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GALVANO ; the first war.

pairing ; winter soldier!40s!taehyung x reader (gender-neutral)

chapter summary ; falling in love with kim taehyung was surely a pleasant surprise, but never had you imagined your tiny friend, jungkook, to become the world’s first superhero.

words ; 19.3k

themes ; marvel au, superhero au, winter soldier au, 40s au, scifi, action, romance, angst, fluff, slowburn, drama

warnings / includes ; war/violence/death, mentions of n*zis, cursing, lots of angst ;-; i’m so sorry, jungkook is captain america in this fic and he’s a dumb fuck just like steve !!, this is a tae fic but jungkook is in it more i hate it here, irene is super cool, oc can’t catch a break honestly

a/n ; this chapter follows the movie captain america: the first avenger! upcoming chapters will follow the general mcu timeline !! this is also for @ficscafe​’s trope event, using trope number seven :D

series masterlist. series playlist. bucky barnes version.

The city streets smelled of smoke, heavy in your lungs and stinging in your eyes. It didn’t help that a car blew its gaseous exhaust into your face as it sped down the damp road, leaving you to turn over with a grimace while waving your hand over your face. Amidst your discomfort, there came the clattering of trash cans in the dark alleyway behind you, followed by a groan of pain.

Now, your ma always told you to stray away from danger. Keep your eyes straight and your feet marching along, she used to say with a stern tone.

You always had a hard time following directions.

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Prelude | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: angst, fluff, comfort, non-Idol!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: mentions of a break-up, mentions of loneliness

Word Count: 1.9k

Disclaimers: None other than obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: You're all alone in your new city, save for the handsome man you keep seeing around your neighborhood, and the mysterious pianist who lives upstairs.

A/N: I wrote this back in November and then just let it sit for a while, thinking I might add more. But now I think I like it as a short one-shot, so here it is, in time for Yoongi's b-day! The inspiration came from this tweet:

Tell me hoooooooooooow I wrote a letter to the pianist upstairs and said how much I love hearing them play and they came downstairs to thank me ONLY TO FIND OUT IT WAS THE CUTE DUDE I KEEP BUMPING INTO?!?!

Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

Masterlist 💜 Find me on AO3 💜

It's your third night in your new apartment when you hear it.

Hushed at first, then gradually growing louder as the song crescendos–someone is playing the piano. The music swirls around you, and you sit up in your bed, the book you were reading resting on your lap as you crane your neck to better hear the enchanting melody drifting down through the ceiling above.

It happens again the next evening. And the one after that. Almost nightly, you find yourself the unwitting audience for a performance from the pianist who lives upstairs. You can't help but wonder if that was the reason the previous tenant was so eager to break their lease, allowing you to move in sooner than you'd originally planned. Most people might not enjoy a near daily private concert.

You aren't most people.

It's never the same song twice. One night, it's a buoyant contemporary piece that you identify as the theme song to a prestigious arthouse film. The next, it's a mournful classical solo that has you nearly weeping into your dinner. Your mystery performer's talent and range astound you, and you feel fortunate to hear every note.

Maybe it's a good omen. A sign that you've made the right decision coming here to the big city, striking a tiny chord of hope within you that there may be more amazing discoveries just waiting to be found.

A month after you've moved in, you are still finding your way around. You've taken to wandering the streets on early morning walks, trying to orient yourself better. Earbuds replace the hustle and bustle of the city with the soothing sounds of classical music, a new interest that you directly link to your unseen neighbor's recitals. Each day, you watch the sun rise over your new hometown to the stirring strings of a symphony, letting the orchestra carry you away.

As much as you like your new place, you're rather lonely. Your coworkers at your new job are nice, but most live outside the city and don't stick around after hours, commuting home to their families as soon as the work day ends. The only person you know here is your boyfriend, but he's so busy that you've only seen him a handful of times. The two of you had been doing the long-distance thing for over a year, and while your job is what lured you here, he is the reason you ultimately decided to accept the position.

A new movement begins, a minuet that has you stepping quickly in time with the music. Humming along under your breath, you round a corner, heading back to your apartment, and promptly collide with something. No, someone. A minty-haired man, not much taller than you, slender, with the loveliest dark eyes you've ever seen.

And the most intimidating scowl that makes you immediately apologize.

"I'm so sorry!" you gasp, as the man releases his tight grip on your arms. One glance at your fretful expression and his face relaxes. He almost looks sleepy now as he peers at you, and you try not to stare, awestruck by how gorgeous he is.

"S'alright," he mumbles, "no worries. Wasn't watching where I was going, sorry." The corner of his mouth twitches as he gives you the tiniest of smiles, but it's enough to ease your mind. "Have a good day, ok?" he calls over his shoulder as he passes by, and you smile too late at his retreating figure before shaking yourself and heading on your way.

You see him again a few weeks later, queuing in line at this little coffee shop you'd discovered a few blocks from your place. It's sandwiched between a dry cleaner and a bank, easily overlooked in a city where the big chains are located on every other corner. He's ahead of you, and when he turns to leave, he spots you and inclines his head, lips curling slightly in recognition. You nod back.

He's at the diner where you eat your lunches on the weekend, sitting in the window, watching the crowds roll by. He's at the basement bookstore where you load your basket with more books than a person could possibly need. You notice him all over your neighborhood, that pretty hair catching your eye like a beacon, reminding you of spring and new beginnings, and every time there is a nod or little smile offered, you accept each one eagerly.

He's technically a stranger, but the gesture still makes you feel seen. A little less alone.

"You're breaking up with me?"

You don't mean to yell the words, but you're caught by surprise. When you'd answered the phone, you’d expected to hear a lame explanation from your boyfriend as to why he was over an hour late to pick you up - traffic was awful (it was always awful in this city), or he had to stay late to close that big sale (he was always working late), or any one of the other million flimsy excuses he seemed to rotate through lately.

But you hadn't expected him to break your heart.

You beg him to reconsider, but he ignores your pleas, telling you that it's been over between you for a long time, that it was so evident to him long before you'd moved here. But it wasn't evident to you. Lying on your bed as you bawl into your phone, you don't notice when the music above you stops, the peppy, upbeat composition breaking off mid-note.

"I just don't understand. I love you! I thought you loved me! But you couldn't even break up with me in person? After all we've been through?" you howl, nearly beside yourself with despair. More words flow from your boyfriend's mouth, but you don't hear any of them as you try and fail to understand. It's several minutes before you realize that he said goodbye one last time.

The room fills with the sound of you sobbing your heart out.

And then the piano begins again. It's not the same bubbly tune from earlier. Softly, tender notes fall like gentle rain, cascading down upon you. Your tears slowly subside, and you inhale a shuddery breath as you focus on the melody. Thanks to your morning walks, you recognize this one. Arabesque No. 1, by Debussy. It's your favorite of his works, even more cherished than the much-loved Clair de Lune.

The pianist upstairs has no way of knowing that it's your favorite, but you can't help but feel like they do. Like they're playing it just for you. Tonight, you're not the audience by default, but by choice. Their choice.

Your breathing begins to even as you lie on top of your blankets, listening intently. You are wrung out, exhausted, but cannot help but lose yourself in rhapsody. The pianist plays so delicately, almost lovingly, and you imagine their fingers dancing lithely over the keys as your eyes flutter shut, the peaceful sonata lulling you to sleep.

Weeks pass. The performances go on. And slowly but surely, you begin to heal.

Hindsight is perfectly clear, of course. Looking back, you see that the distance between you and your ex was more than just physical. And it really was obvious. Just as obvious as the fact that you are now completely alone.

Yet that tiny chord of hope still rings within you, sustained by the music floating from above. Day by day, week by week, you keep moving forward, putting your ex behind you as you truly start anew.

You make friends with another recent hire at work who lives just a subway stop away. A neighbor down the hall introduces herself in the elevator, and by the time you've reached the lobby, you've been invited to her weekly book club. The man with the light green hair is still hanging around your periphery, a few casually exchanged hellos encouraging you enough to ponder asking him to coffee someday-not today, but someday.

The chord swells. It's no longer just a few notes. It becomes a measure, a verse. A song.

And you realize it all started with the first strike of the piano above.

Though you have no idea who lives upstairs, you decide that they should know how much you appreciate them. You need them to know. So, you dig out some old stationery buried deep in your desk, and you write them a letter.

Unsure of what to say at first, you start by thanking them for their captivating performances, stating how lucky you are to have moved in so close to such a talented musician. Before you know it, you've told them how their music has given you hope when you needed it the most. Anonymity emboldens you, allowing you to spill your heart without fear of being too earnest, too vulnerable.

Once it's finished and you've signed it "your neighbor," you trek upstairs and slip it under their door before you can lose your nerve.

The next morning, there is a rap at your door.

You peek through the peephole and draw back in disbelief. It's the handsome minty-haired man from all your favorite neighborhood haunts. Why is he here?

"Can I help you?" you call out.

"Uh, yeah," he replies, his low, rich voice surprising you. "You wrote this letter, right?" He holds up a piece of paper, which you immediately identify as your stationery.

You open the door so quickly, he jumps in alarm.

"You," he breathes, as recognition sweeps over him. "I didn't know you lived here."

"You live upstairs?" you ask timidly. His dark eyes examine you from beneath his shaggy hair. Long fingers clutch your letter, and you can't help but stare at them, thinking about how they must look as they caress the keys of his piano.

"Yeah. Hi. I'm Yoongi," he introduces himself.

