work out some mutual peace of mind." 14,500 words.

Make You Mine - weakforjin (BTS) Jimin/Hoseok. "Jimin's in love with Hoseok. He’s content with the affection the other gives him and settles for nothing more because why would Hoseok feel the same? Title is based on the song 'Make You Mine' by Us the Duo. Another one of those pining tropes with a ridiculous amount of fluff and a bit of light angst." 8000 words.

Responsive - RedKissAFF (BTS) Jimin/Hoseok. "What the hell? Hoseok thought to himself, resting a hand against the younger's thigh. Jimin's leg suddenly stopped bouncing. His muscle tensed beneath the touch, a slight shift in movement that would have otherwise gone unnoticed but for how hyper aware Hoseok was at the moment. "You okay, Jimin?" he asked, squeezing the muscle in his hands as he rubbed maddening circles into Jimin's thigh. "Y-yeah," Jimin replied, a little breathless as he shifted behind him. Hoseok leaned his head back, an upside down, cherry cheeked Jimin in his field of vision. Well fuck, he thought." Long languorous OTP wallow as they sort of slide into sex and a relationship. 38,800 words.

It's Just a Ride - im_your_hope (BTS) OT7, Jimin/Hoseok. "Jungkook’s mouth is hanging open, a bright pink flush on his cheeks, his eyes glued to the movements of Hoseok’s finger. Jin is leaning forward with his forearms resting on his thighs, his face more composed but clearly interested in the proceedings all the same. Namjoon’s eyes are so wide it would be funny in a different situation, his lips pursed together and his hands clenching his knees. Yoongi’s mouth is just slightly open, the corners of his lips turned up, close to becoming a full-blown smile. Next to Jimin Taehyung is leaning forward, a look of intense concentration on his face, studying every one of Hoseok’s movements. Jimin doesn’t want to think about his own expression. (Hoseok tries to come untouched.)" 3500 words.

It's Dead, We Killed It - prandcocaine (BTS) Namjoon/Seokjin, Hoseok/Jimin. "Bangtan's newest company-imposed torment drains their hearts, minds, and wallets." swear jar.

JIKOOK

feel a little more (and give a little less) - jellyfishes (BTS) Jungkook/Jimin, Hoseok/Yoongi. "Jeongguk spends a lot of time thinking about Jimin in the eight years following BTS disbanding for someone who isn't still in love." 18,500 words

Riptide - peppermint_wind (BTS) Jungkook/Jimin. "Jeon Jungkook is still just a kid when he sets out for Seoul. He knows about the tall buildings, the maze-like roadways, and dorm life he's signed up for. He expects the difficulties of being a trainee, finds it in the holes of his worn out dance shoes and countless sleepless nights. But what he doesn't expect, could never expect, is meeting Park Jimin. It's then Jungkook realizes that there's more to learn in Seoul than dance choreographies: about growing up, falling in love, and about himself. A three year story [2013-2016] of coming together, breaking apart, and putting each other back together again. Jeon Jungkook learns about change, growing up, and the hardships of falling in love with a friend." good, but it also made me sad about their lives as idols. 62,400 words.

Figuring It Out as We Go - peppermint_wind (BTS) Jeongguk/Jimin. "Jungkook never thought this would happen to him; eighteen years old and questioning everything he used to know. Staying up late watching gay music videos with wide-eyes, phone tucked to his chest, probably isn't helping him much, either, but what is he supposed to do when he realizes seeing two men together makes his whole body ache?" 4200 words.

Late Night, Early Morning - cest_what (BTS) Jungkook/Jimim. "Jungkook just wants somewhere to sleep." Bedsharing. 1500 words.

JINKOOK

Emeralds on the Pavement - timesuck2000 (BTS) Jungkook/Seokjin. "Sometimes when Jeongguk looks at Seokjin he feels like his body is made of bees. He knew it sounded dumb when he first thought it, but it’s the closest he’s been able to get to describing the feeling. The one where Jeongguk has a lot of feelings that he's bad at expressing." 8100 words.

Maybe He Snapped - merryofsoul (BTS) Jungkook/Seokjin. "Five times Jungkook tries to flirt with Seokjin, and one time Seokjin finally gets it." 4700 words.

stop, rewind - vppa (BTS) Seokjin/Jungkook. “We’re not dating.” Seokjin sits up on his elbows and stares Yoongi down to make a point. “Definitely not.” This is worth reading as a history of the group and Jin as much as a ship fic. The ship gives it it's arc but it's really good because of how it works with canon - so many references and callbacks!! 10,700 words.

JUNGHOPE

You Showed Me The Reasons - SevenSoulmates (BTS) Hoseok/Jungkook. "Hoseok wants to leave. Jungkook does everything to stop him." this does kind of a nice swoopy thing where jk talks about the future and sees the future and it's his faith in that that makes hobi stay. 7000 words.

Like No One Is Watching - knjooniemoonie (inaweoftheirvoices) (BTS) Hoseok/Jungkook. "With how fast their lives have become, Jungkook often feels the need to slow things down. There are moments that make him stop and think: This. I want to remember this. Because he knows there’s no way he’ll be able to remember everything they’ve experienced so far, and it’s sad. He wants to be 90 years old someday and sit on his porch and think back to the time when he had his first stadium concert, attended his first award show, sang live for the first time. He wants to be able to point at physical evidence and say “I did this. This was real.” Everything moves so quickly and is over way too soon, so sometimes all he can do is press record on his camera and hope to capture the moment he’s in. OR Jungkook decides to make a video for Hoseok's birthday. In the process he realizes his feelings might not be entirely platonic." GCF!!! 8200 words.

I'll be Home For Christmas (If Only in my Dreams) - babyboymatt (BTS) Hoseok/Jungkook. "or the four times Jungkook hides and the one time he doesn't" very cute. 2700 words.

of white lies and autumn leaves - ffairyy (BTS) Jungkook/Hoseok. "“Fuck that,” Jungkook slurs. “I’m not less grown up just because I haven’t had a relationship yet. Right Hyung? It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t make me uncool.” or the pretend dating fic where the boys make fun of Jungkook for being inexperienced and Hoseok jumps to his defense" VERY SWEET 34,000 words.

rehearsed steps, empty stage - bluestarlight (iridiumring92) (BTS) Hoseok/Jungkook. "Hoseok has wanted Jungkook for what feels like forever. He can't keep his mind off Jungkook’s lips, his smile. Lips on the rim of a glass, teeth showing as he grins. His dyed hair falling over his forehead in those little waves. He’s so cute, so sweet. And he’s theirs, Hoseok reminds himself. He’s their maknae, not Hoseok’s to have." 10,000 words.

for you i would cross the line - starbrigid (BTS) Hoseok/Jungkook. "'I've had a crush on you since before we debuted, but I've only just realized I'm in love with you.' The one and only J-Hope has acquired a secret admirer in BTS. He's in London, and it's time to play Sherlock Holmes. ...It goes about as well as one might expect." 9600 words.

not a booty call - ffairyy (BTS) Hoseok/Jungkook. "They’re still themselves, still friends, still all those things they need to be during the day.Right now, they're also a little in love." 3700 words.

