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Fanfic | 6 Sept

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭. | Loustat | Reincarnation AU | Ongoing | Multi-Chapter

Lestat embarked on a journey, the New World was near, just beying the waves and he had decided, St. Louis, Louisiana. What could this journey hold for him? Who knows? Hopefully something with less heartbreak and torment. Maybe a new home. Or What if Paul lived to see another sunrises?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 | Loustat | Modern AU | Ongoing | Multi-Chapter

"There is no choice of any importance in life but the choosing of a beloved." – Act 1, Scene 2 Sarah Ruhl's Eurydice. — Lestat was never meant to stay on the farm. Born the youngest of seven brothers, he always felt like an outsider in his own home, stifled by his father's rigid rules and the harsh expectations of rural France. But an opportunity masked as a tragedy when his Mother demands a divorce. Choosing Lestat they escape to America, where a new world of possibilities—and challenges—awaits.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐝 | Loustat | Fallen by Lauren Kate AU | Ongoing | Multi-Chapter

There’s something achingly familiar about Lestat de Lioncourt.

Mysterious and aloof, he captures Louis de Pointe du Lac's attention from the moment he sees him on his first day at the Sword & Cross boarding school in sultry Savannah, Georgia. He’s the one bright spot in a place where cell phones are forbidden, the other students are all screw-ups, and security cameras watch every move.

Even though Lestat wants nothing to do with Louis—and goes out of his way to make that very clear—Louis can’t let it go. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, he has to find out what Lestat is so desperate to keep secret… even if it kills him.

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 | Loustat | Canon Divergence – Omegaverse | Ongoing | Multi-Chapter

Promised to an Alpha an ocean away Louis believes that it's suitable that he does not spend anymore days worrying over the inevitable. Hopefully the fucker keels over in the time it takes for him to decide to travel to the United States to wed Louis. When ten years pass and his husband-to-be doesn't appear Louis has already forgotten about the fateful marriage contract when an ugly reminder of the six foot variety comes to the banks of New Orleans.

⚠️ Self-Promo⚠️

yes, eagerly waiting for this <33

i believe f*ckboy yoongi fics are very rare to find because idk because i've been a sucker for f*ckboy yoongi fics for very long.

after hours — myg [teaser]

⤷ summary. staying after hours with Yoongi for months proves to be a mistake when your heart falls for him.

pairing. fuckboy!min yoongi x nerdy!reader

genre. smut (18+), angst, fluff(?), fuckboy au, college au, unrequited love au.

warnings. smut [redacted 👁️], ANGST !! fückboi!yoongi, friends (more like aquaintences?) with benefits, major angst, there’s some fluff, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, dom/sub themes, unrequited love, yoongi is hot in this but he’s a bit of an asshole, reader is sassy as fùck, but she loves him :(, basketball capitain!yoongi, yoongi is a hot, cocky bastard, so many feelings, a lot of explicit language (cursing, sêxual talk, etc) + many more when the fic drops.

est word count. 20k—35k 💌 (it may be much more if i’m being honest......it’s yoongi we’re talking about here) ; word count for the teaser is 2.9k (sorry it’s so long omg)

est release date. mid august / beggining of september. it depends on how long the fic gets 🥴

note. okay so this was based on a request for my milestone game, and it got turned into a whole fic because my imagination is a very wild place, and i don’t regret a single thing about this. fuckboy au is honestly one of my weak spots, and ik it’s cliche or whatever but we love cliches in this house!!! i’m honestly packed with series i need to update but fuck, i honestly had to do this. i need to do let it out for the sake of my sanity. and y’all know i’m a sucker for that good angst, so prepare to cry a bit 🔪 and thank you for my lovely dia @playboyjjks for beta’ing this fic and screaming w me for this yoongi, i love u so much🥺💗

» please don’t flag this post. if u don’t like it, just scroll. don’t be petty and flag creator’s posts, if u do that, ur not fücking cool 👎

links. main masterlist ; taglist

You probably should have gone to the party that your best friend told you about.

But you were too emotionally drained from all the studying, and the last thing you needed was a social gathering you knew would only suck you out of your energy even more.

You’ve been so exhausted lately—your lectures have turned difficult, and your time has lately been consumed by either studying or your classes.

And so, you’re alone on a Friday night inside your shared apartment, watching some trashy romance TV while eating microwave popcorn and wearing your Spongebob Squarepants knee-socks.

And imagine your surprise once you hear the doorbell ring when you’re not expecting anyone tonight—your best friend and Taehyung are both at that damn frat party, you didn’t order takeout just yet.

You reluctantly open the door, silently hoping no serial killer would be on the other side, but no, it’s even worse.

“Yoongi?” You ask, almost gasping, but you’re too tired for your body to show any signs of strong emotions when meeting the man you secretly longed to see.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi asks, and you’re almost sure you pick up something of concern in his smooth voice, but you know it’s only your hallucination. You know for a fact that Yoongi doesn’t care for his hookups, or in other words, you.

You first met him during a party, and you were enamoured by his captivating brown eyes the minute they met yours.

You had heard about him before. The notorious fuckboy slash basketball capitan that caught many hearts in his hands and squeezed them to death.

You promised yourself you would never acquaint yourself with him. The stories you heard, make him out to be the worst monster of them all inside your head, with ugly green eyes that were ready to eat anyone who had a pussy.

And who ate women’s hearts until there was nothing red left.

But who knew such a monster could be so incredibly beautiful in ways you had never dreamed of?

But maybe that’s why he was such a nightmare; why he had such ease in luring prey into his deadly trap.