You give your name, then pause. "So... how did you know I wrote that?"

"Process of elimination. No one has moved in on my floor in over a year. And little old Ms. Choi above me has told me multiple times that she turns her hearing aids off at night, so she can enjoy some peace and quiet," he informs you, flashing a smile that is all gums and rather endearing. “She says she means that to be encouraging, that I can play as loud as I want.”

Not knowing how to respond, you remain silent.

"I just wanted to thank you," he declares, glancing at the letter. "The things you said about how I play... how it made you feel...." He turns his gaze on you, regarding you carefully before he finishes his thought. "I, uh, don't get a lot of opportunities to perform for any audiences. So to know there's someone listening, and actually enjoying my playing, is amazing." He laughs, a shy chuckle that pleases your ear as much as any sonata he's ever played. "It made me feel seen. Or I guess heard. Damn, I don't know if I'm making any sense. Do you know what I mean?" His expression is so earnest that you feel your heart seize up.

You nod. You absolutely understand.

That gummy smile returns.

"Anyway, I wanted to let you know how much I appreciated it." He rubs the back of his neck, looking down. "Maybe some time, I could play for you? In person, I mean. Not through the walls."

"Okay," you answer, not hesitating, making his head snap up. He grins, and you can't help but do the same. "But do you want to start with coffee first? I know a great little place."

© 2022-23 by sunshinerainbowsbts/minisugakoobies. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

Aberrant [KTH]

Aberrant [Taehyung x Reader]

ab·er·rant / adjective: departing from an accepted standard // diverging from the normal type.

⟶ Credit: @kimtaehyunq​ ⟶ Genre: Fluff | Smut | 21+ | Hybrid AU | One Shot ⟶ Warnings: strangers to lovers, explicit, yearning, flirtations, cute stuff, mentions of alcohol, minor violence, curse words are used, tae is a gentleman, fingering, blow job, choking kink, hair and tail pulling kink, nipple play, taehyung tummy mentioned a few times bc im a hooch for it, creaming of the pants, scents, playfulness, condomless sex, pull-out king, etc ⟶ WC: 23k+ ⟶ Summary: Meeting a handsome and rare fox hybrid was the last thing you had expected in a world of coexisting hybrids. What you also hadn’t expected was how this fox found a liking to you, showed up randomly at places where you were and next thing you knew - you were falling, hard, for the man. ⟶ Teaser: “How could I not?” Taehyung took you back into his arms and nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck to hide his minor embarrassment, kissed at the small red imprints left behind. “That… that was so hot. And you taste so fuckin’ good, Y/n.” ⟶ Beta Reader: Thank you for helping me with editing; to @yeojaa​, @out-of-jams​, and @spicykoreantatertots​. I deeply appreciate your hard work on correcting any of my grammar errors. This fic is very important to me and I cannot express how much it means to me that you guys helped me out. ⟶ Author’s note: 🍁 This fic is apart of The Hybrid Collab hosted by @jeonggukkiepabo​! This is the longest one shot I have made, and the story kept going! I thoroughly enjoyed every moment I contributed towards writing this thick boy of a fic.  

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golden arrows

the god Apollo is dared to seduce the first mortal his eyes set upon without revealing his identity, so changing his appearance slightly and taking the name of Hoseok, he crosses paths with you. but as it happens, the only man you say you’d ever lie with is Apollo… also, you’re on a quest to steal his golden arrows.

♔ PAIRING: apollo!hoseok x mortal!reader

♔ GENRE: greek mythology, historical & bet au, adventure, fluff, humour

♔ WORD COUNT: 9.6k

♔ WARNINGS: religion themes, drinking, swearing, period-typical sexism, animal hunting&sacrifice, nudity, kissing, mentions of non-consensual sex and non-related incest, sex happens but no smut soz, murder

♔ BETA: @yoonoclock <3 thank you so much again !!

♔ AUTHOR’S NOTE: nvm the fic can we appreciate the banner bc i kinda served with it. no but this has been in my wips for almost as long as i’ve had this blog so i’m v excited for you guys to read it :D

Heroic Age

Sing to me, ‘o muse, the song of a priestess who was loved by a god willing to forgive her wicked crime.

It was a peaceful night on OLYMPUS, the home of the gods, where everyone had gone to sleep hours ago under a black sky dusted with stars.

Everyone save Apollo, Hermes, and Dionysus, who refused to be parted with their jug of wine that refilled on its own so the party should never end. So much of it had they consumed, though, that even the god of the drink had come to neglect his cup, slumping over the table while his half-brothers slouched on their chairs.

But what they were yet to lose was their sense of humour, as they teased each other about their tragic love lives. Now, it was Apollo’s turn to be taken the piss out of.

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cold days/warm embraces

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: established relationship au, comfort, fluff, romance, oc has a cold and hobi takes care of them

warnings: well, oc is sick and dramatic

word count: 1.5k

a/n: ok so I’ve been very very sick these past few days and imagined the million ways Hobi would take care of his partner if they we’re sick, enjoy this fever induced drabble kekeke

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This fucking sucks.

You’re lying in bed in a fetal position, hair in a tousled bun that’s barely hanging on while you clutch the soft satin covers in your tiny feeble hands.

You’ve been here for two days, barely managing to get out of bed to shower and brush your teeth. They said the cold season was harsh this year, they were right. If you were a little skeptical before, well you’re not anymore.

You feel like the pressure in your sinuses is so intense your head might explode at any moment.

But that’s not the worst. No, oh no.

The worst is the fact that you cannot. Stop. Sniffling.

So you lay in bed, whining and moaning about life and the harsh reality you find yourself in, sniffling harshly as you let a few drops of salty water slip past your tear ducts.

You may be a tad bit dramatic. You’re allowed to, this fucking sucks.

You throw another tissue in the garbage bin and lament weakly as you do so, bringing the covers up to your ears in a barely logical attempt to hide from the world.

That’s when you hear the front door open, the familiar creaking sound bringing you instant comfort.

“Kitten?”

You can make out the sound of a bag hitting the hardwood floor and the shuffling of winter clothes.

You reply with a quite frankly pitiful moan, that’s really the best you can do considering your current state.

There’s footsteps coming closer to the bedroom and you curl onto yourself even more, peeking out of the warm covers to glance at your boyfriend.

“Oh baby,” He coos, dropping onto the bed and sliding under the covers. He brings you flush against his chest and drops a soft peck onto your head of messy hair.

“Hobi,” You whine feebly.

He squeezes your delicate frame. “You’re not feeling any better than this morning are you?”

You pleadingly look into his dark brown orbs.

“No-“ You break out into a tiny cough.

He shushes you. “My poor kitten,” Another kiss is laid upon your head. “Don’t try to talk ok?”

You nod, curling into his loving embrace. It’s warm and comforting, just like him.

“Did you eat today? Have you showered?”

You shake your head no, intent on following his advice. You don’t need another fit of cough, you’re not sure your poor head could handle it.

“Can you get up and shower for me baby? You’ll feel better. I’ll make soup for you, your favorite.”

You clutch the front of his shirt, you don’t want to get out of his strong embrace. It’s bearable like this, as long as you’re in the hold of the strongest arms in the whole world.

But reality kicks in and your nose starts dripping against Hoseok’s shirt, much to your horror.

You push against his chest to the best of your abilities which earns you a cock of his eyebrows.

“Tissues,”

Hoseok breaks out into a fit of laughter and gives you a tissue while you glare menacingly at him.

Well you try to, because damn if that laugh isn’t the most beautiful sound in the entire world. Even your favorite songs cannot begin to compare to the melodious yet unhinged sound.

You dump the used material in the bin and turn towards your lover again, making grabby hands as you look into his laugh-crinkled eyes.

Hoseok coos softly before enveloping you once again in his tender embrace and you settle there.

It feels like a warm summer day, when you’ve stayed in the sun for hours and your skin feels hot and pliant. You can almost smell the warm air and coconut sunscreen if you close your eyes and inhale deeply.

But you can’t inhale deeply because your nose is stuffed and you let out a plaintive whine.

“Kitten..” Hoseok presses his tender lips on your rosy cheek. “Can you get up?”

“Maybe,” You croak out.

He caresses your tousled hair with his long slender fingers. “I’ll help you.”

And that’s how you find yourself in the shower for at least half an hour if not more, sitting on a little built-in bench as warm water soothingly trickles down your body. Your nose even manages to clear for a few minutes, and god, you really took inhaling through both nostrils for granted.

Never again.

You leisurely get out and Hoseok enters the bathroom with a fond smile on his face as he hears the sound of water stop.

You make to grab a towel but a dainty hand stops you halfway there.

“Let me,”

Your boyfriend thoroughly but gently dries you off, and you can’t help but blush. Yes, he’s seen you naked more times than you can count, and yes he’s seen you worse off, even held your hair a few times as you threw up after nights out.

This feels different though.

You don’t mind one bit.

He dries the excess water from your hair with a towel and wraps a soft cotton robe around you, helping you with both sleeves and tying it around your waist.

Then, he delicately brushes your hair, making sure not to hurt you in the process, and proceeds to blow dry it carefully, tickling you here and there as he does so to distract you.

And it works, you try to wriggle out of his embrace but he continues his merciless attack, dropping kisses on each side of your neck as he tickles your weakest spots.

You know the perfect remedy to a cold now, it's Jung Hoseok.

