I Read This During The Editing Process And God Damn Was It Good! Ahh My Heart Ached So Much For The Reader

I read this during the editing process and god damn was it good! Ahh my heart ached so much for the reader and especially Yoongi but the ending got me the most😩 good work baby💖💕💌

𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 || MYG

⟿𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Yoongi x f Reader feat, Jin (and Jungkook-kinda?)

⟿𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: 18+ M, Heavy Angst, Smut, Futuristic!au , Oneshot

⟿𝒲o𝓇𝒹 𝒞o𝓊𝓃𝓉: 21.6k

⟿𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: An unforeseen turn of events leaves the life of the man you love in your hands. Approached with a scientific procedure that can save him, you accept the terms, not expecting the ramifications of your decision.

⟿𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Smut, angst, mentions of major accident, HEAVY pining, rough kissing, biting, rutting, hot and heavy make out sessions, protected and unprotected sex, marking, hair pulling, oral (male/female receiving), rough sex, tearing of clothes, mentions of fainting, heartbreak, mentions of physical trauma, brain trauma, mentions of memory loss, anxiety, mentions of surgery, complete paralysis, mentions of cancer, secondary character death, panic attacks, mentions of side effects, LOTS OF CRYING.sorry

˜”*°•This fic contains pretty heavy angst so please read the warnings accordingly and prepare your hearts. Header by @googikoo​ (thank you baby!) Also, I’m not a medical professional, so please don’t come at me for my mistakes lol. I tried my best to research accurately. Enjoy!•°*”˜

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You’re all such amazing writers that I might as well just give you all my money, I mean, I would, you guys work so hard to get things out despite having your own schedules and personal life. So thank you! I was wondering if I could request where Jungkook kidnaps the reader, but after a while he becomes so dependent on her that the roles have switched. Like he gets nervous when she’s not showing enough attention on her and is pretty much emotionally fragile to the point of breaking down.

White Elephant

It was an accident. A textbook case of wrong time, wrong place. All YN had done was go to a party like every other person her age. How was she supposed to know that her harmless effort to talk to the loner sulking in the corner would be the first nail in her coffin?

The music was loud and the house was packed, sweaty, sticky bodies all pressed together in a single wasted mass. YN needed a break from the jumping and shouting to a song she cold barely even hear, the girl escaping into the nearly abandoned kitchen. Only two other people were there, some dude downing a bottle of water like his life depended on it and another man shrouded in the shadows, scrolling disinterestedly on his phone.

Water bottle dude leaves as soon as he’s done with his drink, diving back into the swing of the party. And then there were two. For the first few minutes, YN twiddled her thumbs, not quite sure what to do with herself. She felt incredibly awkward, entirely out of her comfort zone. But her mother’s words echo in her head.

“It’s college. Come out of your shell a bit,”

The girl clears her throat.

“So … cool part right?”

She cringes as soon as her words register. The hooded man doesn’t react, making YN’s skin flush brightly.

“Ah, that’s a dumb thing to say, isn’t it? I’m sorry. I just … um, nevermind,”

YN turns to leave, her hypothetical tail tucked between her legs. But before she can escape, the man speaks up.

“It’s shitty, to be honest,” he says.

YN stills. She hadn’t expected him to speak at all and certainly wouldn’t have guessed that his voice would be so melodic.

“So I’m not the only one who thinks so,” YN says, his words encouraging her to continue the conversation.

“There’s a reason I’m hiding out here,”

The man chuckles then, sweeping his hood off his head and ruffling his hair, smiling at her. For a moment, YN is completely flabbergasted, surprised by his stunning good lucks. His hair is on the long side, dark wispy locks curled at the end and brushing his lashes. His jawline is sharp and pronounced, a small scar on his cheek. He raises his hand, offering it to her.

“Jungkook,”

“Ah, I’m YN,” she says, taking his hand.

It’s warm, almost as hot as her cheeks.

For the rest of the night, the two chat in the kitchen, time flying by rapidly as they laugh and crack jokes, becoming fast friends.

