AHHHHHHH HI HI HI!!! Just Wanted To Leave A Note About This Amazing Fic!! I Read It As An Anon And Im

AHHHHHHH HI HI HI!!! just wanted to leave a note about this amazing fic!! i read it as an anon and i’m rereading it now bcoz genuinely… i’m so in love with it omg

just wanted to say a quick hello! and apologies in advance if i blast through a bunch of chapters at once and the notifs are a mess…<3

Abundance

— summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don’t get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, turns out crazy is an understatement.

— pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader

— genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut

— word count: 5.2k

— tag list: @keijaycreates​​ @xsmilebitesx​​ @ditttiii​​ Part: II / III / IV / V / VI / VIII / IX / X / XI / Find the rest of the chapters here!

“A hybrid?” You barely hold back a cough, the sandwich you were eating getting caught in your throat at your friend’s sudden proposal.

“Don’t sound so surprised Y/N, this isn’t the first time we’ve talked about this.” Jihyo rolls her eyes, pushing her water bottle closer to you as she notices you struggling.

You quickly take a sip, the cool water soothing your irritated throat. “No, but it’s the first time we’ve ever talked about me and hybrids in the same sentence.” You shake your head as you lean back in your chair, Jihyo’s gaze narrowing as she looks at you.

You quickly advert your eyes to pick at your shirt. Somehow, Jihyo always manages to make you do something you’re unsure of and this is too serious to be one of those situations.

“But wouldn’t it be nice? You always complain about being lonely.” Jihyo says, a knowing smile on her face as she takes another bite of her own food. 

“Yeah, but I meant a boyfriend, not a hybrid!” You sigh.

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Jewel, I know your requests are closed but I desperately need to hear your thoughts on who in BTS would do this: https://www.tumblr.com/writing-prompt-s/739417828719034368/you-a-powerful-demoness-have-just-been-summoned

and why is it Namjoon (the potential for crack with this 148 IQ man who is also way more innocent than we think acc to one park jimin just takes me out)

i'm so sorry it took me so long to finish and post this but thank you so much for sending it bc i have been cackling about this scenario ever since.

the prompt: you, a powerful demoness, have just been summoned to earth. this man, this human, wants you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a few days so his parents will get off his back about it.

the gang summons a demon

pairing: namjoon x f. reader genre: supernatural au; crack warnings: reader is a demon and engages in demon behavior, swearing, namjoon makes mention of not being straight, heteronormative parental expectations, jk learns about arcane things on tumblr (which is not an original idea; i read a fic ages ago where taekook are tumblr witches but i cannot find it, so credit to that author or whoever came up with it first), unedited so any mistakes are mine. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 2k

It’s been years since you’ve been to Earth—even longer since you’ve been to South Korea.

“I haven’t been here since 1910,” you say, staring at the gobsmacked man across from you. He’s tall, with tanned skin and a bleached buzz cut; a smattering of tattoos dotting his toned arms—whites and rich hues of blue, imitations of some kind of ceramic art, you think; a golden hoop through his nose; cheeks with dimples so deep you’re sure they’ll crater. “People here definitely didn’t look like you back then, so I’m going to assume we’re pretty far into the future.”

“It’s 2024,” he answers, seemingly still a little dazed. He’s staring at you with wide eyes, jaw dropped. Normally it’s nice to be looked at like that, with all the reverence and awe you deserve, but Earth is not your favorite place to be. Doesn’t even crack the top fifty, if you’re being honest. “Did you say 1910? As in the beginning of the—”

You sigh. “Uh-huh. Hey, if you wouldn’t mind hurrying this up, I’ve got things to do.” The man continues staring. Could be a trick of the light, but you think he’s turning paler by the second.

Minutes tick by. Nothing but silence.

“Are you even listening to me?” you snarl, quickly losing patience you were never given. “I said I’ve got shit to do. My schedule’s booked solid for the next eight centuries, so I really don’t have time to be dilly-dallying in mundane human affairs. Your problems are always so boring.”

