SALUD! (m)

SALUD! (m)

× genre and warnings :: ninja!yoongi + ninja!reader, naruto au (oh yes she did), enemies to lovers au, mild descriptions of violence, blood, mentions of death, minor character death, there are no synonyms for ninja or chakra so if you see them often just bear with me ok, explicit smut

× notes :: i have never been seriously nervous about posting a fic before but there’s a first time for everything, right? this is a naruto au but i tried to make it vague enough so that you don’t need to know the show to follow along. tho if you haven’t seen naruto you should change that asap. shoutout to sarah for this banner and listening to me rant about this plot even tho she hates sasuke.

× side notes :: i also just reached a huge milestone thanks for sticking with me for the past year y’all are cute or whatever. and happy late birthday to my baby, moongi, i love you, you funky little producer. 

× word count :: 14.5k

× précis :: lord knows it takes hella patience when your name is a verb and these comments absurd, and they swear they know you better than you know yourself, cheers to me and you // or the one in which yoongi breaks the curse of hatred

× salud (n.) :: spanish word meaning good health; bless you; cheers

Yoongi pants with his back resting against the peeling bark of a tree to keep his body upright. He tries not to focus on the gash along his right arm, or the currents flowing through his hands, and, instead, attempts to catch his breath and lets his eyes fade to black. He hasn’t the strength to lift his own hand to wipe away the sweat on his forehead, but when Seokjin asks him if he’s okay, he says yes anyway.

You to roll your eyes. “You know, it might actually kill you if you refuse to admit you’re in pain.”

At that, he screws his eyes shut and exhales deeply. There were few things he hated more than being injured. Most notably, being scolded by you.

Actually, it was just you in general.

“I’m fine,” he says when he reopens his eyes and sees you pulling bandages out of your backpack, “Just give me a few minutes to catch my breath.”

Hoseok lets out a sigh of exasperation and falls into a squat position between the two of you. “Yoon, your arm might as well be cut in two and your hand is still twitching. The faster you let her heal you, the faster this is all over.”

The blonde tries his best to convince him, but Yoongi only replies in short huffs. “I said I’m fine. I don’t need—ow! What the fuck was that for?” he grunts, with no second thoughts of accusing you of flicking his head.

“It wasn’t me, dipshit,” you bite.

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Roomie Code

‘The Assortment’ Collab Masterlist

Genre: fluff, smut and humour — roommates!au

Word Count: 17.044

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Jungkook is an awkward human who doesn’t know how to act around women, but at least he’s a connoisseur of all things vanilla. Meanwhile the reader forgets how to have sex, but it’s okay, Jungkook’s got it covered.

Summary: When you first decided to move into a house full of guys, you figured it wouldn’t nearly be as bad as people made it out to be. Little did you know, living between your best friend, your crush and a mysterious recluse would only turn into disaster upon finding yourself caught in the middle of a brutal love triangle.

Author’s Note: It’s not really a full triangle, maybe a very nicely shaped ‘V’, but we’re just gonna go with it. Either way, still tragic. Enjoy!

When it comes to living with in the same house as three other people, there has to be rules. Rules, that no matter how minor or insignificant, shall not be broken. And considering you are rooming with three men, none of which happen to be ideal housemates, these rules must be set in stone and obeyed by all. The rules are as follows:

Keep your spaces clean and do your part to maintain the integrity of the household.

DO NOT go into each other’s personal spaces without permission. You will get caught.

If you’re going to have sex in the house, keep quiet. No one wants to hear that shit.

Whatever happens in this house, stays in this house.

And finally, the most important rule…    

No relationships between roommates.

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Gods-blessed (M)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Creative Content Contributor: @baebae-goodnight for this moodboard, which she made even tho I was being a dick

Pairing: Taehyung / Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: oral (female), unprotected sex, dirty talk, death/mature themes, Latin words? 

Genre: Fantasy

Synopsis: You, a soldier dubbed Gods-blessed; he, a half-demon indebted to hell. On what could be the last night of this world, you are reunited with your beloved.

Word Count: 5,867

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a lack of color — part 1.

pairing—park jimin x reader   genre— anti-soulmates au, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, smut word count— 7k+ about — 

Slowly but surely, you were starting to warm up to the idea of forever seeing in black and white as long as Jimin was by your side.

i burned so long so quiet you must have wondered 

if i loved you back. i did, i did, i do.

