Womyn With AY (m) - 1

Womyn with a ‘Y’ (m) - 1

Summary: You weren’t quite sure how you ended up working with the aloof Yoonji on your student council campaign, but you did know that that girl was starting to make you question yourself. I mean, if she’s even a girl at all… 

Pairing: Yoonji/Reader Yoongi/Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 4477

Warnings (if applicable): None yet

A/N: Haha, here’s a Yoonji fic because I’m gay trash. Just to clarify though, Yoonji is actually just Yoongi dressing as a girl in this fic. That’s p important.

Chapters: 1/?

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Bad At Love

Summary: You both have failed in past relationships, and as the days go by you start to think that there is no such thing as love. Until 1 day you bump into each other and you start to repair one another, showing them that they know how to love.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - CONTAINS HINTS OF SMUT, DRUG USE MENTION

Word Count: 8051

Song: Bad At Love - Halsey

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdYFuCp3m9k

“And I understand that you’re all at the hardest parts in your lives right now.” The professor put the cap back onto the marker as he was done writing on the whiteboard. He walked over to his podium and placed both his hands on each side of the wooden stand. “I understand that once you graduate from here, from college, you want to find the perfect job, you want to settle down with your boyfriend or girlfriend, get married and have kids.” The students in that room were finally paying attention to his long given lecture. “But guys, you must understand that you might not find the perfect job right away, you might break up with your significant other, it’s okay to be single, it’s okay to find out who you are, it’s okay to be lost.”

“But remember, you fall in love with the people who make you love the person you are when you’re around them.”

Got a boy back home in Michigan

And it tastes like jack when I’m kissing him

A bang was sounded on the wall as your boyfriend pushed you against it. Ever since you left for college, you haven’t been able to see him as often. Being miles apart wasn’t easy on the two of you, but you somehow made it work.

His lips, all over yours as his hand fidgeted with the lock to the door next to him. His roommates who were well aware that they couldn’t come in anytime soon, stayed far away for awhile.

Your clothes leaving a trail to his bedroom, as the evening was filled with just you two.

So I told him that I never really liked his friends

Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again

Your laid your head on his chest as your fingers played with his and eventually folded down as you wrapped your hand around his, holding it tight. “I like this, just us two talking about anything and everything.” You whispered, as a sigh escaped his lips.

“I have to shower.” The blankets were lifted up over him, as you watched him leave the bed and flick on the bathroom light. You heard the water hit the shower floor, as you stood up from the bed, putting your clothes on yourself.

And when he came out of the bathroom, running a towel through his hair he was welcomed to you sitting on his bed scrolling through your phone. Not a word was said as he unlocked the door and within a second, in came 4 guys as they rushed to the TV and turned on the gaming console. A slight frown appeared on your face, wishing it was just the two of you for the rest of the night, but you can’t always get what you want.

The bed dipped as your boyfriend sat down and placed a hand on your knee. He kissed you softly, with a smile creeping onto his face. “Thanks for tonight babe.” Your head bobbed as he pulled a chair up to sit next to his friends, leaving you in the dust.

The suitcase you brought wasn’t even unpacked, and it only took you an hour after you scrolled through several social media websites to look over your shoulder and see your boyfriend not paying any attention to you. A weekend that it should have been just the two of you, he was only focused on his friends. He could never put you first.

Debates going on in your head, whether you should leave or not, the pros and cons of this situation, and when it was said and done, the cons outweighed the pros and it was your time to leave. You swung your feet over the bed and got up, walking over to the door to grab your suitcase.

“Where you going Y/N?” It wasn’t even your boyfriend asking you, it was one of his friends.

“I’m going back.” A quiet sigh came from your lips, as you turned around to not seeing any of them move. You weren’t welcomed here.

“Why’s that?” Your boyfriend finally said something, as his eyes were glued to the TV as he watched the basketball player he was controlling.

“You obviously don’t want me here.” You swung your jacket around you, putting your arms through the armholes and zipping it up.