In Fear and Faith - im_your_hope (BTS) Hoseok/Jungkook. "It's hard to shake something that is already under your skin." showers and bed sharing. 4800 words.

Like Snow, Like White Ashes - ashardoffreedom (BTS) Hoseok/Jungkook. "“I’m not sure if there’s an easy fix.” Do you want me to help you fix it? Jungkook looks up at the ceiling. It’s very white. It’s very pure. “Hyung, maybe you’re not supposed to.”" asexual JK. 4500 words.

sparkles in his eyes - ffairyy (BTS) Hoseok/Jungkook. "There are 20 hours left of the year and Hoseok spends them with a bunch of regrets, some nostalgia and his six favorite people. (+ pining after the boy with sparkles in his eyes)" 5300 words.

27 Kisses - lenaklx (BTS) Hoseok/Jungkook. "Jeongguk developed a habit of giving Hoseok a cheek kiss before every performance. Hoseok was getting tired of not knowing what the hell that meant." 2500 words.

Bloodflows - mnsg (BTS) Hoseok/Jungkook. "Sharing a bath at 3AM with all 178cm of Jeon Jeongguk is at least one of Hoseok's ideas of torture." 2200 words.

bored stiff (out of my brains) - loafers (BTS) Hoseok/Jungkook. "Jungkook gets bored. The devil finds work for idle hands." PWP. 3800 words.

another life - Acavall (BTS) Hoseok/Jungkook. "Jungkook and Hoseok talk alternate realities amidst fake kitchens. JungHope fluff from the day they went to Ikea in Sweden and then nearly got arrested for setting off the fire alarm." 2700 words.

notion - shikae (39smooth) (BTS) Jungkook has a crush on Hoseok. 1300 words.

Social Animals - nivo (BTS) Jeongguk/Hoseok. "For all his caution and common sense in most areas of life, Hoseok doesn't have a lick of self-preservation when it comes to putting his trust in people." Just Jeongguk being there for Hoseok. 1000 words.

all because of you - xxdevilishxx (BTS) Jungkook/Hoseok. "jeongguk frowns, ruffling his own hair, and whispers, "even if you’re j-hope in front of the fans, you don’t have to play that part in front of the rest of us. i like hobi hyung a lot, but i like hoseokie hyung even more.” (based off festa 2016 where the anonymous letter for hoseok stated how sometimes he made the members uncomfortable by being too happy and excited)" 7300 words.

the underlying rhythm - actualflowerhoseok (BTS) Jungkook/Hoseok. "When the hostess asks him, “Who’s your favorite hyung?” Jungkook knows he’s supposed to say Jimin. But he doesn’t." 1100 words.

MINJOON

hotel walls - deadmansbones (BTS) Namjoon/Jimin, Yoongi/Hoseok. “um,” jimin begins, breaking the silence, “hyung, should we--uh--tell them?” “i-i don’t think so,” namjoon stutters, “what would we do, just knock on the door?” funny and hot. 4500 words.

NAMGI

stop right next to you - brightlight (BTS) Namjoon/Yoongi. "As the years pass, Yoongi can’t help himself from reaching out and holding Namjoon’s hand, when the others can’t see him frowning but Yoongi can. He can’t help himself from sprawling across Namjoon’s lap in the little sofa in the studio, when Namjoon looks so tired and so stressed and there’s only two weeks until the deadline on the next track. He can’t help himself from smiling, pleased, when Namjoon crawls into Yoongi’s bed late at night, muttering that he can’t sleep. They move dorms, gain privacy, change roommates, but Namjoon still keeps coming. Namjoon and Yoongi, through seven years of living together, rely on each other." good! 8800 words.

Play It As It Lays - almostblue (fictionalaspect) (BTS) Namjoon/Yoongi. ""You said you've never gotten a blowjob," Yoongi says, slow and long-suffering, like he's speaking to someone who can't understand Korean. "And I said, what the fuck Joon, that's a fucking tragedy." "No," Namjoon says. His throat is dry as he stares up at the ceiling. Is Yoongi just fucking with him? He has to be fucking with him. There's no way he said what Namjoon thinks he said. "No, the part, um. The part after that." "Oh," Yoongi says. He has one arm pillowed behind his head. He closes his eyes, like Namjoon is the dumbest person in the world and it's physically paining him to force the worlds out. "I said, 'Since we're both stuck in here, you might as well let me help you out with that.' Jesus, Joon, do you even listen when I talk?"" 3100 words.

With You (Like Glue) - roebling (BTS) Namjoon/Yoongi friendship. "With Hoseok gone for good and plans for debut in shambles, it's just Yoongi and Namjoon left at the dorm. Yoongi's not sure how much more he can take, but while he figures out what he wants to do, he might as well do something to cheer Namjoon up. That's what good hyungs do, right?" 5300 words.

Champagne Supernova - tiny_joon (BTS) Namjoon/Yoongi. "The waitress returns toting a silver bucket and a bottle they didn't order. “Now, it’s customary to offer a complimentary champagne toast to anyone celebrating with us,” she says, setting the bucket filled with ice down on their table, “but I just think y’all are so sweet I pulled some strings. Congratulations, to many more!" When Bangtan wins their first big award in the US for their music Namjoon and Yoongi go out to celebrate." cute! 3200 words.

it's not far to go - pearl_o (BTS) Namjoon/Yoongi. "Namjoon and Yoongi have been jerking off together occasionally since forever. It's super normal." 2200 words.

let the seasons change your mind - luminari (BTS) Yoongi/Namjoon. "Yoongi won’t pretend to understand Namjoon, but the way Namjoon pretends to understand him makes his skin crawl." really good canon stuff mostly. 16,200 words

i'll be the secret on your lips - cyrillic (BTS) Yoongi/Namjoon. "it hurts, that they’re keeping it a secret, because he wants nothing more than to scream it, when jimin comes into namjoon’s studio unannounced and they have to pretend their fingers weren’t intertwined, or when they have to pretend they’re just waking each other up and not cuddling in bed like the clingy assholes they are. or: namjoon and yoongi's friendship evolves, bit-by-bit, until it's something else entirely." 11,600 words.

All the Stars - bulletproof_bad_wolf (BTS) Yoongi/Namjoon. "The thing about Namjoon is he’s really good at drinking, until he’s not. If you blink, you can miss the shift. It’s that sudden. Yoongi’s blinked lots of times tonight, over the course of the last few hours. He’s had his fair share of the bottle they’ve all been passing around. It’s possible he may have blinked himself into a catnap or two. Either way, he’s awake now." 4300 words.

rocket - boozinos (BTS) Namjoon/Yoongi. "Yoongi just wants to know how big Namjoon's dick is, okay." Pretty much! 2700 words.

A Joyful Phrase (I Do) - hapakitsune (BTS) Namjoon/Yoongi, Jimin/Taehyung. "“Last question,” the interviewer said. “You’ve been to Las Vegas a few times now. What’s one thing you haven’t done yet that you really want to do?” “Get married,” Taehyung said. Later, at the chapel, Namjoon thought perhaps he should have tried a little harder to talk him out of it." 14,100 words.