You got tipsy from the beers that were passed around to your hands by your best friend, and you went from making many eye contact with a certain basketball player to him fucking you hard on the back of his car, while your friend, Yuri, explored the whole house in search for the black-haired boy you were under.

At the time, you didn’t understand how his eyes fell on you instead of on your best friend, who was much prettier than you and looked at him through the rose-coloured glasses you would only months later understand.

However, now get why his eyes fell on you.

You had a ‘good girl’ image and anyone that laid their eyes on you could sense a sort of naiveness that Yoongi craved.

He lived for it.

And you were just another one of his prey. A piece of meat he would then soon discard after he sucked every last bit of the blood inside your system.

You swore to yourself you would be like them. That you wouldn’t fall for his deadly charm like other girls did. You thought yourself to be different from them, until a few months later, when you were grabbing some take-out after a heavy secret make-out session in his car.

When he flashed you his beautiful gummy smile. Your world stopped and everything came crashing down when you realised you were in love with the devil, that is Min Yoongi, and he caught your heart with his deadly hands just like other girls.

Knowing you are in love with another human is supposed to be euphoric, the poets say.

The sonnets describe how swelled up in sheer giddiness you must be from experiencing such a powerful, deep emotion for your significant other.

And you knew you were doomed because when you realised your heart only beats for Yoongi, it only made you hurt in ways that left you crying for days. So much so, that time became nonexistent and days bled into another as you grieved for the loss of your own heart that you stupidly let him take away from you.

You weren’t different from the other ones—you weren’t the one special enough to change Min Yoongi’s heart. To make him love you.

And you only push the dagger an inch more into your bleeding heart every time you continue to sleep with him, knowing you will never get his heart to heal you in ways you so desire.

No one knows of your affair, and you were the one who wanted to keep it that way. If anybody knew, you would be cast away in other people’s as nothing more than another one of Yoongi’s many hookups, and even worse, if your best friend found out she would have your head.

Yuri was always a jealous woman—the men she hooked up with, which was a very good amount, she got angry with the woman they would kiss a week later, and would always make their lives a living hell in the most subtle of ways.

And the ones whom Min Yoongi hooked up with were the ones that had it the worst.

“What are you doing here, Yoongi?” You put your mouth before your lips, yawning while talking, eyes blood-red from the exhaustion you feel.

Your sleepy eyes follow his frame up and down, and you can see he isn’t in his usual ‘asshole’ attire, as you would joke with Yuri—instead, he wears grey sweats and a simple, plain white tee shirt. You could even mistake him for a good guy if you didn’t already know the malicious intentions behind the fiery brown eyes you’ve regretfully grown to find beautiful.

But what catches your attention is the jewellery that stayed intact—two thin silver chains around his neck (he usually wears more extravagant ones), bracelets on his pulse, and his signature rings on his fingers.

If you hadn’t looked down to rapidly inspect his veiny, ring-filled fingers, you wouldn't be able to find one specific piece of jewellery that makes your lungs almost break and your breath to be taken away.

It’s the ring you gave him for his birthday a few months ago.

Yoongi opens his mouth to answer you, but you cut his off, rubbing your sleepy eyes while trying to keep your mouth from yawning once again, “If you came here for sex, I really can’t do it tonight; I’m busy—”

“Studying?” Yoongi raises his eyebrows, and you sigh, nodding your head while groaning, “Well, you always say that, and next thing you’re begging me to make you cum.”

You cringe at his lewd words, “What the fuck, can you not say things like these? Pervert.” You roll your eyes, and Yoongi laughs, throwing the smile that never fails to make your stomach turn and your heart flutter in ways you only experience with him.

“And no, I’m not studying this time. I’m just watching some tv before going to sleep.” You grumble, and Yoongi fake gasps, dramatically opening his mouth to drag out the gasp more than it needs to, and you playfully roll your eyes.

“Oh, is Miss goody-two-shoes actually having time for herself, hm?” Yoongi teases, a small smile tugging on his lips, and you try to fight the butterflies that flap in your stomach with a small scoff.

You shouldn’t be feeling this. You know Yoongi only sees you as another one of his hook-ups, one he doesn’t care for, only if you have what he needs when he needs it.

Your brain knows that, but your heart chooses to ignore it when it hopelessly flutters for him every time he kisses you as if you were his, and sinks to your stomach every time he leaves you that same night.

You’ve made many mistakes in your life, but falling for Min Yoongi must be the worst of them all.

Your everything sings for him, for the three words out of his lips, but his heart would never hear your melodies as you wish so much. And every day that passes a piece of you is taken away, a reminder of your fatal mistake that is loving a man that only sees you as meat and is blind for your soul that calls for his.

You should have never let your heart become such an open book, filled with unspoken words of affection for him, a man who never had the desire to open you, to read you in ways you so ached for.

And you still lie here, sinking in a sea of hurt, choking on your blood every time you accept Yoongi into your heart for the sake of having him beside you, for having the pleasure of touching him. Even if the fog of lust blinds his eyes and you can only wish for him to see you as clearly as you see him.

“I’m just too tired to study.” You yawn, and Yoongi leans in, barging inside your territory and into the uncharted waters of your hopeless heart—even if he doesn’t know it.

“Y’know what would make you relax?” One of his brows goes up, and he bites his pink lips, lust fogging his eyes in the way you already know. He’s the diesel that ignites an unwanted fire in your heart, and he’s the only hazard that can make you hot with desire in mere seconds.

You put your index finger on his chest and push him away from you, and he only chuckles, amused by your response. “Nope. Not today, Min.”