But after the party, their friendship continues to deepen. At first, it’s the girl running into Jungkook every so often around campus. And then he appears in a few of her classes, taking the seat next to her with an innocent smile. And before YN knows it, she sees Jungkook every day. He practically never leaves her side, always coming up with an excuse to extend their time together for just ten more minutes.

And before she knows it, Jungkook has her hand in his, grinning at her, words falling from his lips.

“Marry me,”

“I - what?” YN asks, completely stunned.

It’s just a normal day like any other, the two friends hanging out at the local park, sitting on the swings and pushing themselves forward with the tips of their toes.

“Marry me,” he grasps her hand gently, looking her in the eyes with so much emotion a sick feeling rises up in YN’s stomach.

“You can’t be serious,” YN says, trying in vain to pull her hand away, “We’re not even dating,”

Jungkook tilts his head in the adorable way YN usually loves, but all it does now is send her heart speeding with fear.

“What are you talking about YN - ah? We’ve been dating for six months,”

YN tries harder to pull her hand away.“Jungkook this isn’t funny,”

The two of them haven’t ever gone on a single date, haven’t kissed once, hell they haven’t even known each other for six months!

“What isn’t funny? I’m not joking. Marry me. Please. You can’t say no. You can’t,”

With one more final pull, YN dashes away, ignoring Jungkook’s angered shouts calling her name.

And so she begins to ignore him, trying her hardest to avoid confrontation with the man. The space she has from him starts to shed light on the bizarre traits the man has that she ignored. The way he was always where she was, even if there was no way possible he should have known. The way he always insists they meet in places sparsely occupied by anyone else. The way he seemed to know every little thing about her even if she hadn’t told him.

How had she missed the signs? It’s obvious that something is very wrong with Jungkook, horribly wrong. But in her desperation for attention from somebody - anybody, she had closed a blind eye to every one of his red flags.

But who wouldn’t? Jungkook was gorgeous, incredibly talented, and somehow interested in her of all people.

She’d been the perfect sheep, the ideal victim.

But Jungkook wouldn’t make it easy for her. He quickly moved past calling her six hundred times a day to knocking on her door while she hid under her bedsheets, praying for him to go away. YN even tried to get the police involved but they turned her away, stating that she’s just paranoid.

But Jungkook has been pushed to his wit’s end. So one night when the hole in his heart has consumed him and left behind only anger and bitterness, he breaks into her apartment, standing over her, watching her sleep.

The man sighs, squatting beside her, brushing his long hair out of his face and running a finger down his beloved’s cheek, nearly shivering in delight.

Has long has it been since he’s touched her? The days and night seem to blur together into a single everlasting moment of suffering and loneliness. And so, selfishly, oh so selfishly, Jungkook slides the gleaming needle into her skin, watching her eyes blow open, covering her lovely mouth with his hand to mute her screams.

She struggles but is no match for Jungkook’s superior strength. Every second she weakens until her eyes once again flutter shut and she falls limp. Kissing her on the cheek, Jungkook hauls YN’s body over his shoulder, waltzing out of her apartment and into the darkness.

And when she wakes to his loving smile, beautiful face propped up on his hands, a ring on her fourth finger, all YN can do is cry. And cry and cry and cry.

And while her tears initially hurt Jungkook, he quickly grew annoyed.

“What is wrong with you?” he snaps after a solid week of YN despairing, “Shut the fuck up!”

His harsh words cause YN to gasp, biting her lip harshly to prevent more sobs from escaping. But her eyes water regardless, making Jungkook feel guilt.

Instantly he apologizes, gathering the handcuffed girl in his arms and cooing at her, smoothing her hair.

“I just love you so much. So so much. It’s driving me insane. Just love me back. That’s all I want. Love me back,”

YN does nothing but sniffle, relaxing in his hold for no reason other than pure exhaustion. Regardless Jungkook is exhilarated, her small moment of ingenuine affection making his heart soar. He doesn’t feel alone when he’s with her. He finally feels something other than pure desperation, total anguish.

But slowly, YN’s feeling of sadness and utter defeat morphs into bitterness and anger, the girl taking every moment to spew out how much she hates Jungkook with a passion. And every time, without fail Jungkook would crumple.

