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Sweeter than Sweet is truely a masterpiece. A beautiful story that I look forward to continuing reading.
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Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Jimin x Yoongi, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader, Jungkook x reader + others as the story progresses
Warnings: Angst
Word count: 6.1K
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It takes a little while for you to collect yourself sufficiently enough to be able to be able to carry on the conversation the three of you so pressingly need to have, but luckily both Jimin and Yoongi are nothing if not patient with you. Leant back against Jimin’s chest, he runs his fingers through your hair and presses gentle kisses along your shoulder as they wait for your tears to cease. Yoongi sits at his side, their shoulders touching, and you’re not ignorant to the way his palm is rubbing soothingly up and down the swell of Jimin’s thigh in a gesture of silent reassurance.
Nova wanders her way over to join you as your sniffles start to die out, approaching cautiously with her large, feline eyes fixed firmly on you. She winds herself around your legs when she gets to you, emitting a low, comforting purr as she does so, and when Yoongi makes a soft kissing noise a moment later she clambers her way onto his lap, nudging her head against the vampire’s chin before curling up in a neat ball of black fuzz, content. The fingers of his free hand instantly begin to card through her fur, and on witnessing it you can’t help but weakly smile.
For someone who had so vehemently expressed his displeasure at the idea of sharing a room with her when you’d first started sleeping together as a trio, they sure do get along. Nova never used to sleep on the bed until Yoongi arrived but now she’s almost always in there with the three of you, her slender body stretched out at the end of the bed, directly underneath the eldest vampire’s feet.
“ Hyung ,” Jimin calls softly, and it’s been so long since anyone spoke that it almost makes you jump, “Fetch some tissues?” Yoongi starts to move and Nova’s head jerks upward, glaring accusingly up at him.
“I’m alright,” you say, giving a slight shake of your head, “I’m ok.” Instead of tissues you use the sleeves of Sam’s top to dry your eyes, thankful that you’d gone without the make-up she’d offered to you earlier. Snot might well come out in the wash but mascara might’ve been a whole different story.
Another silence settles then, following that. There’s no tension left in the air but the atmosphere remains heavy - full of the things that yet remain unsaid and the consequential emotions that remain from those that have - and you know it won’t get better unless you keep on talking, keep on pushing through, no matter how hard it might be.
“There’s something else I need to tell you,” you begin nervously, tugging at your dampened sleeve. Jimin’s firm body suddenly solidifies even further behind you as you announce that, tensing himself as though he’s bracing for another blow, but Yoongi’s expression remains slightly softer, his hand shifting from Jimin’s thighs onto yours.
“Go on,” he encourages, just the slightest flicker of trepidation in his eyes.
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Love this chapter.
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Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Jimin x Yoongi, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader, Jungkook x reader + others as the story progresses
Warnings: Fluff. Such fluff. Author attempts to be funny (with varying levels of success)
Word count: 5K
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Despite whatever reservations the group may have harboured about your wishes to seek out employment when you’d initially voiced them, not one of them had then attempted to interfere with your plans after Hoseok had given his blessings, and for that, you’re truly grateful. Sure, Jimin had still layered on the warnings to stay alert and stay safe pretty thick - and continues to do so now - but for the most part he’d been nothing but supportive and had seemed sincere in his congratulations when you’d come home with nothing but good news and a bounce in your step following your interview at the bar; a contributing member of society once more.
‘Interview’ was probably too formal a word for what it was, actually. What your hiring had actually consisted of was a nervous car ride into town with Taehyung playing chauffeur and what then can only have been a fifteen-minute chat with the manager, Jack, as he’d juggled his attention between you and the patrons. He’d shuffled up and down the bar to fetch their orders in an impressive display of multitasking, pouring drinks and talking back and forth with you over his shoulder, his smile just as kind as you’d always noted it to be during your many visits over the past few years.
As luck would have it, Jack’s staffing situation had actually become even more dire since you’d first seen the ‘help wanted’ sign in the window during your visit with Yoongi a few weeks back. One of his most loyal employees had been taken ill unexpectedly - right in the middle of the holiday season - and didn’t look like likely to return any time soon, so when you’d told him how eager you were to work all the night shifts he had to offer Jack had regarded you like you might just be a dream come true. No inquiries about whether you’d had any prior experience, just a question of how soon you could start, and within the week you’re already three shifts in and enjoying your new found vocation.