NAMJIN

Celebrity Crush - bazooka (BTS) Namjoon/Seokjin. "Right now Namjoon was exhausted and he'd been saying rude shit and he kept snapping at Taehyung and then they'd had to sit through that interview ("Who's your celebrity crush?") and Seokjin had tried making a joke ("Rap Monster," he'd said, thinking he was being clever) and even as everyone around them cracked up the look that had flashed through Namjoon's eyes belied something that looked almost brittle." 16,500 words.

Back Yourself (Look in the Mirror) - KlavierRPF (KlavierWrites) (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi, Namjoon/Seokjin. "“What, does he think that now I’m out I’m going to start rapping about sucking dick?” asks Yoongi hotly, as they’re sat round the table discussing album concepts. Namjoon winces. “I mean,” says Taehyung, “you already do that.” Yoongi comes out first, but he's not the last. In fact, Namjoon's 90% sure he and Jin are the only straight ones." 7800 words.

It's Dead, We Killed It - prandcocaine (BTS) Namjoon/Seokjin, Hoseok/Jimin. "Bangtan's newest company-imposed torment drains their hearts, minds, and wallets." swear jar.

NAMKOOK

butterflies in my mind - misspamela, pearl_o (BTS) Jungkook/Namjoon. "Jungkook was twenty-two years old, he was an adult, a celebrity, and a performer. He had an accountant and a staff of people working for him. He’d been on Ellen, for god’s sake. He could handle having sex with his boyfriend. It was going to go perfectly this time." very sweet. 10,000 words.

now he callin' me nyquil - bazooka (BTS) Jungkook/Namjoon. "It was simpler than getting sleeping pills. It was more effective than taking a hot shower. It was faster than getting up and making tea or heating up some leftovers or whatever in a futile attempt at lulling himself to sleep. It was easier. It just made sense. It had stopped being weird months ago, even though sometimes Jeongguk still had an awkward flash of self-awareness - usually when he was straddling Namjoon’s hips with his face buried in the hollow between Namjoon’s throat and shoulder." 1900 words.

NAMSEOK

Bring Me Back Down to Earth - Katuize (BTS) Hoseok/Namjoon. "Sometimes Namjoon needs someone to get him out of his head. When he needs someone, he goes to Hoseok." caregiving, hurt/comfort. 1100 words.

Like The Moon To The Sun - AttesTaetion (BTS) Hoseok/Namjoon. "“Joonie.” It’s said softly. Gently and sweetly. Hoseok is speaking to him the way Namjoon typically speaks to the little animals he comes across during his walks in the park. In a way that’s meant to soothe them. To let them know that he doesn’t mean any harm. Because he cares for them. Because they’re cute and small and he thinks they’re adorable. Basically, Namjoon has a bad day and Hoseok is there to take care of him." 5800 words.

raise me up again - nebulia (BTS) Hoseok/Namjoon. "[They have never talked about it. These are the most words either of them has ever said about it outside of sex. Namjoon has always put it in that place between them, the 2% awkward Hoseok mentioned that one time on Kkul FM. He knows silently fucking the only same-age friend in your idol group isn’t normal or anything, but he figured maybe it was just...what happened. They only did it when it could be done not talking, so hardly ever on tour. And Namjoon knows they should probably talk about it, but Hoseok is right that they’re only 98% close. Maybe the 2% is just weird sex.] Namjoon relies on Hoseok a lot, but he never feels like he gives anything back. (He's wrong.)" porn with feelings. good! 10,600 words.

prismatic - mahistrado (BTS) Hoseok/Namjoon. "Hoseok takes care of Namjoon. It was the kind of care that hurt sometimes, sure. A spoonful of castor oil kind of love; nasty going down, good from the inside out." just really, really great character work. 6400 words.

Lemonade - rhythmsextion (BTS) Hoseok/Namjoon. "In which Hobi intercepts Namjoon wielding a knife and comes to regret it. Or does he?" 3000 words.

Not Just You; I Need This Too - eightninetwo (BTS) Namjoon/Hoseok. "Hoseok wishes Namjoon can see just how beautiful he is despite his flaws." 8600 words.

Blue - hobipd (BTS) Hoseok/Namjoon. "So Namjoon likes to poke and prod his bruises... that’s not weird, right? Lots of people do. Right?" mild painplay. pwp with feelings. good! 9100 words.

Within These Walls - Dribbledrabbledos (BTS) Namjoon and Hoseok. "Namjoon thinks about what was, is and will be and gets lost in between." 4000 words.

when i run out of road (you bring me home) - hobisthighs (BTS) Hoseok/Namjoon. ""You can catch a quick nap if you want, the kids aren't due to wake up for another 10, and I can fend them off long enough for you to get at least 40 minutes." He considered the offer briefly, but ultimately decided against it, he got himself into this mess he wasn't about to screw up everyone else's morning for a measly 40 minute nap. (or; namjoon is just really thankful for hoseok)" 1200 words.

TAEGI

(I Probably Still Adore You) With Your Hands Around My Neck - mucha (BTS) Yoongi/Taehyung. "The new choreo was a little more than Taehyung bargained for." 4000 words.

Just Hold Me - Incadence (BTS) Taehyung/Yoongi. "This hand holding is for business sake, so they can really all shut the fuck up. If not for Taehyung, Yoongi would probably have long floated away into the crowd and gotten kidnapped or something. So yes, this is one hundred percent for business sake. And the fact that Taehyung’s stupidly warm all the time, and has the prettiest hands have nothing to do with it." 3300 words.

my heart flutters from the sugar high - hoars (BTS) Yoongi/Taehyung. "Yoongi and Taehyung sneak around together, cheating on their diets. The group? They've drawn different conclusions." CW: dieting/food. the story is otherwise very cute. 6000 words.

how can i make you mine? - hoars (BTS) Yoongi/Taehyung. "The five times the members interrupt or delay Taehyung's great confession and the one time a confession is spit out. Kind of." 5400 words.

TAEJIN

my best decision - madanach (BTS) Seokjin/Taehyung. "“You’re a menace,” Seokjin says. “You come here—you wake me up from my sleep—to do these things versus me. To do the things that you do, against me, specifically.” “All I did was call you pretty,” Taehyung says. “And say that when I was seventeen I wanted to kiss you.”" 3700 words.

TAEKOOK

love in the time of social media - abillionstars (BTS) Taehyung/Jungkook. "“You want me, an internationally famous celebrity living in a restrictive society that would tear apart any news of me dating, to set up a very public Tinder account under a fake name?” Taehyung cocked an eyebrow. “Just thought I ought to clarify.” “Yes,” said Seokjin, looking strangely determined. “Well, shit,” Taehyung said, exiting out of the Words With Friends game. “I’m in.” In which Taehyung doesn't swipe right on anybody at all (except in his heart), goes on absolutely no wild adventures, but ends up falling in love anyway." 23,300 words.

