Pics Not Mine, Moodboards Are

Pics not mine, Moodboards are

BTS Burlesque!Au

Co-Owners!Seokjin & Namjoon

“Well, simply put, Joon wanted a bar and I wanted the club, so we put a bar in the club and called it a day.”

Best friends Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin have always done everything together. So, co-owning a business seemed like a good next step. While it’s not the relaxed atmosphere Joon was hoping for, he can’t deny his growing love for the place, meanwhile, Jin thrives in the eccentricity of the show. Quickly becoming the most popular Burlesque bar in the city, not to mention the most attractive and entertaining owners? Who can resist?

Just a few quotes by some famous INFPs that represent the INFP personality type so well. Unsurprisingly, some of the most inspirational and profound quotes and writings have come from INFPs. 

-Moodboards mine, pics not

ATLA!BTS AU- To Your Nation

Release Date: TBD

FireNation!Hoseok

“I’ve seen my fair share of war; the bloodshed, the tears, the carnage. Now I find joy in the simple things, like teaching and drinking this tea. So let me enjoy my peace for at least another five minutes and then I’ll help you find a way out of here.”

The only son of a highly ranked General of the Fire Nation’s army, Hoseok learned quickly to adapt to the world around him. When he was called upon, he fought for his nation, but after the passing of his father, Hoseok realized there is so much more to life than duty and war. Now advisor to the princes, he spends most of his time teaching them the precise art of bending and tea brewing. When the world plunges into chaos once again, will he opt out or join the fight?

[7:27 p.m.] And down he went again. It’s not like he meant to crash, nor has he ever, actually, it’s just you always manage to distract him. Donghyuck’s bike rides used to be quite tame until you moved in a few houses away from him in his little culdesac neighborhood. The first time just happened to be towards the end of his ride that morning you arrived. He was significantly tired, especially after spending the entire day with Jisung and Jaemin, and riding the 14 blocks to and from Jaemin’s house.

Out of breath, thin layer of perspiration gleaming on his skin in the bright sunlight and he could finally make out the silhouette of his house when he just happened to glance upon your form. You were doing the most mundane of tasks, hefting a box up from the trunk of your parents’ car to take to your new room when he locked eyes with you. You’d only held his gaze for a second before you turned away with a smile, but it was enough to send Hyuck into a trance. Before he knew it, he was laying on his back staring up at the clouds, his bike strewn across the neighbors yard, front wheel still spinning. He hadn’t even noticed the garbage can in his path, promptly sending him to the ground. Luckily, you’d been inside so he didn’t have to go through the embarrassment of that being your first encounter. Unfortunately, it was a miserable foreshadow to your actual first real encounter with Donghyuck.

It started out like any other day; Hyuck went over to Jaemin’s to play video games for a while, told Jaemin’s mom they were studying even though she knew better, and before 6, he made his way home. That’s when he saw you sitting on your front steps, holding your head in your hands. The closer he got, he realized you were crying. Lost in the moment, Donghyuck once again was not paying attention to his bike path, when he managed to hit your mailbox, and plummeted to the ground. Only this time, it was right in front of you... and in your front yard.

The crying promptly came to a halt and he was pulled back to reality when your face came into view just inches from his.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” He could see the concern in your features, but then he noticed the quirk of your lip and the lilt to your words and realized you were trying incredibly hard not to laugh at him, which he greatly appreciated. His cheeks quickly flushed a deep shade of scarlet as he composed himself, bringing himself up and running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I meant to do that.” Not sure why he chose this route to play it off, he’s quick to try and rewind but you beat him to the punch.

“You meant to crash into my mailbox? That’s quite the way to introduce yourself, I’ll give you points for creativity.” Your giggle sounded like the sweetest of melodies to his ears and suddenly he wasn’t embarrassed anymore. He’d do anything to hear you laugh again, no matter the personal cost. Dignity? He could live without it.

“Name’s Donghyuck, and you are?” You reached out to clasp his hand in yours, the light shake reverberating through every nerve in your body.

“Y/N.” And the rest is history.

Suddenly, Donghyuck was showing up in your yard all the time, most of the time flying from his bike and on rare occasions, coming over on purpose. You couldn’t lie though, watching him get flustered enough at the sight of you to send him barreling into your yard was a treat in its own. Not only did it mean you could talk to him, but you could also play nurse and take care of any ‘injuries.’ And that made Hyuck happy too, seeing you get all worried and protective over him. Was he doing it on purpose now, or was he still that clumsy, he’d never tell. And thus leads us to right now.

He really didn’t mean to run into the new fence your dad put up, but seeing you in that cute little yellow sundress watering your plants on the front porch as the sun went down was just too much for his brain to process. You couldn’t miss the scene even if you wanted to; with a loud crash, Donghyuck was suddenly laying in your mom’s flower bed, covered in dirt and groaning in pain. Faster than you thought you could go, you’re kneeling by his side, leaning over his disheveled form checking him all over for any serious injuries.