And sure, you might be a little slow at mixing cocktails or pouring pints, and maybe you might’ve accidentally given away a couple of drinks for free when you’d gotten so flustered about having kept someone waiting that you’d forgotten to charge, but honestly, Jack just seems glad of the help. He doesn’t even inquire as to why you insist on wearing a scarf around your neck throughout the entirety of your shifts, or why you have to pause to occasionally catch your breath when you get a little dizzy; face turning pale.
It’s at moments such as these that Yoongi will suddenly appear at the bar and ask if you’re alright, emerging from whichever spot he’ll have been loitering in, keeping an eye on your safety throughout the night. It’s at his insistence that he does so, though he’s promised it won’t be forever; just until you’ve been there a while and they’re confident you’ll be safe. Secretly, you have a theory that he rather likes coming along with you and losing himself in the anonymity of the crowd, and more than once you’re sure you’ve seen him eyeing up the piano from across the room, fingers twitching as if he’s longing to play again. You hope that eventually he’ll work up the courage to do so, and when he does you’ll be sure to have a celebratory shot waiting for him at the bar.
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Seriously hot and sexy. Well done Steph well worth the wait.
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Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Jimin x Yoongi, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader, Jungkook x reader + others as the story progresses
Warnings: Smut; fingering, handjobs, oral sex (male and female receiving), daddy kink, degradation, unprotected sex, blood-drinking, anal play (male and female receiving), multiple orgasms, sloppy seconds.
Word count: 11.5K
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A present? For you?
You’re not naive; you know that there can only be one thing to which Jimin’s referring to - only one gift that he could possibly mean.
Are you ready for such intimacy for the two of them again, after everything that happened? Will it feel the same as it did before? As you look back into Jimin’s loving eyes, chewing apprehensively on your bottom lip, it’s these anxieties that plague your mind, and as if sensing your hesitation, Yoongi’s lips press to the space behind your ear to kiss you softly.
“It’s your choice, princess,” he assures you, patient despite the arousal-induced roughness you can hear lacing his tone. “We can wait for you, as long as you need.” Your gaze rises from where it’d been rested on your lap to meet Jimin’s, reassured by the tender smile he wears.
His thumb caresses back and forth along the curve of your cheek as they wait for your reply - Yoongi’s lips lowering to your shoulder to skim subsequent kisses over the soft wool of your sweater - and with each and every act of physical affection with which they lavish you, you become all the more certain of your own mind; your own wants and desires.
“No,” you utter quietly, and for a second you see Jimin’s eyebrows furrow with concern, his hand stilling against your cheek. You turn your head, pressing a kiss to his palm before looking back with a timid smile. “I don’t want to wait anymore. I want you.” Turning your head the opposite way, you glance over your shoulder to Yoongi, smile broadening as he seizes the opportunity to graze a kiss to the corner of your lips. “I want both of you.”
“The feeling’s mutual, kitten,” Jimin tells you, mouth hovering over your other cheek, close enough for you to feel his breath but not the press of his lips; the tip of his nose nudging against your cheekbone. “We’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too.” Your voice comes out as a whisper, your eyes flopping closed as you instinctively turn towards Jimin’s mouth, seeking him out, and the younger vampire is too enamoured with you to want to tease. His lips press to yours as Yoongi’s find your neck, and the tentative kiss with which you begin doesn’t take long to deepen; so needful that it has insides clenching with want.
“Let’s take this off,” Jimin murmurs against your mouth as you feel his hands start to tug at the hem of your shirt under which Yoongi’s touch still lingers his, palm pressed firmly to your stomach.
With great difficulty, you resist the next kiss Jimin tries to silence you with, mindful of the rest of the vampires that remain next door, just metres away.
“What about the others?”
“What about them?” Yoongi grumbles against your throat, nipping at your flesh just hard enough to make a jolt of pleasure shoot straight down your spine, hardening your nipples underneath your sweater. Jimin smirks, undeterred by your concerns.
“If you’re worried about them hearing, then I guess you’d better learn to stay quiet, hm?” he muses, mischief in his eyes before they disappear from your view as he removes your sweater and then discards it on the nearby armchair.
“Do you think you can do that for us, princess?” Yoongi questions, voice pitched low.
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This is just pure perfection!! Also Jungkook is adorable, love him :)
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Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Jimin x Yoongi, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader, Jungkook x reader, Jin x reader.