More silence.

Which is irksome, sure, but what’s worse is this stupid fucking circle you’re trapped in. Drawn crudely on the floor of (seemingly) this human man’s actual apartment, which would’ve told you all you’d needed to know, if you’d taken ten seconds to take in your surroundings upon first being summoned. This place has got books stacked floor to ceiling in every available inch of space, but you’re certain this person is a fucking idiot.

“Hello?”

The man shakes his head. “Oh, sorry, I just—I’m Namjoon? Kim Namjoon.”

“I don’t care.”

“Right, right.” He sucks in a deep breath. “Well, you’re probably wondering why I summoned you here today”—you roll your eyes—“and, uh.” Namjoon scratches at the back of his neck, anxiety oozing from every pore on his body. Definitely paler. “I am too, to be honest.”

“You what—”

“I didn’t mean to!” Namjoon hurriedly adds, all of that anxiety shifting quickly into pure panic. “It’s just—it was a joke! Mostly! Jeongguk said it as a joke, because everything he says is a joke, and I should’ve known that, but—I don’t know! I’ve tried everything else, and the longer its gone on the more desperate I’ve become, and suddenly what Jeongguk said as a joke didn’t sound so much like a joke anymore! I’m sorry! I didn’t think it’d actually work!”

It takes your brain a minute to translate and decipher the useless slush that just came out of his mouth, but when it does… oh, when it does, you feel absolutely murderous. “You summoned me as a joke?”

Namjoon must see it, too. There’s no way you’re looking cool, calm, and collected right now, because you’ve seen the faces of others that have witnessed your wrath, and they were almost always on the brink of (if not outright) shitting their pants. This stupid, clueless human in front of you doesn’t appear to be faring much better.

So you continue, just to watch him squirm. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

“Um,” comes his brilliant response. “Yes?”

“And who am I?”

He holds up his pointer finger and digs through the back pocket of his jeans. Pulls out a crumbled scrap of paper, nearly soiled from ass sweat and time, and his eyes squint as he tries to read it. “I—well, it’s probably not an accurate translation, you know, since—”

“What does that piece of parchment say, Kim Namjoon?”

“Nothing,” he lies. “I can’t read it anyway, so… a-haaa…”

Patience officially worn thin, you snap your fingers, delighting in the startled shriek that escapes him as the paper goes up in a plume of smoke. “I am going to give you one chance to be honest with me,” you explain slowly, leveling him with a look. “Who do you think I am, and why am I here?”

Namjoon pales further. Looks like he’s trying to melt right through the floor into a puddle of useless slush, and you’d be more than willing to speed up the process if it weren’t for this god forsaken demon trap.

“Can I—can I sit down for this?”

Kim Namjoon, you learn, has a friend named Jeon Jeongguk.

Jeon Jeongguk, you also come to learn, has learned magic from a website called Tumblr.

“There, uh. There are definitely blogs for that sort of thing,” Namjoon explains, tattooed fingers scratching at the back of his neck. He takes a very quick glance at you. “Clearly not very accurate ones.”

You hum. “That’s the only smart thing I’ve heard you say since I showed up in this shithole.”

Namjoon gawks. “Hey, my apartment isn’t a shithole! It’s the best I could afford, alright? There was just an article in The Business Times about how archaic of a system jeonse is—”

“Uh-huh. And this… website?”

Namjoon goes red. Coughs into his fist. “Oh, right, yeah. I’m gonna be honest with you—”

“I already said that—”

“—my parents are coming to visit from Ilsan in a few days and I need a girlfriend.”

You blink. Once, twice, three times. Long enough to replace the rug that had been pulled from under you, because you’re pretty sure you heard this human man allude to having summoned you so you can pretend to be his girlfriend.

All things considered, you’re impressed by how calm you are. This is not a trait most demons have, you especially, and it makes you nostalgic for the days you used to rip men apart limb by limb for less.