“Alright.” Yoongi pouts slightly, putting his hands in his pockets—how can this man be so hot yet cute? He’s messing with your head, and you don’t like it one bit. “Can I at least come in to watch some Netflix? Or whatever you were watching.”

“Why the hell should I let you in?” You raise one eyebrow, challenging him, and Yoongi hums.

“Good question. Well, I’m fucking bored. I have nothing to do tonight.”

“That’s bullshit.” You scoff, and Yoongi furrows his eyebrows, “There’s a party at one of your friend’s frat parties. You could easily just go there.”

“I’m not in the mood.”

“The fuck? What happened to you?” You snort, and Yoongi sighs.

Yoongi was always at a party on or off campus. It was where he sought his next prey, one that looked innocent enough to fall for his charms. And, unfortunately, you were one of them.

“I told you, I’m not in the mood, doll.” Yoongi rolls his eyes, “I just wanna watch something to cure my boredom, and I saw you were online. But if you want me to go, I will.”

“And the first thought was to come here and annoy me?” You click your tongue, and when Yoongi playfully pouts again, your heart gives out like the weak woman you are. “Fine, okay. But no funny business, k?”

“Pinky promise.” Yoongi raises his pinky, and you scrunch your eyebrows, looking at his hand with uncertainty before you wrap your pinky around his.

“Alright, get in.”

It’s a mistake, you know it, the universe knows it—but your body can’t help but jump at any opportunity that opens where you have him for yourself. Where you’re alone with him, without the rest of the world yelling at you just how hurt you will be, just how wrong it is to have feelings Yoongi.

“Holy fuck. Are those Spongebob knee-socks?” Yoongi laughs, and heat covers your chest in embarrassment. Oh fuck—you forgot about those.

“They are very comfortable, okay? Shut up. You can go away if you’re just gonna annoy me like that.”

“Sorry, doll. They’re cute. Very you style.”

You pause at that, “Me style? What the hell does that mean?”

Yoongi shrugs, “They’re just very you. Dunno how to explain it.”

You give him a suspicious look before whispering a small ‘okay’, ignoring the butterflies that fly around the flowers that bloom inside your heart, and you can only hope they won’t be poison to your soul.

He follows you to the sofa after you lock your door, and once he sees what is on your TV, he can’t help but let out a little laugh.

“You’re watching the notebook?”

“Don’t you dare shame me. This movie is a fucking masterpiece.” You huff as you sit on the corner of the couch, and Yoongi chuckles, sitting on the other side, and you’re grateful for the distance between your bodies.

You wouldn’t even want to know how your night would end if he had sitten next to you.

“You got lucky. I literally just started watching it.”

The movie plays, and two hours go by like nothing as you engross yourself with the movie. You couldn’t help yourself to catch glimpses of Yoongi as you both watched the film, your eyes scanning every inch of his beautiful face, your heart screaming for his body to get closer to yours, for you to feel his warmth as if he were yours.

You were completely, utterly mesmerized by the beautiful features that adorn his face. His eyes, twin embers that completely take hold of your being, stop the breath of your lungs, and you can’t function.

You begin to wonder, entering the deadly waters that are to imagine—what would it be like if he were yours?

You yearn to speak, to unveil your heart and get rid of this burden that is carrying this love in silence. Yet your words falter, and you can’t seem to find your voice in his presence. How could you tell your heart beats for him when all he will do is slip through your hands when the words come out of your mouth?

You need more time with him until you have the courage to let him go.

The film finishes and you can sense your eyes and throat stinging from the last scene. Fuck, why did you choose such an emotional film?

“Doll, are you crying?” Yoongi teases with a chuckle, and you grab a pillow, throwing it on his face with all the force you have in your arms.

“Shut the f-fuck up.” You sniffle, and Yoongi continues laughing.

“Asshole.” You scoff, and Yoongi continues to giggle for a little while before you feel a sudden presence beside you. Arms wrap around your crying frame, and your head falls to a chest. His chest.

“I had no idea you were so emotional,” Yoongi chuckles, and you cry even more when you feel slow taps on your head.

The film is long forgotten inside your head, and silent tears fall to your cheeks as your heart pleads for this to be real, for this to last forever, for time to stop and for you to stay here, with him, just like this.

As if he were yours.

As if you were together.

“God,” You sniffle while rubbing your red nose, “This is embarrassing. Ugh.”

“Nah, it’s not. It would be worse if you were an ugly crier.” Yoongi laughs lightly, and you smack his chest while letting out a small chuckle.

“I can’t believe you’re not crying.” Yoongi continues to pat your head, and you can’t help but feel this is oddly domestic. It feels natural, so right that your heart can’t help but ease into the fog of hope that everything will be okay.

It’s dangerous, to forget about the pain in your heart, and maybe you will pay the price later.

“I don’t cry, doll.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, yeah, you’re the cold fuckboy without feelings and all that.”

Yoongi snorts, “Yeah.”

“Y’know, crying doesn’t make you weak. Just saying. It can actually make you much more relieved. It’s therapeutic.”

Yoongi hums, “I just haven’t felt like crying in a long time.”

You should let go already.

Staying like this, under his arms when you’re so vulnerable is dangerous. But no sense of danger would ever compare to the feeling of letting yourself go, of falling without the fear of reaching the ground.

“What’s your favourite fruit?”

You furrow your eyebrows and almost laugh at the question, “What?”

“I asked what your favourite fruit is.”

“Uh, I heard it. Why? That’s so random, dude.”