“Hyuck, are you okay?” Your words were rushed and laced with worry, but a thought popped into Hyuck’s head as he watched your mesmerizing eyes roam over his form. Reaching a hand to clutch his chest, he starts inhaling and exhaling irregularly, trying to avoid the huge grin that wants to plaster onto his face.

“Can’t breathe...need CPR...” he gasps, covering his eyes with his arm, sneaking a peek at you as your face lights up, sly grin working it’s way onto your lips.

“Well, I’m not certified, but I can go get my dad if you-“

“No!” He says, quickly sitting up and brushing the dirt off his shirt. A small giggle escapes your lips, causing Hyuck to look back at you, red tinting his cheeks when he sees the fond smile on your face, the way your eyes find his and sparkle with the setting sun.

“Hyuck, if you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.” And before he can even process what you said let alone form his own coherent response, your lips are against his, soft and warm, and he forgets all about his bike.

Genre(s): Christmas Au!

Pairing(s): SungjinxElf!Reader

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 1.5K

Well, candy canes, this was not how you were supposed to spend Christmas!

In all fairness, you sort of deserved getting lost in this strange place considering you blatantly disobeyed the rules and maybe, sort-of, definitely stowed away on Santa’s sleigh right before he left to deliver gifts.

In hindsight, not the brightest idea you’d had, and oh garland, you were most definitely going to be on the naughty list for the next couple Christmases.

The temptation was just too much, and ever since you were a little elf you’d dreamed of seeing the human world. Everything about them fascinated you, and the stuffy cheer-filled workshop was just too much after so long.

So, without much thought whatsoever, you’d highjacked Santa’s ride and somehow found yourself stuck in this strange new place.

You hadn’t meant to get left behind, but again, the curiosity was just too much. Now, here you were, stranded with no way of getting back to the North Pole.

The first couple hours wandering around weren’t so bad, the lights and people keeping you distracted. What in blue blizzards were those big metal things the people rode around in and why were so many people looking at you with funny looks on their faces? You’d made sure to throw on your best red Christmas dress and candy cane stockings before you’d left.

Quickly, though, you realized you were ultimately stuck. Would your family be looking for you? Would they even know where to begin? Why hadn’t you left them a note at least?

Santa never backtracked so there would be no way to get back to him, and honestly, you weren’t exactly ready for the lecture just yet.

Wandering around aimlessly, a part of you hoping for a miracle, was when you bumped into him.

The very tall man with the sparkly eyes and the cute smile that absolutely smelt like the best baked cinnamon rolls you’d ever smelled. And no, he wasn’t tall just because you were an elf. Contrary to popular belief, elves are only slightly shorter than the average human depending on gender. He looked at you with a funny grin, eyes roaming over your outfit until he asked you if you were some sort of performer.

“I most certainly am not, I’m an elf. I got separated from Santa and I’m not quite sure how to get home.”

A chuckle escaped his lips, but when he registered the confused expression on your face he composed himself.

“And let me guess, your home is the North Pole, right?” You couldn’t help the way your face lit up when he talked about your home. Maybe he wasn’t quite as useless as you’d figured.

“Yes! The North Pole, but I’m not sure how to get there from here, and I’m really not supposed to be here in the first place.”

Despite the smile on his face, you were still quite sure he didn’t believe you. After all, you weren’t allowed to mingle outside of home and your own kind. Most people, especially your own age, didn’t even believe in you or Santa anymore.

But something in him made him curious about you, and you him.

“I’m Sungjin, what’s your name, elf?” There was a playful glint in his eyes, twinkling like freshly fallen snow, and it made you comfortable enough to stretch your hand out to shake his.

“Y/N.”

After telling your entire story to Sungjin over a mug of hot chocolate at some place he called a ‘diner,’ he’d figured there was no way someone was that dedicated to playing a character. Did he exactly believe that you were a real magical elf from the North Pole, home of Santa Claus, not quite, but he couldn’t say it didn’t intrigue him.

When he’d asked you if you had anywhere to stay, you’d answered him with a frustrated sigh. You had no money, no way of finding home, and it was getting darker by the second.

Despite your insistence, he’d opted to let you stay the night at his place so you wouldn’t freeze to death outside.

When you made it in, you’d immediately gone into figuring out a way to get home.

Was there a way to fly to the North Pole from here? Sungjin had answered that, no, no planes took trips to the North Pole, and there were definitely no sleighs and magic reindeer at your disposal either.

There has to be a phone number or way to contact home, he’d offered. You laughed at that. No, Santa did not have a cellphone or landline for that matter. He got all his information by mail.

And that’s when it struck both you. The fastest way to contact the North Pole was through a letter! You could’ve smacked yourself for not thinking about that earlier.

