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BTS Burlesque!AU

Waitress/Dancer!Reader

“I never thought in a million years I’d find a home here. It’s everything I could have dreamed of: dancing, singing, good times, and great friends. We’re a family.”

Typical trope small town good girl Y/N finds herself in need of change. When an old friend offers a mysterious job in the big city, she can’t turn it down. Only, it’s not what she expected at all and Y/N must pull herself out of her comfort zone, let loose, and enjoy life a little! She won’t have to do it alone, though. If there’s one thing she’s good at, it’s charming others. So lace up your corset and slip on your stilettos, it’s show time!

What’s Cookin’ Good Lookin’?- Jin Oneshot

Gif not mine

Prompt(s):

1. “Just let me do it!”

2. “I think I’m falling for you.”

3. “Sorry, won’t happen again.”

Pairing(s): Jin x Reader

Genre(s): Fluff

Summary: Fluffy little drabble where Y/N wants to make breakfast for Jin for once, but it turns out harder than she expected, especially to be quiet, and suddenly she’s teetering on the edge of the counter trying to reach the flour and Jin walks in to a disaster.

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 1.6K

It was one thing trying to surprise Jin with anything at all considering how innately in tune he is with how you think and work. It was a completely confounding task on a completely different spectrum trying to surprise Jin with any sort of meal.

Seokjin, for as long as you’ve known him, has always had a knack for the culinary arts, despite his childish and somewhat clumsy nature. With this natural ability, comes his insufferable point to always make food: breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, for you and refusal to let you anywhere near the kitchen when it comes to cooking.

On rare occasions, most of which being while he is away on tour or trips, you get the opportunity to test yourself despite the lack of practice due to your overbearing yet sweet boyfriend. Most of your solo escapades in the kitchen consist of baking simple sweets to take to the group when they get back, and while you know they aren’t even on the same level as some of Jin’s heavenly creations, all of the boys at least have the decency to amp up the theatrics when you eagerly await their review.

Except Jin, of course, who insists that the truth is better than any sugar coating he could provide, and with his honesty, sometimes comes frustration that you’ll never be able to impress him in a way that’s meaningful to him.

Which brings us back to this very moment. Jin arrived late last night after working hard for the past week. He was obviously incredibly exhausted and rightfully so, climbing into bed with you at 1 a.m., wrapping his arms securely around your waist as he snuggled his face into your shoulder. Within seconds he was out cold while you fought the urge to turn around, wake him, and ask him how everything had went. For now, you’d let him rest, and that’s when the idea struck.

By 8 a.m. he was still entirely knocked out, arms wrapped around your pillow to replace your body as you gently slipped form the bed, careful not to wake him. Slipping on your favorite pair of slippers and a robe to keep yourself warm in the chilly morning air, you glance over your shoulder to take a final peak at the man sleeping like a baby in your bed. He has always been beautiful, both inside and out, but there was something incredible ethereal about the way the early morning sun rays bathed his silhouette in a warm glow that had your heart melting in the cavity of your chest.

You tread carefully down the hall, cautious to all the creaks in the floorboards and objects that could knock over if you weren’t paying attention. Making your way into the kitchen, you take a moment to think about what exactly you were going to make Jin for this surprise breakfast you were eager to create. Settling on some homemade waffles with fruit and cream, you create a list in your mind of all the ingredients necessary so you could get them out at once to avoid prolonging the noise and risk of waking Jin.

Once everything was laid on the counter, you searched the cupboards as silently as possible until you found the waffle iron, pulling it from its place towards the back, and cringing at the minute dings and clangs it made, until it was resting gently along with the other supplies.

Just as you were about to kick things into gear, you notice the blatant mistake you’d made, forgetting the most important ingredient. Flour. A quick survey of the kitchen had you almost falling to the floor in despair thinking you were out of the damn stuff and all your effort would be a waste, but a second turn over shows the flour on one of the far shelves.

The highest shelf to be exact and you curse yourself for being short and Jin for most likely putting it there on purpose so you couldn’t reach it. However, this minor inconvenience was not about to deter your from your game plan. You were going to make Jin breakfast if it was the last thing you did, and god dammit it was going to be a nice surprise.

Unlike any sane or normal human being, you didn’t have a stool to get to the shelf because Jin insisted you’d never need one as long as he was around. So, you did the only somewhat-logical, somewhat-idiotic thing you could think of and clamber your way up onto the countertop, resting on your knees and reaching up as far as you could until you could just about touch the bag with your fingertips.

After an excruciating few seconds with no luck, you take a deep breath and force yourself up onto your feet as best you can, leaning towards the shelf to wrap your hand around the top of the bag. Just as you’re about to pull the darn thing from it’s hiding place, the clearing of a throat behind you catches you off guard, causing you to lose your balance on the edge of the counter.

You could hear the bag of flour tumble to the ground in a loud burst but instead of feeling the cold tile underneath your frame as you hit the ground, you come into contact with long arms and a firm chest. Jin reacted just in time to catch you on your descent ignoring the cloud of flour billowing into the air.

When you finally caught your breath, exhaling the one you’d held in during the fall, you turn to see Jin, large sly grin plastered to his smug face. It almost made you wish he had let you fall so you wouldn’t have to thank him for saving you from your idiotic mess.

Alas, he’d always be there to save you, because that’s what good boyfriends do, and he loves you too much to let you get hurt when he can avoid it.

“What are you doing?” He asks, looking over you from head to toe checking for any sign of injury. Not wanting to admit to your plan, you decide to take a humorous approach, figuring it could at least score you some make-up points if this ends poorly.

