Hello Everyone! Our Hidden Gems Project Has Come To An End, But That Means It Is Time To Announce The

Hello everyone! Our Hidden Gems project has come to an end, but that means it is time to announce the beautiful “hidden gems” this project and the community have recognized.

Hidden Gems are....

@out-of-jams

@ssscentral

 @taegularities

@voiceswithoutlips

@moccahobi

@biaswreckme

@hoebii

@heejinnien

@artaefact

@joheunsaram​

@ttaechwita

Thank you to everyone who participated in this project! We look forward to hosting more projects in the future!!!!

Act On It

Summary: You learn that the cute barista you’ve been crushing on might have an…otherworldly disposition after you accidentally cut yourself.

A college, coffee shop, and vampire AU all in one!

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, and anything in between

Word Count: 15,639

A/N: This is the longest oneshot I’ve ever written. I found this vampire!yoongi fic sitting in my WIPS back at the start of the year. I did my best to pick it up and rewrite the story into something interesting.

Hopefully you guys like it.

In your opinion, college is a fairly safe space. You go to classes, get along well with friends, enjoy sitting near the pond in the middle of your campus when the weather is nice. There are rarely any crimes—and when there are, it’s a stolen bike, a petty fight, or an…“attack”.

But! Attacks are rare.

Hell, sometimes they aren’t even acknowledged. Not everyone chooses to believe in folklore—that vampires are real and walking among us.

Some people are disbelievers because they’re too scared to give into the reality that every day they might be around someone who could pin them down and steal their blood in a split second. Others just…think it’s a hoax—the few and far between vampire attacks, that is.

“Those people just want attention. They can fake fang marks like that with special effects make-up.”

Society seems to be torn on their existence—just as some people refute the existence of ghosts or spirits, or even god and higher powers. You for one—well…you believe. At a younger age, in an event you’ll never forget—you had fallen off a swing at the park and gouged open your knee on the turf. In what seemed like a flash a shadow had appeared above you—a man looking to be in his late 20’s to early 30’s. When you glanced up he had knelt down—his eyes meeting your curious and slightly frightened stare. His eyes were crimson, and it had seemed as if his irises were pulsing with….with…

“You need to be more careful,” he had told you, his Adam’s apple bobbing heavily against his throat. He hadn’t bothered to help you up, instead stepping back— fingers trembling near his sides. “You can’t afford to get hurt around others if you keep smelling like that.”

And then he was gone. But despite his disappearance, his words stuck with you—lingered in the back of your mind for days—weeks, even.

What do I smell like? You had wondered, but had never bothered to search for the answer. Anytime you pondered potentially pricking your finger or making a harmless little cut, immediately those crimson eyes popped into your mind, and you found yourself weak at the knees—unable to follow through.

Years later, you’ve nearly forgotten about that man at the park—those deep red eyes and resounding words. You’re a college student—you’ve got papers to write, tests to take, applications to fill out—you don’t have time to worry about things such as ghosts, or higher powers, or vampires. As if. The only thing on your mind is class and the coffee you get every morning to help you through the day.

Also the cute, yet bored faced barista at the campus coffee shop you seem to face nearly 7 days a week, regardless of the time you leave to get your coffee. He’s charming in his own right—dark hair, styled a little lazily, and dressed in casual clothing that perfectly accentuates his body. He’s minimal effort good-looking, and you can’t believe how much you’re attracted to him sometimes.

“Morning,” you greet with a smile when you step up to the register, the line advancing forward. He doesn’t bother to look up, already hitting buttons on the screen in front of him and reaching to grab a cup to write your name on.

“Usual, right?” he asks in a low voice, sounding groggy, and you stare at the top of his head as he bends to grab a marker that had fallen on the floor.

“Tired?” you respond instead. He grunts.

“Long night.”

You hum in understanding as you watch him press the marker to the cup, however, instead of writing your name, with sloppy handwriting he ends up scribbling his own, and you break into a fit of giggles.