“Thank you..” Your voice comes out as a hoarse squeak.

The smile you get is absolutely blinding, so much so that you fear losing balance and tumbling down on the floor considering your weakened state. But the strong arm around your waist steadies you and you take a few tentative steps all the way up to your bedroom, Hoseok not leaving your side, not even for a second.

You notice that the bed is clean and made when you throw the covers aside to slip in. And when you do, the fresh smell of clean sheets embraces you in a comforting wave of jasmine and lavender haze.

You cocoon yourself and inhale as much as you can, almost purring at the sensations enveloping your senses.

You try to protest when Hoseok leaves the room but are soon filled with love and tenderness when he comes back just as quickly with a hot bowl of soup that he drops on the nightstand closest to your still form.

He pats your now clean locks tenderly before sitting on the bed and bringing you up in a sitting position, your back against his firm chest. “Try to eat a little bit please,” He murmurs soothingly.

And how could you say no to that.

Also, since you’re out of your lethargic daze, you do feel quite a bit hungry.

So you slurp loudly on the homemade soup, basking in the feeling of warmth engulfing you as you do so. And Hoseok keeps caressing your hair in a soft manner, watching you eat without saying a word.

Even though you’re sick and very dramatic about it, you feel so fucking grateful. So grateful to have such a kind and caring soul with whom you share a life with. The most honest and beautiful man, who takes care of you when you’re sick or tired without complaining, not even once. Who changes the sheets and prepares you soup while you whine and moan about having to take a shower

Hoseok gently takes the bowl from your hand and places it nearby while you slump down against him, satiated and very sleepy.

Your next words are slurred and barely audible. “I don’t deserve you, thank you..”

Hoseoke chuckles fondly and shuffles the both of you so you lay down on the bed, his front still pressed against you in a perfect spoon-like embrace.

“I don’t deserve you, you little baby.”

You nuzzle his wrist and quietly purr. You haven’t felt this content since you woke up this morning.

“Nu-uh, I don’t.” You weakly protest.

You can almost feel your boyfriend rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

“Do you really wanna argue about this now?” He giggles quietly.

You ponder on it a bit, a pout slowly forming on your red slightly chapped lips. “No, I’m tired..”

You feel the soft press of lips against the back of your head and wiggle further into Hoseok’s warm embrace.

“Do you want to sleep?” He murmurs against you.

Your pout deepens.

“Do I really have to?”

Another fit of carillon-like chortles.

“You do baby.”

“Ok then.” You sigh dramatically. “But stay here, please?”

Hoseok nuzzles closer before whispering tenderly,

“Of course, big baby. I took tomorrow off too. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You slap his arm. “Who ‘you calling a big baby?”

“You, big baby,” He teases before swinging his leg above you and hooking it around your own pair of legs.

You huff out in feigned annoyance but still lay a delicate kiss on his inner wrist. “Big baby wants to sleep now.”

“Good, then sleep Kitten.”

feral - jhs (m)

pairing: hoseok/reader

rating: NSFW (18+)

genre: SMUT, pretty much PWP, supernatural creatures! au, wolf!seokjin

words: 4.1k (roughly)

desc.: hoseok, the asshole, wasn’t answering any of your calls or texts. as his best friend, it was your duty to go and check on him. little did you know, he had a VERY good reason for not answering.

warnings: dirty talk, heat/rut sex, unprotected sex, oral, breeding/impregnation kink (??), mating, dom!hoseok (??), knotting, yeah uhh lots of filth wow. also at the first, it might seem kind of like dub con, BUT the mc DOES consent when they actually start to get it on lmao. 

notes: this isn’t my best work, but i hope the anon who requested this is satisfied! 

“You’re not as innocent as you pretend to be, Y/N. I can tell what goes on in that head of yours.“ Hoseok’s low tone sent a shiver down your spine. You took a step back, breath hitching at the next words that fell from his lips.

“You make it so obvious, is that intentional? Do you not even attempt to hide your desire for me?”

Hoseok took a long stride forward.

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hide away | pjm

title: hide away

author: lavienjin

p: jimin x f!reader

wc: 1.4k

genre/au/rating: 18+ | pwp, f2l? | smut drabble

warnings/tropes: pwp, fingering (f!receiving), one orgasm (wow!), secret lovers

a/n: hi i'm back (sort of)! more fics soon? idk how to write on tumblr anymore tbh lmfao

m.list | ao3

"We heard a disturbance."

You tighten your grip on your nightgown closer to your chest. You flash your bodyguard the most dazzling smile.

"Nonsense! I just… stubbed my foot on the edge of the bed. That's probably what you've heard." The lies come easily to you now. You don't have to think so hard.

"Are you sure?" The bodyguard asks as he tries to peer into the darkness of your chambers.

You squeeze him away from the doorframe. "Yep," you grunt, as you try to shove the six-foot tall man away from the door. "Nothing to see here. Just me. Alone in my room."

Suspicion crosses his eyebrows as he looks down and searches your face, but after a tense second, he sighs; defeated. You can't help but feel a pang of pity. This one is clearly new and just trying to do his job. You wonder when your father fired the other one, but you can't bring yourself to care.

Not when there's someone waiting for you, hidden in the shadows of your room.

"All right. I'll be standing outside if you need anything."

"Certainly," you say, trying not to sound too relieved. "Good night then."

As soon as the door closes, Jimin reappears on your bed, shirtless except for the handsome smirk that decorates his porcelain face. You wasted no time before diving back in to continue where you left off, and he wasted none either as he swallows your faint giggles in a heated kiss.

"That was close," your mystery companion whispered in between breaths, before diving back into your neck, leaving faint trails of his visits behind.

"Ooh," you moan. "Y-Yeah," is your faint reply to his keen observation.

Your paramour perks up just before reaching the tops of your breasts. He trails a slender finger between the mounds, a feline smirk dancing upon his lips. "My, how strange it was to hear my good girl lie."

You pout, resisting the trembling of your legs as he swipes a thumb over your clothed nipple. "Would you rather get kicked out?"

A soft laughter. "No," he whispers, followed by deft hands unfurling your nightgown to reveal your chest. "And I definitely don't want the princess of our college to have an increase in bodyguards. It's hard enough for me to climb into your room without being noticed."

You prop yourself up, suddenly curious. "You've never told me how it is you manage to get up here unnoticed."

His hand stops just above the waistband of your panties. Jimin's pointer finger draws circles on your skin; his telltale smirk reappearing, and this time accompanied by a quirk of his brow. "Do you want me to spend the rest of my night recounting my every dashing move or would you rather be satisfied?"

"Oh?" It's your turn with the smirk and quirk brow combo. "I thought the great Jimin is able to multitask?"

Jimin sighs, playfully rolling his eyes, before tugging your panties away, revealing the soft wetness underneath. His pointer and middle fingers draw circles around your folds, and as you begin to get lost in the sensation, he starts to speak: "Your father's guards are on rotation and there's always a minute or two gap where no one is watching the house."

"Hmmm…" you answer distractedly, falling back down on the pillows.

He continues despite your clearly ambivalent response. 

"All I have to do is clear the gate and climb up onto the roof by the trellis from the gardens. From there it's a matter of lying low and making sure the guards don't see me as I walk on top of the roof." Jimin talks so methodically as though he didn't just sink his pointer finger into your heat, teasing the entrance with shallow thrusts. 

Moans tumble out past your lips, which are quickly stuffed back into your throat as he presses his other hand over your mouth.

With half-lidded eyes, you watch his bemused expression. "Are you listening to me, baby?" he asks, a slight mock in his tone as he removes his hand.

You smile, eyes closing in ecstasy. "Uh-huh, guards, garden, roof… whatever." The last word comes out in a sigh, especially as Jimin joins his middle finger inside, this time moving deep and slow.

"Distracted baby," Jimin murmurs, shifting his stance so he sits on the bed. He pulls you in closer so that your ass lies on his lap.

You try to keep your moans in as he gradually moves faster, but it isn't long before the room is filled with your breathy "Jimin, Jimin, Jimin", accompanied by the sound of wetness as he begins to tug at the strings of your orgasm.

"Oh, baby," he mumbles, face straining slightly with effort, though his movements refuse to falter. "Gorgeous little thing."

"Haaa… please…" you cry as quietly as you could. "Need to cum…"

"Keep your eyes on me as you do."

You snap your eyes open as you feel the pull of your orgasm; that familiar tautness, like a coil about to break. "Gonna–"

Jimin adds a thumb to your pleasure, pushing tight circles on your clit. 

"Jimin– I'm close… I'm– ah!" You struggle to keep your eyes open as your orgasm shakes your body; overwhelmed by the seemingly never-ending waves of bliss.

You may have caught a glimpse of his irritating victory smirk, but you can't really focus any longer. Did you call his name? You can't be sure.

When you come to, his plush lips are on yours, capturing whatever residual moans that try to escape before it alerts the bodyguard outside.

He kisses your forehead as you begin to relax, and Jimin shifts your bodies so you lie on top of his chest.

Jimin settles into your bed, eyes closed as he pulls you into his arms. "Good?"

"Very," you mumble, eyes drooping close. No. You can't sleep yet. You've been dying to ask. "Jimin?"

He opens an eye to look at you. "Hm?"

Nervousness overcomes you. You look away when you ask, "When are we going to… y'know…" 

"Fuck?" he finishes your question after a few seconds of pause, with a smirk as you curl even deeper into his chest, avoiding his gaze altogether. "When you're ready," comes his soft voice and yet another kiss on the forehead.

