Flame

Flame

Hey guys, Amanda here! I’ve been kind of slow on this update but again I wanna limit my posts to about once or twice a week. I’m a busy girl, ya know? Being 18 ain’t easy xD Anyway, I am actually really proud of this one, the inspiration just kind of streamed through me when I was writing it. Let me know if I should make it into a series! I hope you like it as much as I do and if you do, please heart it, reblog it, or follow! Love y’all, stay safe, and borahae!

Genre: bad-boy yoongi! au

Pairing: yoongi x reader

Word Count: 938

Warnings: pyromania, intense descriptions of fire and setting things on fire

Summary: Yoongi should learn to not judge a book by it’s cover, especially when it comes to Y/N, who is a lot more than what she seems.

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  “Take me on a ride.”

  He looked up at me with a raised eyebrow and took the cigarette that he was about to light, “What?”

  “I said, take me on a ride.” I stood before him, wearing my neatly tucked-in blouse, grey blazer, and grey pants. My hair was previously tied up into a slick ponytail before I had taken it out after exiting the building where my office was located.

  He scoffed, looking me up and down, “You’re kidding, right? Little Miss Princess who wears pencil skirts and ‘Mary Jane’s’ wants to ride on a motorcycle with the big bad wolf?”

  My eyes narrowed in my classic intimidating stare, however he seemed unaffected. “Don’t pretend to know anything about me, Min Yoongi.”

  He shrugged and shook his head before placing the cigarette back in his mouth and taking out his lighter. He pushed the trigger, causing a flame to erupt. The orange glow flickered as it caused the end of the white cancer stick to light up red. The hue of the colors could be compared to the colors of the sky, although the sky was more toned down and had pink in it. The sunset was beautiful. If I were sitting on my roof and watching it like I used to in my teen years, I would feel complete serenity. Calm, happy, and relaxed. However, the gorgeous mix of pinks and oranges in the sky could not compare to the vibrant orange flame that had lit the cigarette between his lips. His hands were rough, veins coursed through them. His fingernails were slightly dirty and his knuckles were slightly bruised. Mysterious and appealing is how I would describe them as one of them shielded the flame from the slight breeze and the other held down the trigger that ignited the flame. But again, not as appealing as the fire that had captured my attention. 

  I stared into it, my eyes glazed over. Ever since I was small, the dangerous element had always intrigued me. I remember staring into the fireplaces during the holiday season while my family talked about whatever - I never paid attention to the conversation. I was too enraptured by the flames. I remember how I would always have candles in my room, providing me light. I preferred it that way, instead of turning on the headache-inducing bright light of my bedroom. Natural light had always been favored over artificial light during my lifetime. My friends who came over thought I was some type of hippie, but alas they were wrong. I just liked fire. The smells that encased my room from the candles were just a bonus. 

  When I grew into my teens, my interest in the destructive hue of orange had grown. From me playing with sparklers and fireworks in abandoned buildings with friends to burning pages of books in a bucket. There is nothing more beautiful than the charred ends of paper where the words had once rested but were now gone forever. It’s aesthetically pleasing, the crisp ends of burnt book pages. Which is why I burned over half of my books in the small bucket in my backyard. 

  Bonfires were always my favorite hangouts. My friends and I would have one or two every summer just to appreciate each other. From cheap stolen beer that they had copped from their parents to roasting marshmallows on a stick. They were always fun, and I was able to stare at the fire, lost in my thoughts as my friends enjoyed each other’s company around me. I was unable to resist the flickering of orange, the warmth that it gave off. Enough warmth to make me want to engulf myself inside of it. I’ve never tried though. I may be intrigued by flame, but not enough to set myself on fire. Maybe enough to hold my hand over a lighter until small blisters made their appearance, but not enough to commit suicide. 

  He chuckled, his deep voice had an edge to it, slightly raspy as he inhaled the cancerous fumes from the lit cigarette. The flame that I had been staring at for who knows how long had been taken away far too soon and abrupt for my liking. I blinked a couple of times to process, to come out of my thoughts and away from the fire. He put his lighter in the pocket of his leather jacket as he leaned on his motorcycle. His brown eyes searched mine, looking for something. For a motive. For any possible reason as to why I have approached him. His search was a lost cause, because I, myself, was unable to make clear as to why I was intrigued by him. By this mysterious man with rough hands and a cigarette addiction. Maybe it’s because he’s dangerous. Maybe I’m just attracted to danger. My mother had always called me a daring girl. From all the abandoned buildings I explored as a teenager, to the adventures into unknown places that I’ve indulged in, to the crowd of misfits I called friends, to my very love of flame, I would say she was right. 

  “You’re playing with fire, little girl.” His raspy voice cut the silence, cut the tension that I was sure that only I had felt. He wore a small smirk, almost as if he was daring me, curious to see what lengths or what ends I would go to. 