Know You Love Me Boy - arabellarosebts (BTS) Jungkook/Taehyung. "Jeongguk finally confesses something Taehyung's been waiting to hear" 7000 words.

Can't keep my hands to myself (no matter how hard I'm trying to) - sunshineandpixiedust (BTS) Jungkook/Taehyung. "the one where Jeongguk views sexting as a challenge and takes it a little bit too seriously." 11,500 words.

VHOPE

when did my heart become like this? - triplekimsquad (BTS) Hoseok/Taehyung. ""Come on," Hoseok urges gently, moving the pillow aside so he can see Taehyung's face properly. "We've got a busy schedule today." He meets Taehyung's eyes, feels something twist inside his chest at the hopeful pout Taehyung sends him. "Aish," he says under his breath, rolling his eyes — though it comes out fondly despite his attempt at being annoyed. "Yah, that doesn't work on me anymore. I've become immune to that face." It's a bluff really. Years later and Hoseok's heart still melts a little at Taehyung's imploring expression. "Kiss me then," Taehyung says, turning his face and presenting his profile to Hoseok. He taps his cheek twice with his index finger, (still pouting — god it's adorable), "Gimme a kiss and I'll get up." Or, the (5) times where Hoseok wakes Taehyung up by giving him a kiss, and the (1) time Taehyung returns the sentiment." super soft. 12,700 words.

Behind The Masks - mkim (BTS) Hoseok/Taehyung. "“I sleep best when I'm with you,” Taehyung mumbled shyly. A pause. “Is that so?” “Yeah.” “Hm, me too.” Hoseok sighed softly. Then, much more quietly, so faintly that Taehyung wasn't even sure he was supposed to hear it, he added: “What are we doing, Taehyung-ah?” As if being an idol wasn't hard enough, Taehyung of course had to go and fall helplessly in love with his straight bandmate." the author does their utmost best to fit in all the bits of canon into a narrative and it's very compelling and readable. 109,700 words.

i'd hold your hand and soak up the sun - monbon (BTS) Hoseok/Taehyung. "It takes Hoseok almost breaking his nose to start realizing Things. Fortunately, he's pretty chill with it. Unfortunately, Taehyung is confusing." adorable! 6200 words.

blue side - cutaepatootae (elysian) (BTS) Hoseok/Taehyung. "Everyone loves Hoseok. In particular, everyone loves Hoseok's bed, which always smells nice and is somehow softer than all their other mattresses combined. Taehyung knows this because he had taken it upon himself to investigate the vitally important issue of Most Comfortable Bed in Dorm, especially when he realised he could no longer settle for his own less-than-satisfactory bed after sleeping with Hoseok for the past two months. (in which taehyung and hoseok like to sleep together, and jimin is taehyung's no. 1 wingman. also: sexual tension)." 30,300 words.

Hey Jupiter - almostblue (fictionalaspect) (Bangtan Boys) Yoongi/Taehyung. ""Hyung couldn't sleep," Taehyung says, by way of explanation. He feels like some explanation is probably needed for why he and Hoseok are snuggling on the couch together. "Sometimes he can't sleep, and then he comes and gets me and we sleep out here. He says he doesn't know why, but having me around makes it better." Or: the one where Taehyung is completely and utterly oblivious." 6400 words.

through the lonely, through the other side - ronanov (BTS) Taehyung/Hoseok. "20170628 07:14 am" the vante studio photos. 1300 words.

your arms, your warmth, your heart. - capivara (BTS) Hoseok/Taehyung. ""...Taetae?” The dancer breathes out before he can think about it. If there is a time to say it, whatever the outcome, it is now, when they are both on the brim of bursting with the heavy silence weighing down on them, dazedly oscillating between holding onto the ground or sinking deep into the abyss. Because he knows they will forget all about it the next morning." living room confession. 8800 words.

Balsam - ishuku (BTS) Taehyung/Hoseok. "Logic tells Taehyung that the flavor resting on his tongue isn't actually fruit -- but that doesn't stop Taehyung from telling himself that it is." established relationship. porn. 3800 words.

Can't Hide Our Love (But We Can Try) - melecs (BTS) Hoseok/Taehyung. "Four people think Jimin and Taehyung are dating. (Hoseok knows they’re not)." 3900 words.

I’ve been trying (to believe in confiding) - freethedoncastertwo (BTS) Hoseok/Taehyung. "Hoseok struggles and Taehyung is cute and supportive and kissable." Also a cookie is seduced. 2500 words.

asymmetry in attraction - namgi (BTS) Taehyung/Hoseok. "Taehyung yearns for bright smiles, eyes crinkled up in laughter and measured, steady hands. More than anything, he yearns for Jung Hoseok." 3200 words.

VMON

Lovers From The Moon - Zee (BTS) Namjoon/Taehyung, various other pairings. "Namjoon has always kept himself apart from the casual sex that the rest of them have, and Taehyung keeps trying and failing not to let that bother him." WHOLESOME VOYEURISM. 7900 words.

VMIN

A Fault In My Structure - Zee (BTS) Jimin/Taehyung. "Jimin hasn't seen Taehyung in almost three weeks, and ‘missing’ is not quite the right word for it." 5800 words.

Your love was handmade for somebody like me - tangowithsuga (BTS) Jimin/Taehyung. "Park Jimin wakes up in Vegas, married to his best friend Kim Taehyung." Cute! 24,900 words.

kissing up on fences (and up on walls, i don't want to fall) - bonnia (BTS) Jimin/Taehyung. "the five times the other members thought they were dating, and the one time jimin starts to wonder if they really are" 8700 words.

Completely Platonic.... - Toshiba19 (BTS) Jimin/Taehyung. "The four times that Jimin and Taehyung said they were platonic and the one time they realize they've probably been dating all along." 7500 words.

the one thing that's real - syubnugget (BTS) Taehyung/Jimin. "Taehyung can hear Jimin's little snores, the soft snuffles that he always teases him about when they share a bed. He shakes his head as if he can physically knock the thought out of his own mind. Teased him. When they shared a bed. They're not supposed to do things like that anymore." 4000 words.

till the ocean is folded and hung up to dry (i'll love you, dear) - flightlessly (BTS) Jimin/Taehyung. "in the quiet aftermath of an on-stage live, jimin decides he's had enough. he takes a gamble. / Sometimes, Jimin finds himself thinking of another life. He exists to take the stage, but every so often a little part of him yearns for something softer, quieter." 1900 words.

(i'm a symphony of the world gone wild) - inthelookingglass (BTS) Jimin/Taehyung. "jimin and taehyung break out of the dorm to get drunk in a field." Slice of life. 1000 words.

friends help each other - claybunny (BTS) Taehyung/Jimin. "Taehyung has a problem and Jimin, the angel he is, helps him out. Taehyung doesn't know what to do with his feelings and things slightly spiral out of control." Epic fwb pining. 46,900 words.

if the world was ending (would you stay with me) - countingpaths (BTS) Jimin/Taehyung. "They're always too much and not enough - pushing the boundaries but not breaking them." Vaguely Halloween themed. This is cute because they talk about they'd do in a zombie apocalypse - they'd live for one another, aww. 2800 words.

all of your sides are good - knth (conditionally) (BTS) Jimin/Taehyung. "It's Jimin's birthday and Taehyung has to do whatever he wants. (Or where Jimin doesn't know what he wants, is what Taehyung wants too.)" Jimin has a fun time ordering Taehyung around but then he realises he wants more. 16,600 words.