“That’s not true!” It came out of his mouth so fake. He was trying to cover it up, but he failed miserably. “Babe come on, sit on my lap, watch me play.”

“No, just play with your friends.” The game stopped, it was paused. You watched as he stood up out of his seat, and he rolled his eyes at you.

“Stop being like this.”

“Well stop putting your friends before me all the time and we wouldn’t be having this problem.”

“Well stop being a bitch.” It was a stare down between the two of you, as his friends eyes were moving back and forth to you and him.

“Whatever.” You say as you opened the door. “I’m done with you.” And slammed it shut.

And so, this chapter ended in your life as an 18-year old college freshman. You realized the boy you were head over heels for, wasn’t ready for commitment, and just needed a consistent person to fuck. This kind of relationship wasn’t good for your health, and ending it was one of the best things you could have done.

There’s a guy that lives in a garden state

And he told me that we’d make it ‘til we graduate

“Happy two years beautiful!” A junior in college now, and your handsome boyfriend of now 2 years was walking into the restaurant he made reservations for while holding a bouquet of roses. You stood up to greet him, as you took the flowers from him, and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Babe, you didn’t have to reserve spots for one of the fanciest restaurants in town. We are broke college kids!” He let out a chuckle, as he lifted the glass of water to his mouth taking a sip.

“Well I wanted nothing but the best for you.” He winked at you as the waiter came to your table, taking your orders.

The dinner went by lovingly, talking about your day, your friends, sharing laughs, and talking about your classes. The waiter came by again, taking your empty plates and pouring more wine into your glasses.

“I got something else for you.” Your boyfriend said, you almost spit out your wine when you saw him hold a black, small box in his hand. Your eyes went wide, you weren’t expecting this tonight, not a proposal. It was too soon. “I see that look on your face and it’s that nervous look you get like when you forget there was assignment due.” He showed you his crooked smile that you loved so much.

“Yeah I’m pretty fucking nervous, you’re about to propose.” A laugh came through that crooked smile, as he opened the box to show you an elegant yet simple ring.

“Babe, this here is a promise ring, not an engagement ring.” He grabbed your hand and slipped the ring on. “Trust me, if it were an engagement ring, it’d be a lot bigger.” Another wink as your face went red. “But this symbolizes that we’ll make it until we graduate and after that, it’ll be me and you against the world.”

So I told him that the music would be worth the wait

But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate

“You’ve been working on that for hours Y/N, why don’t you let it go for awhile and have some dinner.” Your boyfriend leaned against the door to your work room in the apartment that you two got last Summer. Grabbing your phone, it lit up to tell you the time. 7:04pm, it’s been 8 hours already.

You took your headphones off, and walked towards him with your hands in your pockets. You leaned against his chest, closing your eyes for a little bit as he ran his hands through your hair. “Come on, let’s eat.”

You sat at the kitchen table, eating everything you could. You skipped lunch, and the snacks in-between, you didn’t know how hungry you were until the food was placed right in front of you.

“How’s it going with the music today?” You shook your head at his question, grabbing a napkin to wipe away the crumbs that were gathered at the corners of your mouth.

“I can’t find the right beat I want, nothing I do sounds right today.”

“Well I bet it sounds good enough for you to stop for the night and watch a movie with me.” Another shake of your head to him.

“Can’t, I have to get this done, I’m sorry.” He set his silverware down, loud enough for you to look at him.

“It’s always the music Y/N.”

“It’s my major. What else do you want me to do? Switch?” You grabbed the glass of water and placed your lips on it to take a sip.

“Some days, yes.” It got silent in your small kitchen. You know becoming a music producer wasn’t the easiest job, you know that it’s hard, and you know the risk you’re taking if you don’t get noticed. But this is what you wanted to do with your life, your love for music turned into you wanting to make music.

“I’m not quitting.” You said in a stern voice. “This is what I love.”