Cocking an eyebrow, the male glances up at you.

“Wow, suddenly our names are quite similar,” you say, pointing at the cup, and when he sees the permanent black Yoongi written he curses.

“Fuck, I’ll get you a new one–,” he begins apologetically, but you cut him off.

“No! It’s ok, it’s just a cup and you already know me, so it’s no big deal,” you laugh, smiling at him. He pauses.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just draw a little heart next to it to make it cute and I think I’ll be fine,” you tease, and while Yoongi rolls his eyes, he can’t help the small smirk that comes to his face.

“I make no promises with that heart. Go ahead and swipe your card.”

Nodding, you do, and once the charge goes through you walk to the other end of the counter to wait, knowing by now that Yoongi will simply take your receipt and throw it away, since neither of you want it.

As you wait for your drink to be made, you pull your phone out and scroll through your twitter feed, trying to catch up on all the latest news and gossip before you run off to class. However, your finger only manages to swipe upward a few times before there’s a gasp behind you, and you turn to find a girl staring in horror at her phone which has just landed face down on the tile floor.

“Oh no,” you say, highly sympathetic as you squat down and gently pick the phone up since she’s clearly too petrified to do it herself. You peek at it, tilting the screen your way, and the hiss that escapes your lips is enough to let the girl know that she’ll be needing a new phone sometime soon.

“Shit, the glass,” you mumble as you return the phone to her, managing to mirror her thankful, albeit disappointed smile. She says that she’ll clean the glass up since it was her fault, but you tell her that you’ve got it, and reach over to grab a napkin.

“Don’t touch it, Y/N. We’ll clean it up,” you hear Yoongi’s voice command from the background, almost warning you to not do anything stupid, but you wave him off. You’ll be fine, it’s just a little glass.

So, putting the napkin next to the tiny shards, you gently use the side of your hand to brush the pieces onto the napkin. In the background Yoongi calls your name to get your drink, and then immediately sighs when he sees you bent down, trying to macgyver glass onto a napkin like a cave man.

“You’re dumb,” he grumbles as you stand up, turning to face him with the napkin full of glass in your palm.

“Hey, it worked didn’t it?” you grin triumphantly, but just as you transfer the napkin to Yoongi to be disposed of, a piece of glass tears through the thin layers of paper and scrapes your skin.

“Ow, fuck,” you curse, examining the damage as Yoongi hurriedly takes the glass from you and tosses it into the waste bin. You hold your palm out, fingers lightly pressing at the cut—red seeping at the edges—but before you can move to find something to clean yourself up, Yoongi’s hands are embracing your hurt one.

“Yoongi?” you say in surprise, watching as his thumbs brush against your palm, pressing down slightly on either side of the scrape. At the action more blood appears, and you glance up at him in shock.

“Yoongi…?”

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Clair de Lune

the softest Taehyung smut.

King of lovemaking: Kim Taehyung. 

This is pwp. Utterly plotless. Soft soft soft smut. The softest. Marshmallow smut. I can’t even make a useful summary. You can totally listen to Clair de Lune while you read it! Also it’s for ADULTS! 18+

Word count: 2.2K   Taehyung x Reader

It’s got to be close to dawn. When you crack an eye to peer out the window the sky is still dark, with a thin line of orange at the lowest point you can see through the rows and rows of buildings. Through the groggy haze of slumber, you piece together your surroundings. The bed beside you, while still warm from his body, is void of your boyfriend. Your searching eyes find him leaning back in his desk chair, the bare skin of his chest glowing in the warm light that flickers from a solitary green candle. Soft piano spills from the phone in his hand. The calming music would most certainly have lulled you back to sleep had it not been for the shock of seeing Taehyung awake at 4 a.m., by choice. You watch him, curiosity piqued. He doesn’t seem upset, just awake, and you wonder what the reason could be. Taehyung drops his phone into his lap and throws his foot up on the desk, satin pajama pants sliding up his calf. The deep sigh he lets out when he drops his head back has you feeling his absence something awful.