A Guide to (Not) Keeping Your Relationship a Secret - skateboardsound (BTS) Taehyung/Jimin. "In which Jimin and Taehyung try (and fail) to navigate a secret relationship in a dorm with five other boys and Bangtan holds an intervention." Adorable! 4500 words.

4 Times Taehyung Fantasized About Jimin’s Thighs and the 1 Time Fantasy Became Reality - skateboardsound (BTS) Taehyung/Jimin. "Taehyung has a thing for Jimin’s thighs. It gets a little out of control." This is good. Includes shaving and a ton of sexual tension. 11,000 words.

Good things come to those who wait (and I've been waiting a while) - nieljoee (BTS) Jimin/Taehyung. "Jimin makes the unpleasant discovery that Taehyung sleep walks. To make things worst, it seems like he's actively seeking him out." Taehyung keeps sleepwalking into Jimin's bed. 9000 words.

Definitions - cest_what (BTS) Jimin/Taehyung. "“Have you ever –” Jimin says, and then stops. He lifts his elbow a little and peeks sideways at Taehyung, before he drops his arm over his eyes again." They've kissed plenty of times but Jimin is waiting for the one that actually counts. Really cute. 1000 words.

Sun and Sand - cest_what (BTS) Jimin/Taehyung. "It isn’t as though Jimin’s never thought about kissing Taehyung before." Beach time. 1900 words.

tell me how to make this better - kingenjolras (BTS) Jimin/Taehyung, Namjoon/Jin, Yoongi/Hoseok. Jimin is insecure and accidentally overdoses on anti-depressants, prompting everyone to hash everything out. Very melodramatic. 44,600 words.

YOONJIN

Worldwide Lonesome - loindexter (BTS) Seokjin/Yoongi. "After the BBMA, Yoongi starts bringing guys back to the house." Really good story about coming out and living in the public eye and idol life. Great Jin voice. 40,000 words.

the unreleased album - noctemlux (BTS) Yoongi/Seokjin. "Seokjin had never once believed that love existed in the idol industry, not when they're all hormonally charged young men who spend far too much time together in such close proximity. They had to have release in some way. So it wasn't love, Seokjin tells himself, even if Yoongi said it was." 5500 words.

the night is still young (and so are we) - pagdiwa (neko11lover) (BTS) Yoongi/Seokjin. "Summer 2012. They’re so, so close to debuting. Yoongi knows that he won’t be able to forgive himself if he let Kim Seokjin leave." 6100 words.

My Heart Has Grown Bigger - minvmin (BTS) Yoongi/Seokjin. "The fans have noticed that Yoongi and Seokjin seem to have grown apart and are blaming it on Seokjin; Yoongi wants to show them the truth. Or, five of the many times Yoongi cared about Seokjin, only five that he let the world see." established relationship. 5000 words.

Path/Road - misspamela (BTS) Seokjin/Yoongi. "“I don’t like parties,” Yoongi said suddenly, like he was confessing something. “And I’m pretty sure two people doesn’t really count as a party.” “Well, fine, if you’re going to get pedantic about it.” Seokjin threw his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders. “Then this is the best date I’ve been on in months too.”" early days! good! 2300 words.

YOONKOOK

one thing - darling (BTS) Jungkook/Yoongi. Jungkook has never been on a date so he asks Yoongi to take him on one and pretends it's real. quite sweet. 5800 words.

Past Midnight - jaqueenilini (BTS) Jungkook/Yoongi. “Hyung, where are you going?” he asks casually, positive Yoongi can see right through him. “Studio Jungkook-ah, you know this,” 3500 words.

space - misspamela (BTS) Yoongi/Jungkook. "Jungkook watches the stars and waits." 2300 words.

flower boys - siderum (BTS) Jungkook/Yoongi. "yoongi and jungkook take care of a plant together." 3000 words.

gay panic: the musical - softlyblue (BTS) Jungkook/Yoongi. "Jeongguk is a modern man, and that means he knows exactly who to go to for advice - the internet at large. Help me, he types, and then deletes it. That sounds like he's being held hostage. I think about my hyung when I jerk off Nah, too forward. My bandmate Nah, too identifying. My friend (24m) is very pretty and sometimes I (20m) think about kissing him. What do He deletes the what do bit, and then feels very proud of himself as he hits submit." My fave part was JK seeking advice from Namjoon. 4300 words.

YOONMIN

The 100-Day Love Challenge - jeosheo (BTS) Jimin/Yoongi. "For a variety show challenge, Jimin must tell Yoongi every day for 100 days that he loves him." 19,200 words.

YOONSEOK

simple + clean - jeonbenet (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "Hoseok looks at him, then at the water. “Uh.” “You don’t have to be weird about it,” Yoongi regards Hoseok’s crotch, then back to his eyes. Hoseok laughs, amazed at Yoongi’s ability to make a full-on dick scoping as casual as he just did. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” (Or: Hoseok gets seasick. Yoongi cleans him up.)" sweet. 5600 words.

you give me that rush - sobistars (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "the five times Yoongi goes for round two, and the five times he gets it. // “Hobi, Hobi,” Yoongi says again, grinning as he leans closer, and closer still. “You think it’s hot?” Hoseok nods slightly, still shy and small as he grasps the phone in his hand. “Yeah?” “Yeah, hyung…” Hoseok’s voice is small, the kind of small Yoongi loves when they’re like this. Suddenly he’s full of energy, ready to jump on Hoseok the second he says he wants it too." sweet. 4400 words.

until this cold winter ends - mariephantomhive (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "yoongi always makes sure to chase the cold away, somehow, and hoseok just wants to return the favour for once. or, five times hoseok was cold, and one time he made sure yoongi was not." super soft! 7500 words.

say what you want - ignitesthestars (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "There are a lot of reasons why Yoongi shouldn’t sleep with Jung Hoseok. “You’re always so stuck in your own head.” Hoseok leans in gently, gently, knocking their foreheads together. “It’s okay to just feel. Nothing bad will happen. I promise.” The huge, shuddering breath that Yoongi sucks in at that moment feels too big for his chest, like there’s more in him than his body can contain. I promise, Hoseok says, and Yoongi can feel the truth of that down to his bones." v nice. 7400 words.

show me more - billykaplan (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "Hoseok could never get tired of Yoongi—his words, his kisses, his presence. If his love is a sea, there is no land in sight. Not anymore. Alternatively, Hoseok loves Yoongi, Yoongi loves Hoseok, and they make it work." nice canonverse fic. 19,300 words.

Whirlpool - superrunnaturall (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "what happens on vacation, stays on vacation." 11,200 words.

and the sky's the limit - pearl_o (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "It's two thousand ten (twelve, fourteen, sixteen, eighteen…) and Hoseok has something on his mind." 800 words.