Yoongi clicks his tongue, “I’m not good at dealing with people crying. I’m trying my best here, damn.”

You chuckle, “Aw, that’s cute of you.”

“Shut up and answer the damn question.”

“Jeez okay,” you snort at his defensiveness—maybe you should call him cute more often. “Hm, I’d say apples.”

“Ew.” Yoongi scrunches his face, “Tangerines are so much better.”

“I’m guessing that’s your favourite fruit?” Your lips tug into a small smile while you feel your small tears dry up.

“Fuck yeah, they’re the best thing in this world.”

“They taste disgusting.” You make a small gag sound, and Yoongi scoffs at your words. “Makes sense why you like them.”

“Are you calling me disgusting?” Yoongi stops patting your head, and you can’t help the smirk on your lips.

Teasing and getting on Yoongi’s nerves is your favourite pastime—he falls right into your trap, and you absolutely love it. Who would have thought a man with a reputation such as his could be so easy to lure onto your trap?

“Mmm, maybe.”

You finally have the courage to take your head off his chest, and when your eyes catch him, you feel the world stop. Time is nothing and the universe is only inside his eyes.

“Mm, I’m not so disgusting when you let me fuck you, now am I, doll?” Yoongi chuckles, and you bite your lip, your eyes never leaving his.

“You have a good dick, what can I say?” You shrug, trying hard to contain your smile when his tongue presses on his cheek.

“Fuck, doll. Can I kiss you?” Yoongi whispers, placing his hand on your cheeks.

Your heartbeat picks up its pace.

“You pinky promised no funny business, Yoongi.” You whisper back, eyes falling to his luscious mouth.

“But this isn’t anything funny,” Yoongi smirks lazily and you scoff.

“Fuck you.” Your hand grabs his black t-shirt, and his addicting lips are on yours in mere seconds.

Fuck you for making me feel this way. Fuck you for distracting me. Fuck you for letting me fall in love with you.

bedroom tapes | series masterlist

› summary. a tale of you and jungkook’s relationship from the beginning, to what everyone but him initially thought was the end and your bond’s surprising recrudescence. or, in simpler words, a series of events based on jakob’s “bedroom tapes” ep.

› genre. college au, friends with benefits to lovers to exes to lovers (basically more or less f2l with a few more complications), fluff, a whole lotta angst, smut 

› series warnings. foul language, mental breakdown, commitment issues, pregnancy mentions, mention of past abusive relationships, communication problems, sexual harassment, explicit sexual content (there will be chapter specific warnings)

› series word count. tba

› a/n. i was listening to one of my favourite music projects of all time when the sudden idea of turning my interpretation of the songs and the story they tell into a fanfic hit me so here we are. this is something i came up with up with a few months ago and it’s an idea i honestly can’t get out of my head anymore so here it is! i hope you enjoy this story just as much as i do. also please check out jakob’s (formally known as jakob ogawa) music! it’s so good.

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The One (Teaser)

Pairing: Jungkook x OC (reader)

Genre: angst, smut, fluff.

Au: soulmate au.

Warning: None for the teaser. The main part will have smut.

Rating: 18+

Summary: Jungkook is your next-door neighbour, friend, batchmate and well.....soulmate. You never told him that though. Why? Because he despises the idea of soulmates.

Word Count: 476

A/N: I never thought I would write a soulmate au but here we are 🙄😥. Let me know what you think of the teaser, I LOVE HEARING FROM YOU GUYS.

You were eighteen when the mark appeared on the right side of your hip. A star.

Some call it 'the soulmate mark', some call it 'the forever mark', some call it 'the love mark', there are various names for it.

You never called it anything in particular, though. When you became familiar with the concept of soulmates and the mark, you just thought all of these names stand true and are applicable, hence couldn't choose just one.

You see, the mark, that you're talking about, helps you identify your soulmate. What was somewhat astonishing to you was the fact that this mark is unique to each pair of soulmates. You remember thinking that it was impossible. There are seven billion people in the world which means 3.5 billion unique marks. However, you gave up on that calculation when you learned that these marks are never recycled.

There is no fixed age for when this mark will appear. It's always in black ink and can be often mistaken as a tattoo. Some are born with it but in most cases, it appears out of nowhere. The mark can appear anywhere on your body. From a wave right under the eye to a butterfly behind the ear, you have seen it all.

The various types of marks used to make you very curious as to what yours will look like. Your wondering mind would often lead you to more questions. When the mark will appear? Will the area of the mark burn? If it does, would it be a nice burn or an annoying intolerable kind of burn?

Your younger self just couldn't wait for the mark to show up. So, when the five-point star appeared on your skin, you were elated.

With the mark appearing, the previous questions were answered. There was no burn whatsoever, it appeared just like that, you didn't feel a single thing.

But that didn't get you rid of questions because soon after that, brand new questions started popping up in your mind.

What happens now? Who is your soulmate? When and how will you meet your soulmate? What is he like? Does he have the same preferences as you or is he completely different?

You didn't have to wait long to find the answers.

You were walking through the gate of your university when you spotted Jungkook a few metres away from you. He was laughing with his head thrown back and that's when you spotted the exact same star on his collarbone.

Not to be dramatic but it felt like the entire world stopped spinning.

Jungkook is your soulmate.

You stood there like a statue for some time wondering how you should mention to him that you have the same mark, but your thoughts couldn't go any far because another realisation clicked into place.

Jungkook doesn't want a soulmate.