“Are you insane?” you ask simply.

“In my defense,” he explains around a wince, “Jeongguk said it was a love spell.”

“A love spell.” Namjoon nods. “And you wound up summoning a demon.”

“It… appears I may have done that, yes.”

“And you want a demon to meet your parents?”

“I mean… when in Rome, right?”

“I’ve committed at least four-hundred and sixty-seven separate atrocities there, so no, probably not when in Rome.”

Namjoon’s jaw drops. He tucks his knees closer to his chest. “Christ, that’s a lot. How did you have the time?”

“I’m immortal,” you deadpan.

“Right, right. Anyway, to answer your question: yes.”

Your eyes narrow. “How bad are your parents that you’d want me to meet them?”

“They’re fine, mostly. I just… am not what they expected in a son? Like, I have the hair and the tattoos and I dropped out of my engineering program in university to pursue art and poetry, so the least I could do is find a wife and settle down and give them grandchildren, but I don’t even know if I want to ever settle down. I’m also not… heterosexual? Entirely? Do you see that a lot—”

You sigh. “Misconception. Not to launch you into some kind of existential crisis, but the gods really don’t give a shit who you humans sleep with.”

“Gods? As in plural?” You snap your fingers. Namjoon’s fingers immediately go to his temples. “Damn, I have a really bad migraine all of a sudden.”

“Yeah, that was me.”

“What’d you do?”

“Made you forget something.”

“Oh. What’d I forget?” It takes a second. “Oh, right, yeah. Um. What was the last thing I said?”

“Your parents wanted you to be an engineer and have a ton of kids but you like art and also not-women, sometimes.”

He flushes again. “I—yes.”

You sigh, arms crossed over your chest. All you want to do is sit down, or open a window. This apartment smells far too strongly of patchouli. “Look, I haven’t been to this place in a long time, but surely you aren’t undesirable by your society’s standards.”

“Are you saying I’m attractive?”

You scowl. “No. I’m saying there had to have been easier ways of doing this, and also can you open a window?”

“It’s February.”

“That means nothing to me.”

“It’s really cold outside.”

“I’m literally from Hell. Go put on a sweater, then.”

With a roll of his eyes, Namjoon stands and moves to the window. Cracks it open a millimeter, just enough for the cold to seep in, before he’s stalking off toward—you’re assuming—his bedroom. You think he’s shoving a garment over his head when he calls out, “You know, you’re really fucking bossy for someone stuck in a trap.”

You vow to kill him as soon as you’re free.

It isn’t often you’re held hostage.

Usually you can spot a trick coming a thousand miles away, but since Namjoon hadn’t meant to summon you at all, you’d been caught unawares. Doomed to be stuck in a demon trap, just like he’d said, which meant you didn’t have a ton of bargaining power.

At least that’s what you’re telling yourself, because as you sit across from Namjoon’s parents at some fancy restaurant, you aren’t convinced he isn’t a crossroads demon himself.

“So,” his mother begins, turning her attention to you, “what do you do for work?”

Namjoon elbows you beneath the table, giving you a silent warning to stick to the script. You’re only here under threat of force—because Jeongguk had stopped by Namjoon’s apartment, saw you in the summoning circle, and nearly fainted before going back to Tumblr to find a binding spell.

Except that one wasn’t great, either, because it only bound you and Namjoon together for three days instead of forever. And, as penance for all the chaos you’ve sown across the universe, Namjoon’s parents’ visit fell within that time frame, so here you are.

Out to dinner. With humans.

You’re pretending to be someone’s girlfriend.

You’re in for the most embarrassing ribbing of your existence once you’re home.

