Beautifully Misfit

Beautifully Misfit

Beautifully Misfit | BTS

SERIES; Hybrid BTS

‣ Genre: fluff, smutt, hybrid au

‣ Word Count: 2.08k

‣ Pairing(s): skunk!Jimin x reader, puppy!Taehyung x reader, bunny!Jungkook x reader

‣ Warning(s): very strong language, lots and lots of f-bombs so beware of that, bit of angst if you squint real hard, nothin else for this chapter so enjoy ;)

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to be aware of:

sub!jimin, switch!taehyung, switch!jungkook, dom!reader, some kinky ass future happenings, BDSM themes, some heavy angst, and triggering themes. 

Summary: you never really saw yourself as a hybrid person. that is, until your best friend introduces you to his hybrid, and you suddenly find yourself craving the companionship. you only intended to bring home one. somewhere between the lines you ended up with three beautifully misfit hybrids who craved nothing but your love.

part. i, ii (coming soon)

A/N; this is my first post on here, so I’ll make this short… thanks for reading, I’m sorry, ily

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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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StretCHIMMY cheeks 🤗 #Squeeeeze #Streeeetchy #CHIMMY #TATA #BT21

Roomie Code

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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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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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Triplicity (M)

=> Yoonseok x Reader Poly!AU

Summary: Distance is a cruel thing, and when you find yourself going astray, they are there to help remind you of just where exactly you belong.

Warnings: Explicit smut. Includes M/M smut as well. Slight angst. D/s themes.

Words: 11,191

a/n: 11k of smut. This is a new low.

“Well, what do we have here?”

Voice thick with irritation, spitefulness leaking from plush lips that supported the thin cigarette hung loosely from his teeth, a threatening gaze sized you up and left you feeling defenseless and weak under the scrutiny of coffee eyes, depths uncertain and unknown.

You weren’t exactly sure how you managed to find yourself in this predicament, hands held at the small of your back, wrists overlapping each other as a much stronger hold pinned you in place. You could feel the drumming of Hoseok’s heartbeat against your shoulder, grip tightening around your skin as you poorly attempted to gain back any control you once had, which hadn’t been very much to begin with.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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