Another homemade mug of hot chocolate and brainstorming session later and Sungjin was tucking you in on the couch with a soft red blanket as you slept soundly after a long night.

That morning, he awoke to fresh chocolate chip pancakes you made for breakfast, and you began your letter to Santa.

After going over your location, that you were stranded, and that you were very, very, very sorry, Sungjin accompanied you to the mailbox outside his apartment.

“Won’t it take a while for the letter to reach the North Pole? And Christmas is already here, so how will he get it?”

You couldn’t help the smirk that grew on your face as you enlightened him that mail traveled to the North Pole differently, and that Santa would most definitely get your letter by this evening at the latest. Too afraid to inquire further, he just went along with you, trying to find things to do to occupy the time in between.

“So, what do you want to do until then?” And as you pulled him excitedly down every street, the part of him that wished he hadn’t asked was quickly squashed by the part that warmed over watching you get so excited over the simplest of things.

He took pride in showing you how the elevator worked, what a bus was and how it could take you somewhere (almost like a sleigh) and your favorite, the revolving doors in every storefront.

Even though he had known you for only half a day, Sungjin couldn’t help the growing attachment to you. There was just something about you that drew him in, made him feel all warm and fuzzy, like he was bundled in the comfiest Christmas sweater.

You dragged him to the Christmas Day festival, though he didn’t put up much of a fight, considering he loved Christmas as well, just maybe not as much as you.

You told him all about home, the other elves, your job, and even Santa. Little by little you could feel the belief in him spread and grow and it warmed your heart. There was nothing better than belief rekindling in someone.

But as it grew dark, you felt melancholy, a feeling you weren’t used to where you came from. The impending departure from your new friend made your heart heavy, but you found comfort in holding his hand as you walked through the snow filled streets.

Just as you were about to call it a night and head back to his place, the familiar tinge of magic floated through the air along with the sound of bells. It was time to go.

Sungjin felt it too, though he couldn’t place it until he watched your face fall.

“It’s time, huh?” He whispered, not sure how he could feel so upset over a girl he’d just met.

With a soft smile, you lifted your hand to cup his cheek, him instantly leaning into the warmth.

“Will I see you again?” He asked lightly, lifting his hand to hold yours.

“Maybe. Hopefully.” You’re not sure if you will, worried about the repercussions. Rules were made to be followed, but then again, some were meant to be broken. The rustle of reins pulled you away from him slowly, but before you could disappear into the night, you ran back to place a soft peck to his cheek. You watched from the rooftop as he held the cheek you’d kissed, a smile blooming as he turned to go inside.

The ride home was not filled with the lecture you were expecting. Instead, you were met with a big hug and a worried looking Santa. He knew, he’d said, that’d you’d one day be pulled to the humans, that it was part of your destiny.

It was then that you were assured you’d find your way back to Sungjin. It wasn’t just coincidence that he’d found you after all.

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Merry Christmas!

Love,

Moonie🌙

[10:34 am] Firebender!Jungkook is watching you from the courtyard, following the curve and sway of your body as your limbs move to and fro. The water circles around you; calm and peaceful and you finally feel tranquil despite residing in such hostile territory. It’s not until you hear a rustle a distance behind you that your concentration slips along with the water.

You try not to sneer, the droplets splashing around you and soaking the edges of your clothes as he approaches. You’d only been within Fire Nation walls for a few days, but the boy had managed to pluck every single nerve within your being, not only frazzling your temper but your focus. Bending came so naturally to you, the water becoming an extension of your soul. Nothing could get in between you and your gift, that is, until Jungkook.

With a sly grin, he relishes in your sour mood, enjoying the effect he has on you. He knows, deep down in the pit of his core, that the dark eyes and harsh line of your frown are only a facade, created by the long burning hatred of his home nation. He doesn’t take much offense to it, though, he knows the Fire Nation has a terrible running streak and harsh viewpoints. He doesn’t necessarily agree with some of them, but he holds a deep and passionate loyalty for his home and people that could not be swayed easily. So, instead of trying to understand your side or sway you to his, he simply lets himself indulge in the small reactions he can elicit from you whenever he can.

You want to step back, keep your distance, but the fire that burns behind his eyes is all too entrancing whether you’d admit it or not. You allow him to approach, wrap his hands around your hips and move you. The poses are foreign to your body, being strictly fire bending poses, which draw from an entirely different entity within a bender. Despite the unnatural feeling they give you, the feeling his body close enough to yours that you can feel the heat emanating from him is enough to keep your rejections to the movements at bay. You can’t see it, but the smile that spreads across his face is one much different to the familiar smirk he usually casts in your presence.

As Water and Fire whirl as one, bending beside one another, you can’t deny you feel stronger because of his touch, and even though you try to hide it, it is entirely evident as the two of you move; in a graceful dance between opposing elements.