“I’ve heard them whisper on the streets how I am not a Dragon, but a Mad Tiger. So be it. The people know nothing of madness. But they will learn soon enough.” - Lee Yoon - Shadow’s Birthright

“For all my life, I’ve had this scar. I can’t imagine my life without it. It’s a part of me and I’m not ashamed of it. But you? You will now feel the shame of this scar we now both share...” - Min Yoongi - Shadow’s Birthright

“Humans are insolent creatures because they know nothing of everything else other than to destroy. They hate what they don’t understand, even if there is nothing to understand.”

“But you were once human.”

“A long time ago.”

Fandom: VIXX/ Vampire the Masquerade

Fandom work: “Star of Fate” by Admin L of thebiasrekkers

“Princeps..... what does that actually mean to you? I am a leader by blood and now by choice. I choose to lead this clan with my authority and now I choose to have you serve me.” “How kind of you.” “I should think so.”

Fandom: VIXX/ Vampire the Masquerade

Fandom work: “Star of Fate” by Admin L of thebiasrekkers

Addiction | jjk (Teaser)

As the sun broke through the canopy of trees, time continued to pass. The leaves changed colors. Snow covered the world in a soft blanket of white. The snow melted into torrents of rain that gave birth to a wide array of wild flowers that littered over the entirety of the mountain. The smell of dew drops clinging to branches and leaves permeated the air and as a breath was taken, another bell chime rang out over the land.

Melding with the soft tones was a woman’s voice; a song dancing and weaving with the wind as it sailed through the skies - vanishing into the clouds. The sun disappeared, causing her raven curls and brown skin to blend into an even darker tint. Thunder rumbled in the distance and the last words of the song clung to the impending darkness, followed by a delicate silence.

Her hair whipped in every direction as the wind picked up speed. Slowly, she turned to look behind her but her face was hidden in shadows. Her silk robes of dark purple shook from the errant gusts swirling around her. She extended an arm out, her palm holding a single milky pearl in its center. Even in the darkness, it seemed to have a faint glow about it.

And then there was a whisper.

A whisper of a name.

Her name.

“...Vitani.”

Fandom: BTS Genre: Urban Fantasy!AU Fandom Work: “Addiction: A Gumiho Tale” by Admin E of The BiasRekkers

COMING SOON!

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idk why 🥺 but this invoked the feelings in me and i have felt things i have not felt in a long time. i’m internally shrieking and squealing and 🥺🥺🥺 bc there’s something about this that makes me so excited and happy!! awh i don’t think i’ve come across this au before and it’s so wonderful to see one of my fav authors writing one!! this is such a cool concept and i’m totally in love witj it as much as i’m in love with park jimin :(( honestly the last line made me squeal and janwkwkwkkekekemmekdkfkkddkd i’m so sorry i’m a mess of emotions even tho it’s not that late yet but this was exactly what i needed to indulge in my fantasies hehe 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 thank you for sharing this smol bit!! i luv ur writings so much :((

immortelle | pjm — preview

genre ⇢ immortal au

pairing ⇢ park jimin x reader

— summary; an old romance of yours wanders into the beach resort you live at fifty years after you saw him for the last time. what surprises you the most is the fact that he looks exactly the same.

inspired by ⇢ a prompt from Pinterest.

“Long time no see.”

Turning around to face the person of the voice, you prepare yourself for a conversation you never thought would happen. You plaster on a smile, trying your best to hide the surprised expression you had worn just seconds ago.

“Park Jimin,” you beam, smiling at him. “What a surprise!”

He smirks at you, his eyes running you over as you stand before him in your bikini. As if approving, he nods and looks back at you. As much of a surprise it was to you to see him here, just the same amount of surprise had overwhelmed Jimin once he realized who was standing in front of him.

“You look just as beautiful as the last time I saw you,” he claims, his charms shining brightly through him, the small smile on his lips not failing to make your knees weak just like fifty years ago, “didn’t even age a day.”

You raise an eyebrow at him as if challenging him to reveal you here in front of people who could be listening.

“Makes two of us.”

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black swan [series teaser.]

⇢ pairing(s): professional dancer!park jimin x figure skater!reader.

⇢ rating: 16+, mature.

⇢ genre: angst, eventual smut, fluff, e2l, fake dating!au, corrupted idol!au, dancer!au, figure!au.

⇢ summary: a life of skating was all you’d ever known, your heart craving the feeling of ice beneath your feet and the light brush of cool air against your skin under thousands of sparkling lights… what a shame, if only you’d known that one night, one accident could rip you from the life you’d grown to love, leaving your career in the unsteady hands of the prince of ballet, park jimin.

⇢ warning(s): please read! heavy angst, jimin is a bit of a mess tbh, mentions of injuries, arguments, reader and jimin never get along, love…square?, emotinal distress, eventual smut. for future reference, i’ll tag each chapter with its own individual warnings!

⇢ author’s note(s): eeeeeeee!! my darlings i’m so excited to announce my first proper multichapter fic! black swan!! i’ve had this idea since around the time of map of the soul: seven’s release and have been planning and writing viciously since april !! im so excited to share this with you guys and hope you enjoy it. the first chapter will be released 18/07/2020! please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list ( by comment, ask or dm!) or you can add yourself here!

“c’mon now jimin…”

“shit, hoseok… you’re supposed to be helping me— not setting up for failure by partnering me with a skater who’ll ruin my fucking career!”

you frown, the word partner rising in the conversation for a second time. you whisper the offending word before you can even realise, saying it more so to yourself than anyone else— but when park jimin turns to you, cheeks red and contrasting with the blue of his hair, slender fingers raised to point at you accusingly— you realise you might have said it louder than you initially planned. you blink, body shuddering with nerves as if a cold sweep has engulfed your small body— but it’s an uncomfortable cold, nothing like the chill when you hit the ice for an early morning practice with taehyung, shavings from your skates against the smooth surface flying up and brushing against your lower legs.

it was nothing like that.