“Well sometimes I question if you love it more than me.”

“This will be worth the wait though.” You told him so matter of factly.

“Will it though? Because you’ll be slaving your life away doing this all day, trying to get recognized and what if you don’t get recognized or big? What are you going to do then? I can’t just be the only one paying bills, and supporting us.”

“Don’t worry about it okay? This is my life, and I’m doing this because I love it.” You scooted out of your chair carrying your dishes to the sink. “Why don’t you want me to pursue this career all of a sudden?” He stood up behind you as he placed his dishes into the sink.

He shrugged his shoulder trying to think of what to say. “You’re just never around as often. Always focused on making a new beat. I just think that you should keep your options open.”

“Well if you don’t think this is what’s best for me then just leave. I can’t have you in my way as I’m doing something that I enjoy and love.” You marched past him and slammed the door shut to your work room.

_______

Night became day, you opened your eyes to have fallen asleep on sheets of paper with the computer in front of you still on the program you were using last night. Rubbing your eyes you walked out of the room to see your boyfriend sitting on the couch, still awake.

“You’re awake.” You opened a cabinet to grab a coffee cup. Coffee will keep you awake this whole day as you got work to do.

“I’ve been thinking.” He sat up, his hands in-between his knees, his head hanging low. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“What?” Your legs guided you over to his position on the couch. “If this is about what I said last night, I didn’t mean it. I was just tired, and these due dates are creeping up on me, and I’m stressed.”

“I know.” He let out a breath. “It’s just, I can’t keep doing this. I’m in the way, a distraction to you. I don’t see you as often, we don’t go out as often, you’re disappearing.” He shook his head. “I think this is for the best.”

And God, you wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came from your lips the rest of the day as you watched your boyfriend of 3 years pack his belongings in 2 days and leave you to an empty apartment.

Another chapter ended in your life, and this one was done for you to focus on your career. As you analyzed the situation you were in, you saw that your boyfriend was never fond of the path you chose. You had to work hard to get a job under some company, it wasn’t guaranteed and he was nervous for you, wondering what would happen if you never got job and didn’t make a decent salary. He didn’t support your dreams, he wanted you to land a job that was secure. But right now, it’s about taking risks and letting him leave you was one of the biggest risks you took.

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe

That we’re meant to be

And looking back as you walked across that stage to receive your diploma, you didn’t feel a pain in your heart when you saw the two men sitting amongst the crowd. A history with both of them, you once knew them but now you don’t.

You could honestly say, that maybe you did believe you were meant to be with one of them. That maybe you were supposed to get married with one of them, but you had different plans. You were here for yourself, to graduate, get good grades, find an amazing job. And if someone that loves you, doesn’t support you, they don’t truly love you.

But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy

Get the best of me

The crowd swarmed just outside the building as families and friends gathered to see their recent college graduate, flashes going off on cameras, hugs were given, smiles were seen from each group. You were walking amongst the crowd when a hand tapped your shoulder and when you turned around you saw your last boyfriend. The one that promised you that you would make it until you graduate, and you didn’t.

“Congrats.” He flashed you a smile, as you replied, “Congrats to you too.” Awkwardness between you too was never a factor until now, when neither of you knew what to talk about.

“Are you ready for the real world?” You questioned him as you fiddled with the tassle on your gown.

“Yeah I think I am.” His gown was unzipped and he placed his hands in his pockets. “I landed a job at that insurance company just a half hour away from here. I start next week.” Shocked, your lips formed a straight line as you simply nodded your head. “What about you?”

“Uh, I’m still making beats, trying to get bigger recognition than what I’ve gotten.” He nodded his head, realizing that you really had no idea what you were going to do. He has a job lined up for him, while you’re still clueless.

As the silence came over the two of you again, a girl shouted his name and the both of you turned your heads. She ran up to him and jumped into his arms as she slung her hands around his neck and kissed his lips while he was supporting her. “I’m so proud of you!”