"When will that be?" you mumble into his skin.

His reply comes swiftly. "When you can say the word 'fuck' without blushing."

"I can say it!" you grumble.

"Oh?" Jimin sits you up before he leans on his hand. He juts his chin towards you, as though giving you permission. "Okay then, Ms. Goody Two Shoes, let's hear it."

"F-" The word seems stuck in your throat. It's a simple word. Why do you find it so difficult to say? Jimin can say it just fine when he lets you please him. Oh god, he moans so nicely whenever you manage to take all of him into your mouth, and when he calls your name? Oh–

"There it is," Jimin sighs, breaking through your sinful thoughts. "You're not ready, darling." He scoops you back into his embrace. "I promise the wait will be worth it though. Now sleep. We have classes tomorrow, y'know."

Grumbling under your breath over the fact that you can't say that fu– darn word, you close your eyes. It turns out, sleep comes readily to you.

When you wake up the next morning, the only evidence that last night; and all the other nights that come before it, wasn't a dream lies in a note that rests where Jimin's warm body once laid. It's a normal occurrence; part of your deal, though you can't help but feel disappointed. It doesn't stop you from scouring the note, etching every swoop of cursive letter into your brain before you plop it into your nightstand drawer, where dozens of other identical looking notes lie.

When your maids come to help you get ready that morning, they're left wondering what's gotten you all giggly, but you keep the secret inside, not daring to breathe it to a single soul, just in case the illusion falls apart.

"One day I'll wake up next to you and I never have to leave in the dead at night. It's freezing. You're welcome. 

P.S. You look beautiful when you sleep, even if you drool on my chest. 

-J" 

saturn notes: holy fuck. i haven't written anything since february? not apologising! life has been busy with me starting a new job, meeting my friends + partner over the summer, etc. etc. tbh, i was a bit burnt out on writing and just needed a break. this is the first time i finished something in forever, so i hope you enjoy the messy, messy drabble. i got one collab to do and i'll feel free when i finish that! thanks for your patience 💗

will this be turned into a story? who knows~

A Kiss to Forever

→ summary: You’re only six years old when you meet Death himself. As you grow older with him faithfully by your side, you realize he should’ve taken you away then, years and years ago. Yet, he hadn’t. He had given you another chance to live. 

→ pairing/rating: yoongi x reader | PG-15

→ genre: 99.99% angst (and like 0.01% fluff if you squint) | grim reaper!au

→ warnings: profanity, death, alcohol, mentions of abuse, AGE GAP (he’s technically immortal so—)

→ wordcount: 13.6k

→ a/n: loosely inspired by the great emily dickinson’s “because i could not stop for death,” which makes me feel feels 😳

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547 Days Away | KSJ

"What am I going to do without you here?" "Live." or alternatively, Jin comforts you before he enlists.

→pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader

→genre: fluff, angst, hurt and comfort

→word count: 540

→author's note - we'll be okay army! I hope this brings you all some comfort as it did for me to write it!

"I'm going to miss you."

Today was the day.

The day you hoped would never come.

The day Seokjin would fulfill his duty and enlist in the military.

You both have been holding back tears all morning, but now a flood was flowing out of your eyes. You held onto him tightly in an embrace. You sniffled as he rubbed circles on your back.

"I'm going to miss you too." He says into your hair. Jin takes a deep breath of your natural scent. It always brings him comfort when he needs it most. When you sniffle again, he pulls away to kiss you softly.

He pulls away and looks into your eyes. "Hey, enough with the tears," He whispers as he wipes them away with his thumb. "You're not going to lose me. We can still communicate."

"I know," You say, "But you won't be here with me. What am I supposed to do while you are gone? What am I supposed to do without you here by my side?"

Seokjin smiles softly. He brings you in for another kiss. "Live."

"But how am I supposed to do that without you by my side for 18 months? 547 days?"

"You're strong." He says. "You be okay. Besides, I'm still going to be here, just like I always am. I may not be here physically in person, but I'm still here." He puts a hand on your heart. "My home." You sniffle again as you nod. "And the others will be here too. We are not going away at the same time so you won't be lonely. They will take care of you." He promises.

"I love you so much." He says as he brings you in for another hug.

"I love you too, Jinnie." You mumble into his chest.

"You'll be okay, my love." He reassures you. "You are so strong. Everything will be okay. You'll be okay." Seokjin reaches down to grab ahold of your chin and lifts it so he can see you. "Come on, baby, won't you let me see your beautiful smile?"

You chuckle slightly before giving him your best smile. He laughs. He cups your face with his hands and brushes more tears away. You instantly lean into his touch. Shouts are heard from the gates to the camp. Instructors are ordering the new recruits to say their final goodbyes.

You start to panic a bit as you realize that your remaining time with Jin is coming to a close. His eyes soften as your wide ones meet his. He softly shushes you as he brings you into another deep kiss. He pours everything he feels for you into the kiss. You feel all of your fears wash away as you melt into his arms. His lips chase yours when you move away. "I love you with everything that I am."

"I love you too, Seokjin."

With a couple of final parting words, you leave the safety of his arms. You let him go even though it pains you to see him walk away, but you know you'll be okay. You will listen to what he said and do the best that you can until he returns to you safe and sound.

You'll live.

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My Queen

“You were his Queen. And the world be damned if they didn’t acknowledge it.”

Summary: Seokjin had just returned to find his court and staff were not treating you how they should when he was gone. You were hurt, and his instincts were telling him to claim you and make sure you were unharmed. 

Pairing: Vampire King Jin x Human reader

Genre: soulmate, vampire au, smut, fluff, angst, established relationship

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: smut, biting, anger, mentions of death, mentions of injury, brother namjooon, blood drinking, mc has a kind of bad past, mentions of species genocide, mentions of murder, prejudice against species, pussy eating, Seokjin being unbelievably hungry/thirsty for mc, explicit smut, bruising, a little insecurity, jin just wanting to worship mc, 

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“Good morning, my Queen.”

A kiss was placed on your shoulder, traveling slowly up your neck and across your jaw before meeting your lips. You tried to pretend to be asleep for a little longer, not wanting to get out of bed, or leave the arms of your lover quiet yet.

“Darling, I know you’re awake.” His lips leave your jaw, moving back down until he finds your mate mark, in the juncture of your shoulder and neck. The small curved ‘J’ held within a silver crown sat upon your skin, the mark of your bond to him.

“No, I’m not.” You mumble, trying to snuggle even deeper into your pillows, tightening your grip on the covers.

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Growing pains

Summary: Growing up the daughter of the boss of a gang is never easy, but normally the problems are around being given too many responsibilities, or the risk of being connected to a gang leader, or wanting to escape but not being able to. But you’ve got a different problem, you want more responsibility, want to be like your brother who’s been named heir, want a role in the family gang. Your whole life you’ve been denied what you want, being born a female seemingly your main issue; perceived as weak, naïve, trying to step above your station. But as unsupportive and dismissive as your family is, there is always the bright light that is Jimin; the boy you love but can never have.

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genre: Unrequited love; brothers’ best friend; mafia au; fluff; angst

Word count: 15.6k

Warnings: Angsty feelings, unrequited feelings, Jimin uses the nickname Princess, there’s a ‘minor’ character death, blood, feelings of shock, misogyny, the story flicks between ages, there’s a five year age gap, I guess just lots of things you’d imagine from a gang/mafia fic but overall it’s also not that dark.

Authors Note: I know, I know, another gang fic, I just can’t help myself. I hope you enjoy this one :)

You can’t remember when you first met Park Jimin, can’t remember what the situation was or what your first feelings towards him were. He’s always been in your life. A constant figure. Your brothers best friend and confident.

For as long as you’ve lived and been conscious of the world, you’ve been in love with Jimin.

Maybe your feelings grew slowly, or maybe it was like a switch, one day waking up and realising that you like him a little more than the brother like figure he was supposed to be. You’re not sure, because whichever it was, it was so long ago that you’ve long forgotten. All you have ever known is the increase in heart rate when he’s near you, the flush of heat to your skin, the way your thoughts go haywire, and you don’t act quite right. It’s all you’ve ever known around him. Or at least all you can remember.

At the start maybe it was nerves, this dominant figure in your life, someone everyone around you feared, even despite his young age. But as you grew and got to know him, you realised he couldn’t hurt a fly. Well, he definitely could, in fact you know he had killed men before, but you at least knew he would never hurt you. And that brought on a whole other swath of problems.

Your brother’s best friend. Someone high up in the gang. Someone who kills people and does hideous acts calling it his job.

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power outage || myg || oneshot

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after getting in some comfy clothes for the night, you plopped down on the couch next to your boyfriend yoongi. smiling, he wrapped an arm around you and you took this as an invitation to scoot closer. you two had the weather on tv, but weren’t really paying attention. it wasn’t until you heard a huge roar of thunder that your grip on your boyfriend’s arm tightened. you were deathly afraid of bad whether like this; why now? your boyfriend squirmed out of your embrace and stood from the couch. “i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.” he told you, and took off down the hallway. you didnt want him to leave, however you sat silently as he disappeared down the hallway. you sat by yourself on the couch, squeezing a pillow tight in your arms. you decided to distract yourself and pay attention to the news until he got back. just as the woman on tv told the audience how a storm was coming in, she was cut off when the power went out.

you sat in the silence for a second; this was your biggest fear of all. you didn’t have your phone on you so you couldn’t use it’s flashlight feature. you slowly stood up and began reaching out in front of you for something; anything that could be used as a light.