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Far Cry 🚀 Chapter 53

As soon as he arrived, pissed at everything and with adrenaline still in his system, he remembered something that had him running upstairs to their room. He knew where she kept her things and he wouldn’t have ever touched them, but it was an emergency. It didn’t take long to find; his eyes immediately set on her inside the dresser drawer next to some dry blue flowers. She was smiling right at him.

He caressed the ripped edge of the photo, staring at it as he held onto her pillow. It was silly, maybe even pathetic, but those little things gave him what he needed. Not that he could forget for a second what she looked or smelled like, but they were tangible objects that he could use to ground himself and not break into a raging mess.

Far Cry passed 400k posted words 🥳😵

I have to speed up and finish writing part II instead of adding more chapters goddamn it!!

Meanwhile, I think I'll start using this banner 😊🤔

Far Cry 🚀 Chapter 54

He nodded and closed his eyes, feeling the light touch of her fingers on his hair. He couldn’t say no to her. He didn’t understand completely, but wanting to feel each other was something he could relate to. She rolled her hips gently over him and his eyebrows knitted. Just the hint of her moved something inside him he couldn’t explain. Something visceral, maybe animalistic, but also spiritual. He missed being complete, he needed it too. So when she kissed him again, he didn’t hold back.

Far Cry 🚀 Chapter 55

Judging by the piercings and tattoos, anyone could look at Jungkook and think he was a rude or rebellious guy. It was funny to her that he was anything but.

“Won’t you… stand by my side?”

He leaned to touch her forehead with his, “You don’t have to ask, I’m not going anywhere.”

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He thought back to dancing with her and to realizing he wanted to touch her, and to their moments together, whether fortuitous or planned. The two of them dancing at that wedding party, their date by the waterfall; those were the last moments they had been together happily. They were still worried and stressed then, but at least they were together, holding each other, staying close. His body under the shower reacted to those memories, and he remembered the last time he felt her. She was injured but still wanted to feel him, and he promised he’d love her again when she was healed. 

I just need to feel you. Us.

He groaned; she had voiced it so clearly, and he was so taken by her, by her need, by her love.

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“Because people aren’t that fucking crazy, not even her,” he finally said, facing her again.

“But she is.”

“Leah.”

“She can do whatever she wants, and you just go with it.”

“That’s fucking insane, I’d never—”

Just a little more. “She’ll drug you, and you’ll even excuse her.”

“It’s not like that! I would never—”

He took a step closer to her, and she instantly tried to make a run for the door, but he was faster. He caught her easily, pressing her to the wall, and he kept calling her name, but she wouldn’t listen. She struggled, trying to get free, but his hands were unmovable from her shoulders, so she palmed around. Her hand caught her pistol on the table nearby, and she didn’t think twice.

I'm so excited about the end of part II, you have nooo idea 👀

Far Cry 🚀 Chapter 63

He looked down to kiss her hand and stopped. It was only then that he noticed her forearm had a new addition, and she let him turn it gently so the lights could reveal it. His lips trembled as he drew a single finger around the petals.

“I thought you should know that you’ll always find in me someone who loves you unconditionally.”

His bloodshot eyes jumped to her, as did his arm, crushing her to him. He didn’t want to let go of their bloodied hands, but he needed her to fuse with him already. She could have chosen so many things to represent him in her body, and he would have been alright with any of them. A treble clef, a microphone, his birthday, the day they met, a Ying and Yang cycle, a bunny, a cookie— Heck, anything she could have wanted! Everything would have been fine because it would be him, marked on her skin, forever. But she just had to choose the one thing—

He pulled back only enough to press her lips and kiss her desperately, tasting the sweet and the salt from both their tears, before he whispered to her cheek, “I love you, I love you, I love you—”

I know, this one was a tough wait, but it's 20.7k words of goodness, promise! 💜

The chapter is out on [AO3] and [Wattpad]!

Part III begins October 22nd 😋😘

Honey - Kim Namjoon (teaser)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ― yandere! namjoon, descriptions of smut, mentions of obsession, conflicting feelings for reader (only for this teaser)

𝐰𝐜 ― 416

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 ― fluff, smut, angst, yandere

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝗼𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ― Namjoon is, to put it politely, possessive and doesn’t like to see anyone touching what belongs to him. Including the nineteen-year-old college student, he’s been funding, for the past year. So, when he constantly sees her flirting, with one of those pathetic frat boys, who only want to fuck her and leave, he isn’t too thrilled.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ― @cyjsfairy @sweetjellyfishland

𝐧𝗼𝐭𝐞 ― i don’t know the exact date this will be released, but it will definitely be sometime before or during may, not time after though. please let me know of any spelling or grammar errors, i tried to double check but if i missed anything, please let me know.

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NOT IN THAT WAY | JJK (Teaser)

summary in which you're hopelessly in love with your best friend, min yoongi. meanwhile, your other best friend, jeon jungkook, is hopelessly in love with you.

: ̗̀➛ based on a request <3

f2l, non idol!jk x f!reader (ft. min yoongi)

[smut, angst, fluff] childhood best friends to lovers (bc apparently that's all i write now!), pining, unrequited love everywhereee, happy ending for mcs because cmon now... its me 😭 i'm a simppp sawry

teaser word count 500 (sfw, cursing)

full fic word count around 10k (nsfw)

release date aiming for wed 31-july

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The sound of your phone vibrating in your back pocket rips you from your emotional turmoil. You clear your throat awkwardly, pulling the device from your jeans before standing from the couch and walking toward the kitchen.