Warnings: Mentions of death. Smut including oral sex.
Word count: 7.2
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I couldn’t resist including this beautiful piece I commissioned for this fic from @worldwidebt7. Many, many thanks to her <3
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The passage of time doesn’t mean much when you’re dead. Ten minutes or ten months could pass you by and you’d never know it. The dead don’t need to know - aren’t supposed to - but then they’re not exactly meant to wake up again, either, but that still doesn’t stop you.
It’s precisely four days, nine hours and thirty-six minutes after the event of your death that you come back to life, defying nature’s laws to suddenly sit bolt upright with a gasp of alarm. The sound of gunfire that had roused you has your eyes opening wide right from the moment you wake, clutching at your ribs exactly where the bullet had pierced your skin but finding none of the pain that you expect to feel.
Could you have imagined it all? It’d all felt so real - too real - the phantom burn in your lungs as you’d gasped so desperately for air still lingering on even now, days on.
The abruptness of your awakening is quick to draw attention but Taehyung is the first to react. Sat on the floor with his back against the sofa at which you’re busily staring in confusion, he’s swift to drop his game controller and clamber up onto his knees to face you, a hesitant smile blossoming on his face under your bewildered gaze.
“Jagi!” he shouts loud enough to nearly deafen you; the grip of his arms as he throws them around your neck tight enough to choke.
“Tae?” you croak as you slowly return his embrace, arms stiff. Your voice is so hoarse - your throat bone dry - but right now that’s the least of your concerns. You’re so disorientated, so totally thrown off balance when you look beyond Taehyung’s shoulder and realise that the scene around you has completely changed from the one you last remember.
The cold warehouse and carnage are long gone, replaced by the familiar surroundings of the manor living room and all its usual inhabitants. Your eyes meet Jungkook’s, his mouth falling open as he gawks up at you from where he’s sat on the rug, and when the sound of another gunshot makes you flinch in Taehyung’s embrace, Jungkook scrambles to pause the game that’s responsible for it.
Your gaze sweeps the room and finds every pair of eyes fixed solely on you. Hoseok and Jin… Yoongi and… Jimin. Everyone’s here - everyone except Sam and Namjoon - and whilst you’re inexplicably relieved to see that they’re all in one piece (save a few remaining bruises) your brain can’t quite seem to piece the scene together. You can’t even bring yourself to smile as Taehyung smooshes kisses against your cheek, too busy furrowing your brow as you struggle to recall the most recent fragments of your memory.
“Wh- what- How did… ?” Your voice is tinny, fragile from disuse. Clearing your throat, your frown deepens when all it seems to do is worsen the scratchy feeling that’s suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Taehyung’s oblivious to your discomfort but Yoongi picks up on it right away, and though it’s only been a matter of seconds since you awoke he’s quick to take action. He rises from his seat and crosses the room in the blink of an eye, his hand landing on Taehyung’s shoulder to cease the younger vampire’s enthusiastic jostling of your body.
“Give her some room.” As Yoongi pulls Taehyung back your hands find your throat, fingertips poking and prodding at where your tonsils lie. What had begun as in itch has very quickly begun to intensify - no longer a dry tickle but the sensation of someone clawing at the inside of your throat - so thirsty it’s as though you’ve never known water before. “You’re crowding-”
“Yoongi,” you rasp out, looking up at him as you clutch at your throat as it burns, panic widening your eyes. His full focus immediately switches to you, yanking Taehyung off of the sofa so that he can take the other vampire’s place and then gathers your hands in his to hold them tight. He spares no concern for Taehyung, but then Taehyung doesn’t exactly seem to mind, scooting backwards along the carpet to give you the space that Yoongi had commanded. “W-water, Yoon- I- So thirsty.” You can barely get your words out, pleading all you can with your eyes before Yoongi glances away and quickly snaps,
“Hyung, a pack.” Luckily, Jin had already been halfway out of his seat by the time Yoongi had spoken. He nods decisively, briskly leaving the room as Yoongi turns his attention back to you and smiles reassuringly, rubbing his thumbs across your knuckles. “It’s alright, princess,” he soothes but your eyes have already begun searching for Jimin in the midst of your panic, seeking his comfort as well.