“yoongi?” there was no answer. no noise. no nothing.

you suddenly remembered that your phone was sitting on the nightstand by your bed. you felt your way over to the hall, your eyes were wide open in hopes of seeing something.

you repeatedly whispered to yourself that everything was gonna be okay and that you were safe, but froze when you heard shuffling coming from the other end of the dark hallway. you stopped dead in your tracks and listened to the noises get closer. you couldn’t speak, you were so afraid of things that could be in the dark. your dread left you instantly when you realized your boyfriend was calling your name.

“oh my gosh, you scared the crap out of me.” you said as your voice returned to you, and you hugged your boyfriend. you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, hoping he wouldn’t realize your shaky tone. “i’m sorry baby, did i scare you? i was just grabbing a lighter so we could light some candles.”

“i called for you. why didn’t you answer me?”

he held you tighter. “im sorry, i didnt hear you.”

you both walked hand-in-hand back down the hallway into the living room so he could light some candles. you felt safe again once there was some light in the room. then you both walked to your room and lit some in there as well.

“hey (y/n) i should probably go, it’s getting late.” yoongi scratched the back of his neck. you always felt awkward at the idea of yoongi staying the night as the relationship was still quite new, but tonight showed you just how ridiculous that was.

he turned to walk back towards the living room, but you quickly chased after him as the candles from your room dimly lit hallway. you grabbed the back of his shirt, stopping him in his tracks. he turned with a confused look on his face and you just stared up at him, not really sure what to say. the lights in the hallway danced as they bounced off the bedroom door and ever so slightly onto his face. you hoped it wasn’t bright enough for him to notice your slight blush.

“please don’t leave me alone tonight.”

that was all he needed to hear. he smiled and picked you up and carried you back to your room, gently placing you on the bed. he got in the other side and wrapped his arms around you in a protective manner.

“dont think you were being sneaky, i saw you blushing just now.” he said with a smile and you hit his chest.

“i dont know what you’re talking about… it was dark.” you said and covered your face. he took your hands away from your face and wrapped them around his own form.

“i really love you, (y/n) you’re so cute.” he squeezed you tighter.

“i love you too.” you smiled against his chest.

after that the two of you dozed off, safely in each other’s embrace.

"Rest, I got you." | MYG

"I give up!" You say as you fall back into your desk chair while throwing your hands up in the air.

University classes are taking a toll on you. It's currently 1:30am and you are nowhere near done with your midterm essay despite starting at 6:00pm. You are tired and would love nothing more than to fall into your bed, surrounded by comfortable pillows, but alas you are stubborn and must get it done now.

"Why me~," You whine to the ceiling.

A deep chuckle answers you. You gasp and turn around, looking for the source of the sound. It's dark in your room besides the small desk lamp that does nothing to illuminate the rest of the space. Your eyes search the darkness for- there!

Min Yoongi.

The shadows melt away from his figure as he moves from the dark corner next to your bed. He is dressed in black pants, shoes, and a navy polo over top of a t-shirt. Despite the business-casual atmosphere of the outfit, he looks ravishing. Your heart flutters as you look him over, which he notices. He chuckles again as he reaches you. He tugs a piece of your hair and wraps it around his finger.

His eyes shine with mischief as they meet yours. "What is wrong, my love?"

"School," you reply. "I have been working on this midterm essay for my English class for seven hours, but the words just won't flow out of me." You tell him. In his presence, all tension leaves your body. He is your rock and protector, always comforting you.

He raises an eyebrow and glances over your shoulder at your laptop. "Is this essay really that serious to cause you to lose sleep?" He asks as he sends a small glare your way.

You pipe up at the underlying scrutiny in his voice. "It's worth 25% of my final grade," You say, "If I do not do well my grade will drop a whole letter."

"Your grade wouldn't matter if you are too tired to even function," He chides. "Really, Y/N? You haven't eaten anything but instant noodles all day." He clicks his tongue in annoyance. "That's not healthy for you."

"What do you know about being healthy?" You snap back. "You're not even human."

"Ah, maybe not, but I know more than any of you humans can imagine." He grins devilishly. He gathers you into his arms and carries you to your bed.

"What are you doing, Yoongi?" You ask him as he sets you down. "I need to finish the essay." You can easily get up and continue your work, but in his presence all worries melt away.

"No you do not," He responds as he tucks you into bed. "You forget love that I can control time. Since my arrival time has stood still," He gestures to the clock, which still reads 1:30am. "Therefore, you should rest." He places a delicate kiss on your forehead before settling next to you. "When you wake up, time will not have moved and then you can work on the essay."

"Hmm," you hum in response, already feeling his magic take ahold of you and bring you into a peaceful sleep.

You hear him chuckle again before he wraps his arms around you. Always protecting. "Rest, I got you," Are the last words you hear before sleep takes ahold of you.

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2022 Halloween Fanfiction Collection

Helllloo again!

Welcome everyone to Bangtan Fic Archive's 2022 spooky Halloween fanfiction collection!!!! We are thrilled to have this master post again! Once again spooky season has arrived and we all know what that means; spooky fanfictions!

This is a master post compiled of horror, supernatural, and fantasy content for your enjoyment! Check them out below and don't forget to give the author some love!

Enjoy!

BTS OT7

Spooked by @alpacaparkaseok →You + all 7 members of BTS visiting a haunted house. What could go wrong? | PG | fluff | horror | humor |

Kim Namjoon

Ensnared by @jamaisjoons →Dragged out by your friends the week before halloween, you hunt down the elusive slenderman. However, none of them know, he’s much closer to you than they think. | M | smut | horror |

Fear - You're My Tear by @springalwayscomes →Cursed and condemned, he couldn’t do anything else but take lives and souls away, killing them with their deepest fear. With her though, it didn’t seem to work. Was she even scared of something? | M | horror |

Kim Seokjin

The Chanting Man by @springalwayscomes →Stopping the car in the middle of a foggy road on Halloween’s night is creepy. Even a shadow standing in the middle of it is creepy, let alone if the shadow turns out to be incredibly beautiful, slides into your car humming a creepy tune and asks you to guide him home. | PG-13 | horror |

Little Red by @lily-blue →The classic story of a girl who pays a visit to her grandma in her red cloak with an itsy-bitsy twist in roles a.k.a. the big bad wolf isn’t that scary anymore. | PG-13 | angst | violence | horror |

In The Woods Somewhere by @7ndipity →A camping trip with your boyfriend takes an unsettling turn when you can't shake the feeling of being watched | PG-13 | angst | horror | violence |

Min Yoongi

The Hunt by @thedarkfactory →"Want To Know Why I Love Playing In The Dark?” | PG-13 | horror | angst |

Scarecrow by @bubmyg →You’re going to keep telling yourself (and Yoongi) that the maze is targeted towards literal children or the one where yoongi growls at a fake scarecrow. | PG | fluff | humor |

DreamCatcher by @jimlingss →When your dreams are more or less nightmares, monsters inside your head that eat you alive, it seems like the only person who can help you is Min Yoongi, professional dream chaser. | PG-13 | angst | horror | fluff |

What the Water Gave Us by @hobivore →What was supposed to be a quiet Tuesday night in the middle of a hectic week is ruined by the sudden arrival of a strange man. | M | angst | horror |

Jung Hoseok

"If This Movie Is Scary, I'm Breaking Up With You" by @joheun-saram →Hoseok loses a bet and now has to endure watching your favorite horror movie. | PG-13 | fluff | horror | humor |

Potions and Poisons by @jjungkookislife →Reviving your memories last Hallows Eve was just the beginning for you and your warlock husband. You’ve quite settled in nicely to your life as his wife and even found a town where you won’t have to fear for your lives. Everything just seems to be falling into place while you simmer in marital bliss. However, your magic still needs some fine tuning… | M | smut |

Park Jimin

Blessing and a Curse by @btsmosphere →You are the unlukiest person you know. Park Jimin seems to be the exception to the rule. But when strange dreams start haunting you, Jimin begins to piece together the events that have followed you your whole life… | PG-13 | fluff | angst | romance | humor |

The Cave Dweller by @girl8890 →It started out as a curiosity, then you met a being that took up your interest altogether. You’ve always been the type of person to comfort those who are lonely, you just didn’t expect your new found friend to be a cave monster. A monster that teaches you tricks of magic, and you eventually teach him your own dirty tricks. | M | smut | angst | horror |

Lovely Demons by @kpopfanfictrash →As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself. | M | smut | violence | angst | fluff |

Kim Taehyung

Visitation of a Lover by @flowesona →It just so happened that through death that they would be brought together. | PG-13 | angst | horror | violence |

Reset Character by @almostkoo →Oc gets dared by friends to spend the night in a supposedly “haunted” mansion that used to belong to a upcoming actor in the 70’s, Kim Taehyung, oc comes face to face with the spector himself and has questions about the broken veil. | PG-13 | angst | horror | fluff |

Jeon Jeongguk

What, Are You Scared? by @honeytae →You vowed a long time ago to stay away from scary movies… | PG-13 | fluff | horror | romance |

Virgin Sacrifice by @girl8890 →Since the day you were born, your parents prepared you for your sacrifice. The whole village knew, and with that everyone stayed away from you. Thinking even just looking at you would make the demon in waiting mad. The demon that has been praying on you since birth, but not for what you expected. | M | smut | horror |

Deal by @jeonstudios →What do you do when your teenage brother’s cancer is too far gone? well, you summon a cocky crossroad demon to make a deal; your life for Taehyung’s. | M | smut | angst | horror | violence | fluff |

House of Cards by @cyberdva →A vacation by the shore with a break from constant labor was all a young couple could dream of and when that time finally presented itself it was exactly what they pounced for. A tiny community on the edge of a coastline caught the attention of a young idol and his hidden lover, yet the all but homey atmosphere chipped away at an alarming rate past their arrival. Small happenings caught the eye of the sharp-witted woman, more and more occurrences kept shoving chilling encounters her way. Something was brewing and with the faith of next to no one it was in her hands to keep the life of her dearest at bay along with the force of a menacing spirit having ties to hundreds of myths, it might just be too late. Was it time for a final goodbye? | PG-13 | fluff | horror | angst |

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perihelion.