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Whenever, Wherever (jhs)

Summary- Hoseok is a time traveller but that’s not the strangest thing that has happened to him. The strangest thing is when he meets a girl he’s never seen and she tells him he’s her best friend.

word count- 6.7k

pairing- timetraveler!Hoseok x Reader 

rating- R

genre- angst, fluff, smut

warnings- car accident, mention of parental death, mention of miscarriage, major character death, description of gun shot wound (but not gory), explicit smut (unprotected lovey dovey sex), hoseok pukes a lot (soz babe ily)

a.n- Ahhh I finally finished my Secret Santa fic for @thebtswritersclub! I’m so excited to reveal that I’m indeed @baepsaetan‘s secret santa 🎅🏼Day did you guess I was your ss? Did you like me subtly asking you questions about this during our sprints? hehehe! Happy new year, love! 💕

For people who can guess, this was inspired by the Doctor, River relationship and is loosely based on the Time Traveller’s Wife (eventhough I straight up have never seen the movie and literally only read the wiki page 🥴)

A huge thank you to Bella @hobisbeautifulass​ for beta reading for me! I’m sorry I made you cry at work!

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌

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고마워 (Thank you)

Words: 911 (which is the number I’m going to need to call after all this mixtape emotions and writing this little fic. shit.)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Love.

A/N: I’m so sorry this is probably such a mess, because my emotions towards Yoongi are such a mess right now, but…I wrote this to reflect how I feel, and I’m sure it’s how other feel too, so I figure I’ll post it.

August.

Dawn.

The world is barely awake, but you can hear birds chirping nearby, and the quite sound of tires on pavement as cars crawl up the road. The bedroom of Yoongi’s second story loft is dark—the curtains drawn, because Yoongi likes to sleep in—and you can’t say that you disagree with the notion of sleeping in, but Yoongi always sleeps a bit too long.

Smiling at the thought and the burst of sentiment that accompanies it, you finally open your eyes, love filling your heart and a giggle threatening to snake through your grinning lips as you find yourself face to face with the man himself.

His frizzy blond hair looks like a bird’s nest, stuck up towards the ceiling, but his face is peaceful. There are no lines of stress or worry—just slightly parted lips and snuggly shut eyes. The picturesque scene contradicts his normal image—the rapper known as Suga. Here, just like this, he has no bold edges, no sharp tongue, no spark of anger or confusion in his dark eyes. Here he doesn’t have to worry about people seeing him, judging him, picking his life apart with each photo and word and lyric.

Here, in this bed with you, he is solely Yoongi. A mess of a boy, with plenty of flaws, and plenty of hardships, but an endless amount of perseverance and passion. A boy who struggles, and admits his faults, but who is so honest with his thoughts and his problems with himself that you can’t describe him as anything other than perfect. So perfect— fragile in so many ways—and yet unbreakable.

And you understand, in knowing him so closely, in loving him so endlessly, that he has felt lonely. That he has been scared, and upset, and frustrated. But…you also know that he has love. He has patience. He has happiness.

He smiles and laughs. He fools around with his group members and creates memories—weaves them into the fabric of his mind and crafts a shield so bright and wonderful, that most days it withstands the barrage of doubts and depression.

Yoongi is Yoongi.

A palate of colors—a dash of anger, a pinch of loneliness, a sprinkle of self-hate—but a whopping handful of perseverance. Of determination. Of everything that enables him to run faster and harder, to accomplish his goals and reach for the clouds, and make his dreams true.

A man who holds the key to your heart, and tugs the strings of many others. A man so raw and real that people sit with their mouths agape listening to him spit fire and emotion, tears in their eyes when they hear his lyrics.

Even now, you think, smiling widely, cheeks wet.