—annelyse gelman, from “the pillowcase”

Since the moment you were born, your world had been greyscale. The food you ate, the clothes you wore, the sky, the sea, and everything else that your eyes could see was white and black and all the shades in between the two.  It was completely normal.

The gift of seeing colors will only be gained when a person lock eyes with their other half. Their soulmate.

Growing up, you hear mentions of these mysterious colors; from your father getting your mother her favorite orange tulips, your older cousin buying you pink popsicles in the summer because she says they taste the best, and all the songs about feeling so, so blue.

It’s unfathomable to imagine what colors even look like when all you’ve ever known was black and white. But you were curious as to why a certain color of tulips is more beautiful than the others, why some colors can make things taste better, and why they can make people feel certain emotions.

It made you all the more excited for the day you’ll finally be able to see them.

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blue kiss.

pairing—jung hoseok x reader  genre— 80s au, best friends to lovers, high school au, fluff, comedy, light angst warnings— cheesy 80s slang! word count— 22k about— a new year’s kiss shared between two best friends changes everything.

author’s note: she’s back!!! ahh!! blue kiss is still my most favorite story that i have ever written. i hope it brings a smile to your face and brightens up your day like it did to me while i was writing it (and whenever i think about it 🥰)!! please enjoy!!

It takes you 5 minutes to finally tell yourself the truth. The very sad truth that kissing Kim Namjoon - your crush for the better part of the year - was indeed not so enjoyable.  The first minute was enjoyable, probably only because of the thrill of finally doing something about your infatuation with the bad boy that you share 3:50 detention with. But then the next minute, his tongue got sloppier and sloppier; and you didn’t know if you were kissing your crush or you were about to be woken up from a terrible dream by your St. Bernard, Poodles.

You lightly push Namjoon away and offer him a very awkward tight-lipped smile when you see the confused expression on his face. In your tipsy, hazy mindset, you stare at him dumbly; his bleach blond hair, the stylish shaved line on his right eyebrow, the Ray-Ban wayfarers that he insists on wearing inside and at night (but at least he had the decency to perch it on his head 3 minutes into your short-lived make out session), and the dimples on his cheeks that appears when he asks you what’s wrong. In just a matter of five minutes, all your previous attraction to the boy was eradicated due to a sloppy wet tongue and perfectly straight, white teeth that bit a little too much and little too hard on your now, very sore lips. The Clash’s “Should I Stay or Should I Go” was blasting from the expensive sound system in Taehyung’s living room, and you think to yourself that you should definitely go.

“It’s been, like, so rad getting to know you better, Namjoon. But Suzy is, like, calling me over,” You fib, and when he turns his head to look at the direction where you pointed your best friend was at, you quickly grab his chin and place a final peck on his full, soft lips. You pat his chest twice when you pull away and he was still leaning towards you for another smooch but you’re already walking away.

It was easy for you to escape from his sights, especially since Taehyung’s parties are always so crowded. You make your way through the sea of inebriated bodies and find the staircase to the second floor. The second floor was off-limits, but since you’re good friends with the recent birthday boy, the rules didn’t apply to you.  You step into Taehyung’s room and shut the door behind you. What you find in there is your best friend, Hoseok, sprawled on top of the queen sized bed, like a snow angel on the white comforter. He immediately shoots up when he hears the click of the door closing, panic on his face, but relaxed once more when he sees that it’s you, laying back down on the bed with his hands on the back of his head.

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Moorish Scents

pairing : Vampire!Taehyung x Human!OC genre : vampire!au, modernageFrance!au, angst, smut word count :10.4k summary — Ever since he was turned into a vampire, smells had a different meaning to Taehyung, they spoke a new language and affected his immortal being differently. Several decades later, spent traveling where the wind blew his lonely soul, he thought that he had come across each scent the world could offer, that he could not be surprised anymore… until the day he decided to set foot in a small rural village where he got to meet a girl with a peculiar scent.  warnings — death of characters, depiction of blood, corpses and wounds, unprotected sex a/n : this oneshot is freely inspired from the movie adaptation of the novel Das Parfum, die Geschichte eines Mörders by Patrick Süskind

“The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.” ― Edgar Allan Poe

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