  My eyes sparkled with excitement, an excitement that I haven’t felt in years. A shit-eating grin grew on my face as I looked him dead in the eyes, “Good thing I’m a pyromaniac then.”

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A night in with your boyfriend Jungkook includes all kinds of things: anime, witty banter, snacks from 7-Eleven and, you know, sex.

This moodboard was made by my incredibly talented best friend @me-trash-tbh​ and, I love her so much

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: established relationship, domestic! Jungkook, smut, fluff

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: Guys, I love Jungkook. Like, I’m so sorry but, this is just pure fluff and filth. Love you. Also this is unedited for now, it’s 2am plz save meeee (update: it’s edited now woohoo)

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (stay safe ladz), explicit language.

“They’re staggered so, we should push now…”  

You hear your boyfriend mutter from the other side of the room, body bent towards his computer screen.  

He’s been at this for hours now, fingers furiously working his keyboard, throwing suggestions/commands at his friends through an expensive headset.  

“Yah, we’re almost there…just stay focused…”  

Another encouragement is grumbled through his pouted lips as his hands make another commotion against his laptop.  

A fond smirk caresses your mouth and, you shake your head, positively endeared by his dedication to his game.  

You don’t want to interrupt him, you know playing video games for hours on end, shot gunning ramen like tic tacs is a luxury for him and, he deserves that. You’d be lying though, if you said that your side of the bed was aching for him a little bit. The bed you shared with Jungkook is massive, far too big for one person and, spacious enough for both of you to starfish across the surface comfortably.  

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Comfort (KNJ)

Hey all, Amanda here! So I know this one doesn’t really focus on the relationship between Joonie and Y/n but I was just free-writing one day and this was the end result. Despite the fact that it doesn’t focus on their relationship, I still feel like it’s important to put it out there because it focuses more on mental health and being there for your friends. Please, if you know anyone who is going through a hard time, let them know that you are there for them and continuously check up on your friends! Love you all, stay safe, and borahae <3

Genre: Best friends!au, angst, fluff

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Word count: 663

Warnings/TW: mentions of mental health, mentions of suicide, mentions of depression, mentions of depression in youth

Summary: “I feel like I’m more of a background character.”

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  “I feel like I’m more of a background character.” 

  “What do you mean by that?” he asked.

  I shrugged, “Just like, we only see our own lives. However mine is so uneventful, so boring, so...worthless-”

  “That’s not-” He tried to interrupt you.

  “No, just, please listen. It’s not that I think I am worthless but more like the life I’m living is worthless. Like background characters. Nobody really cares to read into their stories because they are so focused on the main character’s. I feel like nobody really ever tried to get to know me, and if they have then they were left unimpressed or couldn’t really care enough. I’m always there to offer advice, maybe make you laugh, or accompany you on an outing, but nobody really reads into me.” You gave a weak smile, kind of a pathetic smile, actually. You looked back to the night sky, trying to distract myself from the painful pain of the wound I just reopened. 

  He kept looking at you, “I’m sorry you feel that way.” Namjoon didn’t know what to say. How could he not notice his best friend was feeling like this?

  You barked out a spiteful laugh, not towards him but more so towards the world. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for. It’s not your fault I feel like this. I don’t know, Joonie. It just feels like the only reason I’m living right now is because I don’t want to become ‘just another statistic’ on the suicide chart on Mental Health dot com. But then again it’s not like I actually want to kill myself, I’m too curious to do that. I want to see what becomes of me, I just am so scared that I won’t be able to see something great when it happens to me because I will still feel like this. I’ve spent the better part of my teenage years feeling like this and I am so scared that I will continue to feel like this for the rest of my life. And because I’ve been like this during my teen years, I wasn’t able to fully discover who I was, who I am. So I guess I’m just feeling lost as hell and I don’t know what to do.”

  Namjoon watched as you let out a big sigh, as almost you were relieved from the weight on her shoulders. He didn’t want you feeling like this. He didn’t think anyone should have to feel like this. He didn’t understand how you were able to hide this from him for so long. How has he not noticed that his best friend was drowning? He didn’t know the answers to these questions, but what he did know was that he didn’t want you to feel alone in the process of finding yourself.

  He put his hand on top of yours and gave you a reassuring smile, “I don’t think I could understand what you’re going through, having not been through it myself, but you should know that even if I can’t know what you are going through, you don’t have to face it alone. I will always be here for you, while you find yourself again. Or maybe not it's not the old you, but a new you. It doesn’t have to be scary to find a new version of yourself, it’s actually called growth. Or in your instance, character development.” You giggled at his choice of words, but were eternally grateful for his friendship and guidance in that moment. You didn’t know what you did in a past life for the world to give you such a great friend. 

  “Thank you, Joon.” you whispered, laying your head on his shoulder. The two of you spent the rest of the night looking up at the stars, enjoying each other's company. He was right, you shouldn’t be afraid of who you might become, and you were going to start searching for whoever that person may be.