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Still in love with vampire Jungkook, such a cutie pie. Once again Steph you have surpassed yourself with this amazing story. Namjoon makes you have so many feelings and poor Jimin going through so much guilt. Look forward to the next chapter.
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Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Jimin x Yoongi, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader, Jungkook x reader, Jin x reader, Hoseok x reader.
Warnings: Nil of note
Word count: 3.6k
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Sorry it’s not the longest of chapters, guys! I know you’ve been waiting a while for this one, so I thought it was better to do something shorter sooner, rather than you waiting even longer.
As much as you’d hoped Sam might call, she doesn’t.
Several days have passed since their break up, and just as he’d taken solace in your arms back then, Hoseok has continued to do so whenever and wherever he possibly can. Craving the intimacy he’s suddenly lost, he swings from one extreme to another; either throwing himself into work and disappearing for hours on end, to staying glued to your side when he is around, desperately in need of your affection.
It’s not as though you mind; more than happy to accommodate his desire to cuddle up to you on the couch, or play with your fingers when he’ll reach out and claim your hand. And once his brothers learn of what’s happened they’re understanding of his behaviour too, for the most part. Jealousy arises from someone you didn’t expect; surprised when it turns out to be Jungkook rather than Jimin who gets a little sulky at having Hoseok monopolise so much of your time. But it’s nothing major - easily smoothed over by you sneaking into his bed one morning before the rest of the house awakes and lavishing him in all the attention he should need.
Honestly, it’s a small mercy that Taehyung and Jin are less needy than the others or you’d never get a single moment to yourself.
Not that that keeps Jin from declaring himself as your favourite out of all of the vampires in the house - not including Jimin and Yoongi because apparently ‘they don’t count’.
“Of course it’s me,” he huffs out mid-dodge, leaning back to avoid Jungkook’s oncoming fist. “Have you seen me?” You see the younger vampire’s jaw tick, smothering laughter with a press of your lips at how spectacularly Jin’s plan to rile his opponent up is working.
“Your fat head makes a great target, you know.” Jungkook strikes again, his clenched fist connecting with the training pads Jin’s wearing with a satisfying smack - his swing so hard that his sparring partner staggers back, laughing good-naturedly. “Can you even get it up anymore, old man?” he goads as another punch is thrown, a kick to Jin’s padded shins following straight after that.
At the afront that appears on Jin’s face, you can no longer hold back the laughter you’d been keeping in. Your giggles distract Jungkook and he stops to turn and grin at you, pleased to make you laugh, before Jin then takes advantage of his lapse in concentration and smacks him around the head a training pad, screeching, “Who’re you calling OLD?”
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I have loved every single second of this amazing story. I have cried, I have laughed and have low key hated Namjoon (but also loved Namjoon.) I have fallen in love with Jimin and Yoongie and their love for OC and the beautifully written love story between themselves. I love Tae and his need to be loved (yay for Tannie.) Jin is a an angel, Hobi is sexy. ...... and Jungkook my sweet, beautiful, hot adorable sexy vampire, who I fall in love with a little more every time I read a chapter. Thank you for writing a beautiful masterpiece Steph, it has been a wonderful experience and you should be very proud. I look forward to the epilogue.
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Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Jimin x Yoongi, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader, Jungkook x reader, Jin x reader, Hoseok x reader.
Warnings: Nil of note
Word count: 9.3k
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So. The final chapter. It’s finally here. It’s been a long time coming and honestly, it’s been so nerve-wracking writing this and hoping that people will like it and GOD I HOPE YOU’RE OK WITH THIS ENDING. After two and a half years, trying to find a way to tie this all together has been… quite the task. But anyway, enough rambling from me.
There’ll be an epilogue after this - just a short one - so we don’t have to say goodbye quite yet but… yeah. I hope you enjoy.
“Whatcha making, hyungie? ” To your right, Jimin’s eyes remain fixed on his phone as he calls out to the elder vampire pottering to and fro between the kitchen counters and the stove. With one of Jimin’s thumbs caressing the side of your knee and his other scrolling through whatever Korean article he happens to be reading, you’re surprised Yoongi even realises his young lover is addressing him, so casual is his tone.
“ Kimchi-jjigae ,” Yoongi murmurs in reply as his knife rhythmically thunks against the chopping board, and to your left you hear Hoseok longingly sigh at the mention of food.