"Hey, bug. I've got Jia. She's sleeping in the back." Jungkook's voice soothes the crease in your brow before you even realize it. "I'm going to drop her at her mom's, and then I'll come back to grab you. Is Yoongi okay?"

"Yes—kkkhmm—yes, he's fine. Okay, I'll see you when you get here." Yep, of course your voice broke. He's not going to let that slide.

"Bug?" His tone softens suddenly, and you don't know why, but your eyes well up instantly. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"Mhm," you swallow the cry that threatens to slip through your lips, glancing back at Yoongi who now has his head in his hands, elbows pressed to his knees. "I'm okay, Gukkie. Get Jia there safe and I'll see you soon, okay?"

Jungkook goes quiet for a long second at your quivering voice. "No, bug. I'm gonna come get you first. Tell me why you're crying, please."

"I'll tell y—" your voice cracks again and you roll your teary eyes, wiping your free hand harshly over your eyes. "'ll tell you later, Gukkie. Can you just take Jia to her mom's, please?"

He goes quiet again, and if it weren't for the sound of his windshield wipers squeaking against the glass, you would have thought he hung up.

Jungkook's fingers tighten around the steering wheel as he fights the urge to turn the car around right now and drive back to get you. If Yoongi is the reason you're crying... Fuck, he can't even think about that.

"I'll be back to get you in thirty minutes, okay?" he manages to say, his pulse pounding.

"Thank you, Gukkie. Love you, please drive safe."

"I love you too, bug," he sighs before letting you disconnect the call.

Jungkook glances up at his rearview mirror to see a sleeping Jia sprawled out on his backseat, soft snores escaping her lips. He doesn't entirely dislike Jia, but he can't ignore how poorly she treats you, no matter how much you try to convince him otherwise.

What kind of person feels the need to one-up their friend in every aspect of life? What kind of person knows about the insecurities that their beautiful, amazing friend has, but discredits them and forces them outside their comfort zone anyway? What kind of person learns about the deep feelings their friend harbors for someone, and shortly after, goes for that person just to prove they can?

Whether Jia does it subconsciously or not, whether you notice or not, whether her intentions are ill or not, Jungkook sees everything.

At the end of the day, it's you that he cares about. You are his best friend. You are the love of his life. You are the one he will protect at all costs when it comes down to it.

You will not get hurt in the crossfire of Yoongi and Jia's fucked-up relationship. Jungkook will make sure of that.

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tutor jk fic has been postponed 'til after this 11 month overdue request...im gonna cry. full ask from the amazing&gorgeous specimen who sent it in will be posted on release day!! sorry for such a short preview - i don't wanna spoil too much since the fics only 10k

—i'll try to do tags properly this time 🙈 so leave a comment if you'd like to join the tag list <3

3:23 (don’t go, stay) pt. 1 TEASER || JJK

Pairing: f! reader x jungkook 

Teaser word count: 1200+

Genre(s): fluff, romance, strangers to lovers, slight angst if you squint; neighbor au, pre-debut Jungkook au, pre-debut au, comic book artist Jungkook au, apartment au, neighbor au

Warnings: cursing, mentions of jungkook’s penis (yeah yeah... he sleeps naked ofc), brief injury (jk hurts himself bc he’s a dork); descriptions of anxiety and fear (jungkook is scared for a sec, oops); nudity mentions, jungkook is a little horny (what can I say....), jungkook gets a hard on lol; he’s also down bad pathetic crushing and is super clumsy, and brief mentions of home robberies (lol this feels random, but it isn’t I swear)

Audience: 18+ (minors, DNI!)

Summary: Jungkook has had a couple of awkward run-ins with his pretty upstairs neighbor, who he may or may not be secretly pining over, and one night, she pays him an unexpected visit. 

 “My patio, though. Did you fall? I heard a thud.”

“Are you flirting with me? I’ve heard that pickup line before, but yours sounds a little different.”

He smiles. “I wouldn’t use pickup lines like those with you.”

A/N: WOOO! my first jungkook fic!! We recently got his birth time, and thus this title was born lol! I’ve been working on this baby for a few months now, and it’s still a work in progress, but I feel good about finishing it soon! It’s been a bumpy ride with this one since it’s my first lengthy fic (over 9k words atm... sheesh!) that will be a part of a short series. For this teaser, I’ve included an excerpt from the story just to share a little piece of what I’m working on hehe. I’m very excited and a little nervous, but if you’re here, I’m glad to have you here. Thank you for giving my work a shot <3 (ps. italics indicate jungkook’s inner thoughts)

 a big thank you to my lovely beta’s: @cherrysoulth @the-boy-meets-evil​ and @jeonjcngkook​ you’ve all helped me shape my fic and have been so helpful, and I am so so grateful. truly. seriously. thank you for brain storming with me, for reading my work, and for being so sweet and so supportive.

a special thank you to @itaeewon​ for the lovely banner! I love it so so much <3

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Jungkook lies motionless with his eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, mouthing along to Namjoon’s words.“Pursue it, and don't worry about the group, is all I ask.” He sighs. How could he not worry about the guys? He’s twenty-five. Most idols start out much younger, and the mandatory enlistment is already so near for his hyungs.

It’s bad timing, is all. My comic book can wait. 