“You’re pretty fucking useless, you know that?” YN asks. Sitting crossed-legged on the large bed as she sucks on a grape popsicle, lips tinged purple, “I asked for strawberry,”

Jungkook’s lip wobbles.

“I - I know. It’s just that the store was out so I thought -”

“Stop thinking, Kookie, it’ll only get you in trouble,”

The man shuts up instantly, sniffing.

“You don’t want me to leave you, do you? I’m sure there are other men who are capable of at least getting me what I asked for,”

She twists the ring on her finger, beginning to slide it off.

“No!” Jungkook shouts, rushing to his feet, “Don’t! Please!”

“Did I say you could get up?” YN asks, cocking her head to the side.

Jungkook falls to his knees instantly, tears glistening in his pretty eyes.

“I’m sorry,”

“Come here,” YN demands, scooting to the edge of the bed.

He does so instantly, placing his head on the girl’s lap, desperate for her touch.

“I love you, you know that? You know how lucky you are? For me to love someone as awful as you?”

Jungkook nods, trembling, hesitantly reaching to grab YN’s hand, sighing when she lets him hold it. He fondles her ring, the cool metal comforting him.

“I know,”

“Good,” she says, kissing his head, “Never forget it,”

And in the end, the beast created a monster much worse than he could have ever imagined.

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It’s been a while. Enjoy!

✎ 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗹𝗹

jeon jungkook | wc : 888 | part 1/14

yandere!au

jeon jungkook had never been the type to have crushes or even be into woman sexually. but that all changed when he saw you.

🤍 : sorry if its short 😅 there are a lot more chapters to come. i was extremely nervous about putting this out so if you could tell me what you think i would appreciate it :D

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

i love you.

you should know that.

i made it obvious.

but i haven’t made it obvious that it is me that loves you.

however you will know soon. im shy. i cant casually say all the dirty things i’ve been writing to you. that’s not polite.

your rather innocent- well, you act like you are. i know for a fact that your a virgin, yet you’re very aware of anything and everything having to do with sex. your jokes are dirty, foul and playful; sometimes dark but that generally depends on your kind of mood. i genuinely see you as a very funny girl. i always laugh when im around you, sometimes to the point where im hunched over and can’t breathe properly.

thats what i like best. you always know how to make me smile, even on days where i dont think it’s possible.

you find ways to comfort me. you listen to me and let me vent. you tell me your thoughts and even ask questions to get a better understanding. and frankly, it makes me feel special that you care that much to want to know more.

you give me insight. you dont give me advice because you know thats not what i want to hear, most people venting dont wanna hear it either. but the insight you give me has helped me to great extents. ive gotten to know myself better, my situations and other prevailing issues. the world became a little less scary since you’ve been in it, and im eternally greatful.

thanks to you, i found out that i am a demisexual. i thought i might be a flat out asexual who had no interest in romantic dating let alone sex. sometimes i even thought that there was something wrong with me, and for a long time i believed it. why wasnt i interested in dating? all my friends were invested in it, but why couldn’t i be? why did i have no sexual desire when it came to... well anything? all my friends raved about how great sex was, yet i saw something equivalent to kissing thin air.

but when i met you... and got to know you. i unknowingly became attached to you and developed a one sided intimate bond. once that happened, i started experiencing something i never have before: romantic and sexual desire. but only towards you.

please understand that i’ve never dated anyone in my life, i was never interested in that aspect of life. so all this is very new to me. never in my whole existence have i wanted someone more then i wanted you; and in more ways than one.

i think about doing all kinds of things to you. and you have no idea what im thinking about you as you work at your desk and i work at mine. i sit only a mere foot away. as i sneak glances at you we periodically make eye contact, but you look away so you think i didnt notice. oh but i notice, i notice everything you do.

you dont know how much i wanna hold you in my arms and sleep soundly next to you all night. i wanna do cheesy couple things and take you on picnic dates, or to the movies, hell, even make cookies together when we’re bored.

i want to ruin you. i wanna be your first for many, many things. just the thought of us exploring a new world together, experiencing things my friends have rambled on and on about, being each other’s first...god, it gave me chills. i have literally dreamt about it. of course im sure a dream versus the reality will be a hell of a lot different.