Even now…in the early hours of the morning, looking like a little, menacing puff ball, curled up under the dark sheets with his hair sticking out every which way—Min Yoongi never ceases to amaze you.

“I love you,” you whisper, voice choked on tears. Your hand smoothes down his unruly hair, clearing a patch of skin on his forehead so you can press your lips to the lightly tanned skin.

“Y/N?” Yoongi mumbles, voice gruff and tired. He shifts under the covers, a little disoriented, but stills when he feels your soft lips press to his cheek, his lips, his jaw…

“What’s the occasion?” he questions, smirk lazy as he pushes up onto his elbows, eyes gliding over to where you’re now sitting. It seems he hasn’t noticed your tears yet, but he does the moment you sniffle and laugh, moving your hands to hurriedly brush them away.

“Hey—,” he begins softly, worry in his eyes as he reaches a hand out and places it on your cheek, but you cut him off.

“The occasion,” you say, leaning into his touch, eyes tender as your lift your hand and cover his larger one. “Is you.”

“Me?”

“For being so amazing,” you whisper, eyes closing as you drag his hand to your lips, kissing every knuckle lightly. When you finally look at him again, Yoongi is staring, mouth open, emotion swimming in his eyes.

“…you know me,” he says, voice so quite you barely hear him. And you nod, knowing that by even being in this position with you he’s baring his all—his soul, his thoughts, everything.

“I know you,” you agree, holding his gaze steady. “And I love every bit of everything I know.”

At that, Yoongi tightens his grip on your hand—tugs you in, connects your lips. He holds you tight as he kisses you, as he shows you just how much those words mean to him. How much you mean to him in return.

Yoongi kisses away your tears and showers your body with his emotion—his gratitude and understanding. In the way that you love him he loves you right back, whispering your name and thanks and little sly remarks that have you smiling with laughter.

Min Yoongi kisses you and loves you, and assures you through his touches that just as you’re his, he is yours. And when he is finally satisfied with his work, and your rosy cheeks and flushed skin, and the love kindled between you, he tugs you into his side—nestles his head against your shoulder and his words into your heart.

“Thank you,” he says, content. Unwavering.

“Until forever,” you assure, and with ache in his heart, Yoongi smiles.

can i request 11 from Dialogue Prompts? :’( for kook or yoongi?

11. “Want To Know Why I Love Playing In The Dark?”

“Please, please..” I whimpered out,” I promise I-I won’t tell any more about this just, please! Let me go!” my crying only seemed to edge him on as he walked back and forth from one side to the other inside the barn house. I could see how the more I would pleiad, cried and yelled the bigger his grin would get as he whistled a cheerful tone with a delighted skip to his walk. “Now why the fuck would I let you go, babe?”

Stopping in the middle of the room, he turned to face me through the metal bars that kept me caged inside this hell as I witness how he so gleefully paced the room. He tilted his head to the side as he took slow calculating steps towards the cage before his pale hands wrapped around the cool rusted metal bars kneeling down to where I was pathetically laid out on the dirty floor. He leaned his forehead against the bars and took a deep breath. Almost trying to get a sniff of my scent. My Fear…

“Please…Yoongi. You told me you loved me if that’s true then you’ll let me go…please.” A breathy chuckle left Yoongi’s cherry lips, letting a hand slip through the bars as it caressed the side of my head. Fingers running through my tattered head as my teary eyes looked this man before me in the eyes. “ I do, I do love you, baby,” He brought my head up against the metal bars as he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead,” but you don’t love me and I can’t have that.”

Pulling away roughly, Yoongi stood up straight again as the glee from his eyes left and were replaced by a cold stare. He went back to one of his work tables that held who knows what and I heard objects being arranged, sorted, and placed around the table. “I gave you everything, you know? When you were dating that asshole I was the one who not only took care of him but of you as well as you wasted your tears on him. When your professor was giving you problems, I took care of him for you. I took care of everything!” Yoongi slammed his fists down hard on the wooden table. A low growl rumbled from within him before a snarl just echoed in the barn.