You can empathise with the feeling that spurred him to make such a sound. You’ve been a vampire for less than a month and already you’ve started to miss the taste of real food, unable to imagine what it must be like for those around you for whom it’s been so much longer. It’s all too easy to understand why they sometimes give in and indulge despite the inevitable gastric upset that it brings. You’d done the very same just last week, unable to resist sneaking a slice of Jin’s vanilla bean cheesecake only to lament its vengeful return back up your oesophagus just a few minutes later - an experience unpleasant enough to sufficiently silence any cravings you might’ve had since; the smell of broth wafting over to you now no more tempting than that of cut grass or fragrant shampoo.
And anyway, it’s not as though Yoongi is cooking with the intention of the meal he’s making actually being eaten. He’s cooking because it gives his restless hands something to do - a task on which to concentrate and thereby silence the anxious thoughts that would otherwise occupy his mind - and Yoongi isn’t alone in his attempt to keep pre-occupied.
One by one you’d gathered together in the kitchen as the day had drawn into night, some having woken early and some having not yet slept at all. Namjoon’s imminent arrival has everyone on edge, and rather than remain in bed tossing and turning to and fro, all seven of you had ended up gravitating towards one another instead, seeking the reassurance found in numbers.
Jin had already been here, in the kitchen, when you, Jimin and Yoongi had arrived here together, his brows furrowed in concentration as he furiously tapped away at the keys of his laptop - yelling when he’d lost at whichever game had him so engrossed. Alarmed, Nova has been giving him a wide berth every since, hiding under the legs of the furthest possible bench and glaring reproachfully each and every time Jin dares make a sound.
It was Jungkook and Taehyung who had joined you next, and they continue to occupy one another now, some hours later; Jungkook with his sketchpad in hand and tongue poking against the inside of his cheek as he tries to capture Taehyung’s likeness from where he sits posed across the other side of the table, a sleeping Yeontan in his arms.
Hoseok arrived last of all, completing the set He’s been strangely quiet ever since he joined you, yet still seems to have trouble keeping his limbs from wanting to dance as he watches various choreography videos on his phone, volume turned down low. It seems as though even in times of stress he’s unable to keep that innate sense of rhythm he’s blessed with at bay.
You can’t help but note the subtle sense of guilt that settles in your stomach as you observe them all. If it weren’t for you and your wanting to do this, Jin’s eyes might not be marred by such dark circles, nor Yoongi’s thumb-nail so thoroughly well-chewed as he stands gnawing on it in front of the stove. Jimin’s knee wouldn’t be bobbing up and down so restlessly, the two youngest might still be in bed, sleeping in as late they usually do, and Hoseok…. Well, there are a lot of things that might be different for Hoseok if it weren’t for your arrival into their lives, but the less you dwell on that the better, you suppose.
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A very fitting ending, to an amazing story. If you haven't read STS, then you have missed out on a masterpiece, simple as that!
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Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Jimin x Yoongi, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader, Jungkook x reader, Jin x reader, Hoseok x reader.
Warnings: Nil of note
Word count: 3.1K
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It’s been a good few years, now, since Namjoon has thought of the manor as home.
‘Home’ these days is a one-bedroom apartment over on the rougher side of town that he shares with not just one, but two feline companions; a safe space filled with books, bonsai trees, and a sizeable collection of plushie toys that he’s never quite been able to make himself throw away.
His excuse is that Nova would never allow it - the lady of the house is far too fond of tearing off their poor, unsuspecting heads to bid them leave - but secretly, Namjoon rather likes to see their sweetly smiling faces and soft bodies sat atop the bed you once called yours.
Not that you would know the place was anything other than his if you looked at it now. It’d taken a long time for him to even consider redecorating after having moved in - still not quite believing your generosity could possibly be real - but slowly, as the months had gone by, he’d allowed himself to start adding little touches of Namjoon here and there. He’d painted over your god awful gaudy wallpaper in the living room and ripped out the kitchen for which he has no use, fashioning it into a study instead; a quiet, secluded space to grade his student’s papers.
These days, he might even dare to say he feels happy, and whilst a lot of the progress he’s made has been down to his own personal perseverance, Namjoon still knows how deeply indebted to you he remains for setting the wheels of change in motion. It’s why he’s here at the threshold of the manor now, having answered your summoning call - it’s why he always will, regardless of what your reason or need may be.
You changed his life, showed him how to live again, and for that and so many things, he will always, always adore you.
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