Counting Pandas - anonymousloris (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "He did this sometimes. Talked in his sleep. When he was extra stressed and tense that was. Yoongi always thought that sometimes Hoseok’s body was just so ready to shut down, that it forgot to turn all the lights off before it did. Sometimes it left his mouth on.Usually it was just nonsense mumbles about dolphin embraces.From time to time, he was pretty clear." 3300 words.

even if it breaks down, oh better - misspamela (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "The worst part about Jung Hoseok was that Yoongi had never been able to ignore him." 4500 words.

A simple question - ItsaShrillFeeling (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "Yoongi never imagined himself being in a relationship until he's questioned by an Interviewer about it. He then starts to wonder why the thought never occurred to him, up until now. Which leads Yoongi to start questioning his love life and his role as a friend." 46,200 words.

you were always my favourite - jnghsk (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "A young, 16-year old Hoseok joins BigHit and finds comfort in his new friend Min Yoongi. At time goes on, he knows he's found someone who will be there for him for the rest of his life." 2100 words.

Kiss Me - merryofsoul (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "It's National Kissing Day, so naturally Hoseok has to bestow a kiss on each of his beloved members." 3200 words.

Rub Your Feelings Down My Spine - Only_A_Fangirl (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "He doesn’t let up, his hands getting even firmer, heels of his palms digging into Yoongi’s skin. Yoongi controls his breathing forcefully, but Hoseok can see through him anyway. And this is exactly why Yoongi doesn’t do massages. Yoongi closes his eyes, doesn’t want to see the little smirk on Hoseok’s face. It’s stupid. This lack of self control. When Hoseok kneads the junction between his neck and shoulder, he can’t help the blood rushing between his legs. Just can’t help it." 8000 words.

Or; - malamyszk (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "“Wait – so, you want to have a threesome? With me? And your girlfriend?” Yoongi puffs out his cheeks before releasing the air in a long exhale and settling into a smirk. “Damn Seok-ah. Thought I broke you for a second.” “Shut up. I just – Seriously?” Or; I Want You to Fuck Me & My Girlfriend, a Love Story Or; Fuckboy Min Yoongi, A Study" messy emotions about loving but hurting one another! 37,700 words.

so i'll be your candle, and i'll be your statuette - pearl_o (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "Yoongi isn't sure how long they've been talking, exactly, but it's long enough to have gotten pretty fucking deep into the topic, and long enough for his slowly sobering brain to suddenly deliver the message that that hot prickly twitchy feeling is arousal, Yoongi, you goddamn idiot." 3200 words.

still here, both of us, together - Yoonseok_af (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "Basically Yoongi getting sentimental and thinking about his relationship with Hoseok. And then Yoongi's thoughts make things happen." Yoongi proposes in Vegas. 3900 words.

Your Voice (My Lullaby) - aloharussia (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "Hoseok starts to think of whatever might have caused this. There wasn’t anything specific bothering him. There weren’t any fights or disturbances within the group. All of it he could blame on stress, but even so the last times he’s gotten to the point of breaking down with stress he was still able to rest, albeit with small amounts. Or; Hoseok can’t seem to fall asleep, and the only thing that can ease him into it is Yoongi’s voice." 9900 words.

Smile For Me, Not At Me - dabbleinthedrabble (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "Min Yoongi has a crush on Jung Hoseok. This is a fact of life for him, but not one that he is particularly ecstatic about having had to conceal it for years on end. Upon being on holiday in Thailand he realises something that ruins him further: Hoseok is fucking gorgeous without a shirt. (In which Yoongi is angsty and more than a tad at loss with what to do with his feelings and Hoseok is even worse, and may or may not have a kink for Yoongi's smile.)" 6500 words.

The Stars - bleeding_bangtan (BTS) Yoongi and Hoseok. "In which Min Yoongi wonders if he will ever debut, and Jung Hoseok holds on to the one steady thing in his life." 2200 words.

For you, who is my everything - superrunnaturall (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "“Come on, hyung,” he urged and stood from the couch. “This will all still be here tomorrow. If you really want me to leave you alone, I will, but you did invite me in…” Hoseok pointed out with a small smirk. Yoongi looked up at him from his swivel chair as Hoseok got closer and stood between Yoongi’s legs. “So, what do you wanna do, Yoongi?” (Yoongi, Hoseok, and the Genius Lab)" fluffy smut. 9400 words.

Again - sixtieshairdo (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. They're together and fighting, but reconcile. 2000 words.

it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy - Yoonseok_af (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "We all have those little secrets we’re to ashamed to reveal, even to the people we trust the most. Min Yoongi had two secrets. First of all, he had a massive crush on his friend and bandmate Jung Hoseok. Yoongi found a solution that became his second little secret. Every now and then he’d lock himself in his studio or lay in bed, covered with a blanket, and... read fan fictions." unexpectedly cute! 4400 words.

Little Prince - Sobioppa (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. ""You slept so well, you looked like a little prince." Hoseok is Yoongi's sleepy little prince." 2600 words.

if found please return to - misspamela (BTS) Yoongi and Hoseok. "“Sope forever,” Hoseok whispers, patting clumsily at Yoongi’s hat. “Sope forever until I kill you,” Yoongi agrees." Bon Voyage 2. 1100 words.

first nights - arysthaeniru (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. Version of their first meeting in the dorm. 1200 words.

Voice - sixtieshairdo (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "“Seok-seok, you’re so cute. Your ears, especially. So very, very. Cute.” A weaker man would succumb to the temptation to kiss Yoongi whose face is too close for any friendly endeavour, but Hoseok couldn’t possibly give in, not when Yoongi’s drunk." ASMR fic. hobi loves yoongi's voice. 2700 words.

Too Far Gone - skeleton_soups (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "Hoseok has been creating a space for himself inside of Yoongi's life for years now, so Yoongi's used to it by now... isn't he? -OR- How to fuck in a room full of sleeping boys." 1700 words.

worked up - sweetlyblue (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "“I’m not doing anything!” “Yeah, you are.” Yoongi bites a chunk of the snack bar off. “Seok-ah, it’s nut flavoured. I know how much you like-” “Oh my god.” “No, but really, you gotta have some.” Yoongi cracks off some of the snack bar. “You gave yours to Jiminie. Just eat the fuckin’ thing. I’m being a cute boyf- a cute hyung.” They fall into awkward silence." 1900 words.

into the morning light - realface (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "Hoseok could stop himself. He could make something up on the spot, could save himself if he actually wanted to, before he opens his mouth to blurt, “Hyung, wanna go on a date with me?”" sweet get together is also good at dating while an idol aspect. 1600 words.

What Happens In Vegas (You Never Tell A Soul) - thisissuchbts (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "They didn't-- No, no. They definitely didn't. After all, Yoongi just established that Hoseok is a relatively trustworthy drunk. He wouldn't have agreed to something like that; neither of them would. Except, oh wait, they absolutely would." accidentally married. 2200 words.