I know he makes me sound like a bitch. A bitch who underappreciated what a sweet guy had done favors for.  But I didn’t even know who he was when it all happened. Hell, all I remember is that one day he just appeared out of nowhere and comforted me after my boyfriend (who was not an asshole) had died in a car accident. Since then he had just appeared whenever shit would happen to me and comfort me. When he suddenly confessed to him about loving me and always had loved me I turned him down. Since that moment things took a turn for the worst and before I know it, I’m here. Tied down and caged like cattle.

Taking a deep breath, Yoongi started to walk away from the table as he grabbed his jacket from a chair far off into the corner, his voice goes back to normal.” I’ll be back to bring you some food, alright love?” He turned to face me before sending a wink in my direction and walking out, shutting the barn doors behind him. I waited to hear the rattle of the lock being placed before the click indicated it being locked.

It never came.

Using my teeth to loosen up the final Knott, the rope went limp and the pressure it had on my wrists was gone. I let it drop to my side as I rub the deep nasty bruise on my wrists before going to untie the rope around my legs.

Once that was loose, I stood up as I enjoyed the feeling of my legs and arms being able to stretch and lose those knots building up in my muscles. The sudden freedom my body felt once away from those retrains had a weight just be dropped off my shoulders, but it wasn’t the time to relish in it. I wasn’t sure when Yoongi would come back and how much time I had left before he did so I quickly looked for a rock I can use to smash the lock open to free me of just one more cage.

“Come on, come on.”

I kept on smashing the rock as hard as I could on the lock, not even bothering to register the fact that I broke a nail or that I would occasionally smash my fingers between the lock and the rock. I just wanted out. The moment that that lock just gave out I let out a cry of relief before bolting it out the barn.

Taking in the cold night air into my lungs and releasing it with a big smile spreading on my lips made me feel like a free bird once more. It was a feeling I never knew I would have to feel. Yet, after three weeks in that shithole, it was the most amazing feeling in the world. Hell, not even an orgasm could describe a sudden what this feeling inside of me was.

That feeling though didn’t last long though for the sound of keys moving around captured my delicate ears and with a swift turn, I was met with Yoong’s wide eyes. “Shit.” The two of us seemed to utter as I sprinted towards the edge of the woods which caused my kidnapper to drop the bags of food on the floor and run after you.

As I tried to guide myself through the dark woods and not trip over any branches or my own legs, I felt time just passing through me. It must have been hours since I started running and I didn’t stop until I collapsed against a big tree. My breath was heavy and the cold night air helped cool down the burning in my lungs.

A branch cracked under an unknown pressure not too far off where I was and immediately I placed a hand over my mouth to quiet me down. I Bent down and brought my legs up against my chest as I prayed that the shadows of the trees and plants would hide me. Before I know it, the sound of what could be described as a hungry wolf prowling around the area, sniffing around for a scent any potential prey could be picked up around the woods.

“You want to know why I love playing in the dark, babe?”

The hairs on my body immediately stood up as my blood ran icy cold at the sound of his voice. I did my best to stay quiet and not have a cry of despair just rip through my throat like I so much wanted to do. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I shut my eyes tight and started to count down from 10.

10

“It’s because it makes a hunt so much more fun and challenging.”

9

Steps started to slowly pace around the area.

8

“Of course, I didn’t want you to be just another hunt.”

7

“I love you too much to have you be just another hunt.”

6

The steps came closer to the tree I was but I was convinced that there was no way he would be able to see me in the dark. Even if he was spewing this bullshit.

5

“But I do admit that this is rather fun.”

4

“The game you decided to play. Cat and mouse-”

3

“- No. The wolf and the mouse.”

2

Suddenly I heard nothing. No footsteps. No talking.  Nothing.

1

I opened my eyes and looked around me before a sudden gust of hot breath was blown in my ear.

“Found you.”