“I think I’m falling for you.” He bursts into laughter, holding you tight to him despite your effort to wriggle away. You’d been embarrassed in front of Jin before, countless times, but not when you were trying so hard to impress him. It just felt entirely too much to bear and you would rather bury yourself in a pile of blankets never to see the light of day again.

Jin wouldn’t let you though, because he knows how important it is to find humor in the worst of circumstances. He wouldn’t let you shut yourself off and wallow in humiliation when there was nothing to be ashamed about. There was nothing you could do to make him think you are anything less than uniquely perfect in your own way, especially because of the crazy things you do for him.

“Really? And here I thought you already loved me?” Jin’s face softens when he sees the red flush on your face, knowing how easily embarrassed you are about the smallest of things. His hand moves from your side to cup your chin, directing you to look him in the eyes even though he knows you don’t want to. You give in and stare up at him, a pout present on your lips.

“How about I help you clean this mess up and I make you some breakfast,” he asks sweetly, letting you out of his grasp to turn to the mess of flour on the floor. Before he can reach out to collect the busted bag, you’re slapping his hands away.

“No, just let me do it! I made the mess, I’ll clean it,” you cry, sweeping up the flour with your hands into a neat little pile to dispose of, “I just wanted to make you breakfast is all.”

Jin can’t help the twinge in his heart, the pout in your voice tugging at every single heartstring and sending a warm tingle through every nerve in his body. He knows how much you love to surprise him and it warms his heart knowing you’d go this far just to make him happy.

“Alright, then how about this,” you turn your attention from the floor to Jin, whose dusting his pajama pants off and heading to the closet, grabbing the broom and dustpan before padding back over to where you kneel on the ground, “I sweep this up while you make breakfast. It’s the least I can do for nearly giving you a heart attack.”

He beams at you, waiting for your answer as you lift yourself from the ground, swiping the bits of flour from your legs and hands.

“Alright, deal,” you say, a small smile forming on your lips as Jin walks past you to tackle the mess, but not before he lands a quick peck to your cheek.

As you get to work on breakfast and Jin finishes up sweeping the last remnants of flour from the floor, his voice rings out over the sizzle of the pan, “Just, next time, ask me to get the flour down for you, okay?”

A smirk plays at your lips, the soaring feeling from finally making Jin a meal for once fueling your body with adrenaline, so you counter playfully, “Or, you could stop putting it on the highest shelf so I won’t have to climb the counters to reach it?”

You don’t have to look at him to know he’s smiling at your suggestion. Suddenly, his arms are wrapped around your waist, his face buried in the side of your neck. He places featherlight kisses to the sensitive skin at your nape, “Sorry, won’t happen again.”

[10:34 am] Firebender!Jungkook is watching you from the courtyard, following the curve and sway of your body as your limbs move to and fro. The water circles around you; calm and peaceful and you finally feel tranquil despite residing in such hostile territory. It’s not until you hear a rustle a distance behind you that your concentration slips along with the water.

You try not to sneer, the droplets splashing around you and soaking the edges of your clothes as he approaches. You’d only been within Fire Nation walls for a few days, but the boy had managed to pluck every single nerve within your being, not only frazzling your temper but your focus. Bending came so naturally to you, the water becoming an extension of your soul. Nothing could get in between you and your gift, that is, until Jungkook.

With a sly grin, he relishes in your sour mood, enjoying the effect he has on you. He knows, deep down in the pit of his core, that the dark eyes and harsh line of your frown are only a facade, created by the long burning hatred of his home nation. He doesn’t take much offense to it, though, he knows the Fire Nation has a terrible running streak and harsh viewpoints. He doesn’t necessarily agree with some of them, but he holds a deep and passionate loyalty for his home and people that could not be swayed easily. So, instead of trying to understand your side or sway you to his, he simply lets himself indulge in the small reactions he can elicit from you whenever he can.

You want to step back, keep your distance, but the fire that burns behind his eyes is all too entrancing whether you’d admit it or not. You allow him to approach, wrap his hands around your hips and move you. The poses are foreign to your body, being strictly fire bending poses, which draw from an entirely different entity within a bender. Despite the unnatural feeling they give you, the feeling his body close enough to yours that you can feel the heat emanating from him is enough to keep your rejections to the movements at bay. You can’t see it, but the smile that spreads across his face is one much different to the familiar smirk he usually casts in your presence.

As Water and Fire whirl as one, bending beside one another, you can’t deny you feel stronger because of his touch, and even though you try to hide it, it is entirely evident as the two of you move; in a graceful dance between opposing elements.

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Fell down an ATLA rabbit hole so expect most of the material to come from me to be Bender!Kpop (BTS and NCT) focused for a while, sorry but not really🤷🏼‍♀️

-Moodboards mine, pics not

ATLA!BTS AU- To Your Nation

Release Date: TBD

NorthernWaterTribe!Jimin

“Everything was supposed to work out. We’d come, settle peacefully, and we would go home. I miss when this was for fun and now we fight to save ourselves. I’ll never forgive him, and I promise I’m with you to the end. We’re a team, after all.”

Being the only son of the Northern Water Tribe Chief, Jimin grew up coddled by his elder sisters and mother. His people loved him and he loved them. He had a beautiful home, a great childhood friend, and both his parents. His view of his perfect world is twisted completely upside down, though, and suddenly he’s not sure what he stands for anymore. He does know one thing though, he’ll do anything to protect the people he cares about, even at the expense of losing one.