you have absolutely no clue what you do to me. but im praying that my little letters i send to you express enough of what im feeling. more specifically, how you make me feel.

call me a coward, i dont care.

just understand one thing: you are mine

and i think you got the message. i hear how giddy you get when you tell your friends the contents inside the letter everytime you receive a new one. you arent shy about it either. you tell them it all in fucking detail. if you weren’t so cute when you talk about my letters, i would’ve shut that shit down a long time ago. but i do have to give you some credit; you keep the more... dirtier rather than vulgar letters to yourself. im glad you kept that part to yourself. no one needs to know, its our little secret.

days turn into weeks, and weeks turn into months. im still working up the courage to ask you out. im quite bold in my letters though. so why can’t i be like that everytime i see you? it probably has to do with the fact that i’ve never experienced this kind of feeling, nor had to deal with the facets of dating.

despite how excited you get when you read my letters, i have no idea if you have feelings for me.

for all i know, you’re in love with the anonymous secret admirer who sends you letters all the time... and not me. not jungkook. maybe i made a mistake there... im not sure.

piercings and tattoos | knj + myg

↳ Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader x Min Yoongi

↳ Word Count: 8k

↳ Genre: established relationship!au, time jump (about a year later), threesome, sex with a stranger, dom!yoongi, switch!namjoon, sub!reader, oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected sex, anal sex, slight bondage, slight panty fetish, multiple orgasms, slight sir kink, pet names, dirty talk (LOTS!!), sloppy seconds, facial, everybody’s got body piercings, yoongi’s also kind of a dick!

↳ Notes: i…. i don’t know what happened here…. i only know that this was two months in the making and i literally double this fic in size over the course of a single day. i am EXHAUSTED! but please enjoy the fruits of my labor fhdsjf

     → read part one HERE and part two HERE [i’ll add the links later]

“That guy has been staring at you all night, babe.”

Namjoon spun his head around so quickly you thought he might snap his neck. You laughed at the way his ears turned red, not used to receiving much attention outside of you. And especially not from other guys. You’ve seen your fair share of girls hit on your boyfriend, but another man staring down Namjoon was something new.

“Could you be any more obvious?” you said, still laughing.

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Deal

What do you do when your teenage brother’s cancer is too far gone? Well, you summon a cocky crossroad demon to make a deal; your life for Taehyung’s.

pairing: demon!jk x reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut.

word count: uhm, …19.5k

warnings: some parts are very sad, reader is prepared for her life to end and her brother has terminal cancer :/ also not very great descriptions of cancer treatment, im not a doctor. penetrative sex, switch/very soft dom/slightly sub jk lmao, his dick is…ribbed. also blood, mentions of killing, death, branding skin, wounds by arrow…

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© Deal is copyright vinterjeon 2020. This fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.

author’s note: inspired by the crossroad demons of supernatural who seal their deals with a kiss and then collect the humans’ souls. also this is pure shit so im sorry :( tumblr literally did NOT want this fic up because it gave me H E L L trying to upload so if things shit then it is what it is im having an aneurism

It’s empty. Not a single soul present, except for you. You should’ve picked a different location, surely crossroads are abundant. But this one was desolate, no one around to witness the massive fool you’re about to make of yourself. Maybe it’s also due to the fact that it’s in the middle of the night. Probably.

Your trusty old car waits a couple of meters behind, lazily pulled over on the side of the thin, dirt road and with the headlights on to guide you. There are a few sparsely placed streetlights, but none that’s emitting actual light. You’ve retrieved the plastic bag containing the three components needed, and it swings heavily from your hand. You won’t deny that you’re nervous.

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DEATHBLOW (m)

yandere!reader x serialkiller!jungkook. 

PLEASE read the warnings! Jungkook is in no way affiliated with his character in this fic, or in any of my works.

word count: 10.5k give or take. 

Forced drug use, addiction, GRAPHIC gore/murder/death, gaslighting, obsession, implied smut, fluff that isn’t really fluff but sugarcoated manipulation, etc etc.

Please be on the lookout for anything else and exit the moment you see something triggering. I cannot account for every little detail!

Taglist! @koochiekoo​ @tcfmataw​ @fancykoos​ @madygswich​ @1-in-abillion​

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