@middlech1ld Your So Sweet To All Of Us New Writers And Encouraging Us To Do More Thank You So Much.

@middlech1ld your so sweet to all of us new writers and encouraging us to do more thank you so much. And @pluviokook ily

Found your profile through the Pancakes writing, it was really good! You’re a great writer. Cant wait to see more of your work ❤️

omg I'm not used to all this support 😭 it's making me shy yet happy, I'm so glad you liked it! I'm so grateful for all the support, thank you for supporting my work 💜💜💜 ily!

Last one picked

WARNINGS: yandere Jungkook, smut(?) bunny humping jungkook, stalking, basically just yandere kook that's hot for y/n

When Jungkook was young, he was alaways picked last. Why? He doesn't know, maybe it was because he was pretty small as a child. He had no friends, no pet, no girlfriend. His parents where strict, never letting him go to parties (not like he even got invited to any). He was shy. He didn't know how to talk to people, how to talk to girls.

Now in college, he still had no friends, no girlfriend and still was a virgin.

He didn't care, having learned the hard way at a vary young age. He didn't need anyone.

That is, until he saw you.

Eyes shining with content and beauty. Smile wide and shiny pearly whites. There you were, a master piece. He hadn't even tried to talk to you, of course he didn't it was in his nature. So, he just snuck into your room when you were at your Bio class. That was the only time he had off watching you change in your room and scroll through cheap porn.

"Oh shit-" groaning as he sniffed your pillow. On your bed. In your bed. Cock hard and pants tighter by the second. His hips couldn't stop, the humping. "Gonna cum, 'm gonna cum" Jungkooks body tenses, a sudden wet patch on his sweats.

As he laid on your bed, all he could imagine was your body climbing over his. You picking him, loving him with your actions.

Checking the time he soon resized that he now had 15 minutes until you would be flopping on the mattress and texting your friends.

Time to go.

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I wrote this really quick, I don't think I like it but whatevea.

Behind the glass cage

WARNINGS: shit happend, murder, condemned killer joon, death, me being sappy, making myself cry to write this, kinda dark

Time after time, you went to see him. He was behind the glass, as always. The glass covered in dirty finger prints and goodbyes. His dimpled smirk and glasses making you swoon just like the first time you saw him on Tv. "Hello, namjoon"

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" today at 2:36 pm the 'looking glass killer' was finally captured. After two years and four months of targeting the people of Seoul and at least 95 murders, we got him."

When you saw him, it was a flash of fear then.... you realised, that was the guy that asked you out a couple of weeks ago. No, it couldn't be? What was his name again' Kim namsung? No, no Kim namjoon, Kim namjoon. He was the meek boy that sat six seats down from you in biology. He had stuttered when he attempted to ask you out. There he was, on the news, looking smug and cocky.

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"How are you Y/n? You haven't visited in a couple of weeks, whys that?" His smirk fell, he could feel you nerves flying through the roof. Namjoon knew you better than anyone, better than that failure brother of yours. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine namjoon."

Why did it have to end this way, you loved him.

But you couldn't be with him any longer.

You were with Kim namjoon, not the 'looking glass killer'.

Soon, you would walk away from the man clad in the orange jump suit and clear framed glasses. Sadness wafting through the bland visiting room, him screaming for 'your stupid ass better get back here' guards restraining him, maybe even having to put a hold on him.

The thing was that you couldn't love someone who was trapped in a glass cage. Almost like a bird. No one should love like that.

Even when they would kill for you, tear people apart, putting glass in there dead eyes, going to jail for them even when there incocent.

One day it would be his dead eyes with glass inpaled in the sockets.

Who knew who would do it? You sure did.

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This is for my future wife @pluviokook we Are getting married soon guys they proposed 💍

555 Stockholm lane.

Warnings: death, mentions of sex

You know that one feeling you get when you have done something wrong. When you fear your going to get caught, your heart beating fast, tears staining your cheeks. It was by accident, no really it was. He didn't mean to hurt him, he was protecting you. Jungkook was protecting you. The man that was with you, tried to do things, bad things. Never in Jungkooks life did he hurt a man, but so help me god he would kill for you.

Red flashes marbled Jungkooks visual, red Red RED.

Why did this happen? He could have helped but he didn't, he hurt you more.

Jungkook knew that this would end up with him jail, he could care less. The temptation of your smooth hold was to much, nails biting in to his pale back when he hammered into you. Moans and shudders of pleasure, it was all to much.

He was your slave tending to the every need of his queen.

A simple slave that would go to the lengths of killing for his one and only love. Jungkook had finally done it, he had did it.

The man laying on the wet ground of the forest, in a pool of crimson blood.

Dead

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I was bored 👁👄👁and just so yall know, I write rlly random titles LMFAO

Hello, again

A/n: HI! I'm a new writer and I'm super excited to show you all this!

TW: y/n hears voices, the word slut like 2 times alcoholism, kinda yandere , about it (?)

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"Y/n?" His face wrinkled up with a bright smile, "Its been so long! I've missed you so much." The mans heart beat quickly setting a fast pace, he still had the hots for you. "Jimin," your breath stopped, the sudden feeling of fear smacking you in the face. What did you do? What had you done to deserve this, the pain that man, no, boy had made you feel. All you had done today was go to the library on the other side of town, where you were at currently.

"How are you, jimin?" All you had to do is not show him fear, remember y/n? He does get off of you fear.

Five years ago.

"Oh you little slut, trying to run off to namjoom? For him to save you, for him to fuck you." Jimin spat, he was drunk, vary drunk. You had know idea why he was so mad. You were talking to your friend, namjoon, perusal.

"Get your head outta the gutter jimin!" Your soft voice turning to a loud roar. "You know I'm your girl! I would never-" "Shut the fuck up you bitch!" His swift voice cutting you off "You know that I love and always will, but what you did with jungkook I can't forgive!" His face red in anger, jimin was gone. Just a shell in the human skin he used to be.

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"N-" your blank eyes faced up to the person in front of you.

He was gone.

You need to remember that jimin is gone, y/n.

It's your fault. It's my duty as the narrator to remind you, little girl.

It's your fault that you will always be alone, in this little white cage. Like a small bird. My pet. All because you wanted to save jimin. You fucking slut

My pet so obsessed with my reasons for killing off jimin.

Well it's up to you to find out birdy.

Yes, it's my life work to love you pluv

@kojotil writes poetic paragraphs about our love and marriage

me: let's kith ilysm 😔