“I work with idols,” you respond, as convincingly as possible, because Namjoon had thought it’d be really funny. Get it? he’d said. Like false idols? You hadn’t laughed. “It’s very secretive, of course, but—”

You don’t finish your thought, because Namjoon’s mother looks delighted: face lit up with mirth, smile blinding, eyes half-lidded under the weight of her happiness. “Oh, how exciting! Has he told you he used to do performances to old H.O.T songs? Namjoonie, what was that one song you liked—”

“Eomma, please—”

“Wasn’t it ‘Candy’?” Namjoon’s dad offers from behind his menu. It’s the first thing he’s said all evening.

Namjoon whimpers, foregoing all social decorum and lectures on posture to sink further in his chair.

You do not, under any circumstances, feel a hint of fondness.

(Which dissipates not even twenty-four hours later.

“The blog was deleted,” Jeongguk says, eyes wide as saucers. “I—the blog is gone, I don’t know how to—”

“What do you mean the blog is gone?” The poor kid is overcome with panic and fear, tries to stutter out a response that makes no sense to you at all through his sobs. “Jeon Jeongguk, what do you mean the blog is gone?”

“I—it’s—I had it bookmarked, I swear! Once the binding spell wore off I was gonna send it to Namjoon hyung so he could send you back, but the blog is gone so the post is gone, too. I don’t—what do I even search for—oh my god, please don’t kill me, I think I’m having a panic attack, I’m gonna—”

And then this human man vomits all over your feet. Namjoon sighs as he goes to fetch a bucket, and you think it’ll be a miracle if any of these people—yourself included—live to see the end of the week.)

Abundance (III)

— summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don’t get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, turns out crazy is an understatement.

— pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader

— genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut

— word count: 7k

— tag list: @keijaycreates @xsmilebitesx @ditttiii @ayoo-bangtan @see3milyblog @faithsummers11 @narcissism-iskey @sp3ak-yours3lf @cesthoney @imluckybitches @multifandomgirl29 @moon-2seok @bangtansleftnut @murderyoursoul @hd-junglebook @sweeneyblue1 @hear-me-growl @bubbletae7 @wxnterbears @crazed-abstractionists @serious-addiction @lorielulu7 @spiritrosegaby​ Part: I / II / IV / V / VI / VIII / IX / X / XI / Find the rest of the chapters here!

The first thing that greets you as you open up the door to Yeonjun’s office is a loud, angry hiss.

The tabby coloured cat hybrid’s ears are pinned to his head, the veins in his arms protruding from where he’s tightly gripping the back of the couch. You see his tail trashing wildly behind him, eyes narrowed into slits as he stares you down.

“Jimin?” You ask softly, hesitant to take another step into the room based on the less than friendly greeting you just received.

Yeonjun gives the small of your back a supportive push, urging you to move further into the office.

“You reek of dog.” Jimin growls, his nose scrunched up in disgust as you slowly inch closer.

A sudden movement from the couch startles you, the other cat hybrid appearing out of nowhere. He blinks at you sleepily as he sits up, his hair sticking out in every direction. You take a deep breath to try to calm your racing heart – he had been laying so still you didn’t even notice him until he moved.

The last time you saw Yoongi he was fully shifted, and you feel your cheeks flush as you take in the delicate features of his face. Jimin’s lips are a little plusher than his, but they’re such a pretty pink that you almost feel envious. His dark hair compliments his pale skin perfectly, and you realize what you thought was purely black fur last time, actually is a mixture of black and deep brown, the light in the office giving his hair and ears a golden glow.

Yoongi scans you up and down with a harsh look despite still being half asleep, and it reminds you a lot of what Namjoon did when you came to pick up the first pack.

He’s assessing you.

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Abundance (IV)

— summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don’t get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, turns out crazy is an understatement.

— pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader

— genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut

— word count: 6k

— tag list: @keijaycreates​ @xsmilebitesx​ @ditttiii​ @ayoo-bangtan​ @see3milyblog​ @faithsummers11​ @narcissism-iskey​ @sp3ak-yours3lf​ @cesthoney​ @imluckybitches​ @multifandomgirl29​ @moon-2seok​​ @bangtansleftnut​ @murderyoursoul​ @hd-junglebook​ @sweeneyblue1 @hear-me-growl​ @bubbletae7​ @wxnterbears​ @crazed-abstractionists​ @serious-addiction​ @lorielulu7​ @spiritrosegaby​ @1am9root6​ @bubbletaetaesstuff​ @thebluecupcakequeen​ @littlewolfieposts​ @sana-b​ @novastarpie​ @jiminsangelqueen @diamonddia-mond​ @shortpeoplematter​ @myhearttteu​ @jiminot7​ @rosiethefairy​ @m0chilattae​ @lovinggalaxies​ @anothershorthuman​ @trinityautumn​ @delightfulknightpeachweasel​ @just-a-little-teapot13 @midnight1199​ @fearhoshi​ @ess-place @hoseokslefteyebrow​ @dinorahrodriguez​ Part: I / II / III / V / VI / VIII / IX / X / XI / Find the rest of the chapters here!

You can’t help but gape at the two giants in front of you.

When you met the two hybrids in their animal form, you never expected that they would be two tall, broad-shouldered and muscular men. Maybe it was a little wrong of you to just assume that they would be tiny in their human forms as well, but you couldn’t picture them as anything else when you tried. Obviously, by looking at the sight in front of you – you were very wrong.

Brown bunny ears suddenly rise straight up in alarm as the hybrid notices your presence in the room. His nose twitches rapidly, eyes growing wide as he finally places the weird smell that entered the room with you.

Predator.

He makes a choked sound, backing up until he collides with the other hybrid’s back. The other man spins around at the sound of his packmate’s distress, arms quickly pushing the bunny hybrid behind his back. The hamster hybrid fixes you with a hard glare, nostrils flaring as he inhales the same scent.

Yeonjun hurries into the room, placing himself between you and the two hybrids.

“As you saw the first time you visited, we keep predator and prey hybrids separate. Even though they’re more human than animal, there are still strong instincts in their genetic code that aren’t always so easy to fight against, no matter how much the human part wishes to.” Yeonjun explains to you slowly, eyes trained on the two hybrids as he tries to lessen the tense atmosphere.

“When it comes to prey hybrids, one of their strongest instincts is fight or flight. We try to limit their exposure to predator hybrids as much as possible to not trigger any unnecessary stress – that’s why Jeongguk is reacting so strongly to your scent. His instincts are telling him that that he’s in danger, and to run and hide.”

You swallow hard, throat dry and uncomfortable at the revelation that you’re making the bunny hybrid terrified. If you knew it would upset him so much, you would have never let the boys scent you before you left.

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FELIX LALALALA @ mbc music festival

skz + arguments & forgiveness

warnings: angst, tears are definitely shed

notes: i want to say really quick that not all of these scenarios are fluffy. Some of them are a little more rough - because I don't genuinely think all of the boys would get super upset or drop to their knees in anguish so I wrote how i see fit. Jtlyk. :)

request: Would you be okay writing something a little angsty fluffy? just a bit? like you've argued with your boyfriend and he left knowing you both could say something hurtful in the heat of the moment. but you were asleep when they came back. when they held you tho, they heard you talk in your sleep, saying something like "please don't break my heart". and they knew you were scared of it happening because of a past relationship. how would they react?

Chan:

"I'm not him..."

He's deeply hurt by the argument you two had the night prior, hence him leaving because he didn't want to say or hear anything that could hurt someone's feelings. And he's a little more hurt that he'd come back to you crying in your sleep begging for him to come back.

He would never leave you that way. He wanted to give you space.

Absolutely the easiest to talk to about your worries. He knows you've struggled with past relationships and wants your relationship with him to be very open and honest. He doesn't like to dwell on things.

Takes off the following day just to spend time with you and figure things out.

Minho:

"You were being... irrational."

He doesn't like being compared to your ex-boyfriend and he wants you to know that, so he makes it known very clearly through a small bout of anger the morning he returns. He gives you time to wake up but immediately goes into discussing it all.