I Thought That I Was Dreaming When You Said You Loved Me - teenuviel1227 (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "Hoseok clicked the link in the DM by accident. He didn’t mean to read it, to keep reading it, to let it colour his interactions with Yoongi but--how could he not? Yoongi didn’t mean to start writing it, didn’t mean for it to get so much attention. But at 80,000 hits his worst nightmare had come true in the form of a DM: Author-nim, I sent Hobi the link to your fics! Convinced that Hoseok is a) straight and b) not the kind of guy to check his DMs, he left it up. However, he can’t help but notice the way that Hoseok’s gaze lingers on him longer these days, the way he smiles wider, lets a hand casually fall over his. Or the fic where a fan sends Hobi the link to a Yoonseok fic, Hobi gets hooked, and Yoongi is the fandom’s most famous Yoonseok author." 7000 words.

feedback loop - englishsummerrain (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "He thinks they were made to fit together like this, somewhere between the bright lights of the stage and their dormitory sheets." 1700 words.

Bangtan Party Night - valaidh (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "Now Yoongi leans forward to set his drink on the coffee table, gently but with clear purpose. “Okay, then, let's go.” A chorus of soft oohs bounces off the walls, and Hoseok’s brow furrows. “Wh– What do you mean, ‘Let’s go’?” “Let’s play Gay Chicken,” Yoongi says simply, the faintest hint of a challenge playing at the edges of his words." 13,800 words.

Heavy Rotations - fruityblowpop (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "Hoseok just wants to get fucked, but Yoongi is a bit terrified of popping Hoseok's cherry." 12,000 words.

Holding Hands - robertpostchild (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "“God damn it.” Yoongi yelled. “Hold my fucking hand.” That sounds more like Yoongi, Hoseok thought, but he still couldn’t get his hand to release its grip on the roll bar." sweet confession on a theme park ride. 3300 words.

Hands On - fruityblowpop (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "Inspired By Run BTS: COPS, in which Hoseok seems to have a neck fetish. “Seok-ah, none of us knew what we were doing –“ “No,” Hoseok interrupted again. Yoongi felt long fingers press against his throat and he swallowed hard. “I didn’t realize –“ The fingers tightened, and even though Hoseok’s grip was still delicate, nowhere near enough pressure to cut off air, Yoongi’s breath still stuttered. “Oh,” he whispered. “Yeah,” Hoseok echoed dully. “Oh.”" includes breathplay. 14,600 words.

Awkward - sixtieshairdo (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. “You really like kissing, huh?” He wonders, just for a second, if Yoongi’s making fun of him, but the blush on Yoongi’s cheeks tell him otherwise, alerts him that, perhaps, Yoongi’s unsure about his intentions and motives. He leans down, plants a kiss on Yoongi’s forehead, over his eyelids, his cheekbones, his upturned nose, his willing mouth. “Nah, I just like you.” He can feel Yoongi’s cheeks burn as Yoongi presses his face against his chest. “God, you’re so cheesy.” Awkward but very sweet first time. 2700 words.

Lonely Nights are Better with You - whenIseeUsmile (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "Yoongi can't focus and he knows why. That's why he texts Hoseok. He's his rock, even though he shouldn't be. Or in which they both SHOULD JUST CONFESS ALREADY." 4700 words.

The Space between Our Beds - minvmin (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "Yoongi and Hoseok become roommates. Talking ensues." 3200 words.

someday - sweetlyblue (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "In the build-up to their comeback, their biggest debut stage yet, tempers fray and relationships break and are built once more, stronger than ever." Quite good! 11,800 words.

The Quiet - Mindy (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "Four times Hoseok said I love you, and the one time he didn't." 2500 words.

inside his head - trash_yoongi (97_jiji) (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "There wasn’t a moment of realisation. It was something that slowly built. Barely present at first, maybe he felt a little more tired, a little more restless. But it was nothing out of the ordinary. Yoongi was an idol, dealing well with tiredness should be part of the job description." Yoongi has depression and anxiety. 2 stories, 10,800 words.

soft hearts, electric souls - lilacflowers (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "yoongi said he'd stay once and ended up staying each time after." 4600 words.

what's the world (without you in it) - narutoskage (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "Yoongi and Hoseok have been dating for a while now and Yoongi still can't get used to how much he loves his boyfriend (and sex with said boyfriend, the sex is good). AKA hoseok eating yoongi’s ass, pwp with feelings, and yoonseok being very much in love with each other." Funny, warm sex scenes. 2300 words.

Pronouns - littleghostfantasies (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "Yoongi is having problems gaining inspiration for a new song he's writing. Hoseok can help. After all, it's all about him." 2800 words.

What's in a Smile - dokyun (kissthesea) (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "Rappers aren't cute, says Yoongi, and neither is Hoseok." 1400 words.

love is a place - deuxoiseaux (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi. "When Hoseok had asked Yoongi if he'd wanted to come to the cherry blossom festival, Yoongi assumed the others would be joining them. ... Together they'd caught the train and spent hours weaving their way through the trees and other people, alone. They stopped at various booths for snacks and coffee, and Hoseok slung an arm around Yoongi's shoulders, keeping him close. Yoongi didn't mind." 2400 words.

5 times Hoseok was afraid and 1 time Yoongi was - Phinphin (Hidlesworth) (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "Hoseok was afraid of everything. That Min Yoongi and everyone else in the group had quickly learned. Now, while everything per say wasn’t correct, anything could scare Hoseok on a good day." Needed a good beta, but not bad. 10,900 words.

Soft Spot - nivo (BTS) Hoseok and Yoongi. "Yoongi doesn't particularly care for the well-being of the new trainee. It's just that he doesn't particularly care for prison, either, and leaving the kid to fend for himself would probably constitute criminally negligent homicide." 1700 words.

Six Kisses - imasinner (BTS) Hoseok/everyone, Hoseok/Yoongi. "It’s an unquestioned truth that Jung Hoseok loves physical affection. He’s usually the giver, brimming with love and the need to show it to his groupmates. But birthdays are about receiving, and Hoseok’s present is morning kisses. (established casual poly/ot7 ; not necessarily romantic, but not necessarily platonic either)" 2600 words.

and you did it for me - shikae (39smooth) (BTS) placeholder come and take mine Yoongi/Hoseok. "They're fine. They'll always be fine." Quiet moment and a late night convenience store. 2000 words. And the lovely companion story with the others observing and drawing their own (correct) conclusions. 2600 words.

sometimes i think that i know - shikae (39smooth) (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "The alcohol in his veins is beginning to sift the languor back into his bones. He allows himself to lean in closer, just for the leverage, and their shoulders meet easily, steadily. Hoseok’s fingers fold gently around Yoongi’s other shoulder." Yoongi realises he's in love. 1200 words.

Underneath the Starless Nights - sophia7 (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "Hoseok is in love and doesn’t know how to deal with it." Hoseok is in love with Taehyung, and Yoongi is in love with Jimin. In the closet, both sad, they turn to each other for release and comfort. Yoongi eventually wants to be boyfriends and they agree to try. It's not an epic love story and they both fuck up a lot (repetitiously, even) but they agree to try and they do love each other. 72,200 words.