He wants to sleep, so he turns over, laying flat on his stomach, facing his wall. Resting his full body weight on his flaccid penis is slightly uncomfortable, but he ignores it. It’s the type of restless night that he has no chance up against, and even with his eyes closed, he feels painfully awake. Jungkook is thinking of her again—her pretty smile, the pink sundress she wore in the elevator, her ability to look him in the eyes and not shy away—and it’s almost like she's here, in the same room with him. He pictures the sundress again, the way it clung to her frame, highlighting every curve. Man, I want her. He shifts his hips around, surprising himself with an erection.

The thud strikes again suddenly, and he sits up, alarmed. Shit, is that here? Like outside my apartment? Jungkook squints in the darkness, bringing a hand to the nightstand to fetch his glasses. Any sign of his spontaneous arousal disappears. 

“Bam?” He calls out in a sluggish voice.  The clock beside him flashes bright red numbers at him. 3:23. “Ah, shit,” Jungkook mumbles, turning the clock away. A sound he can’t distinguish comes from his left, directly outside his bedroom. “It’s like home alone,” he says to no one.

Jungkook rests his head against the wall, the texture cold against his feverish face. He can hear the sound of a muffled conversation. “Shit, that’s right here, right outside,” he mumbles, stepping back. He reaches over mechanically to switch on the lamp beside him. 

Now, Jungkook is painfully aware of his nakedness and frenetically searches for bottoms to change into. He’s thinking about how his legs don’t feel like his own as he walks to the chair by the door, where he sees basketball shorts. It’s like sleepwalking. Even though he’s awake, Jungkook feels as though he might’ve actually fallen asleep, and this is some strange anxiety dream he’s creating to cope with his qualms about submitting his comic. Still, he goes along with it, quietly changing into the shorts, walking out into his living room, and ducking his head when he passes the glass patio door. 

Cursing under his breath, annoyed at himself for forgetting to throw on a shirt, Jungkook shakes his head at himself. I don't want to fight an intruder shirtless and commando in basketball shorts, damn.  But he feels a rush of adrenaline as he crouches behind a potted plant; he can’t help it. 

Jungkook stays like that for a while until he hears a sound again. Rising from his crouched position, he walks toward the back patio window, pulling back the curtain to peer out. He feels a strange tightness in his chest, and his hands tremble slightly. A shameful part of him is relieved that he’s alone and no one is around to see how shaken up he is. 

He whistles quietly, calling to Bam, forgetting his brother is watching over him tonight. Craning his neck, he glances around his balcony patio and sees nothing. “Bam, come here,” his whispering is frantic. He whistles again, patting his leg lightly—nothing. You’re okay. It’s nothing. It’s probably the cats again tipping over the plants. Just fix it tomorrow. Now, go back to bed. You need it. Jungkook is about to whistle once more when he remembers. His eyebrows knit together; shaking his head, he places his fingertips on his eyelids, murmuring a lamented, “Ah.”

Thinking better of it, he draws the curtain back again and sighs with relief before taking note of a figure crouched behind a chair with a hand shooting up to rub their head. Panic washes over him. His inner monologue consists of a string of every curse word he can think of as he ducks out of view. Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s a person. If he’d been afraid earlier, now he’s downright petrified.

Desperate, he looks around the room for a weapon—anything. Jungkook stands still, breathing in heavy gulps of air, cradling his head as he adjusts his vision to the darkness of the living room. ‘Can’t even turn a fucking light on,’ he thinks as he drops to the ground and crawls around his living room. His home’s silence unsettles him. Jungkook can hear the nothingness aside from his ragged breathing, so he pinches the skin on his arm and hisses at the sharp pain. Okay, real life it is. His bare knees skid against the hard flooring, and his clammy palms slip beneath him; his heart is thudding hard and fast, the blood pooling between his ears. He’s scowling, chewing his lower lip, his chest heaving as he fumbles a hand under the couch; he fingers a cold object and remembers what it is. Aha! He comes up with a golf club Taehyung left behind a few nights ago. I love you, Taehyung!

Jungkook grips the golf club until his knuckles take on a pale color. Having a weapon gives him a newfound sense of security, and like before, he’s fantasizing about kicking someone’s ass. “You come to my house at three in the morning? My house?” he says as he walks through his living room. 

He draws the curtain again, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness; he sees the figure facing away from him and hunching over, a phone glowing against their face. He can call the police, and he almost wants to, but to avoid the drama from a police visit at three in the morning, he decides against it. Imagine the guys find out I called the police? He shudders at the thought. The intruder looks small anyway.

Jungkook reaches for the doorknob and pulls back the door. It’s a lot chillier than he’d anticipated. He folds his arms over his bare chest instantly, the skin covered in goosebumps—his teeth chatter of their own accord. 

“Don't move!” He raises the golf club in a mid-swing position, ready to strike. The person shifts around, holding up the hand with the phone. “I said, ‘Don’t move’!” He sounds ridiculous, but he doesn't care. In the shadows, he watches the phone’s glow shut off. “I called the police, so don’t try anything. They’re on the way.” His voice doesn't even sound like his own. He takes a few steps toward the stranger, his grip tightening around the golf club. His heart is heavy in his chest. 

It’s hard to make out the features of this person, but they rise, walk toward the dim light spilling from the neighbor’s window, and soon enough, he can see them. The intruder looks straight at him, and he’s met with wide eyes staring at him.

It’s her. She squints at Jungkook with a hand on her hip, and she smiles warmly. Damn! If this were an animation, she’d have a halo effect.

A/N: let me know what you think! i love to read your sentiments towards my work, it fuels me hehe. thank you for being here! :]

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