◇ hoseok x reader ◇ fluff | angst? | mythology!au ◇ 1.1k [1/1]

notes: something short and weird to get me back into writing! inspired by platinum hobi, because he’s cute and i’m fond 🥺

warnings: unedited. that’s all.

He comes to you at dawn.

His glow is faint, but unmistakable. Rich orange at first, he approaches slowly—deliberately—as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he moves too suddenly. He’s clad in silks of cream and gold, his face adorned with that breathtaking smile that he so often wears, and you reach out with gentle fingers to take his hand.

“Hoseok,” you murmur. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he breathes back, and his voice is soft and fond in a way that makes your heart feel too big for your chest. Slowly, he reaches upward, his free palm cradling your face as if you’re made of the most delicate porcelain. His thumb strokes along your temple, across your cheek, beneath your eye—and you sigh and lean into the comfort of his touch.

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It's here...

October 13th…

PARK JIMIN'S BIRTHDAY!

To celebrate our Jiminie's birthday, Bangtan Fic Archive has gathered some of our favorite Jimin fanfictions into a BIRTHDAY EXTRAVAGANZA MASTERLIST!

Featured are Park Jimin fanfictions from various genres and au's for your enjoyment. Check them out and don't forget to give the author's some love!

Enjoy!

🎂Taboo Attachment by @kpopisthereasonihavenolife

→Young innocence and an unhealthily stupid-lack of common sense lead to you accidentally summoning a demon on your 13th birthday. Somehow agreeing and forming some contract with the said demon, they disappear and so does your memory of it. 10 years later and finally financially stable enough to start college, you wake up with an ash-grey ring in your right ring finger. Despite your efforts, the ring will absolutely not come off. Now, all of a sudden your demon returns and apparently 13-year-old you got yourself engaged to this demon man. | PG-13 | fluff | violence | angst |

🎂 Lovely Demons by @kpopfanfictrash

→ As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself. | M | smut | fluff | angst | romance |

🎂 Beneath the Water by @jungshookz

→ His legs were sparkling. You looked up from his face slowly and towards his legs, your head tilting in confusion when you were met with the sight of… well, it certainly wasn’t a pair of legs. What the fuck? | PG-13 | fluff | angst | humor | violence |

🎂 Cry Me A Galaxy by @army-author

→ In the emergency room on Christmas Eve, a celestial being comes to answer your whispered prayer. | PG-13 | angst |

🎂 The Voice In My Head by @fresh-outta-jams

→ Soulmate AU | PG | fluff | angst |

🎂 Unorthodox by @chaoticneutralwriter

→ You can’t tell whether you’re fortunate or not to have a guardian demon who thinks it’s funny to go around looking like your idol crush BTS’ Park Jimin. Writing Prompt; Everyone has a guardian angel except you. You have a guardian demon. He deals with things in a much more violent fashion, but much more effective. | PG-13 | fluff | angst | horror | violence | romance |

🎂 Baby Bear by @an-exotic-writer

→ You look forward to coming home to your boyfriend in his human form. | G | fluff |

🎂 Blessing and a Curse by @btsmosphere

→ You are the unlukiest person you know. Park Jimin seems to be the exception to the rule. But when strange dreams start haunting you, Jimin begins to piece together the events that have followed you your whole life… | PG-13 | fluff | angst | romance | humor |

🎂 Countdown by @army-author

→ Your soulmate watch is set to go off on the same day that you meet BTS with your little sister… | PG | fluff |

🎂 Mon coeur T'appartient by @jiminspjm

→ "Just let me love you." | M | smut | romance | fluff | humor | violence |

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"In the Woods Somewhere"

Doppelganger Jin x Reader

Summary: A camping trip with your boyfriend takes an unsettling turn when you can't shake the feeling of being watched

Warnings: supernatural themes, swearing, slightly suggestive comments, brief violence, animal death, stalking? Lmk if I missed anything

A/N: partially inspired by the Hozier song of the same name

Spooktober m.list

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"You know, when you said camping, I thought you meant one of those cute little camper vans or something, not sleeping bags on the freezing ground" You said, panting as you and Jin made your way up the winding trail, finally reaching the campsite.

"Sweetheart, proper camping, in my mind, means a tent." He said, as you set down your supplies, giving you a kiss on the cheek. "And we won't be on the ground," he dug around in one of your packs before announcing, "I brought an air mattress!" He held it up, smiling proudly. He looked so cute, you caved immediately.

"Fine, let's just everything set up before we get eaten by some bears." You teased.

It started as the two of you were setting up the tent. You were struggling with one of the tent poles when you began to feel as if you were being watched. It was then that you noticed a strange, low pitched noise coming from the woods.

"Did you hear that?" You asked.

Jin paused for a moment, listening. "What?"

"I don't know, it was kinda like humming?" You listened again but you couldn't hear it anymore. "Nevermind, I must've just misheard something." you said, still feeling slightly uneasy, but you tried to brush it off as being paranoid, returning your attention to the tent.

The rest the afternoon was a pleasant blur after you finished setting up camp. Jin tried to teached you how to fish, but if it had been up to you to catch dinner, you would've gone hungry. Luckily, Jin had much better success. You had to admit though, against your initial reservations, you were having a really good time, especially seeing how happy it made him to share his one of his hobbies with you.

As you sat together by the fire that evening, he poked you in the ribs playfully to get your attention. "Hey."

"Hey." You chuckled.

"I got you something." He pulled out a small box and offered it to you.

"What's the occasion?" You asked in surprise.

"There isn't one, I just saw it and thought you should have it." He said, opening it for you to reveal a simple silver ring, a tiny moon artfully etched into it's surface.

"It's beautiful." You breathed as he took it out and slipped it on you finger, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand afterwards.

"You like it?"

"I love it." You said, kissing him tenderly, "And I love you." When you parted, you could see the slight flush in his cheeks as he looked at you with small grin.

"You know, If you're still worried about freezing, I'm sure I can think of a way to keep you warm." He said resting a hand on your thigh teasingly.

"Don't even try it, you'll pop the mattress!" You smacked his hand away, making him laugh.

"Ah! Alright, let's just sleep then."

That was easier said than done apparently. You tried to sleep, but everytime you started to doze off, you'd hear something moving about outside in the underbrush. At one point you thought you could hear something circling the tent and woke Jin, but when he checked, there was nothing there. As you both fell back to sleep, you swore you could hear the humming again, closer.

When you woke again, it was completely quiet, finally. You gave relieved sigh, but when you rolled over, Jin's side of the bed was empty. You tried to keep your mind in check, knowing that he'd probably just gone to relieve himself, but the unsettling feeling from earlier had returned, and you couldn't take just sitting there by yourself anymore.

On slightly shaky legs, you climbed out of the tent, taking a few deep breaths as you surveyed your surroundings. The moon hung low in the sky just over the trees; it must've been nearing dawn, but the darkness was still terribly heavy around you.

"Jin?" You called out, but there was no reply. The longer you listened, the more uneasy you felt. The air was so still, no wind, no crickets, it was almost suffocating.

Then you heard it again, the same low, rumbling hum. For a few moments you stood listening, but then you began to recognize the sound of your boyfriend's voice.

"Jin?" Taking a flash light, you made your way a short distance down the trail towards the sound, but as you neared, it stopped abruptly. Everything went silent again.

Suddenly, a sharp, shrill noise cut through the air; some sort of animal cry that sounded an awful lot like a human scream.

"Jin?" You called again louder, properly afraid now. This was a mistake, you cursed yourself, you should've just waited by the tent. You wanted to go back, but the sound had come from between you and campsite. You thought about trying to take a different route back, but in the dark all the trees looked the same and you were certain to get lost.

You started back down the trail cautiously. Not far down the path, you came across what you assumed had made the screaming sounds.

It looked like a fox, or at least, what was left of a fox. It was no wonder why it had made the sounds you'd heard. Whatever had caught it had more than just killed it, they'd absolutely shredded it to pieces.

Trying to stifle the wave of nausea that rolled through you at the sight, you backed away till your back hit a tree. If that's what you'd heard, then whatever had killed the poor thing was likely still nearby. Something with some vicious teeth or claws.

You glanced around nervously, letting out a loud gasp when you spotted a set of dark eyes watching you.

"Jin?"

He stepped out of the shadow of the trees slowly, his expression unreadable, eyes never leaving you. "Hello, y/n."

"You scared the shit out of me!" You said shakily, your heart racing.

"I'm sorry." He said, though he didn't sound like it. If anything, he sounded slightly amused.