He's not a fan of arguing but he's also not one to back down because of your hurt feelings. You need to understand he isn't your ex.

He calms down after a bit of space, then spends a good amount of time cuddling with you and ordering dinner. Overall - He's not super duper great at being mushy with his feelings but he does take yours into consideration - as long as you do the same with his.

Changbin:

"I'm not going to do that to you."

He wishes you'd know that by now - He isn't him. Never will be. (He's Seo Changbin after all jfc he's a God bro.)

He's still upset from the argument but he's understanding with both sides, willing to sit and listen and talk through it with you.

He does tell you about what he heard you say in your sleep and when you reel back out of embarrassment, he only further reiterates that he's not going anywhere anytime soon unless you specifically tell him to.

He's going to dwell on it a bit. It hurts to see you hurt.

Hyunjin:

"So are we going to talk about it or what?"

Probably the most bitter out of all 8. He's the same as Minho - He doesn't like being compared to your ex-boyfriend and he hates that you think he might ditch you as well.

But instead of talking it out, he takes you out the next day and makes it the best fucking date known to mankind. He's going to prove he's better.

It's mostly to fuel his ego.

He doesn't bring it up - what he heard you sadly murmuring in your sleep the night prior. He keeps it to himself and decides if he needs to, he'll talk to you about it. But right now the day is about spoiling you and showing you that he's superior to that bastard who'd hurt you in the past.

Jisung:

"Why were you..."

Shaking. Literally so scared to talk to you about it, not wanting to risk another argument. He's a grown man but he's also on the non-confrontational side (unless it's about falling in love) so he's sitting there with his leg bouncing as he faces you across the table.

Brings it up, not wanting to hurt anymore. He doesn't want to sit and wallow in the idea that you think he's the same way as him. When you nearly burst into tears at the idea that Jisung thinks so lowly of himself, he moves to your side and hugs onto you.

You spend so many hours talking things out, him wanting to make sure you were okay after the argument and you reiterating that you didn't think he was your ex in any way.

It's a hard day. You give each other some space after that but ultimately come back together to cuddle before falling asleep, both of you needing it.

Felix:

"Oh my God..."

He's crying the second he hears it.

He can't get over it, and he probably won't ever fully. He keeps his arm wound tight over you as he snuggles in from behind, body wracking with sobs that you don't wake up to.

He won't sleep either. He feels awful from the argument on it's own - but the thought of you being so scared that he was going to leave you because of your previous relationship hurt him so badly. It wasn't your fault and he knew that, he understood where you were coming from, he was just so scared and worried.

He promises to make it a point within the following weeks that he's there to stay. Little gifts here and there, texting more often, listening better.

Seungmin:

"We need to figure this out."

Isn't really sure how to feel. He sits in silence the next morning, eating breakfast with you before you start the conversation. Discussing the argument is easy - you're both regretful and agree to not let it get to that level again. Neither of you aim to hurt each other and Seungmin can be mean.

He sits with his lip between his teeth and his hands tucked between his thighs in an antsy manner. He's usually not so anxious.

He's unsure of how to even bring it up, so he doesn't. He keeps what he heard to himself because what if it starts something again? And it's a bit embarrassing - isn't it? So he keeps his mouth shut.

Spends the rest of the day lingering around, helping you cook as best he can (not.. very well, actually) and trying to offer some form of comfort to you without invading your space too soon.

Jeongin:

"Jagi, I--"

Another one in tears. He's so scared.

You're his first real relationship and he needs to make sure you feel secure dating him, but it feels like you don't if you're thinking things like that.

He asks you right away if that's how you feel, waking you up and sitting back on the bed to ask in the smallest voice he can. He needs to know - He can't wait.

He feels a bit better when you reassure that it was only a dream, that you didn't actually think he was going to abandon you or give up on you over one argument. It was heated, you both knew it wasn't good - but things happen, couples argue, and they make up. It was a learning curve for the both of you.