With that you ripped your cap off, and stormed away not wanting to associate with him ever again.

Look, I don’t mean to frustrate,

But I always make the same mistakes, yeah

Always make the same mistakes 'cause…

On what should have been the happiest day of your life, you couldn’t help but slide down your apartment door, with your face in your hands and sobs escaping your lips.

You couldn’t help but feel that you made a mistake. You couldn’t help but feel that your life isn’t as put together like the others who graduated. Where were you going with your life? What’s going to happen?

You were running for the end, but it was nowhere to be found.

I’m bad at love, ooh-ooh

But you can’t blame me for tryin’

You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’

You were the one, ooh-ooh

“Y/N?” In your drunken state of mind, two weeks after you graduated, you thought your best idea was to call up your ex and give him a piece of your mind.

“Yeah this is me.” Slurred words, and a dizzy mind he knew exactly what kind of state you were in.

“Are you drunk?”

“Yeah what are you gonna do about?” You scoffed.

“It’s literally 8 at night, and you’re hammered.” You could feel the frustration from his line of the phone radiating to you. “And why’d you call?”

“Because of you, dumbass,” you hiccupped and huffed in a good amount of air before you let it out to say, “You were the one.”

“I wasn’t the one Y/N.” He must have had enough with the conversation for he ended the call, and left you with a quivering lip and wiping off your makeup with the back of your hand. You couldn’t be mad at yourself, you were trying at least.

That could finally fix me

Lookin’ at my history

I’m bad at love

With the words that left your mouth, and the rejection he gave you, it was a sign for you to start fixing yourself. You don’t need him, it’s time to move on. Fix your heart, focus on yourself, and don’t fall in love again.

Got a girl with California eyes

And I thought that she could really be the one this time

“Wow.” Was all Yoongi could say as he stared at his girlfriend exiting the bathroom. Yoongi got off the couch to walk towards her and examine her outfit even more. A long black dress, with a little bit of a train, stunning jewelry, with her hair in a messy low bun. She will stop everyone dead in their tracks tonight. Yoongi put an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him, their faces inches apart and lips grazing one another. “You are drop dead gorgeous, beautiful.” He closed the small gap between them with a hungry kiss, yet they had no time to spare because they were already late for their dinner party.

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i just now saw this, gotta love the tumblr app 🙃 but ah okay. i saw that they deleted sometime last year and i havent seen anything about them coming back or anything 😕 hopefully they will return

Grim Reaper/ park-jimeme

remember how like a month or so ago i asked if anyone knew the title of the series where bts were reapers and y/n basically had to chose between namjoon and yoongi? well i found it! it was called Grim Reaper by park-jimeme and apperently they deacivated a -long- while ago. does anyone know if they’re under a new name or anything?

Blood bound| Jung Hoseok Part Two (M)

❝What you dont expect is sleeping with the devil and ending up being bound to him❞

➵ paring: Incubus Jung hoseok x Vampire reader

➵ author’s note: honestly i just had a epiphany

➵ requested by : no one

| 2531 words | fluff | Vampire & Incubus au |   romance | smut | kinda crack | enemies to friends to lover au | warnings: cursing, blood mention

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You’re sitting at the table, tapping the pen in an irregular rhythm against the white painted wood as you’re reading the documents , not really registering the black printed words, your thoughts completely drawn back to hoseok. Its been three weeks since the cheeky incubus bounced leaving you basically for the dead, not caring about the consequences the bond could have on both of you.

You scowl and slam the pen on the white table, he got you all the way fucked up and one part of you silently hopes that the bond restricts him just as much as it restricts you.  At some you even considered burning down the whole city, dramatic yes i know, but wouldn’t it be easier to find him?.

I mean its not like you could just draw a pentagon and satan would appear. hell you don’t even know what exactly you’d have to do to summon a devil, let alone an incubus. You don’t have a soul that you could sell and demons hardly ever need anything of human value, so you have to proceed with plan x, which you don’t really know what exactly it is for now but you know he’ll regret meeting you, thats for sure.