Always Enough - thedirtunderyourskin (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. "To make a long story short, they argued. They argued for a long time, waking up Taehyung in the process, and to stop himself from strangling Hoseok with the dirty t-shirt he was waving in his face, Yoongi left the dorm with no coat, no phone and no money." pre-debut. 3500 words.

Funny - sixtieshairdo (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok. Hoseok has a girlfriend but he and Yoongi get off on sexts about her. Yoongi pov of triangulation. 4100 words.

OT3 & MORE, POLYAM, GEN AND OTHER

Outro - oliviacirce (BTS) OT7, Jimin-centric. "Jimin's room, 20 minutes, he texts the group chat, minus Jimin. Bring lube and snacks." 8500 words.

one plus one equals one - moonbabie (VIXX, BTS) Jaehwan/Seokjin. "4 times the boys witness something they don’t understand, and 1 time they discover everything. Or Kim Seokjin has been together and married to Lee Jaehwan for the past 6 years, and never quite got around to telling his boys. Oops?" 5900 words.

One by one - whalien_spence_52 (BTS) Jungkook. ""The hyungs filled me up one by one. And I think maybe that's how I became what I am now. I could be a manifestation of all their characters coming together." aka the one where you can watch our precious maknae grow up and mature through his hyungs' eyes." 40,000 words.

have not saints lips - monbon (BTS) Hoseok/everyone. "as seokjin stepped up, lifting his shirt to point to a bruise jimin had (accidentally) inflicted on his abs, jimin and taehyung were still arguing. “you live together!” taehyung was retorting. “his bed is twenty centimeters from yours! you spoon basically every night!” “stop trying to deflect, tae, the line is sacred and you know it!” “oh man,” said yoongi, “i dunno who lied to you you, but nothing in this house has ever been or will ever be sacred. not since i walked in on you in the bathroom after those sketchy kebabs.”" hobi is gonna kiss EVERY BOY. 1200 words.

An Experiment in Threesomes - Only_A_Fangirl (BTS) Hoseok/Jungkook/Yoongi. "Still. What does he have to lose? He’ll just tell them about his problem, like a proper dongsaeng to his hyungs, and maybe they’ll have a solution. And maybe that solution will be to have sex with him. Probably not. But maybe. So, he won’t just say ‘I want you to take my virginity’, he’ll just hope that they offer. He might also lose just a little bit of his dignity, but not much, because he’s sure they won’t make fun of him. Or, the tale of Jeongguk's virginity loss to Hoseok and Yoongi." open ending, but i felt it gave just enough and i believe in a happy future! 37,600 words.

Logical Thinking - Only_A_Fangirl (BTS) Hoseok/Namjoon/Yoongi. "“What’s the favor you wanted?” Namjoon asks. “Right,” Hoseok says. “So, I drank a little bit yesterday, and I got this really good idea. And then I sobered up and the idea was still good, so… here I am.” “What is it?” Yoongi asks. Hoseok takes a deep breath, looks at Yoongi pointedly for a few seconds, “Let me suck your dick.”" WIP at 76k now.

A Wish Your Heart Makes - oliviacirce (BTS) OT7. ""This can't be the right translation," Taehyung says, before Jungkook can do something crazy like just ask to suck Jimin's dick. Taehyung has his phone out, and is frowning as he taps the screen. "But I looked it up on Naver, and there might be something called sex pollen? Sex pollen? Like, plants?"" 16,600 words.

and i'll smile upon you too - pearl_o (BTS) Hoseok/Yoongi/Jungkook. ""what is going on right now?" yoongi says, still staring at hoseok. "i'm trying to communicate with you! like adults!" hoseok says. "you're doing a really bad job," says yoongi. "how did you picture this conversation going?" hoseok slumps until he's half lying down, letting his legs hanging over the edge of the mattress. "i was gonna tell you that i love you and that i want you to be happy and that i could be happy even if it meant...you know. sharing."" 5900 words.

Wingman - Zee (BTS) Jimin/Taehyung/Namjoon. "Any time Taehyung feels that he’s taken flirting too far, any time he does something a little daring and then needs to chicken out, he turns around and repeats whatever action it was on Jimin, as if to say see? This is just how I am all the time, with everyone, please don’t accuse me of liking you please. Like Jimin emits magic no-homo rays just by being there, or something." 4400 words.

You were holding on to make a point - bambambams (phanjessmagoria) (BTS) Hoseok/Namjoon/Yoongi. "When he exited the bathroom, sweatpants slung low on his hips, Hoseok's shirt had been removed, Yoongi's lips closed around his collarbone. Namjoon stopped short, smirking, more amused that Yoongi had waited until he was absent to start anything. He was like that, Namjoon had found—enough of a brat, even though he was the oldest of the three of them—but he knew the agreement that they had, too. He wasn't supposed to touch or kiss or lick or bite or anything until they were all together. It wasn't that Namjoon was jealous. None of them were—they, and their relationship, had evolved beyond that. It was simply that the three of them had agreed to always be just that—the three of them. Yoongi hated being left out and had been the one to propose that particular stipulation for their relationship. So, really. He should have known better." 7600 words.

Lonely Night - realface (BTS) Namjoon/Yoongi/Hoseok. "It starts, as most things in Namjoon’s life does these days, with a tweet." 2400 words.

keep me in your back pocket - misspamela (BTS and Monsta X) Yoongi/Kihyun. "“Kihyun,” Namjoon said slowly. “That friend of Hobi’s?” Yoongi couldn’t see him, but he could hear the carefulness in his tone. This was Namjoon Working Up to Something, and Yoongi felt his heart beat a little faster in anticipation." It's the pre-debut trainees talking about music and flirting fic I always wanted. 9300 words.

Can’t Look Back, Can’t Look Too Far Ahead - teenuviel1227 (BTS) Yoongi/Hoseok/Namjoon. "It started as directorial help for their sex tape--but what’s a couple to do when their bestfriend is the best at directing? Or Namjoon helps Sobi film a sex tape and gets caught up in the action too." 2700 words.

hold me tight - hobipd (BTS) Jungkook/Hoseok/Yoongi/Namjoon. "Anyway, the thing Jeongguk likes... It might sound a bit strange for a 19-year-old boy, to be into something like this. This being BDSM. Bondage in particular." Kinky porn with feelings. 15,000 words.

Korean Spirit - sodanehobi (BTS) Namjoon and Seokjin, Yoongi and Taehyung, Hoseok and Jimin and Jungkook. "It's just another night, and the boys remember how much they rely on each other." canonverse found family. 2800 words.

got your back - bazooka (BTS) Seokjin and Jungkook. "Seokjin wasn’t really the mom. He knew he wasn’t the mom. Namjoon knew he wasn’t the mom. Everyone knew he wasn’t the mom. It wasn’t even a question; it was the roles they played, the concept for their group dynamic. He wasn’t anybody’s mom. Except, apparently, at one o’clock in the morning, when he’d been woken up by the tiniest of tiny sounds coming from the general direction of the kitchen." Jungkook has a panic attack and Jin is just playing the mom except when he actually is the mom. 2100 words.

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