"What are you doing out here?"

"I couldn't sleep." He said dismissively. "I found this cool area down by the water, come see." He gestured over his shoulder.

"N-no, I think we should go back to camp, it's not safe out here." You said pointing out the fox, but he seemed remarkably unbothered.

"We don't have to worry about that, it won't bother us." The moonlight seem to cast slanted shadows over his face, making it look too sharp, too angular. "Come on, I wanna show you this."

"I don't want to, can't we just wait till morning?" You asked. Couldn't he see how upset you were?

"I really think you ought to see it now." He insisted, trying to take your hand, but you pulled away. Why was he acting like this? Something was very wrong.

"Jin, please, what is-"

"Will you just come on!" He snapped harshly, grabbing your hand, only to immediately jerk away, hissing in pain.

"Fuck! Why are you wearing silver?!"

"What are you talking abou-" You were still wearing the silver moon ring he'd given you earlier. But before you could finish your question, another voice rang out faintly from the forest behind you.

"Y/n? Y/n!" You heard Jins strained voice calling out. But that couldn't be right, if he was out there, who, what was standing in front of you?

"Ah, what a shame," he said almost to himself, looking up slowly, "we were going to have so much fun." He smiled darkly at you, needle-like fangs now on full display. Your blood ran cold.

He lunged for you, managing to grab your arm again, but you slapped him with your ring hand, causing him to let go instantly, clutching at his face as you bolted away. Having dropped your light during the scuffle, you ran through the woods blindly, adrenaline pushing your legs as hard as they could go, branches and briars catching on your clothes as you scrambled through the underbrush.

As you looked back to see if he was following you, you ran full-force into Jin.

"Y/n!" He said in relief reaching to steady you, but you jerked back, fighting to get away.

"No, let me go!" You cried.

"Y/n! It's just me!" He said, holding onto you tightly. After a moment of struggle, you finally looked up at him long enough to notice the differences in his face. There was no darkness in his eyes, no shadows, only concern for you.

"Jin?" Not fully trusting your eyes, you raised a shaky hand and pressed it to his cheek, making sure your ring made contact with his skin. Nothing.

"It's okay, it's me." He assured you, placing a hand in top of yours tenderly. Your eyes blurred with tears as you broke down, clinging to him for dear life.

It took several minutes for you to calm down enough to answer his questions. No, you weren't hurt. You said that you'd just gotten lost. You didn't tell him about what you'd seen, frankly you didn't really know what it was you'd seen, let alone how to explain it to him. All you knew is you wanted to get as far away from there as possible.

"Can we go home, please?" You shook in his arms.

"Of course we can, sweetheart," he said gently, "anything you want."

By now, the sun had begun to rise as the two of you quickly packed everything up, you making sure that Jin never left your sight. As you were leaving, you could hear the humming again. You held on to Jin's hand tightly the whole way back to the car.

You didn't really talk about it again. For several months afterwards, on nights when you struggled to sleep, you would press your ring to his skin just to be sure he was real, that he was your Jin.

Jin said that next time you went camping, he would get a camper van like you'd wanted, but you didn't know if you would ever go out there again. Not knowing now what might be hiding out there in the woods.

Reset Character | Kim Taehyung

pairings: kim taehyung x oc

summary: oc gets dared by friends to spend the night in a supposedly “haunted” mansion that used to belong to a upcoming actor in the 70’s, kim taehyung, oc comes face to face with the spector himself and has questions about the broken veil

word count: 2.9k

warnings: unedited language, mentions of death, taehyung is a very angry ghost at first

author’s notes: last story of spooktober !! omg i can’t believe i did this and finished it !! i’ve gotten some nice feedback over the course of whipping up these stories and it’s makes me truly happy that people are enjoying them :) as always i hope you enjoy this one too !!

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The darkness of nighttime made the mansion look huge and intimidating in front of you, Jimin and Seokjin. Losing a drunken bet placed you in the circumstances you were currently in, standing in the walkway to the door of the long abandoned mansion.

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The Pact | Halloween Special |

Pairing: ot7 x reader (NOT POLY)

Word Count: 1.7k

Premise: The Pact gang revisits the haunted house a few months later.

Warnings: angst, fluff, feelings. sfw!

a/n: welcome back pact fam! just a lil Drabble for halloween, hope you all had a great one! just gonna link this ask where I outlined which boys have moved on and which haven't/what they're currently up to. happy reading! would love to hear from you!

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“I don’t understand the appeal,” Hobi whines under his breath, trailing behind your group as you approach the haunted house. “What’s so fun about wandering around a haunted house? Wouldn’t you rather go get hot chocolate or something?”

It’s Jungkook who calls him out on his complaining, turning from where he stands near the front with a grin on his face. “Whatever hyung, you’re just mad you didn’t get to stay in tonight and watch Marry Poppins.”

You can’t help but snort at the look of defeat that crosses Hobi’s features. He knows he’s been caught red-handed. Giggling, you pat his shoulder.

“Whatever,” he mutters under his breath. Eyeing the haunted house warily, Hobi lingers on the front steps before taking a small step up.

“Yoongi,” you turn to see your boyfriend of nearly eight months leaning up against the front door. “Why aren’t you comforting your soulmate?”

Huffing a sigh, Yoongi heads down the stairs and wraps an arm around Hobi’s shaking shoulders. “I’ll be right beside you throughout the whole thing,” Yoongi promises, fighting back a smile as Hobi noticeably relaxes.

“Promise?”

“Sure.”

It takes a moment for you to realize that with Yoongi taking care of Hobi, you’ve been left vulnerable. Just before Jimin opens the door, you stop him.

“Wait!” Turning to face the seven boys with a frown, you look around frantically. “Let me go in the middle, at least!”

Taehyung’s laugh sounds nothing less than evil. “No way, fend for yourself, loser.”

“I’ll die-”

“You’ll be fine, jagiya,” Yoongi says, a smirk on his face. “Just be brave. Wasn’t this your idea, anyway?”

“Yah,” Jungkook chides. “No so fun, now, is it-”

“Jeon Jungkook!” The small voice cuts through the group, and you turn to see the girl that stands beside Jungkook. Isa, Jungkook’s girlfriend that he met online a couple of months ago, has just come into town for the first time yesterday. She met Jungkook and the rest of your group all within the span of a few hours.

“C’mon,” Isa strides up to the front, linking her arm through yours. “They’re just a bunch of cowards, anyway. We’ll head up the group.”

You suddenly like Isa a lot. Straightening up, you shoot Yoongi a glare that has Namjoon cackling knowingly before turning and striding inside the haunted house.

Isa’s hand comes around to grasp yours, her tight grip the only thing belying her fear. You enter the house and stride into the sitting room, standing in the center of the room as the boys file in. Jungkook just chuckles at the sight of you two, happy to see that his girlfriend is just as amazing in real life as she’d seemed in their Overwatch group chat.

“Hey!” Gina strides into the room with a bright smile that’s so at odds with the grim interior of the house. “It’s my favorite group!”

You don’t miss the way her eyes jump over Jin, and how she blushes a little. The two of them went out a handful of times, but nothing ever came of it. Thankfully, they’ve remained friends.

“Ready to get going?” Gina asks after introducing herself to an enthusiastic Isa. You can’t help but smile as you note the way Jungkook’s nose scrunches up over Isa’s cute behavior.

“Yes ma’am,” Taehyung mock salutes, laughing as Jimin elbows him. “Hey! That was uncalled for!”

“I apologize for their behavior,” you drawl, pointedly ignoring Yoongi’s gaze. “They don’t get to leave the house very often, so they’re a little excited today.”

“How unfortunate,” Gina drawls with an evil grin.

It’s Isa that shrugs, tugging you forward as you begin to follow Gina through the house. “Oh well. Maybe if they can play nice tonight, they’ll get a reward.”

You swear you can hear Jungkook choking on his own spit.

Gina wiggles her eyebrows at you, the two of you sharing a laugh at Isa’s bold comment. Her cheeks burn red under the dim lighting of the haunted house, but she doesn’t back down. Instead, she turns to give Jungkook a pointed look.

“Alrighty then,” Namjoon sighs out. “Let’s get going!”

Together you follow Gina into the next room, where a large painting stares menacingly down at you. Fighting a shudder, you catch Yoongi’s eye. As Gina drones on about the estranged wife whose spirit still roams the house and surrounding property, you’re taken back to just a few months ago.

To think that you’d been sandwiched between him and Namjoon, slowly losing your mind as Yoongi held your hand, brings a little smile to your face. You truly had no idea what you were about to get yourself into; venturing on a weekly date with each of the boys for the next seven weeks, only to find that there was no better match for you than Yoongi.

Returning your sheepish smile, Yoongi looks like a dream even in this haunted house. He looks like everything you’ve ever wanted.

“So,” Isa keeps a firm grip on your hand as she leans in to whisper conspiratorially. “You two are adorable.”

You blush. “Oh…uh, thanks.”

“How’d you two meet?”

“Look!” Jimin interrupts, pointing at the portrait in the dining room of the wife. “It’s the female version of Jin!”

Jin’s offended gasp is enough to make you crack up, watching as he strides toward Jimin with threats lingering in his eyes. “Come here, Park, I’ll show you what I look like up close!”

The two of them disappear into the hallway, Taehyung hurrying after them to either save Jimin from certain death or help Jin to torment him.