You sigh deeply , stand up and walk out of the office into the small corner where the coffee machine is. Human food isnt exactly your favorite dish yet you can tolerate coffee, some of your coworker wrinkle their nose in disgust at how black you like your beverage.

Speaking of coworkers, Miss Kang the receptionist steps closer to you , her short dark hair styled neatly with black rimmed glasses sitting on her nose, a worried expression on her face.

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Story help

im looking for a story where bts are grim reapers and namjoon falls in love with the reader who is human. after a bunch of stuff that happens, the story goes from namjoon x reader to yoongi x reader.

i know i follow (or hopefully still do) the author but i just cant figure out who 😓

please and thank you!

this is sooo good! i really love this concept and im kinda hoping that a way to break the spell is to fall in love with yoongi 😂

Maybe Ever After Ch. 3

Word Count: 8.9k Warnings: Profanity, light mention of abuse and death. Genre: Fluff, light angst, crack, and eventual smut. Royalty!Au. Magic!Au, Fairytale!Au Pairing: Seokjin x female reader (additional pairing to be featured soon…. )

A/N: Here is chapter three! Please let me know what you think. I would love to hear your thoughts and encouragement on this fic xx

Masterlist | Moodboard | Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Summary: Would you be you if you did not reread the same book for what is probably the hundredth time? No, probably not. When life becomes mundane and full of unhappy endings, you always turn to the large book with golden edged pages that your grandmother gave you years ago. You know this book probably more so than the back of your hand; from the red stain of spaghetti (that your mom said you would get on the book if you read at dinner time) to the exact moment when the prince will deliver his clever words. After reading this fairytale so many times, you could probably see his beautiful strands of hair in your sleep. However, if you know this book like the back of your hand, why is it so difficult for you to remember if his hair has always been so pink? You could have sworn Prince Seokjin has always been depicted with blonde…

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The sun was slightly off centered above your head, but your lack of direction didn’t allow for you to discern whether it was morning or afternoon.

But it was still morning before I got here, you tried to reason with yourself.

The wind was blowing at a decent pace through your hair, through the leaves of the willow tree in the distance too. For a moment, the situation at hand subsided as you stood in awe at the tree that looked even more beautiful in person.

Page fifty-two, was it? The question was meant to be light-hearted and reduce the gravity of the situation. It worked, but only shortly, because your momentary lapse in a panic-free bubble was violently burst as two deep, albeit surprising, voices brought you out of your thoughts.

“Excuse me, m’lady?” One voice came from your left.

“Are you alright miss? What are you doing out here, dressed like that?” And the other came from your right.

The tone of his voice was judgmental, to say the least, and looking down at yourself, you understood why. Your shirt was form fitting and pulled taut against your skin, and your legs were covered, or barely so, by shorts; the majority of your skin was on display from your bare feet to the tops of your shoulders that were scarcely covered by the thin material. You turned, finally ready, if not much at all, to face the deep shit you just found yourself in.

“I’m-” but only one word was able to escape your mouth as the two men’s abrupt gasps of surprise cut you off.

Had you not been concerned with formulating a response, you would have gasped as well; the sight in front of you was one to behold as. The kind and quirky baker, Kim Taehyung, stood there with dark hair covering his forehead, and his mouth forming a tight line. His tanned skin glowed under the sun, and he looked more like a god rather than a baker.

Standing near him, and just as apprehensive, was Jung Hoseok, an eccentric farmer who was praised for his contributions to the kingdom. His skin was, although flawless, dark and dirty; clumps of dirt were seen on his hands, and his clothes were in worse shape than the baker’s. The look on Hoseok’s face faired far kinder than Kim Taehyung’s, for his mouth was held fast in the shape of an ‘o.’ Both men were equally beautiful and breathtaking as light rained down on them, but they too seemed at a loss for words.

“Princess Ariadne?”

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