“Shall we head up to the attic?” Gina asks, unperturbed by the chaotic behavior surrounding her. Namjoon somehow convinces Hobi to go up to the attic with him, leaving only you, Yoongi, Isa, and Jungkook below.

“You guys all seem so close,” Isa comments, leaning into Jungkook’s chest as he brings his arms around her. “It’s awesome.”

Yoongi’s hand finds yours, pulling it into his sweatshirt pocket as he begins to trace circles on the back of your hand. “Yeah, we’re pretty lucky to have each other.” You lean into his body warmth, grinning up at him.

“Oh! Isa,” you give her a conspiratorial grin. “You and Jungkook will have to check out the room in the basement that was sealed off. Rumor has it that that’s where they found the estranged wife’s corpse.”

Isa’s eyes widen. “Wait, really?” Jungkook nuzzles into her neck, cheeks burning as he knows what you’re implying. All those months ago you’d been locked in there with him, nearly sharing a kiss which resulted in him spilling the information about the pact. It’s only right that he spends some time in there with Isa tonight.

“Yeah, but it’s not too scary, jagi,” Jungkook mumbles. “I’ll keep you safe.”

Isa blushes a deep scarlet. “I-I’m not afraid.”

“Right.”

“I’m not!”

Jungkook’s laugh echoes off the walls, temporarily drowning out the sound of Jimin’s yelling from another part of the house. It sounds like Taehyung has decided to assist Jin in annoying the poor boy.

As Isa and Jungkook continue to bicker, Yoongi tugs you to the side. You follow him blindly, marveling in the way his black hair seems drink in the shadows surrounding him.

“And where do you two think you’re going?” Jungkook calls out, stopping you in your tracks. Yoongi just shrugs, smirking at the younger boy.

“Making sure Jimin doesn’t get too scraped up,” he says. You see straight through his lie and suspect that Jungkook does, too, but neither of you comment on it. Yoongi pulls you along through the house, tip-toeing through the hallways until you come back to the front entrance. Once you’re outside on the porch, he tugs you down to sit beside him on the porch swing.

Trick or treaters rush past on the sidewalk, squealing with excitement. Princesses and jedis, mermaids and pirates pass by in a blur, making you chuckle.

You hear Jimin before you see him. He runs around outside, coming from the backyard to the front. Taehyung is hot on his heels, laughing maniacally. Neither of them pay the two of you any attention, too caught up in their game of cat and mouse to even bother.

Jin follows behind them languidly, his amused expression faltering as he spots you and Yoongi wrapped up on the porch swing.

“You two bailed out as well?” He asks, forcing a smile. You don’t miss the way he doesn’t hold your eyes for more than a heartbeat before focusing on the night sky.

“Hobi was holding onto to me so tightly that I thought he was about to cut off my circulation,” Yoongi responds, chuckling. “So I got out while I could.”

“That checks out.” Jin keeps walking, offering the two of you a wave before turning the corner to head back to the back, where Jimin and Taehyung disappeared to. A few seconds pass before Yoongi’s low voice reaches your ears.

“Hey.” You turn to look at him, not realizing how tense you were until he reaches up to brush your hair out of your eyes. “You ok?”

“…is he ok?”

It’s been months, but Jin is still distant. Friendly, but distant. Like it pains him to have you close by. It hurts to see him hurting.

Yoongi looks into your eyes with a warmth you can feel in your bones. “I think he’s struggling today. Coming here…where everything started…”

“It hits a little too close to home?”

“Exactly.” Leaning in a little closer, Yoongi presses his lips to your forehead. “But he’ll be ok, jagiya.”

You don’t have any words left to say, but Yoongi doesn’t mind. He just rocks the two of you back and forth, pulling you into his arms as you watch the endless parade of trick or treaters passing by. The stars wink down at you, putting you at ease as Yoongi hums a disjointed tune above you.

“Yoongi?”

“Hmm?”

“I…if I had to do it all again, I’d still choose you.” You trace a heart onto the fabric of his jeans. “I’ll always choose you, Yoongs.”

It’s silent for a long moment, and you finally look up to see Yoongi’s eyes trained on the stars above as though offering up a prayer. Finally, those eyes find yours and you’re startled to see tears glinting in them.

“Could you kiss me, please?”

The kids passing by giggle and screech as you press your lips to his, but you don’t mind. You don’t stop when his lips taste of salty tears and his hands are fisted into your jacket. You don’t stop when the last of his doubts are swept away from his mind and you’re both gasping for air.

And even then, you don’t stop.

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that’s the spirit! | myg

summary: min yoongi hates halloween. as his best friend and resident halloween-lover, that is simply unacceptable. but when halloween night rolls around and you and min yoongi feel farther apart than ever before, you discover that what’s come between you is more than just a bad trick, and that no matter what day it is, loving him is the sweetest treat of all.

{college!au, friends to lovers!au, halloween!au}

pairing: min yoongi x female reader genre: fluff, comedy, a little angst? (a little i promise) word count: 8k (woohoo! i did it!) warnings: alcohol consumption, underage drunkenness in flashbacks, misunderstandings, helpless but mutual pining, halloween parties, this is halloween during college, what else do you expect a/n: some scenes inspired by love, rosie, my absolute favorite rom-com! happy halloween, and i hope this brings some joy to your life before armageddon i mean election day rolls around! much love 🎃💜

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Potions and Poisons

ღ pairing: warlock!hoseok x witch!reader

ღ genre: marriage au, magic au, smut [18+]

ღ summary: Reviving your memories last Hallows Eve was just the beginning for you and your warlock husband. You’ve quite settled in nicely to your life as his wife and even found a town where you won’t have to fear for your lives. Everything just seems to be falling into place while you simmer in marital bliss. However, your magic still needs some fine tuning…

ღ wc: 2.8k

ღ warnings: use of potions, hoseok accidentally eats a bad brownie, nudity, unprotected sex, marking (scratching, bruising, hickeys, biting), breast play, hair pulling, creampie

ღ a/n: this is a short one shot following AHE and this is the brownie recipe oc makes

ღ date: October 8, 2021

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“You just wanted to see me in devil horns.”

namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 500+

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s 3/7 of the halloween blurbs! Namjoon and Daisy/reader went to a bar all dressed up in their costumes for Halloween and Joon got a bit more tipsy than Daisy but he’s adorable so it’s fine :( I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

Walking down the city street, your arm linked with your boyfriend’s, you couldn’t help but giggle at his drunken antics. The sounds of music from the bar you spent the evening at could still be heard down the sidewalk as you both slowly made your way farther from it.

The man swore he wasn’t “that drunk” but actions speak louder than words, and Namjoon had been singing the Monster Mash for five minutes straight.

“Dimples,” you groaned through your wide smile, bumping into him with your body. “Babe, stop,” you whined.

“They did the mash,” he continued to sing, his voice high pitched, cracking and off tune, and though quiet, still loud enough that any passersby could hear as they scooted past your tipsy selves.

“Joon,” you whined once more.

“The monster mash,” he continued cutely, but obnoxiously.

“It would be one thing if you actually knew the whole song but you only know the chorus,” you complained.

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Spooked

Requested by anon - a picture of your request will be at the bottom of the post! Thanks for sending it in, I had so much fun with it! :)

Pairing:best friend!BTS, maybe some secret crushes going on? 👀

Premise: You + all 7 members of BTS visiting a haunted house. What could go wrong?

So, so much.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: they are touring a haunted house, so there’s gonna be some scary story/spooky things going on. hopefully there’s enough fun things/fluff to counter it? 

a/n: this was longer than I expected it to be…but I was having fun with ot7. hopefully nobody minds lol

It wasn’t your fault that Hobi had never seen “A Quiet Place”. He had mentioned it as you scrolled through the options on his TV while lounging on his couch like an overgrown cat. Everyone else was in the process of scarfing down their dinner, popping popcorn, and laughing over whatever Jimin and Yoongi were bickering about.

Obviously you had to watch it.

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“Do we really need a Donatello?”

jungkook x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 900+

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s the final Halloween blurb and I honestly just couldn’t keep it as short as the other ones- I’m dealing with JK and two dogs, I couldn’t stop the cuteness!! Jungkook and Holly/reader are dressing their doggies Bam and Amélie up in some costumes and that’s literally all this is lol. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

p.s. bc saraya loves Halloween and Jungkook so much, I’m dedicating this one to you, my love <3 Happy Halloween, @holdinbacksecrets​ 🎃

Sighing, your shoulders slumped as you held the costume in your hands and stared at the dog sitting in front of you, both of you positioned on the living room floor in front of the sofa. Neither of you broke the staring match, your pup, Amélie, quite proud of her stubbornness as she locked her bold gaze on yours through your red eye mask. Your focus on her only broke when the boyish giggle broke out next to you, your attention following the cute sound to find Jungkook’s adorable beam slightly hidden behind the phone that he directed to you, a blue eye mask slightly covering the top half of his face.

“Don’t film this,” you protested, though you couldn’t stop the amused smile that curved on your lips. “Why is she so stubborn?” You groaned, reaching for your mask and tugging it down so it hung around your neck. “Why are you so stubborn?” You directed to the dog, raising the pitch of your voice slightly.

“She must take after you,” Jungkook teased just before ending the video and dropping his phone onto the couch.

Tossing your head back, you rested it on the edge of the sofa cushion before huffing in frustration. Turning your head to look at your boyfriend, you pouted. “Should we try Bam?” You asked, Jungkook grinning.

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